Posted in Movies - General

Chekka Chivantha Vaanam (CCV)

What if the battle isn’t always between good and evil?
What happens when evil permeates into good and what’s left is only shades of evil? 

Chekka

In a movie based on an abrasive story about a family horrifically transformed after the death of its patriarch who is a wealthy gangster, the writers (Mani Ratnam and Siva Ananth) and the director (Mani Ratnam) adequately prepare you for the gory twists and turns the movie is going to take, after a shocking opening scene where there is a failed assassination attempt on the patriarch and his wife.

Chekka Chivantha Vaanam is a new kind of Mani Ratnam film. The ‘Mani-isms’ we are used to seeing perhaps have gotten a reboot. Mani’s treatment of songs has entered a completely new and a complex territory. There is less of poetry in any given scene, as the scenes are not dwelling on moments, instead they define phases of stories and hence Mani couldn’t afford to spend time on waxing poetry. There are many details, at first, seem untold. When I watched the movie the second time, I realized that they were not left untold, but were meant to be left intentionally open for audience’s interpretation, as the director wants to move the story forward in the quickest way possible. So, do these all make CCV a film that is very “Un-Mani-Ratnam”? The answer is yes, if you like to box creativity. The answer is no, if you believe in an artist’s creativity manifesting into different forms or in it simply evolving.

Arvind Swamy, Arun Vijay, and STR are three brothers. They play these characters that are your manly men, riding high on Testosterone with a capital “T”. They have strong women in their respective lives – Jyohika, Aishwarya, and Dayana. When their father, Prakash Raj and mother, Jayasudha, escape an assassination attempt on their lives, the brothers, two of them living outside the country, are forced to get together in Chennai. As they help comfort their parents, an opportunity to reassess their priorities arise, and along with it a suspicion on who could have tried killing their father creeps in. The stage is set for a power struggle, if and when a vacuum gets created after the father dies.

We are also introduced to an outsider, Vijay Sethupathi, a cop, serving suspension of his duties. He is a childhood friend of Arvind Swamy and is fully aware of the family’s criminal dealings, and is ok to share a plate of ‘upma’ or a cup of tea with them, without any guilt. The script sort of skates over these characters and their backgrounds unwaveringly, and yet, we don’t feel lost or disconnected. So, it’s left to the actors, then, to keep us close to the movie, and none of them shirks away from that task of injecting the needed intellect and emotion to the characters. AR Rahman’s powerful background score defines the underlying mood of the film, frame by farme.

I was quite unsure of my reaction to the movie the first time around because I was unsure if I had missed any character layering, given that the story is straightforward, barring the somewhat predictable plot twists. When I watched it the second time, I was able to appreciate the nuances of the characters much better. I could understand why Mani and Siva may have made some choices in their character portrayal. Given the nature of the “plot forwards”, and because of the deliberate attempt to downplay and not dramatize the bonding between the characters, there is very little emotionally, for the audience to latch onto, which works in the movie’s favor when it comes to the final act.

The final act of the movie is almost like a “purge”. A bloodbath of vengeance, shot aesthetically in a visually arresting landscape (Gandhikota Canyon in Kadappa district, Andhra Pradesh), set to hues of red, all over. From the phosphorus rich red soil to the bullfinch sky showcasing a sunset, from blood oozing out of dead bodies to the redness arising from anger, the director of cinematography Santhosh Sivan and Mani Ratnam, make sure that there is poetic justice meted out to the title of the movie. With AR Rahman’s guitar riff screaming to some powerful lyrics of Vairamuthu, one ends up walking out of the theater rooting for the right character…albeit as an afterthought.

What if the battle isn’t always between good and evil?
What happens when evil permeates into good and what’s left is only shades of evil? 

தப்பு தப்பா தப்புங்க செஞ்சு
தப்பு அறிஞ்சும் தப்புங்க செஞ்சு
செவந்து போச்சு நெஞ்சு

[Conscious but repeated violent deeds

Eventually result in bloodied souls]

 

Posted in Politics - General, Uncategorized

The End of Maverickism?

John McCain and his move on tracks of ending lights

Photo: U.S. Navy /, Courtesy To The Chronicle

I have been an avid follower of American politics for 20 odd years now.
And John McCain has..I guess I should say “had”..had been in the list of Top 20 American politicians, who had consistenly and continually been a dominant figure in the past 20 odd years.

