March 11, 2007

Book Review: Vamshavriksha


Author: S L Bhyrappa

Vamsha means family and Vriksha translates to a tree. S. L Bhyrappa’s Vamshavriksha narrates the tale of two families – the Shrothri and the Rao households being the center stage for the saga that spans over three generations.

Bhyrappa introduces the reader to all the characters in the first few chapters without adding any contrived twists to the story. Its almost a biographical account of the incidents as they occur in the lives of Srinivasa Shrothri, his wife and daughter in law Katyayani, across the banks of River Kapila (which itself plays an important role in the plot) juxtaposed against the literary journey of Sadasiva Rao and his family.

The book, written in 1962, could be considered ahead of it’s times by some, for it explores the premises of love and duty, and the dilemma that the battle of the heart and the head poses. The characterization of Katyayani and Sadasiva Rao bring to fore the debate on morality vs. individual choice, social norms vs. personal happiness, and forces the reader to think about the very hypotheses on which rights and wrongs are judged. Bhyrappa weaves the stories together with a sheer delicate and understated narration, not spending any words on banal description of the props, clothes or ambience.

He focuses on the moral decisions that people make or the social implications of the same for others. The book was a treat to read and is a must, especially for the puritanical few who justify moral policing of all based on ‘accepted social patterns’

December 30, 2006

STENCIL: The Second Helpings...

(Puneet writes)

It was on a Sunday that the letter arrived.

The post man rarely came to their door. It wasn’t very usual for them to be receiving anything by mail. Unless of course you discount the monthly money order that Malathi amma’s son used to send her from Dubai. But this humid morning, it was Charushila’s name that Cheembu called out. His shirt was clinging to his lean, tanned frame and even the half-blind Malathi amma could tell his want for a pitcher of cold water. But Charushila just stood there, with the letter in her hand, staring at it as if words would start speaking for themselves. It was surely not a letter that she had expected to receive.

After Cheembu had bid adieus, Charushila retreated to her room, her sanctum that she shared with Parul. She felt grateful for Parul’s absence for the first time in her stay there at Malathi Niwaas, so christened by Malathi amma’s late husband - Krishnan Sir as everyone in the village called him, for he had been the teacher in the only school in the area.

“She must be out in the village with her brooms and masks, telling everyone about the plusses of sanitation. I would never understand what she gets out of all this community work! Such a misfit she appears some times, fumbling with the dialect and struggling with food…” wondered Charushila as she neatly and cautiously tore through the glues and heavily stapled brown envelope.

It had been five months since Charushila arrived in the village, with her worn-out brown suitcase. It had not been easy for her, especially because she had to leave her husband of three years to fend for himself. Months before she finally left home, she had told him about her plans, and he had given in to her wish after many failed attempts to convince her otherwise. She had called him from the village a few times, but the probing eyes of the village men at the tea stall with the STD booth made conversation a challenge. The letter from her husband was not only the first he had written to her, but also the only real communication she had had with him in a very long time. With anticipation, she straightened the creases on the letter and started to read.

(Suja writes)

Dear Charu

I have resigned from my job and decided to travel to Bombay or beyond. I am not sure. I shall be leaving the keys with our neighbors. The fridge has been emptied out. All the bills are paid. I have deposited three months rent in advance, after which you can decide what is to be done with all the things in the house. The scooter was giving a lot of trouble, so I sold it. The bank papers ration card and other documents are in the green suitcase. It’s just not the same since you left. My cooking is still pathetic. I could take your constant tirade but not this silence. I ask myself how I could have kept you with me but still have no answers. I hope you are happy there. I don’t have any contact number to give you. I don’t think it makes much of a difference, in any case.

By the way, on my last day at work, I received an STD call from some army chap posted in Pathankot, I think. One Girish Kunnath. An invitation to marriage, said he knew you from school. I could not collect your casserole from Raghavans. That woman is never at home. Monu asks about his Charu aunty everyday. I kept making stories about how all your attempts to reach this side of Nagercoil are thwarted by some calamity or the other. The trouble is, I was convincing myself more than him.

Wish me luck, some peace and lot of sense.

