Suna hai Irrfan "Kai Chaand the sare aasmaan" par film banane waale the. Ab ise kehte hain dohra gham.
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Matlab aap Registaan dekhte,
Kashmir Dekhte,
Rampur-Bareilly Dekhte,
Delhi dekhte,
Kishangarh ki Radha dekhte,
Bani thani dekhte,
Thugee dekhte,
thand se maut dekhte,
Meer dekhte,
fan dekhte, fankaar/kaarigar dekhte
Daagh Dekhte, Mushhafi dekhte
Wazir Khanam dekhte...
aur usmein Irrfan dekhte...
na jaane kya kya dekhte...! Magar ab...
Hai kisi ke jigar mein lahu?
Revisiting Moments
Friday, 1 May 2020
Wednesday, 22 April 2020
Portrait of a lady on Fire Review
A TREASURE CALLED “PORTRAIT OF A LADY ON FIRE”
(This article of mine is also published here
https://thenewleam.com/2020/04/a-memorable-film-portrait-of-a-lady-on-fire-and-its-ability-to-paint-an-enigmatic-picture-of-love/ )
The French film “Portrait of a Lady on Fire”, released initially in 2019 and in India in 2020 is undoubtedly one of its kinds and such films are made once in half a century. No, this is not exaggeration. The film is a painting in itself. Choose any scene, any angle and any spot in the film and it appears as a painting.
Directed and written by Celine Sciamma, the film is set in eighteenth century France. Calling it just a queer romance would be doing injustice to this film. It cannot be compartmentalised. It is simply love, romantic love between two people, an artist and her muse and then two women. The romance is gradual when the subject starts speaking for itself, when the subject starts unveiling the suffocation of aristocratic confinement. After all “equality is a pleasant feeling”. This seems to be the purest form of love. In later part of the film, we see a different-free, spirited version of the three young girls, all coming from different social classes, when left back in the mansion by the matriarch.
We have two Protagonists here- Heloise (Adele Haenel) and Marianne (Noemie Merlant). The name ‘Heloise’ itself is chosen intentionally and with care, I believe. Heloise was a 12th century French nun, feminist writer and scholar who was of the opinion that marriage is a contractual prostitution. On the other hand, she loved Peter Abelard. She wrote that she preferred love to marriage and that of freedom to bond. This opinion of Heloise, who is a remarkable figure in history for development of feminist representation, is an important reading for this film because the writer of the film chose this name for the protagonist Heloise, who was raised in a convent, now at home and is against the idea of marriage. That’s why she denied posing for a portrait of hers. She refused to pose for a previous painter who was appointed by her mother. Her mother wanted her portrait to be sent to a prospective Milanese suitor and if it is approved by him, Heloise and the Milanese man get married.
Rousseau’s epistolary novel “Julie, ou la nouvelle Heloise” (Julie, the new Heloise), on the romance of Julie (read Heloise) was published in 1761 and had a remarkable influence on the readers, especially women. However, it was a banned book in parts of Europe then. It depicts the story of women’s friendships on one hand and the story of a wifely virtue on the other and the tensions in between. When the film progresses, we see there are glimpses of metaphysical exigency for resistance to passion. Heloise, after an intimate encounter with Marianne, realizes that the time has come to part, and says that she regrets. To this, Marianne replies, “Do not regret. Remember.” It is here again that the audience is left to imagination as to whether Marianne plays the character of St. Preux- the young lover of Julie (the new Heloise) or that of Claire- the cousin or the fluidity between the two.
Marion Meade’s historical novel “Stealing Heaven” too deals with the story of Heloise and Abelard, the 12th century historical figures. The uncle is replaced by the mother in this film. Marianne (the painter) takes the place of Abelard. Then, there is a maid in the film who can be equated with the peasant girl mentioned in the historical novel.
Going back a little further, the film is one of the best representations of the Orpheus and Eurydice myth. The only difference is that Orpheus is a woman here. She is a painter and painters or any artist for that matter, I believe, have no gender. Now, it’s up to the audience if they want to see her as a man or a woman or a Trans.
