Monday, 20 March 2017

Lion-The Movie review



What happens to your life when God pushes you back to the darkest corner of the wall?


What happens when you are lost, helpless, broken and don’t have any idea about when the situation will change, or even the faintest assurance that the things will at all change.


What happens when you know that the people you love the most, your family, is going through the same amount of pain as you, and you can do nothing about it, absolutely nothing. For twenty-five years.


Life then becomes an unending pain. A vacuum of existing in the present and living in the past. And ultimately an elongated search, for the real self within.



It is this desperateness, Lion, the movie, will pull you all into.


The story of Saroo Brierley.
A tale of immense human courage, of how a little boy faced unimaginable difficulties and survived through,with admirable poise and a mature calmness way beyond his years.


Little Sunny Pawar aka Saroo, rules your heart from Shot one. You smile,when he beams back love at his proud protective elder brother. You laugh at his little mischiefs,when he is able to behave like a child in the few truly happy moments of his life. You are then on the edges of your seat when he’s about to fall into traps, and you sigh with relief when he assures us, time and again, that he’s smart enough, to manage on his own,without anyone's help.Thank you very much.


Your heart goes out to him when he keeps searching for his brother and mother in a strange crowd. He matter-of-factly states to all that he needs to see his mother. But when he understands,that it is no more possible, he accepts, with an admirabe composure and moves on.Perhaps it was because of this attitude, that even God stopped testing the little boy and gave him what he deserved at last. Love.




It is difficult to hold the attention of the audience when the story is known to all. But the adept direction of Garth Davis hooks you from the word Go.

What is more amazing here that since we know that the characters are all true,somehow it is that realization which makes us go through a plethora of emotions.

We gasp with shock at the unexpectedness of how real people turn out to be, in this cruel, blood-sucking world. So much so that you start suspecting even that second glance from a stranger, be it a friendly man or a motherly woman. Because you know, that everybody out here is at a war of their own, struggling and fighting, to exist, and if lucky, rise above. Be it at the mine site breaking stones, or stealing coals and risking your life for a packet full of milk for your little brother. Be it a child trafficker selling her body and soul to a pimp or a policeman who supplies helpless children to powerful men. Everyone is fighting their invisible wars and hoping to win.


But the ultimate war here is the war within. Brilliant actors Dev Patel and Nicole Kidman portray the tussles inside of the adopted mother n child with such grandeur that I hear quite a many sniffs in the audience throughout the screening. Our favorite Deepti Naval, in a little cameo, shines in a silent moment of just expressions, when Saroo for the last time, asks for his mother.


The first half of the movie rests on the little shoulders of Sunny Pawar, who comes across as a real discovery.I sincerely wish to see more of him, not just as a child actor, but as a strong ‘character’. Because he certainly has, the ability.


The Cinematography by Greig Fraser is sheer painting. Right from the first dissolves, of the scenic Australia to the powdery plains of Khandwa, the deeply emotional story of Lion has a very passionate camera following it throughout. Thank God for that. A tumultuous train journey captured with brilliant use of camera and picture perfect frames using just natural light need special mentions.


Outstanding editing work by Alexandre de Franceschi, bring alive the childhood of Saroo when he finally meets his mother after twenty five years of separation. And as happens always in our real 'worldly' life, nothing did remain the same ,other than a mother's love and a few cherished memories.





Go and watch Lion, if you haven't already. You will learn a thing or two about the rules of life. The turmoils and tests we all must go through, to survive with our heads held high. The 'hearty' use of our intelligent minds, which is needed for all, to make quick decisions and escape pitfalls.And the grace we all must show, at all times, before accepting, that whatever happens, always does happen, for only the best.

Thursday, 2 March 2017

Morning Memories

A tiny arrow of light 
shoots straight into my dark curtained room,
up to my bed, on my face .
The bathroom is lit. My Grandma is up.

Awake.Silent.Dazed. I lie there still and trace her movements.
Through the guarded sounds
and tell-tale smells.

A tinkle of bangles
A muffled whisper, of morning chanting
A wisp of watery fragrance
fills the air.

Her jasmine scented oil leaves a trail
as she hobbles back
to her room after the bath.

Click.
The opening of the door to the balcony.

A minute later, she glides back,
with a burning incense stick in her hand,
she enters the kitchen.

Sometime later, 
there'll be an aroma of sweetened milk tea in the whole house.
The radio will be switched on and the volume will be increased,
just a little careful bit.

Few seconds of pause
and then a cool moist palm
will be placed on my forehead.

I close my eyes, pull up my covers
and wait.


Tuesday, 28 February 2017

Unsaid



Adil and Ayesha 


had had an arranged marriage last week.


Now on their honeymoon in a hill station, 

they tried to fall in love. 


They spoke They confessed and They laughed about it all. 






However on their last night, 


Ayesha looked furious. 






"I gave you every chance Adil, to come clean.


I was ready to forgive, if only once you'd have stopped deceiving me. 


But you didn't."






