Gurudev, Pranam!

I do not have words to describe you, your description belongs to an elite world where a genius resides.

I cannot talk about you, you in itself are an institution that remains unparalleled, in man and beyond.

Your stories are not written, they are sagas that are embedded in our lives. Every day, every moment. Forever.

You defined Literature long before mankind could understand the nuances of what ‘Literature’ is.

You did not pen poetries, you have written ‘Life’ as means of poetry in a community where the ‘poet’ was always misunderstood.

Thank you, for leaving us behind.

Beacause, you were way ahead of our kind.

The Master – One of his Kind

What can I say?

Wishing ‘Happy Birthday’ to you is grossly similar to mortals trying to match the exploits of the sun and moon.

Satellites are a tad shy when it comes to your repertoire.

An icon and a legend of our times, there is no take away between your elite investment on the face of pure and generative cinema, and the sublime quality that came out from your stable, consistently.

Not just great, incredible stories. Stories with soul, enriched with human transcendence and path breaking relevance.

Nayak, Charulata, Aranyer Din Ratri, Agantuk, Pather Panchali, The Apu Trilogy..

Just to name a few. But enough for our goosebumps to last for a lifetime.

Perhaps, even more.

Sir, I take a bow!

And yes, if I can.

Happy Birthday, Satyajit Ray.

An Artist. The Filmmaker. The Auteur.

When Dark is Divine

Darkness is the essence of our lives.

Dark is us, in every frame.

We think black is dark, no.

Tyranny meets Redemption.

I meet you, otherwise it’s all so miniscule.

Dark is class, disguised as brightness, cajoling desires for longevity.

(Mis)Concept of Taboo

Within our polished and distinguished lives, we have a forbidden segment that society does not want to talk about. In fact, the forbidden subjects find a reclusive and repellent way of surviving in a society that’s made with rules and for people, who follow such rules. It is desirable and despised in the same breath, surprisingly. 

Perhaps, one of the oldest surviving creatures on earth, the ‘Forbidden’ principles are looked through the eyes of the one who is willing to surpass boundaries, transcend cultures, experiment with truth.

There are few gems which make a foray in to the vicinity of the ‘Forbidden’, and dare to explore the cliche. What comes out is disturbing, powerful and staggering.

I want you to watch them, if you have the balls to do so.

Una

A sexually abused 13 year old, who later confesses that it wasn’t really abuse in the first place. But, will a 13 year old understand if she is being abused in the first place is the million dollar question.

Unless, she feels uncomfortable about it, or feels that it isn’t the usual way of cuddling a 13 year old, then she can back off or resist.

It is a story of a dysfunctional individuals, thanks to early exposure to adultery.

Confronting the man responsible for taking advantage of her naive position opens up the pandora’s box to indulge some gross sexual conversations and the sinister intentions of man behind relationships.

Can it be called Love? Or is just, merely, lust and physical atonement?

Thousand questions, unknown answers and millions of eyebrows remain raised.

Unfreedom

How many of us lend our hand of support to bisexual relationships? 

I don’t even know if we do find ourselves acquainted with any other relationship status codes except the usual, conventional, and of course, traditional. – Being straight.

I think we still live in a world were norms are not regulated neither organised. Worst, there are double standards and hypocrisy in the decision of right or wrong.

Yes, I like straight people do but I have nothing against ‘otherwise’ folks.

I think every girl has this sublime right to decide if she wants to get married or not. Even better, she chooses man or woman. I think is the theory of naturals, more than being unconventional or ridiculously shameful. 

Is it a sin if a girl falls in love with another girl? Yes, the mundane answer is ‘Yes. But is it something that you and me get to decide, is the more perceivable question.

Yes the seriousness and authentic of the relationships in itself can be questioned but the basis of judgement and interrogation should not be upon the gender of 2 individuals.

All kinds of people live and have the right to choose their partners.

It’s a free universe, remember? Straight, Bi, Hetero or Homo, you have every right to live and love, that is, the way you want it to be. The aesthetics must be in the right place.

The Art Of Loving/Masters of Sex

People have sex but a thesis on sex? Sounds ridiculous, isn’t it?

But, on the hindsight, why not?

Some of the most intimate, desirable and churning moments in a man/woman’s life comes out of sex.

Then, why not explore the core of human sexuality, understand devious emotion under the skin of pleasure?

Well, both these stories and their real time protagonists exactly did that, obviously amidst, massive criticism and hypocrisy.

Curatively inspired by true incidents, it’s woven with interesting and murderous characters that will often sweep you off the floor, for sheer audacity and conviction.

They did not go down in history as the most influential, but neither did they go unnoticed.

I would say, Bravo!

Fire

Some of the best moments in Deepa Mehta’s trilogy comes out from this movie. A subtle and powerful story of 2 women falling for each other in an environment woven with hatred, chauvinism and lust is recipe for some scintillating moments.