One interesting observation is when Hymen, in the myth mentioned above, is called to bless the marriage between Orpheus and Eurydice; Hymen predicted that their perfection would not last long. One aspect of ‘perfection’ in a marriage is universally conceived to be the birth of offspring and Marianne, being a woman, would not have been able to impregnate Heloise. Hence, the choice of two women in the film is justified. Hymen, being a tissue which is a part of a women’s vagina can be read as a metaphor that two women’s romance with each other back in eighteenth century was unacceptable to the society as the presence of Hymen in both of them restricts ‘perfection’. This justifies the role of Marianne as a woman in the film. Only her presence in the film in place of Orpheus offers us the representation of the whole mythical narrative in a female point of view.
For reasons more than one, this film is about love between two people and not only about queer romance. However, I must admit that it represents one of the best forms of queer love. In one of the scenes, it plays with the audience’s imagination when it shows Heloise rubbing the armpit of Marianne with a green paste on her fingers. Novelist Balzac too says through his narrator that the strongest emotion known is that of a woman for a woman. This reminds me of 18th century Indian poet, Jurrat’s words, which reads,
“Aisi lazzat kahan hai mardon mein,
jaisi lazzat du-guna chapti mein.”
(Where is the pleasure in men, compared to pleasure in chapti).
Susan Bordo opines that in a visual medium, it is important how women look at their bodies and how the director uses it, how the narrative uses it and how the women themselves use it. The will controlling the body or the violation of it through seduction, either reinforce a convention or produce a counter discourse.
The film starts with Marianne posing for her students and discussing the conventions on painting. The story goes in flashback when a student of hers takes out a portrait-the portrait of a young girl on fire, from her stock.
Marianne is appointed by Heloise’s mother to paint her without her knowledge. It is only when they start enjoying each other’s company, Marianne decides to tell her the truth and show her the painting she made. On seeing her portrait, Heloise asks, “Is that how you see me?” To which Marianne answers that there are rules, conventions and ideas that paint along me. The painter is shattered when encountered with the question if there is no life and no presence. This brings to my mind the lines of Indian poet Shahryar,
“Dil hai to dhadakne ka bahana koi dhoonde,
patthar ki tarah be-his o bejaan sa kyun hai”
(When there is a heart, it should find a reason to beat; why is it insensitive and lifeless like a stone).
It is here that Marianne understands that the subject breathes. She destroys the face of the painting. She again starts when Heloise agrees to pose for her. It is then that the portrait was made together by the painter and its subject. The subject is no longer objectified.
The fire in Heloise is visible to Marianne in several scenes. This
fire is a part of Heloise’s stoic personality, which later unravels when we go further deep into the film.
Then there is a whole debate on why women in France were not allowed to paint males and that women were discouraged to paint altogether to prevent them from great art. The whole structure was patriarchal back in the eighteenth century. In the later part of the movie, Marianne is shown showcasing her work in her father’s name. Another scene that needs mention is when Sophie, goes with the other two young girls to get her an abortion; she is asked to lie on the bed. On this bed lies a baby whose fingers she holds when her own foetus is being removed. How beautifully it depicts that women tend to hold things that they are trying to get rid of because of the patriarchal structure of society. It can have an alternate reading in the sense that the nature of a mother is holding the baby’s hands, however, the constraining culture of the society would not allow an unmarried girl to give birth and to have the pleasure of motherhood by herself. Also, it is debatable who the father is, what class he belongs to and why Sophie does not want the child. In yet another scene, we get to know that Heloise’s sister supposedly committed suicide because she did not want to marry. Heloise too did not want to marry a man. But she did. She had to. It is again one of the best portrayals of tension and power inherent in domestic lives of women.