Yours,
Balan

Charushila neatly folded the letter along the lines and put it at the bottom of her pile of freshly starched sarees in the almirah. She turned the keys, making doubly sure it was locked and sat at the edge of the bed. She kept all thoughts at bay, conscious of the hands of the old wall clock moving towards the hourly chime. Her music students would be here in a matter of minutes and she did not want anything in her voice to give away.

(Puneet writes)

Despite her earnest attempt to wring out the name from her mind, Charushila continued to be distracted throughout that morning's music lessons. Gayathri, one of her students, almost her own age, even asked if anything was amiss. Charushila fumbled and blurted something about her periods. After a while, she dismissed the class stating she was feeling dizzy and retired back to her room.

Malathi amma was confounded by her behavior. She very well knew that music meant the most to Charushila, enough to have been the cause for her to leave her husband. And it was only last week that Charushila had skipped her kitchen duties on the account of her menstruation hallows, a practice that she herself had no need to follow any longer. Malathi amma knew something was wrong. But Charushila gave her no opportunity to find out what it was, and Malathi amma knew well to keep her distance.

Back in her room, Charushila unlocked the almirah and pulled out the letter from underneath the sarees, upsetting the neat pile on to the floor, into disarray. She stayed in her bed for most of the morning and early noon. She read the letter again. She lay on her bed, teary eyed, her hands stroking the crescent around her navel, staring at the ceiling. Unable to find any solace, she started to sob, her fists clenched, her nails tearing into the letter and a heart pouring out anguish out on the starched white sheets. "I should have told him... He should have known... He should have asked... why did this all happen?"

At about two, Malathi amma called out from the kitchen, ""Charu... The food is ready. I have made olen and kallappam, with upperi. And fresh pachadi. Come and have it while it’s hot...," called out. She didn’t get any reply. A few minutes later Charushila walked into the kitchen and had her meals, not saying a word to Malathi amma, who tried to chatter away the awkward silences by relating gossips from the neighborhood.

As she was leaving, Charushila turned back hesitantly. Her eyes lowered, and with hands knotting the hem of her saree, she asked, "Malathi amma, tell me something. Is it a sin to love someone? Is it wrong to desire something that you know may never be yours? Krishnan Sir used to read the vedas and you too have read the upanishads. What do they say about this? I want to know... "

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August 21, 2006

Amu: Movie Review

Rating: ****

Ever since I started writing movie reviews, I have been starved for a good film. Not even once have I been inclined to give any film more than three or three+1/2 stars, and usually had to look for points to defend my rating. Well, the drought has finally coem to an end, and I am more than happy with the film that has broken the barrier. Yes, Amu is an excellent film, coming straight from the heart of the debutante director Shonali Bose from Bengal.

Starring Konkonasen Sharma as the protagonist (oddly called Kaju in the film), this film is a truly wonderful experience, and the first thing that comes to mind the superb quality of direction and screenplay. The charcaters are so close to real life, so very believable and anyone and everyone would empathise with the cast - be it anyone. Shonali has imbued crdibility into a story that could have easily gone haywire with inept handling.

On the surface, Amu is the story of an NRI girl Kaju who comes to India for a vacation to her mother's family and also trying to get to know her past - she knows she is an adopted child but does not know anything about her parents. The story uncovers the various sweet and bitter truths that her journey has in store for her. Her path crosses with a guy called Kabir, who helps her in her mission. And she finds herself in utter confusion and helplessness as she gets tangled in a mesh of the history of riots that shook India in 1984 after Indira Gandhi's assasination. How the story unfolds and what she finds out and how is the crux of the story. Although I usually refrain from giving any idea of the storyline in my reviews, I am assuring that I havent revealed that you would hamper your viewing. I just had to narrate this much to make my point in the review ahead. To stress how commendable Shonali Bose is for her work.

After Mr and Mrs Iyer, Konkona has not really delivered any strong performance to compare. Her Page 3 was very average if anything. But Amu reaffirms my faith in her. She is truly wonderful in her role. She has worked hard on her accent, and it pais off, because she does "sound like" an NRI - very much so. Not only that, her acting overall is first rate, and she lends a lot of credibility to her character. Yashpal Sharma (a.k.a. Laakha from Lagaan) and Brinda Karat (famous left party politician) also do full justice to their roles. And all the other artistes make you feel that you are watching 'real people'. The Bengali family that Amu's mother belongs to is a pure delight to watch. No fancy dresses or flashy make up or gay cousins (these days it has become a fad to have a gay character in the film) or stupid romances in the background - just a simple family. And there are several moments in the film where you would think (or may be even say it aloud) - "Oh God! I do the same thing." or "Wow! Feels like my family" or "Hey, I act like that when I go to. ..blah blah blah". And thats the screenplay's forte. It makes the whole story look so believable. No wonder that Shonali Bose admits (had the honor to attend a Q&A session after the film) that a lot of this has been derived from real life stories that she has learnt about from her numerous encounters with the victims of the 1984 riots.