As I start writing about McCain and how his presence in politics affected me over the years, I realize that..

I am sad that we have lost John McCain, the father, the family man, and a decent human being.

I am sad that John McCain has lost his battle to cancer, a dreadful disease.

I am sad that we have lost John McCain, one of the last few politicians of a tribe, which believes in respectful statesmanship across the political aisle in Washington D.C., where partisan politics seems to be the norm these days.

And yes, I am sad that we have lost perhaps the last GOP senator, who at least had the courage to “tell” Donald Trump that he wasn’t afraid of standing up to his bullying.

John McCain has been hailed as a “war hero” by pretty much every one in the country.

Ok. One notable exception. But Donald Trump not calling McCain a war hero is for a totally different reason and a nonsensically petty personal one too.

Wars and Heroes.

I am not too naive to ignore the central role war plays in the American conscience. But I will never be able to understand the collective American sentiment around war in 2018, in spite of knowing fully well and being able to completely appreciate and be humbled by American history, which shows that America as we know it now, came into being through war.

War occupies a unique place in the American society. Unique place because it is celebrated with so much national pride, all the while, people acknowledging the tragedy, hellishness and evil that come with war. Unlike most other countries, Americans love war as an essential evil. This generally explains the mass sentimental reactions of Americans from all sides of the political spectrum, when we lose a “war hero”, and the way such news generates a similar chemical reaction inside most of us whose emotions get influenced by those of people around us, at tragic times like these.

As streams of encomia extolling John McCain and his virtues as a “war hero”, as an “America hero”, etc. surround as, as political leaders from across the spectrum and from other countries send their eulogies lavishly praising McCain for his independence, courage, and patriotism, John McCain’s family must prepare for the senator’s last journey. One we are told will have eulogies from Barack Obama and George W. Bush, two of his Presidental campaign opponents, who went onto beat him eventually in the general elections and primaries, respectively.

A “War Hero”.
A “American Hero”.
A “True American Patriot”.

What exactly makes one earn any of the above titles? I do not want to indulge my urge to analyze the above in this post, but instead I would just leave this as a thought, if you are ready to freeze your war fetish for a moment or two.

How can one be a war hero when one gets to kill thousands and thousands of innocent civilians??
And what makes anyone else less of an “American Patriot” or less of an “American Hero”??

Difficult questions to answer. Aren’t they? Especially if you have to take a neutral position, not yield to the temptatin of using our own coinage of this euphemisim called “collateral damage”, and then try to justify the above labels??

McCain’s experiences as a POW, no doubt bring chills to me, when I read about them. The torture, the pain, and his refusal for an early release — they all highlight the brave man he was. And more importantly, it also highlights how intellectually sharp he was even under distress.

Since the day he entered politics, McCain seemed to have found the right balance between statesmanship, words, and knowing how to deal with the press. He positioned himself as a “noble outsider” and that worked for him. He had the right sound-bites for the right moment with very little deeds to follow up. Not many politicians could have claimed to have been in McCain’s position for over three decades, get away with the kind of gaffes & issues like he did, and still be loved by majority of the media, public & majority of politicians from both the parties. Was it all simply because of his “war hero” and POW status? No doubt, he was always the courageous war hero who put his country above politics. But there was something more to him that gave him the unique position as a politician, of not being overly scrutinized and not being judged when his actions didn’t mach his words, the kind of stuff that is bestowed upon to only a very few politicians in Washington D.C.

McCain was an intellectually sharp man who had decided that he would serve America one way or the other after his Naval days and chalked out a long term plan. That he could never get to the Oval Office may have been his biggest regret, although he would have never admitted it. But he believed in giving the impression that he was fiercely independent and wasn’t afraid to break with the party, when he had to.

I will always wonder what was so “Mavericky” about McCain when his voting record shows that he voted pretty much along party lines for more than 85% of the time. But then, I am reminded once again of the fact that McCain was good at giving just the right sound-bites. He could get away with things even if his actions didn’t measure up to his words.

For example, even though he had said things about campaign finance reforms repeatedly & why he was all for it, thus earning many likes form the left, his voting records hardly show any proof of if he meant all of or if any of what he said. He was, at one point of time, in favor of turning Roe v. Wade, but eventually moved onto a more unconvincing middle ground, where he took an evasive “leave it to the states” position. This list goes on.

Here is a FiveThirtyEight chart of his voting record.