The three women in the film [actually it should have been young girls. I write ‘women’ because the English title of the film mentions the word ‘lady’. However, in French, the title of the film says ‘young girl’] -Heloise, Marianne and Sophie discuss Ovid’s version of the myth and debated as to why Orpheus turned back when he knew that she will be drawn back to the kingdom of Hades, to the underworld. Sophie finds no reason for Orpheus’ turning back. Marianne believes that Orpheus made a choice. He chooses the memory of her and that’s why he turns. She added, “He does not make the lover’s choice but of the poet’s”. Heloise is of the opinion that it was Eurydice who was impatient to see him and asked him to turn back.
The director, Sciamma, in an interview herself said “It’s how we feel when we fall in love-we patiently hope that it’s mutual, that it’s building patiently. But inside, we are so impatient.” She was definitely pointing out Heloise’s stand on the myth.
Marianne, a number of times, sees a reflection of Heloise wearing a wedding dress, coming out from the dark and then disappearing in the dark. This is the best representation of Eurydice taken back to the world of darkness. This can also be read in the sense that beyond a certain point, there will remain nothing. What remain after all the memories, over time, is a void. What colour is a void comprised of? We must not forget that Marianne is a painter and she has her own version of void, her own colour for void. Marianne is an artist and how she coped with the separation of Heloise is different from Heloise’s experience in that that the artist chose a path of silence. This is clear from the climax scene where while attending an orchestra, Heloise cries uncontrollably in Marianne’s remembrance, while Marianne just looks upon Heloise with that breath stopping melancholic gaze, that gaze that sees pining for her in her lover’s eyes.
Marianne tells the story out of her memory, hence she sees her in the wedding dress in flashbacks which Heloise wore that dress in the later part of the film when Marianne was leaving and she asked her to turn back.
Unlike any of India’s eternal love stories like Heer-Ranjha, Laila-Majnu (it is believed that their graves are in Rajasthan, India), Radha/Meera- Krishna, that talks of mystical love, Sufi love and the love where two become one, the love that is single-minded passion which culminates in union and that union comes either with death or with mysticism; Portrait of a Lady on Fire is more like two people in love and longing. Heloise and Marianne are two, not one. They understand each other. They remember. They have memories to live upon. They pine. And the hardest part is that they keep on living. Heloise, even after she becomes the mother of a girl, somehow manages to reach Marianne’s imagination through a code. She knew that Marianne being a painter would visit the art gallery someday. Both kept the fire of their love burning. This reminds me of Frida Kahlo’s painting Roots which simultaneously portrays a sense of personal growth and being trapped in a particular time and space.
The scene that needs special mention is when the three young girls went to the hill by the sea side and arrive at a bonfire. The women who appeared to be peasant women already present there, after a while started singing, “fugere non possum” which Sciamma herself wrote in Latin which means I cannot fly, I cannot escape. She, in an interview, said that this is an adaptation of a sentence by Nietzsche, who tries to say that the higher we soar, the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.
Heloise realises that she would not be able to fly, to flee with Marianne. Hence, her tears were of mixed emotion- of realising that she loves Marianne deeply and that now Marianne understands it and loves her back; and that it would not last long, not in physical form at least. And, we experience aspects of nihilism here. The heightened tone of music that starts one minute after the song starts playing captures the depth of the moment, of the emotions. This tone gives us the hint of melancholy. It is impossible that one can escape the mood of this music. Both Marianne and Heloise were burning with desire inside and the director aptly captures it with the metaphor of Heloise’s dress catching fire from the bonfire.
To me, in one sentence, the film depicts Frida Kahlo’s painting Self-Portrait with Thorn Necklace and Hummingbird.
I might go on and on about Portrait of a Lady on Fire, but like in the film, Heloise asks Marianne as to how one gets to know that the painting is completed and Marianne replies, “At one point, we stop”.
Saturday, 28 December 2019
Happi film review
The film by Pankaj Kapur is a masterpiece and is a perfect homage (if it is) to Charlie Chaplin. it can truly be understood by people who realize the essence of Bombay over Mumbai, hand-written letters over mails, old classics over the loud remixes, black and white over the colour.