Seeing his shocked face she explained,






'" Last winter, that night in Delhi, 


you were there with your friends 


trying to grab that poor beggar girl 


off the street. "






Adil's eyes had widened in bewilderment.






She continued,






"True, you had tried to stop them. 


But when they ignored, you didn't leave.


Instead, you chose to remain there and look. "






A pregnant pause.






No words came out of his mouth. 


A question, bulging in his throat, unable to come out.






How?!??!!










She spoke again,






"It was me driving the jeep that night Adil.


The jeep,


which kept coming back to you guys, 


until it chased all of you away. "


















She had packed her bags already. 


Before leaving, Ayesha turned back one last time,










"The only question which keeps haunting me now is...


had I not been there that night, 


you too, 


would have devoured the girl, 


isn't it ? ".

Monday, 27 February 2017

Rangoon-Review


Wish characters could write their own ends. Wish the actors playing them could rescue them from this helplessness.
A fiery little ‘banjaaran’ is bought off a street performance by a visionary businessman. He then tames this ‘wildness’ into a feisty and fashionable Miss Julia. But for obvious reasons, he is unable to tame her heart, which is still lost in the wilderness it had come from.
Rangoon the movie, promises from the very beginning, to be made to appreciate Kangana, the ‘queen’. It is she, in a welcome change, who gets a royal ‘introduction’ into the story and she accepts it with aplomb.
Because here is a performance which overshadows everything, the other performances, the confusing storyline, the gigantic sets, the excellent cinematography and of course, the soulful music. Because, when Miss Julia enters, you look at only her and when she exits, you wait, only for her.
Cheers to both the male leads, a painfully restrained Shahid Kapoor and an equally, if not more controlled Saif Ali Khan, who gracefully accept the reign of the ‘queen’ over the entire film.  The brilliant actors that they are, they have shown bravery in accepting itself, the roles of characters who are nothing but providers of plot points to a scattered story to which the heroine acts and reacts. So it is a welcome change indeed to see the heroine ride into the den of enemies and save her prince charming, the heroine to make the first move in her own love story and the heroine again to playfully defeat an exceptional soldier in swording. If only the climax too could keep the queen’s flag flying high.
Good songs, poetic visuals and excellent dialogues. We only wish the script had focused on one story in completion instead of getting scattered into so many snippets of different ideologies.
Rangoon should be watched, for all these positives and of course, for the queen onscreen, Kangana Ranaut.



Sunday, 19 February 2017

U & I

I had'nt seen you yet
But I spoke up
About you
To them
For you


They had'nt seen you too
But even they chose to speak
About you
To the doctor
Against 'us'


But then, as you see
We both lived

One day I'll tell you how...

Till then, it's this tiny you and this new me,
Two powerful women,
in their making...

Thirsty

Whenever I see you,

Directly,hurriedly 
sipping from those plastic bottles kept on the table?

I miss
those long relieved sighs, you used to let out

in those hot summer afternoons,
when you took time,
to sip from me instead,

your much-used, now-forgotten,
glass.

Wednesday, 15 February 2017

Nocturnal

When the bright and shining day boiled down to a deep darkened night,
Its remains were burnt, charred and way beyond recognition.

But it was clinging on, I saw, to my amazed chagrin, 
Stiffly, strongly, it held on, to the sticky sides of the non-stick pot I was boiling it in.


The pot of time... on the fire of life. 
I...her unending 'worries'...I...her 'nightmares'....I...'the summation of all her negative thoughts in the day'
was cooking up her heart, her mind, her very well being...

A war you want?
A war you'll get woman!


Undeterred, I lower the lively flame, pour some icy calm water and stir with all my might , to ‘linger on’ the matter cooking inside.

But it hisses back at me, this time with a bigger flame, and puts the pot itself on fire!

Hah!


Red and yellow, 
Orange and white, 
The fiery flickers leapt angrily at me
and my burning blistering body.
Scalding heat pierced through my veins 
and entered my wide open eyes
open with shock
open with rage
anger at being fought back!


A fire had broken, all around, me and the pot
A fire so bright that I shut my eyes


She had given a good fight

I had to give in
Weakened, crushed and defeated,
I awaited my death.


A hushed silence


Darkness....blackness all about


Long relaxed breathes....the sounds of victory


The woman has won...

The woman, has fallen asleep....




But die I have not
I...her the unending 'worries'...I...her 'nightmares'....I...'the summation of all her negative thoughts in the day'

Gnawing at the remains of her miseries, 
I have life left still



Slowly, silently, before I know, 
I again feel the change...


The skimpy, clingy, blackened night, 
had been changing 'colors'

and now
it has metamorphosed
as if by magic

 into a blindingly golden day.

Magic indeed, it is.
The magic of a willful wishful mind.



I crouch behind,
Behind the dazed mind
Beside a little lazy thought.

I am small and feeble
downsized by the fight of last night


But I wait ...
for fresh worries, unknown doubts, new negativities
to enter her system
once again
throughout this ever-potent day

Till I strike back afresh

To lighten the fire anew 
Later tonight and the next night and again the next
to put the pot right back on

And cook, and stir, and fry!

...All her insides...