Yes, he is marginally better than those who voted 100% of the time along party lines.

But “Mavericky” enough? You be the judge.

There were two policy areas where he took firm positions, consistenly in the past two decades or so, for which I do have a lot of respect for McCain.

Torture and Climate Change.

That doesn’t make him ‘mavericky’ for me.

In these turbulent political times, one could argue that a man of his stature could have helped keep some check on the danegrous buffoonery coming out of the White House. But with very little support from anyone else in his party, even if he were to have become a real maverick and live upto his nick name, I don’t think he could have achieved much.

I think he knew that. He knew that sometime in 2017, when he learned of his terminal illness. So, instead of fighting a long battle against the far rightisms of his party, he chose to make a lasting impression on most of us through that famous last minute “thumbs down” vote to preserve the repeal of “Obamacare” in July 2017. A political genius of sorts by a man who knew how to use that one vote to define his legacy. A true politician!!
(Some history: He had voted NO when the original Affordbale Care Act came to the senate in 2009 along with his party and between 2009 and 2011, he continued to vote in favor of repealing the act and partial amendments to the act to strip some protective regulations associated with the act.)

As the world mourns the death of a man who beleieved in independence, political camaraderie, decent statesmanship, and that rare quality of not shying away from truth, I cannot but stop thinking how such a man who was so vehemently opposed to torture, was ironically such a loud proponent of sending American troops in harm’s away, at every single opportunity he got??

“No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main….
…..any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.”
-John Donne

I was driving to Chicago (from Michigan) this past Saturday evening, when I learned of John McCain’s passing. The NYT Breaking News notification on my phone alerted me.

The dystopian song that was playing in my car at that very moment was “The Dead Flag Blues” by Goodspeed You! Black Emperor.

Godspeed You! Maverick McCain.

..For whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee..

Posted in Politics - General

The sunsetting of a “Sunrise Legacy”

Three “K”s defined my childhood.  To be specific, I used to famously refer to them as my three favorite “க”s. Given Tamil’s unique ability (or handicap) to handle multiple sounds from the Ka (Ka, Kha, Ga, Gha) family, through a single letter, it’s a coincidence that my three favorite “க”s were also three favorite “K”s.

Karunanidhi.
Kamal Haasan.
Kapil Dev.

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Out of the above three, my liking for both Kamal Haasan and Kapil Dev came truly out of my following their work in their fields. Not surprising given that Cricket and Movies were very much an integral part of my childhood. But as for my liking for Karunanidhi ….I guess it was largely circumstantial. Technically, he was the Chief Minister of Tamil Nadu when I was born, but that didn’t really mean much. By the time, I was old enough to know who he was, and when I really got introduced to him, a phenomenon called MGR had already arrived in the Tamil Nadu political scene and the force of that phenomenon was indomitable. So much so that by the time, Karunanidhi became the CM of Tamil Nadu again, it was literally after MGR’s death. So Karunanidhi was actually the fierce opposition leader during these formative years of mine, when I developed a liking for him. Looking back, I do not know why this man appealed to my boyhood political interests. But he did. And growing up in a small town in Tamil Nadu in the 1970s meant, you had only three political choices – MGR or Karunanidhi or None (no interest in politics).

My father had a huge collection of tapes with Karunanidhi’s speeches. These were mostly speeches from his political rallies. But boy..how much I loved listening to his speeches even as a young boy. A young boy whose knowledge of politics didn’t extend beyond being able to identify party names, symbols, and their flag colors. Looking back, I could recall how his speeches acted as the background score for my many cricket evenings or many indoor game days, that I used to play with my brother, as my father was completely absorbed by perhaps the last best orators to have come out of the Tamil Nadu political scene. If you do not understand Tamil and if you haven’t followed at least a couple of Karunanidhi speeches, you have no idea what you are missing. I cannot in any honesty equate his oratorial skills and his wit, elan, and mastery of the language, with any other politician from any part of the world.

Muthuvel Karunandhi aka M.K. Karunanidhi, better known as Kalaignar Karunanidhi was not just an orator par excellence. He was a literary stalwart. A playwright. A movie screenwriter. A true lover of the language, who pushed for Tamil Renaissance. He started as a journalist/editor at the age of 16, publishing his own handwritten magazine. One of the first essays he wrote at the age of 17, that made the Tamil literary world look at him was on “Widow Remarriage”, a true rebel of a thought in those days, leave alone what it meant for a 17 year old to pen a very well coherent argument in favor of  letting a widowed woman lead a free life, by quashing centuries old  traditions and superstitions.