The film portrays a character named Happi, who reminds us the value of smile. He reminds us that there is a soul beyond the body. He is a simple, down to earth man who used to sing at Cafe Bombay and now tries to 'fit in' Club Mumbai(as the Cafe Bombay changes its structure and becomes a much larger Club Mumbai). People like Happi exist but we need to seek them in their raw and original form otherwise we will lose them forever. This film will make you think and rethink and rethink...of the times we are living in.
Undoubtedly 5 stars !
The film portrays a character named Happi, who reminds us the value of smile. He reminds us that there is a soul beyond the body. He is a simple, down to earth man who used to sing at Cafe Bombay and now tries to 'fit in' Club Mumbai(as the Cafe Bombay changes its structure and becomes a much larger Club Mumbai). People like Happi exist but we need to seek them in their raw and original form otherwise we will lose them forever. This film will make you think and rethink and rethink...of the times we are living in.
Undoubtedly 5 stars !
Sunday, 19 May 2019
JNU STUDENT SUICIDE
A student named Rishi Joshua Thomas, of JNU from Centre for English language commits suicide by hanging himself in the Library’s reading room in the basement. It is already morning and I am not able to sleep. In no time he will be a ‘case’ for most of us, who are not related to him directly. We will forget his name. His case will of course be discussed while teaching and studying Durkheim’s ‘Suicide’ and it should be. His suicide ‘mail’ says, “He wanted to experience the physical state of death.” He also added his wish that his parents should be taken care of. Everyone knows that one is going to die anyway one day and will taste death. Why was he in such a hurry? Why did he not talk to anyone about this? If he can mail someone, he could have discussed with the same person as to what is bothering him. It is also learnt that he was already undergoing some kind of treatment. To me, it appears to be a case of anomic fatalistic suicide. JNU has this tendency to attract such suicides where one comes from an overly regulated society, suddenly finds so much of freedom and does not know how to deal with it.
Less than 2 years back, another PhD scholar, Ghanshyam died (He did not commit ‘physical’ suicide though). The news of his death shook me. I don’t know any of these students personally. But I had seen Ghanshyam a number of times. Ghanshyam was mentally disturbed and would discuss things with people around and was laughed at too behind his back. Later, in 2016 or may be a year before, he had ‘visible’ signs of mental illness. He would stand at a corner of 24*7, and speak continuously for hours. His clothes torn, making parts of his private parts visible; his hair unevenly grown; he looked like some beggar at a traffic light who had no family. When I saw him speaking non-stop on political issues and current affairs, it was a ‘normal’ affair for people sitting at the dhaba. I was shocked because it was the first time I saw him like that. That people thought it too be a normal affair shook me further. How has the institution alienated him? Later, I saw him a number of times. Students and teachers might be buying him food at times. Was it enough? How far should studies in a particular mode be taken seriously? When will we learn that there is a difference between learning and being a graduate? What is wrong if ‘de-schooling’ society is as normal as the present mode of education?
One of my acquaintances told me way back in 2013, “this fellow is a depressed soul. He talks nonsense most of the times.” I wanted to know what exactly he says. To this I was informed that he says that no girl talks to him. And even his parents are not getting him married because they think that marriage comes after studies. He should first become an IAS, stand on his legs and then think of marriage. Basically, he was tensed with the social norms around him.” There were many stories related to Ghanshyam and everyone residing in Brahmaputra hostel then had something to say about him.
Ghanshyam belonged to the institution. JNU administration should have taken steps to send him for treatment. Some students did think of it and they expressed it on the social media but I guess it was too late. Ghanshyam did not deserve to die in such unhygienic conditions-unhygienic both socially and psychologically. JNU is not all about peacocks, the neelgai (antelope), the trees and the rocks; it also has long, silent, chilly winter nights, which one might find depressing. Students from coastal areas generally find the winters difficult. It is good to talk of freedom and it is the need of the hour too. JNU has a long history of tolerance and of freedom of speech and expression irrespective of caste, class, gender, religion and region; but it is equally a ‘cultural shock’ for many. Students who come from rural areas, remote places, and small towns generally find it difficult to adapt to such a ‘free’ environment. Joining of political parties at campus and getting oneself engaged in its activities might work as an 'opium' for the new comers. I am, however, concerned about those who are highly ambitious or are competing for some civil services exams and do not engage in any other activities except studies. Most of the students are from patriarchal homes and women are seen as commodities.