Indeed, Fire delivers, though controversially and effectively.

In a society where women are expected to be submissive and clouded, ‘Fire’ oozes fire, conflicting with boorish men and their quest to kill feminism through turmoil and circumstantial jinx.

No wonder, it took Box Office by a storm and ravaged through reluctant screens.

The Reader

Set in the background of World War II, it is an unusual love story of an elderly woman with young lad. Something which starts off with oodles of lust and physical attraction, it develops in to a more substantial relationship that looks a like having no future. Love.

As much as it’s forbidden today, way back then, such relationships would be placed under buckets like ‘Sin’ and ‘Malicious’. 

It is inauspicious story for auspicious reasons. Again, its love. The boy isn’t in frame of mind to understand why this is wrong and the older woman is so devoid of relationships in her life that falling in love with a young lad who could be the age of his son doesn’t stop her from continuing the passionate relationship with him.

Yes, war brings them together and war separates them. Obviously, such relationships need not understand the complexity of other precarious matters like caste, community and religion. When the clock turns, time sways away.

So did they, but the the relationship never made a dent in their hearts. In contrast, it only led them to understand that all that goes around comes back one day.

Meri Pyaari Bindu..

Ruled. Liberated. Survived. Evolving.

Such moments of torrential history, and my life.

Twin Scare

Veronica

I am not a great believer in the occult. But, there have been times of mesmerising helplessness when I start adoring the devil which ceases to exist without the goodness around us.

But, Veronica has nothing to do with goodness, though. It’s about pain, recklessness, human disdain and much beyond, our hemisphere.

I thought the eclipse and the game of calling the spirits conflicted each other well, and quite imminently, become the soul play of this dread woven tale.

You have the usual jittery elements of a horror flick – A blind sister called ‘Sister Death’ who can see what others cannot, a family which is disintegrated due to the woes of a single mother responsible for her 3 children and the unsurpassable quotient of the ‘Occult’.

But the young protagonist of this film, ‘Veronica’, looks believably naive and shattered by the conspicuous elements that consume her life. With the unsurpassable shadows that threaten to take her life away while having to protect her siblings, the character has some glorious shades of vulnerability that takes your breath away.

The penultimate scene when she is on the verge of being taken away, with a pinch of self destruction stands out in this reasonably clouted horror drama.

Annihilation

It is about the precarious conjunction of technology, vulnerabilities and life. Human beings like the unknown, and they despise it as well. The desire and passion to go beyond limits is our fantasy. But such fantasies of deep rooted resistance also comes with fatalities that could destroy the very meaning of human existence.

A research centre becomes an island of death. People go in, they don’t come out. The ones who did make it, are never the same again. Yes, it’s about the genius of human brain vetted with technology and invention. But, at the same time, we are so immersed in a life beyond us that it turns out that we might never return to our self when all this that mattered, looks so refreshingly curious and menacing.

‘Annihilation’ cannot be termed as a ‘Horror’ film, because it isn’t. ‘Horror’ relates to the unseen, unbred and evil. This, has none of them. Yes, the form factor is relevant and remarkably irrelevant at the same time. Though an impression of invincibility looms large over the plot and it’s equally tiltillating and dysfunctional characters, they still look convinced to get flushed and destroyed. They have their reasons to do it as well, which is another testimony to justify their indulgence in this will-not-make-it-back adventure.

Coupled with some stunning frames and close shave moments, ‘Annihilation’ is a myth that threatens to destroy our civilisation with caressing brutality.

Resonance

Looking through the lens, the sun shone bright and undisputed.

She smiles through the dawn, looking at my eyes with hopes to survive, relinquish and live to see the next sunrise. After all, she lives to see the ups and downs. Survival amidst desires.

The sparkling waters, the residing boats, the tempered waves, the towing presence of a structure above that sees life through troubled waters – every moment, every day.

Leaves and branches kissing the sun, the golden path that no one dares to tread across.

Serene. Fathomed. Tranquil. Consumed.

Shining Corners

Chiseled in times, ravaged by war, a witness to the independence movement and surviving amidst troubled celebration.

The monument stands and shines, devoid of percussion, beneath and over.

Sans you, sans me. What is left of is platelets of the past and some enormous little moments.

A Revered Adieu

“Tread not in the by-lanes of the belittle ones, you will only be ripped off of your untainted glory and the very reason for your sublime existence”. @msksmiles

“Vultures can hunt, eagles can prey, tigers will prowl. Only a saint will consume all the adultery and exude sanity for the baffled minds”. – @msksmiles

I saw him in Kanchipuram-1993, all smiles with a spark in his eyes. Much later, in Calcutta-2014, we visited Ved Bhavan to seek his noble blessings.

Let the world remember you for all the goodness and humanity you have engulfed each of us in.