He concluded thus in that essay.

“ஆகவே,செந்தமிழ்ச்செல்வா! மங்கையர்தான் நம் நாட்டின் பொக்கிஷம் என்பதை மறவேதே! அவர்கள் வாழ்வைக் கெடுக்காதே! மறுமணத்தை மறுத்து அவர்கள் இளமையைப் பலியிடாதே!”.

Loose Translation:

“My Dear son of the rich Tamil soil,
Hence, please note that women are the only treasure of this country. 
Do not ruin their lives. 
Do not kill their youthhood by denying them their right to remarry!!”

Now, political opponents of the 21 century, especially those who seemed to have gained all their political knowledge through WhatsApp forwards and twitter, have a very narrow view of Kalaignar Karunanidhi. They know Kalaignar merely as this senile politician who sided with P. Chidambaram and encouraged his daughter to collude with a few prominent names in Delhi to make the most out of the now infamous 2G scam. This post is not about that shady side of Karunanidhi’s legacy and in my opinion, this doesn’t even begin to define Karunanidhi, the leader, the politician, the administrator, and the literary star he was. That shady sub-plot of his long career is a blotch, no doubt, but his contribution to Tamil Nadu is so huge that I would call you an ignorant student of Indian politics, if you insist on talking only about that to define him. Besides, I am writing this blog post only to highlight how his legacy impacted Tamil Nadu and in the process, attempting to outline my own understanding of his legacy.

When Karunanidhi first became the chief minister of TN in 1969, he had a strong Tamil identity platform to step on, well laid out by his mentor C.N. Annadurai. In combination with Anna’s platform and Periyar’s rational movement ideologies, Karunanidhi was able to create his own and unique voice in the TN political scene. A very different one from Kamaraj’s and a much stronger one than Anna’s.

In a long political career that followed, Karunanidhi established himself arguably as the most efficient administrator that Tamil Nadu has ever seen till now. He was efficient because his leadership style involved long deliberations, and not relying on instincts. He was ok to waver on his platform, if people around him felt that something was not the best decision. He was very different from MGR in that MGR ran a populist administration, very successfully. On the other hand,  Karunanidhi tried to mix populism with his Dravidian ideologies while drafting his policies, keeping the need for Tamil Nadu to stand independent in his mind. Independent from the barrage of attacks coming from the “Hindi Nationalist” leaders from the center. His Tamil identity took front seat at all times.

Here is Karunanidhi after MGR’s death. Even an eulogy of a political rival sounded like a poetry when he spoke.

J. Jayalaitha, who became his arch nemesis for almost the next three decades or so after the death of MGR, proved to be a bigger challenge for Kalaignar to tackle, than what he may have anticipated in 1987 immediately after MGR’s death. Strangely, many political pundits dismissed Jayalaitha’s political stamina then, because she was sort of viewed as a misfit to the Dravidian movement as conceptualized by the likes of Anna and Karunanidhi. She was a movie star, who rode on her charisma and ego. Her close association with MGR helped her launch her career.

Everyone in Tamil Nadu was surprised to see that in no time, what an ambitious leader she turned out to be. So, Kalaignar was completely unprepared to handle someone like Jaya. He was used to handling  someone like MGR, a peer, a respectable colleague, and someone who grew in his era of Dravidian movement. But Jaya didn’t have any of that background. She was a convent educated woman, who grew up in a tight shell with very little exposure to the real world. The battle was on. And these two established a sort of political rivalry for 20 odd years that probably no other Indian state may have seen and/or may ever see.

Till June 2001. When the world got to see how revengeful and vindictive Jayalalitha could be.

The midnight arrest of Karunanidhi, an ex-chief minster, along with two central cabinet ministers, in somewhat of an inhuman way was, notwithstanding the circumstances that led to the charges, completely authoritarian by any democratic standards. This incident definitely redefined the rivalry between KK and JJ.  Since then, Jayalaitha continued to win more elections than Karunanidhi as long as she was alive. But purely in terms of the manner in which Karunanidhi continued to keep his political statesmanlike aura around him intact, all the way till he became physically immobile in 2016 or so, it was remarkable that only a handful of world..yes world…political leaders could have even dreamt of having.