This reminds me of another ‘case’ of 2013 where a student from School of Languages (Korean centre) killed himself before attempting to kill his allegedly ex-girlfriend. This girl was in the hospital for 8 long months. Imagine her psychological condition! This was probably a case of obsession and possession. To my surprise, many students, mostly male, supported his act by describing his ‘state’ or ‘condition’ as just. This again makes us to ponder over the question of freedom. Do we just ‘talk’ about the values of freedom or we really understand it and inculcate it in our lives. To me, it seems we are double-faced.
After this horrific incident, a committee set by Professor Nivedita Menon and team to discuss issues like this. I attended the meeting which took place in the convention centre. There, a scholar from German studies raised the problem of eve-teasing in the name of festival like Holi where male students would apply/throw colours on every girl without their permission. Tapti hostel was known for good reasons but was infamous for such act taking place every year. What happened to the committee after 2014? Most of the students do not even know that such a committee existed/exists.
Students’ issues with their supervisors needs a special mention here and is equally disturbing. By now everyone knows of that infamous professor from School of Life sciences. While at Yamuna Hostel, I would hear stories at the breakfast table, from a number of scholars from the natural sciences departments. Everyone would speak of molestation in one way or the other by the said professor. When I asked them as to why they are not complaining, they answered that they do not want to quit studies. When I again posed a question, “Are studies more important than self-respect?”, some of them said “Yes, because I send my scholarship money to my parents. I am their only hope”, “my career will be at stake as he is the one who knows people in other universities and his recommendation matters, “and it is difficult to change a supervisor at this point of time.” It is important to note here that most of the scholars in the natural sciences departments work nearly the whole night in their respective laboratories, come back to hostel, rest for a few hours and then again go back to the labs.
There are ‘n’ number of instances of molestation, some physical, some mental and even some economical by the supervisors of different departments.
In 2017, a Ph.D scholar from JNU named J. Muthukrishnan who hailed from Tamil Nadu, committed suicide, but not at the campus. He was particularly disturbed by the inequality by the administration in the admission process and the viva-voce. He said, “When equality is denied, everything is denied.” It is to be noted here that he belonged to the ‘Dalit’ community. This seems to be a case of institutional murder as was the case of Hyderabad Student Rohit Vemula.
How we can forget the case of Najeeb’s dissaperance or ‘kidnapping’ from the JNU’s Mahi- Mandavi hostel. Najeeb, who went missing under suspicious circumstances, since 15th October, 2016, is still not found even though it became a national issue. What did the ABVP goons do to him? Neither was the administration interested in the inquiry of this handful of goons nor was it interested in finding the whereabouts of Najeeb by taking the charge of lodging an F.I.R.
I submitted my thesis in 2016 and successfully defended it in 2017. I have not got my degree yet even after 2 years. What is making the Vice-Chancellor to not sign a degree for two years? The degree is ready but it lies in the administration office, unsigned. The VC did not pay heed to my many tweets regarding my degree. I went to the office several times but no one answered. It costs me time, money and energy to go to JNU from my hometown just to inquire about a degree. Earlier, before 2014, the degrees would reach the scholar’s address through post. Later I was assured that I will get it in seven days and it is already 3 months now. For me, it was like a situation, “Give my hard-earned Ph.D degree or I die”. Each time, the office administration would make me sit in the office for 5 hours or so with my infant with me. In these 5 hours, I witnessed several other cases like PhD thesis of some scholar from Tamil Nadu went missing twice from the department and the administration turned deaf ears to his repeated complaints over 4 years. Look at his patience. Yet another student’s M.Phil degree was lying at the desk of the administration, and the assistant registrar did not even let his take a snap shot of the degree. He was supposed to apply for some teaching post. He left from the office empty-handed and with no assurance. The JNU’s infamous revised admission process and reduction of seats is well known and is criticized from all quarters.