Not even for one moment that I feel glamorization of any character or situation. Everything seemed 'normal'. The turbulence of the situation hasbeen conveyed very subtly, without any meloframa. No wailing or shouting scenes to show that the actors can act. No exy dudes or dudettes, no item numbers, no barechesting and no villains. There is ample symbolic fixtures and scenes, and you see people doing things that they really do - take a train, buy a pack of biscuits, eat choley-bhatoora, talk, walk and talk on phone. The props and art direction is very appropriate for the film. No lavish sets or grand eye candy locales. And yet the film holds your attention completely.

The film tells a story, holds a message and still does not get preachy or overdone. The various subtle facets of the 1984 riots and the after effects have been beautifully captured. No fingers are pointed, but it is very clear what the director'sintentions are. State sponsored terrorism is hinted at, but no names mentioned. What government officials, IAS officers did/did not do is shown, but no sides taken. Wha goons and thugs did is referred to, but the good and bad in their actions is left open for people to think about. Violence is indicated and portrayed, but the visualization ot graphic.

I am not sure how to express several other thoughts that race through my head after seeing the movie, but it sure was an experience to take back home, and think about later.
A must watch for all those who like meaningful cinema.

July 16, 2006

Rang de Basanti: Movie Review

Rating: ***

"Mera rang de Basanti Chola, mai rang de basanti chola" is a not a jingle from the past. It carries a meaning - its a mantra that many a die hard freedom fighters, the revolutionaries of the early and mid nineties chanted as they waged a battle against the East India Company, and sacrificed their lives as true martyrs for the cause of Indian independece. Sukhdev, Rajguru, Bhagat Singh and Chandrashekhar Azad are just a few names in the roster of such rather unsung heros of the Indian freedom movement. One of the films characters says "I have seen people behave in two ways when faced with death - total silence or utter belligerence. But the likes of Bhagat Singh belonged to either category. These men had an air of sheer normalcy even as if they draped the black cloth around their face before being hanged to death!

Rang De Basanti (RDB) is not yet another movie about the Indian freedom struggle. And good for the director, Rakeysh Omprakash Mehra, the maker of the well received 'Aks', since there have been dozens of such films in the recent past which have failed enormously at the task of invoking any patriotism or appreciation for our freedom fighters. Something which RDB has managed to do - in part. Not very constructively, but it has.

My RDB experience was a mixed one. For when I watch a movie, its not only the characters and the story, but also the execution of the film as a form of art that matter tremendously. And thats precisely the reason why I had a tough time rating this one. While there are several issues I have with the script, I was floored by the production values of the entire enterprise.
As one of my friends aptly described, "Rang De Basanti = Dil Chahta Hai + Yuva". And I would have to agree with him on that front. RDB has an air - the air of DCH youth about it, but has the soul of Yuva. To say that it is a teenager's movie would however be somewhat unjust to the filmmaker. During my research of the idea behind the film, I have come to the understanding that Rakeysh Mehra had a single agenda in the film - inspire with caution. The sense of belonging to India, the feeling of optimism for what the future holds, and the drive to do something to help the nation progress are totally missing in the youth today. Instead, there is hopelessness, and even shame that many Indians feel for being an Indian. I have seen it in campus students for whom the glamour of the West still rocks, and in the middle aged who watch news with a roaring levels of frustration about status quo, and in the sheer nonchalance of the urban middle class. The character of DJ sums it up very succintly - "We have one leg on the future, and another is on the past, thats why we are pissing on the present". But what are we doing about it?