Karunanidhi was a master politician. Not only at the local and state level, but most importantly in knowing how to work with the center. Barring once or twice, Karunanidhi always managed to come out as a winner in his negotiations with the ruling party in the center. This, in spite of his staunch anti-Hindi stance was something to be admired. Even though Jayalalitha showed how she could get her way with the center using more aggressive tactics, she didn’t earn the same kind of diplomatic respect that Karunanidhi earned over a period of time. Contrary to what people may believe, Karunanidhi was one of the least vindictive leaders I have seen in Tamil Nadu politics. I am not saying this with any bias. This was simply the case. Some people may call his non-vindictive style, political opportunism, but I think he understood the value of keeping his political enemies close enough so that he could make them his friends when the time came, which it often did.

As many superfluous and heartfelt tributes flood the pages of print, pixels of TV & internet, and  every footstep & decibel of stage, his critics, of whom there is no dearth, will hurl insults on his lifestyle that openly included living with two wives, one of whom, he sometimes referred to as the “mother of my daughter”. The truth though, is that not many could have had the courage and the openness with which he embraced living with two families, leave alone breaking the societal taboo associated with it all.

With a potential leadership battle awaiting to disrupt the stability of the party, Karunanidhi’s legacy alone may not be enough to anchor the political future of DMK.
Five decades of party leadership is a unique feat that no other political leader in India could claim to have achieved.

All roads end somewhere. And this is where Karunanidhi’s ends.

When the sun rises tomorrow without the last of the pillars that held Tamil Nadu upright till now, Karunanidhi’s legacy would have become that of the past.
A legacy like none other’s.

And many will continue to hear echoes of him saying என் உயிரினும் மேலான அன்பு உடன்பிறப்புக்களே.” in his unique scratchy voice.

எப்போதும் சிரித்திடும் முகம் –
எதிர்ப்புகளை எரித்திடும் நெஞ்சம்!

இளமை இளமை இதயமோ
இமயத்தின் வலிமை! வலிமை!

தமிழர் வாழும் நிலமெலாம் அவர்தம் மனையெலாம்
தன்புகழ் செதுக்கிய செல்வா – எங்கு சென்றாய்?

Loose Translation of the above lines:

An ever smiling face
A chest to withstand adversities

Young at heart
With a strength of the mightiest of the mountains

Where is that man who carved his fame in
Every household and every land inhabited by Tamilians..?
Where did you go?

(Above lines are Karunanidhi’s. Written after the death of Tamilselvan. How apt that I get to use these lines now!)

Posted in Movies - General

Here, there, and Beyond the Clouds…

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Take that chase scene in Slumdog Millionaire.  In two minutes, Danny Boyle managed to capture so many details of Mumbai slums without making them look too dramatic on screen, while being ably aided by AR Rahman’s synthetic upbeat score. Majidi on the other hand takes a visually dramatic approach in ‘Beyond the Clouds’ to a chase scene that he too shot for approximately the same length of time. Here too cops are chasing. Not young children, but two spunky adult/teenage boys.

Before you go watch ‘Beyond the Clouds’,  I am sure there is an uncomfortable parallel running in your mind. A foreign director, making a movie based out of Mumbai slums, etc. etc. The unavoidable comparison with Slumdog Millionaire even before you watch this movie. Majid Majidi, the master director who excels in making sensitive stories of kids and in weaving poverty tales through the lens of social injustices, puts you at rest within the first 5 minutes that this movie is nothing like SDM. In fact, he also convinces the movie audience who are familiar with his previous works, that even though this too is a sibling story (just like Children of Heaven), he has a completely different turf he is playing with.

Amir (Ishaan Khatter), a vibrant boy, who has grown up seeing the struggles of poverty, is a drug peddler among other things. He is not afraid of vocally seeking his place in the criminal food chain and has a heart that is vulnerable. Tara (Malavika Mohanan), his elder sister has a slightly deeper side to her. She has been abused, thrown out, and has been pushed to the darkest corners of the slum life, as a woman.

Beyond the Clouds, in simple terms, is really a story about the psychological struggle between these two siblings as they battle their own good and evil sides, their own light and dark sides, and their place in this insane society,  a society that has no structure for people at the deep end of the economic spectrum, so that they can at least accept life as it is being offered to them.