JNU has great teachers indeed and a great environment too for most of the people. At least this one says after a span of 7 to 10 years in this institution. But what is about the rest? JNU is undoubtedly a utopia. It is often called a lonely planet. It is very much different from the world outside. What we learn here may grow us personally but it eventually becomes useless while we deal with people at large. This again causes loneliness because one does not find a single person like oneself. One finds oneself alienated from the society outside. Alikes may be found in Delhi as Delhi accommodates everyone and that JNU is located in Delhi, or left-oriented states like West Bengal or Kerala because of the dominant left-ideology of JNU itself.
Has all this to do with the political scenario of the country after the 2014 general elections? JNU has so many questions to answer, not just the administration but the JNU community as a whole.
Less than 2 years back, another PhD scholar, Ghanshyam died (He did not commit ‘physical’ suicide though). The news of his death shook me. I don’t know any of these students personally. But I had seen Ghanshyam a number of times. Ghanshyam was mentally disturbed and would discuss things with people around and was laughed at too behind his back. Later, in 2016 or may be a year before, he had ‘visible’ signs of mental illness. He would stand at a corner of 24*7, and speak continuously for hours. His clothes torn, making parts of his private parts visible; his hair unevenly grown; he looked like some beggar at a traffic light who had no family. When I saw him speaking non-stop on political issues and current affairs, it was a ‘normal’ affair for people sitting at the dhaba. I was shocked because it was the first time I saw him like that. That people thought it too be a normal affair shook me further. How has the institution alienated him? Later, I saw him a number of times. Students and teachers might be buying him food at times. Was it enough? How far should studies in a particular mode be taken seriously? When will we learn that there is a difference between learning and being a graduate? What is wrong if ‘de-schooling’ society is as normal as the present mode of education?
One of my acquaintances told me way back in 2013, “this fellow is a depressed soul. He talks nonsense most of the times.” I wanted to know what exactly he says. To this I was informed that he says that no girl talks to him. And even his parents are not getting him married because they think that marriage comes after studies. He should first become an IAS, stand on his legs and then think of marriage. Basically, he was tensed with the social norms around him.” There were many stories related to Ghanshyam and everyone residing in Brahmaputra hostel then had something to say about him.
Ghanshyam belonged to the institution. JNU administration should have taken steps to send him for treatment. Some students did think of it and they expressed it on the social media but I guess it was too late. Ghanshyam did not deserve to die in such unhygienic conditions-unhygienic both socially and psychologically. JNU is not all about peacocks, the neelgai (antelope), the trees and the rocks; it also has long, silent, chilly winter nights, which one might find depressing. Students from coastal areas generally find the winters difficult. It is good to talk of freedom and it is the need of the hour too. JNU has a long history of tolerance and of freedom of speech and expression irrespective of caste, class, gender, religion and region; but it is equally a ‘cultural shock’ for many. Students who come from rural areas, remote places, and small towns generally find it difficult to adapt to such a ‘free’ environment. Joining of political parties at campus and getting oneself engaged in its activities might work as an 'opium' for the new comers. I am, however, concerned about those who are highly ambitious or are competing for some civil services exams and do not engage in any other activities except studies. Most of the students are from patriarchal homes and women are seen as commodities.
This reminds me of another ‘case’ of 2013 where a student from School of Languages (Korean centre) killed himself before attempting to kill his allegedly ex-girlfriend. This girl was in the hospital for 8 long months. Imagine her psychological condition! This was probably a case of obsession and possession. To my surprise, many students, mostly male, supported his act by describing his ‘state’ or ‘condition’ as just. This again makes us to ponder over the question of freedom. Do we just ‘talk’ about the values of freedom or we really understand it and inculcate it in our lives. To me, it seems we are double-faced.
After this horrific incident, a committee set by Professor Nivedita Menon and team to discuss issues like this. I attended the meeting which took place in the convention centre. There, a scholar from German studies raised the problem of eve-teasing in the name of festival like Holi where male students would apply/throw colours on every girl without their permission. Tapti hostel was known for good reasons but was infamous for such act taking place every year. What happened to the committee after 2014? Most of the students do not even know that such a committee existed/exists.