The point is that Rakeysh Mehra does not set out on a preaching mission to change all that. Instead he chooses to narrate a story about a few young people to get his point across. Each one of us can either accept the way things are, or can attempt to change it. The director has illustrated a particularly unsettling situation that this particular group of friends is faced with, and what they do to overcome the same. In the process, each of them is transformed in a way they never imagined. As he has beeen himself stressing vehemently in all the interviews, he does not subscribe to the manner in which these young people reddem themselves. Neither does he believe that it is the solution to the many problems that plagiarize the India of today. But unfortunately, though probabbly unwittingly, he has ended up gloriying the very premise that he set out to refute.

Violence is not the end solution to fight the wrong doers - is what Reakeysh has supposedly set out to showcase. The characters played by the cast of Rang De Dasanti are faced with a predicament. And they choose violence as the solution. Eventually, they end up being a puppet on their own stage. What they achieved is shadowed by what they lose. They fall at the hands of the bloodshed they start to avenge their cause. Still, the audience is never in doubt about the righteousness of these men (and women). The sole reason is that the picture is too black and white. The 'other side' has been painted in total black that screams 'THEY DESERVE TO DIE", and thats why the audience applauds when the gang of friends decides to do away with 'the others'.

That revolutions are necessary to bring about changes and reforms has been proved umpteen number of times by the world history. But the way you bring it about is even more important, for it sets precedents and benchmarks. Each effort, notwithstanding of its enormity or minisculeness, counts. What path we decide to tread is ones' own decision. Rakeysh Mehra set out on a noble mission, but he, just like the characters in his movie, completely misses the point. Instead, he ends up glorifying violence by showcasing the cast as martyrs for some great cause. But his parallels between Aamir Khan and his friends and the legends of Indian freedom struggle result in achieving precisely that effect. Yet, I dont believe that Rakeysh has completely missed the bus. Even with faults in his script, he does manage to bring about one point very strongly - Eacdh of us can be a Bhagat Singh or Chandrashekhar Azad if we believe that we can turn the course of events. That each one of us can bring about a revolution. Only if the script had chosen to showcase the same parallel in a manner that could have fed back more constructively. Nonetheless, full credit to the screenplay for blending in the two sets of stories so well. The transitions that these young men and women go through are shown in such a progressive manner that the viewer automatically relates the two stories without any explicit mention. I would however admit that after a point, the parallelism lost its verity due to the reasons I already talked about.

If you however watch the movie as a narration os a story, Rang De Basanti may not appear so disconcerting though. The stroy is about a few friends - (DJ) Aamir Khan, Sonia (Soha Ali Khan), Kunal (Siddharth), Aslam (Kunal Kapoor) and Sukhi(Sharman Joshi), Sonia's fiancee Ajay (Madhavan). Add to the group a political novice youth leader Laxman (Atul Kulkarni). And an outsider who becomes a part of the group - Sue (Alice Patten). They find themselves in a tight situation, and they choose what seems to be the best way out. What happens to these characters is what forms the crux of the story that this film narrates.

Talking of characters, the direction and screenplay desrve full merit. Contrary to popular notion, RDB is not an Aamir Khan film. The film does not belong less to Sharman Joshi or Siddharth or even Alice Patten. Each person has a part to play, and the characters sketch for each is well defined. Aamir Khan, as usual (disregarding the recent Mangal Pandey fiasco), delivers an awesome performance, although he looks a tad too old for the part. The rest of the cast including Kunal Kapoor, Sharman Joshi, Alice Patton look their part and lend a fair amount of credulity to the characters. It is a great relief to see that the director stays true to the story and does not veer into any sidetracks or flashbacks on each of the characters. In comparison with the rest of the cast, however, Soha Ali Khan looks very inept. She does not leavy any impression whatsoever. I fail to understand why she is being made into the new generation Sharmila tagore on the block. Anupam Kher, Waheeda Rehman and Kirron Kher have small roles that stay small and to the point. Atul Kulkarni is a fine actor, but he does not have much arsenal in his repertoire. His acting seems to be very sterotyped to his acting style. As I have already stated, all the characters are easy to relate to. And they bring different perspectives to the table about the issue that they are faced with.