Amir, a criminal (by law) ends up outside, while he watches the mental spiraling down of his innocent sister who, as circumstance would have it, ends up in jail for a crime that she may have committed only to save herself. Tara ends up forming an unusual bond with a little boy inside the prison. While Amir ends up forming an unusual bond with the family of the man Tara attacked. The interconnectivity of how each character tries to redeem itself by latching onto the relationships that life offers and the individual victory of each character’s own good over its own evil has been beautifully portrayed through Majidi’s signature visuals all the way to the last shot of the movie – one which symbolizes the very title of the movie.

With a powerful sibling psychological story and a wonderful setting like Mumbai, Majidi had many things going for him in this movie. Yet, he may have been caught in his zest to adapt the melodrama cloud that Indian cinema is used to being hovered over by or he may have simply been pushed by his co-screenwriter to write a screenplay that is soaked with scenes that are perhaps uncharacteristically Majidi when it comes to sentimentalizing and visual choreography. Either way, I felt that Majidi may have lost out an opportunity to make a completely authentic Majidi Indian film, even though the last 30 minutes of the movie more than makes up for the rest of the movie, in terms of leaving the Majidi stamp.

The OST of the film has been playing in my car for the past 2 weeks. And yet, when the thematic musical pice of the movie – “Beyond the Clouds” played towards the end, it was so haunting when superimposed with the last frame, that my eyes were moist as I was left thinking about the happy tragedies of all these characters, now redeemed, and their acceptance of everything, here, there and beyond the clouds.

Posted in Poem, Thamizh (தமிழ்)

மகளிர் தின கிறுக்கல்

நீ நீயுமாய்
நான் நானுமாய் 
புதிரிகளைத் தீர்த்துமாய்
புரியாததைப்  பகிர்ந்துமாய்

சிரித்தும் அழுதும்
அடித்தும் அணைத்தும் 
தனித்தும் கூடியும்
தனித்துவத்தை மதித்தும்

இன்றுபோல் இல்லாத 
நாளை நோக்கி நம்பிக்கையுடன்


Posted in Kamal Haasan, Politics - General, Uncategorized

Kamal Haasan – A Changing Story

“Life is a beautiful story, your story, and the best part of that story is when it changes.”

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Kamal Haasan

And who better knows how to write good stories than Kamal Haasan?

Six months ago, if someone had asked me if I would be writing a blog post on Kamal Haasan’s politics and his political entry in February 2018, I would have not only laughed it off, but also ridiculed the person for fabricating such a scenario.

Looking back, to be specific, looking back at the past two to three years of Kamal’s life, both on screen and off screen, mostly off screen (since he hasn’t been doing much work on screen anyways), I am not surprised that we are at this transition point on February 21, 2018, the day he officially starts his political journey as a ‘practicing politician’.  As I string together the missing pages & connect the missing links, it is clear that after all, this is not such an emotional, sudden, and a path breaking transition for him. If you notice the transition now for the first time, you realize that the change has been going on for a while. Like the breaking of sunlight in the morning or boiling of water on a stove.

There have been enough hints in the past six months or so about his eventual political entry. But like many, I had chosen not to take them seriously or perhaps was blinded by my primary pinhole through which I have always been used to viewing Kamal Haasan, the influential movie star, the actor, the director, the literary connoisseur, the poet, the rationalist, the social commentator, and the passionate humanist. When it became very clear that the transition is for real, the rooted Kamal Haasan movie fan in me was very disappointed.

I was worried for the man and his eventual failure in politics.

True. I didn’t want someone I consider as a pragmatic intellectual and someone I have lot of respect for, being dragged into the kind of political dialogues and tricks that I am familiar with as the norm in Tamil Nadu. I wanted to protect the man from the operational rules of the political game and in general, how things work in Tamil Nadu politics.

Then I decided to give up on my selfish possessiveness as a fan. I didn’t quite accept the transition yet. But I was hoping that this would be more of a political commentary & social critic avatar that he would take, but in a structured way, much like the Voltaires of the world.  All the while, keeping his cinematic connections very much alive. A bit more political than a hardcore activist, but a little less bounded by the rules of the game than an electoral politician. I was fascinated by the thought of how he could pull off social vigilantism using simple tools, effecting micro changes which all could add up. I was dreaming and I even imagined a few mechanisms using which he could pull that off.

That dream bubble burst in November 2017, when it seemed very clear that he was actually serious about a more direct political route. One that involved building a party ground up and eventually contesting in elections. The exact kind of politics that I didn’t want him to get into.