Students’ issues with their supervisors needs a special mention here and is equally disturbing. By now everyone knows of that infamous professor from School of Life sciences. While at Yamuna Hostel, I would hear stories at the breakfast table, from a number of scholars from the natural sciences departments. Everyone would speak of molestation in one way or the other by the said professor. When I asked them as to why they are not complaining, they answered that they do not want to quit studies. When I again posed a question, “Are studies more important than self-respect?”, some of them said “Yes, because I send my scholarship money to my parents. I am their only hope”, “my career will be at stake as he is the one who knows people in other universities and his recommendation matters, “and it is difficult to change a supervisor at this point of time.” It is important to note here that most of the scholars in the natural sciences departments work nearly the whole night in their respective laboratories, come back to hostel, rest for a few hours and then again go back to the labs.
There are ‘n’ number of instances of molestation, some physical, some mental and even some economical by the supervisors of different departments.
In 2017, a Ph.D scholar from JNU named J. Muthukrishnan who hailed from Tamil Nadu, committed suicide, but not at the campus. He was particularly disturbed by the inequality by the administration in the admission process and the viva-voce. He said, “When equality is denied, everything is denied.” It is to be noted here that he belonged to the ‘Dalit’ community. This seems to be a case of institutional murder as was the case of Hyderabad Student Rohit Vemula.
How we can forget the case of Najeeb’s dissaperance or ‘kidnapping’ from the JNU’s Mahi- Mandavi hostel. Najeeb, who went missing under suspicious circumstances, since 15th October, 2016, is still not found even though it became a national issue. What did the ABVP goons do to him? Neither was the administration interested in the inquiry of this handful of goons nor was it interested in finding the whereabouts of Najeeb by taking the charge of lodging an F.I.R.
I submitted my thesis in 2016 and successfully defended it in 2017. I have not got my degree yet even after 2 years. What is making the Vice-Chancellor to not sign a degree for two years? The degree is ready but it lies in the administration office, unsigned. The VC did not pay heed to my many tweets regarding my degree. I went to the office several times but no one answered. It costs me time, money and energy to go to JNU from my hometown just to inquire about a degree. Earlier, before 2014, the degrees would reach the scholar’s address through post. Later I was assured that I will get it in seven days and it is already 3 months now. For me, it was like a situation, “Give my hard-earned Ph.D degree or I die”. Each time, the office administration would make me sit in the office for 5 hours or so with my infant with me. In these 5 hours, I witnessed several other cases like PhD thesis of some scholar from Tamil Nadu went missing twice from the department and the administration turned deaf ears to his repeated complaints over 4 years. Look at his patience. Yet another student’s M.Phil degree was lying at the desk of the administration, and the assistant registrar did not even let his take a snap shot of the degree. He was supposed to apply for some teaching post. He left from the office empty-handed and with no assurance. The JNU’s infamous revised admission process and reduction of seats is well known and is criticized from all quarters.
JNU has great teachers indeed and a great environment too for most of the people. At least this one says after a span of 7 to 10 years in this institution. But what is about the rest? JNU is undoubtedly a utopia. It is often called a lonely planet. It is very much different from the world outside. What we learn here may grow us personally but it eventually becomes useless while we deal with people at large. This again causes loneliness because one does not find a single person like oneself. One finds oneself alienated from the society outside. Alikes may be found in Delhi as Delhi accommodates everyone and that JNU is located in Delhi, or left-oriented states like West Bengal or Kerala because of the dominant left-ideology of JNU itself.
Has all this to do with the political scenario of the country after the 2014 general elections? JNU has so many questions to answer, not just the administration but the JNU community as a whole.
Tuesday, 16 April 2019
Time to unlearn certain folkways !
