Thursday, May 31, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides;
And, broken ghosts with glow-worms in their heads,
The things of light
File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.
A candle in the thighs
Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age;
Where no seed stirs,
The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars,
Bright as a fig;
Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.
Dawn breaks behind the eyes;
From poles of skull and toe the windy blood
Slides like a sea;
Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky
Spout to the rod
Divining in a smile the oil of tears.
Night in the sockets rounds,
Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes;
Day lights the bone;
Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin
The winter's robes;
The film of spring is hanging from the lids.
Light breaks on secret lots,
On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;
When logics dies,
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Novelty plus dread equals overreaction.
We can see the effects of this all the time. We fear being murdered, kidnapped, raped and assaulted by strangers, when it's far more likely that the perpetrator of such offenses is a relative or a friend. We worry about airplane crashes and rampaging shooters instead of automobile crashes and domestic violence -- both far more common.Whoever said humans were rational! Nice article.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Christ, I need to get out of here, anywhere!
Monday, May 14, 2007
Spoiler warning: Plenty ahead. If you're planning to watch this movie, kindly refrain from reading further.
For a movie that supposedly captures the life of people living in a metropolis (in this case Mumbai), there is barely any mention of the place. Except maybe when the director wants to apologize for something mindless and selfish that any character is about to do, and conveniently blame it on the poor city.
Shilpa Shetty is the long suffering housewife who resists an affair with a lonely, washed up actor (Shiney Ahuja). There's Nafisa Ali, Shilpa's bharatnatyam (??) teacher who meets a long lost love (Dharmendra - man, he's gotten old!). Sharman Joshi is a BPO executive who lends his apartment and his bed to the sexual escapades of just about anyone senior in the office. Kangna Ranaut, apparently a brainless bimbette, is having an affair with her boss KK Menon. And then there is Konkana Sen Sharma, who finally falls for the guy who keeps staring at her chest (Irfan Khan). Needless to say, all the characters have to be linked somehow since its the latest fashion in the movies these days.
The subject material is not bad as such, but suffers under the graceless direction of Anurag Basu (the same guy who made Murder, I should have guessed). Each and everyone of the characters in the movie is such a cliche, it makes me want to hurl. I admit, every place has its share of infidelities, rat races, heartbreaks and such. But the people who live in this fake metro are so pathetic that you only feel a sense of outrage when they start blaming the city for their shortcomings. Basu tries to portray them as innocent victims, people driven to be what they are because of circumstance. But the one-line-of-voiceover-per-character to justify all that they do only ends up as an irritant.
The actors have a bad time of it, of course. Sharman Joshi, who was well directed in Rang De Basanti, is wasted here. He wanders about clueless, mooning over a lady love and mulling over a dilapidated building where his father dreamt of building a restaurant. Shiney Ahuja is unimpressive - my first movie starring this guy - and I kept wondering why people rave about him (sorry Ajaita!). Konkana is also wasted here, I mean what kind of a character is she? And why does anybody imagine that a woman who is single at 30 would necessarily be depressed about it? I liked her in Page 3 and Mixed Doubles, but she is completed misused here. Irfan Khan brings comic relief, this is an actor who can probably transcend the most disastrous of scripts.
The only actor who manages to shine through this mess is KK Menon - he is downright nasty as the cheating slime ball who doesn't hesitate to use his authority to bend his subordinates to his will. After a 2-year affair with a girl who 'makes him feel 20 again', he walks out on his wife when he learns that she's been with another man for 5 weeks (well, not technically). Why his wife feels so guilty about the little indiscretion when confronted with 2 years of a lying, abusive husband is beyond my understanding. But yes, its easy to believe that men like KK exist, running back shamelessly to the wife when the girlfriend bails out. I can't imagine real people like any of the others, but I can imagine KK living and walking the streets of Mumbai. Terrific actor, but its time he did something different.
Verdict - Give it a miss.
One more thing, the next time I see those 3 ugly guys breaking out into song anywhere, I am gonna shoot them!
Friday, May 11, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Monday, July 10, 2006
I want two days of work with 5 days off. I want bands to make good music. I want to sing out loud. I want my private moment in the crowd. I want love and sunshine. I want ice cream soda and snazzy movies. I want to sit on my porch and watch the world crumble around me. I want a house with a porch. I want madness. I want joy. I want all of life.
I still want all of that.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Monday, May 07, 2007
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Unlike the sharply polarized characters in The Lord of The Rings, the latest from the Tolkien stable offers us a hero who is more flawed than most. He is proud, headstrong, hot headed and ungrateful. Upon his exile from Doriath, he takes up with a band of outlaws and hardly protests when they go about looting the villages of men. He brings trouble wherever he goes, thanks to his rashness. He also routinely steals the lady loves of his supporters and usurps their authority without so much as a by-your-leave. And to top it all, he marries the one woman that he most certainly shouldn't. His primary redeeming feature seems to be his valour that usually gets him promoted to functional head of the place, which he promptly brings to destruction through his own confusion. And his mother and his sister are equally pig headed. When they finally meet their doom, one feels not pity, but relief that they cannot cause any more misery to themselves or to others.
The Elves, who are such goody-two-shoes in LOTR, are well, more human. The High Elves in The Children of Húrin would rather hide than act against the enemy. They do have more powers since we are early on in the history of Middle Earth, but fail to exercise most of it. In a way, their inaction causes more harm to the doomed Túrin than anything else.
A great read, providing more insight into the genius that was Tolkien. This is the guy who created a whole fictional universe, so vast that most of it is still unfinished. I've read LOTR some 6 times now, and my only problem is that things are too black and white in it. (Though I still love Aragorn, noble and valiant and all that!) In Children of Húrin, Tolkien satisfies my appetite for gray. Amazing book.