Fast Forward to January, 2018.

I began to feel that may be my uncertainty around embracing Kamal Haasan’s political entry was completely uncalled for. It had become abundantly clear to me that Kamal has in fact been chalking out this path for a while. All the signs of him merging with mainstream politics were always there. But I just didn’t want to look at them. These signs were in fact all the more evident in the past two-three years or so, when I try to look at his life closely.

The man is 62 now. He has gone through a very challenging and an absolutely tragic two-three years. Separating from a partner, losing his professional mentor, losing his personal mentor & brother, surviving an almost life paralyzing injury, battling with the government politically for the release of his movie, etc.

These are enough to drain a man out or enough to make a man analyze his life.

“What have I achieved till now?”

“What is left that I want to achieve?”

“And what in it is possible to achieve in my lifetime?”

It makes complete sense to me that for a man like Kamal Haasan, someone who has never been shy of voicing his opinion on societal issues, what those questions may have meant when he asked these to himself during the past 2-3 years.

Fast Forward to February 21, 2018.

Even though I am leaning towards Kamal Haasan picking February 21, 2018 purely as a matter of convenience considering all other logistical details, knowing the kind of writer & movie maker who likes to play with metaphors and symbols, that he is, I can’t help but wonder, why choose February 21 for the launch?

February 21, 1953 –  It was on this day that Francis Crick and James Watson discovered the structure of DNA-molecule. The Watson-Crick model is the basis for understanding human genome. (They went ahead with sharing this information officially in a public manner only on Feb 28).

February 21, 1848 – It was on this day that Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels published “The Communist Manifesto” in London.

These are the two historic events that may symbolize Kamal Haasan choosing this day for his launch. Kamal being a staunch rationalist, and a strong proponent of science, there is every reason to believe that the DNA structure has a significant evolutionary symbolism as far as he forming a party & giving it a structure goes. And as for the communist manifesto, it’s quite obvious to correlate the significance.

But beyond the symbolism that the day brings, for me what is truly refreshing is to see his distinct approach to the launch of his political journey thus far. I can list many things to differentiate his approach thus far, but the one thing that has been acting as a huge inspiration and the one thing that has brought Kamal Haasan’s political journey closer to my heart, is his attempt to adopt villages and model them for future. I am sure I will have many things to say about that attempt, as that concept evolves into action.

For now, the very fact that a Tamil Nadu politician has dared himself to show results of his social consciousness and concern, without contesting in an election is reason enough for me to wish him well. Not as a fan. But as a keen political observer & as a social justice seeker.

And yes, I am no longer worried for the man and the man’s eventual failure in politics. Because I now understand that he wants to rewrite the definition of “failure” in politics. 

Posted in My Music, Poem

Pilani Slam (A Slam Poem)

So, a friend posted this poem on his FB wall and the moment I read it, I visualized it in a slam poetry format. Of course, this being about BITS PIlani, I connected with it right away.

The result is this experimental slam poem attempt.

(Soundcloud link below the lyrics)

Slam Poet: Vivek Misra
Programmed/Arranged by: Ganpy
Vocals: Ganpy

white hot yellow sands
dance, myriad mirages
green
peacocks strut
colour riots
tribes encoded saffron
pink red orange
turbaned hardened warriors
gaze from grey eyes
at grey skies
rain of life
pitter patter pitter patter
mops grey-blue
lustfilled suns heat
clouds burst
sheet the land
with water cool
life anew
smell of earth
anklets tinkle 
and muddy feet 
arouse passions…
chillums smoke
rings that dissipate
the smoker thinks
thinker smokes
camels snort, spit
spittle tourists
gaze disparaging
at minoltas clicking
the oohing the aahing
high heels
and fair skin
versus smouldering dark eyes
battle won
the mirrors reflect
on life outside
the red-orange veil…
cows the sentinels
of nighttime bus-stand
asleep standing
circling drunken
reveling boys
tested and sure
or unsure
no matter
tonight alcohol
decimates minds
while watchers watch
and smoke, their thoughts
chaotic….
a refrain floats
on chill air
and musky breath
“…a brilliant red
barchetta,….”
floats away
air guitaring
gesticulating
hop skip jumping
to samosas and tea
“aah …giri!,
goldflake! thanda! moda!…
chai!…”
5 am high….

Posted in Pictures, Poem, Thamizh (தமிழ்)

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