Smell something fishy? Well, apparently you will smell something very fishy in all departments relating to the Indian bureau. All smell of wonderful corruptness. Yes, it is a view endorsed by most people in India, but unlike some, most are willing enough to bask in the wonderfully unpleasant smell of the fishy-businesses. Some people find it convenient to find that back ways (and side ways and alley ways and overhead ways etc.) exist in the Indian republic. One could hear almost anyone braggin’ about how they handed over a Rs. 100 note to evade a fine of Rs. 500. Such stinking fishy-business is commonplace in Indian daily life. One cannot avoid it: hence (people say) join ‘em!
Unfortunately this brand of smelly patronage had pervaded the Indian society all too much. In fact, the ‘bureau’ (because all in India is but a bureau) responsible for maintaining the air fresheners (which we so need in the face of fishy-business) has gone all awry. I am of course considering the sanitary department of my city here; who I believe is on leave for some emergency holiday. Yes they must be; otherwise how would you explain this behavior: a truck came up full of garbage and emptied some on a piece of open land? I, for one, am of the opinion that fishy businesses fill the air full of the same stinking feeling. Corruption is bad for the country, as much as it is for your nose.
Stupid, stinking bureaucrats! I even smell something fishy in my fish…
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Udaan: Flight of dreams
I went to see a movie yesterday. The plan wasn’t perfect, and we (my friends and I) reached the cinema about five minutes late. What we saw there made us forget our imperfectness, and still sweeps me off the floor. We went to see a movie called “Udaan”.
In a cinema culture where larger than life themes, exotic locales, and seemingly predictable storylines, this film arrives as a breath of fresh air to people like me who like to see the cinema express humanity in a form which could truly be considered as art: aesthetically pleasing, and confident.
Udaan, with its simple location, cannot be truly said as to what it wanted to depict. Perhaps it was brotherhood, or sibling relationship, or atrocious parents, it really told a lot. But I could summarize it for you as the story of a boy wanting to break his shackles and fly.
Now I am not going to write much about its story, and am not interested to give you a review of a movie, you can very well find it in IMDB, but I will like to tell you some of the feelings which flickered through me during the show.
Sometimes you see a film which gets you absorbed in its characters, and make you feel anger, hatred, pity and love for them. The Shawshank Redemption was one such movie which really caused me to apprehend its characters deeply. Udaan does the same. When the boy, Rohan, vents his anger on his father’s car, you feel the rush of blood flowing through your veins. And most of all, when Rohan outruns his father, you feel joy, you feel freedom, you feel flight.
The film displays in iconic detail the struggle under forced rule, and how an aspiring and talented writer, like me, who is entangled in Engineering digress. It is so sad to see his novel being burned by his father, and the way he deploys his mind beside the rivers of Jamshedpur.
And most of all, how it gives you the feeling of righteous flight from the shackles of tedium of this world.
In a cinema culture where larger than life themes, exotic locales, and seemingly predictable storylines, this film arrives as a breath of fresh air to people like me who like to see the cinema express humanity in a form which could truly be considered as art: aesthetically pleasing, and confident.
Udaan, with its simple location, cannot be truly said as to what it wanted to depict. Perhaps it was brotherhood, or sibling relationship, or atrocious parents, it really told a lot. But I could summarize it for you as the story of a boy wanting to break his shackles and fly.
Now I am not going to write much about its story, and am not interested to give you a review of a movie, you can very well find it in IMDB, but I will like to tell you some of the feelings which flickered through me during the show.
Sometimes you see a film which gets you absorbed in its characters, and make you feel anger, hatred, pity and love for them. The Shawshank Redemption was one such movie which really caused me to apprehend its characters deeply. Udaan does the same. When the boy, Rohan, vents his anger on his father’s car, you feel the rush of blood flowing through your veins. And most of all, when Rohan outruns his father, you feel joy, you feel freedom, you feel flight.
The film displays in iconic detail the struggle under forced rule, and how an aspiring and talented writer, like me, who is entangled in Engineering digress. It is so sad to see his novel being burned by his father, and the way he deploys his mind beside the rivers of Jamshedpur.
And most of all, how it gives you the feeling of righteous flight from the shackles of tedium of this world.
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