Just like 'Aks', that was better known for its 'novelty value' than as a good film, Rang De Basanti is also novel. That does not necessarily translate it to calling it a great film. It is surely an out-of-the-box concept, that has been exceptionally well executed in terms of technical departments like editing, cinemetography and camera work. Chorography is also something that a normal person can rerlate to and it does make you feel like getting up on your feet and swaying with the music. A. R. Rehman, after a long gap, has given a musical complement to the film. On a stand alone basis, the music is not the same scale as 'Lagaan', but it surely does capture the spirit of the film to the core and exudes the same energy and attitude that the Indian youth will surely identify with. The flashback sequences are shot very aesthetically and are set in the right mood, without over-glamourising the locales or the characters. The dialogues are very crisp and appropriate, with very contemporary depiction of the youth in India. Not to mention the simplicity of daily life about them while being witty in many a places.

Rakeysh Omprakash Mehra may not have made an exceptional film, but he has done what most directors in Indian films dont - and that is called EXPERIMENTATION. As a film lover and as a critic, I would wish him good luck and surely watch out for his next one. As for Rang De Basanti, it surely is a movie worth a watch! It does not INSPIRE, but it does provoke thoughts, some sort of a rarity with Hindi films. You may agree or disagree with the perspective shown in the film, but you surely would form an opinion, you surely would think, and most likely exclain out aloud. I would say that, for me, it means a good film!

June 12, 2006

Being Cyrus: Movie review

Most of the reviewers in town have gone ahead and painted the twon read with descriptions of Being Cyrus as a "dark comedy". But I am pretty sure that not even ten percent of them even know what a dark comedy actually is. Being Cyrus has been wrongly categorized as a comedy in the first place. Yes, it has its moments of comedy and laughter, but its more of an adventure or thriller than anything else. Having said that, I must add, that it is not a typical potboiler that Bollywood keeps on churning out. I woulnt go as far as saying that the movie is not "inspired" by any other film, but surely is a refreshing departure from the run-of-the-mill, sleazy, tacky special effects laden, trashy adaptations of Hollywood flicks that are served to the Indian viewers these days in the name of a thriller or an action film.

The best thing about Being Cyrus is that the director knows his story and knows how to tell it without letting the viewer's attention falter for even a minute. The tale is crisp and the narration equally concise. In all the film is just about an hour and thirty minutes, less than half of some of the recent Bollywood blockbusters. Homi Adajania, the first time director of this film, is the latest addition to the list of debutant directors that have donned the director's hat in recent times. And just like Shimit Amin, Parvati Balagopalan and Pradeek Sarkar, he brings to the table a whole new style of film-making, hitherto unknown to many of the "established" names in the business. Barring Ram Gopal Verma, I havent seen many directors use the camera angles and cinematography uses as simply, yet superbly as in this film. The mantra here is - be simple, yet captivating, something that the likes of Karan Johar or Yash Chopra can never dream of attaining.

The story principally involes five or six characters, the cast led by Saif Ali Khan and Dimple Kapadia. They portray a plethora of Parsee characters in the movie, and its a welcome respite not to see the stereotypical and caricaturized Parsee matrons or 'vadee-baba' or "pappad-khao-sain" characters in the plot. The characters are very well defined and played with utmost conviction by most people. Naseeruddin Shah, after Iqbal, returns to another commercial film, but had very little to do. Yet, in his less than five minute role, he showcases the enormous treasure of talent he has. The slightest nuances of the senile, withering, demented Dinsha are superbly captured by him, something that a "seasoned actress" like Dimple Kapadia fails to garner in her portrayal of the gaming and conniving Katie, Dinshaa's wife in this film. She gets overtly loud in the film at a lot of times, not in terms of her volume, but in terms of the amount of effort she seems to be putting into expressing every emotion that she is feeling. Something that I have often felt while seeing Urmila Matondkar act. There is a feel to method - something I cant describe in words. But appears as if she has rehearsed the scene over and over again to get to where she is. Something so contrary to Naseeruddin Shah and even Saif Ali Khan. The latter, is rediscovering himself in author backed roles. Saif is the protagonist of the movie and deserves all the attention. Although his role didnt require much of emoting, he comes across sincerely. His role required underplaying emotions, and he hold the reigns of the character perfectly. Nowhere does he seem made up or unbelievable. He was "so not larger than life", as Chandler from "Friends" would have described it as. Simone Singh gets a brief but important role in this film, and does full justice to it. She looks and feels tha character that she essays. Boman Irani is also very authentic in his portrayal, although he needs to re-think his choice of roles. Ever since Munna Bhai MBBS days, he seems to be playing the same, eccentric man, albeit in a different get up.