Indians, irrespective of their caste, religion, sex or gender, whether rural or urban have a culture of showing respect to elders by addressing every Tom, Dick or Harry as aunty or uncle. If somebody is married and dons a saree, she is an aunty. Then of course, the middle-aged women with kids are aunties. And men, if they look aged or are having kids, they are referred to as uncles. In addition, the plumber, sweeper, shopkeeper, barber, every man in the neighbourhood is either an uncle or a bhaiya (brother) and their counterparts are aunties or didis (sisters). Showing respect is good. But one cannot show respect just like that. I am coming to a more serious issue here.
Generations after generations, we teach our children the same folkways of addressing everyone as aunty, uncle, bhaiya and didi. Nuclear family is a norm these days. Now, in some cases, the children do not even know their consanguineal kins, forget about the affinal kinship relations. They might get confused as to how come everyone is an uncle or a bhaiya. And if they are not confused, it is even worse. They trust them to be well-wishers and their own. It is time, however, to unlearn these folkways.
The NCRB report (2017) says that 95 % rape victims in India are known to the offenders. Internet is full of various reports and studies on Child Sex Abuse where the offenders are mostly either family members or acquaintances. We know where we stand in our education system. There is no sex education. Pornographic films, literature, etc are easily available on internet. There are juvenile delinquents who still need to be potty-trained but are actually out for such heinous crimes. We have the Nirbhaya case, for instance where one of the offenders was a minor. And, children are easy prey.
It will take time to make things good. Education is a must. But, we can do our bit by teaching our children that a plumber is a plumber and not plumber 'uncle', a Professor is a Professor, a Doctor is a doctor and a shopkeeper is a shopkeeper. Likewise, a grocer is a grocer, a sabziwallah (vegetable vendor) is a sabziwallah. I know, it will take time. It will take time for even us to stop saying these nouns. But, trust me, we can do it. After all, what is wrong in saying Dr.----, Mr.---, Mrs----, Miss---- (or simply by adding a 'ji' after the name or surname). People in the West and other parts of the world (except I guess Pakistan, Bangladesh, Nepal and where majority of Indians reside) do the same thing. This does not make them less cultured. They too respect their elders. It is time we learn from them. The larger society might take time to digest it. But, I believe, this small bit will make some difference. At least, children would know that a stranger is a stranger, an acquaintance an acquaintance and not a family member.
Generations after generations, we teach our children the same folkways of addressing everyone as aunty, uncle, bhaiya and didi. Nuclear family is a norm these days. Now, in some cases, the children do not even know their consanguineal kins, forget about the affinal kinship relations. They might get confused as to how come everyone is an uncle or a bhaiya. And if they are not confused, it is even worse. They trust them to be well-wishers and their own. It is time, however, to unlearn these folkways.
The NCRB report (2017) says that 95 % rape victims in India are known to the offenders. Internet is full of various reports and studies on Child Sex Abuse where the offenders are mostly either family members or acquaintances. We know where we stand in our education system. There is no sex education. Pornographic films, literature, etc are easily available on internet. There are juvenile delinquents who still need to be potty-trained but are actually out for such heinous crimes. We have the Nirbhaya case, for instance where one of the offenders was a minor. And, children are easy prey.
It will take time to make things good. Education is a must. But, we can do our bit by teaching our children that a plumber is a plumber and not plumber 'uncle', a Professor is a Professor, a Doctor is a doctor and a shopkeeper is a shopkeeper. Likewise, a grocer is a grocer, a sabziwallah (vegetable vendor) is a sabziwallah. I know, it will take time. It will take time for even us to stop saying these nouns. But, trust me, we can do it. After all, what is wrong in saying Dr.----, Mr.---, Mrs----, Miss---- (or simply by adding a 'ji' after the name or surname). People in the West and other parts of the world (except I guess Pakistan, Bangladesh, Nepal and where majority of Indians reside) do the same thing. This does not make them less cultured. They too respect their elders. It is time we learn from them. The larger society might take time to digest it. But, I believe, this small bit will make some difference. At least, children would know that a stranger is a stranger, an acquaintance an acquaintance and not a family member.
Thursday, 11 April 2019
TRIPLING SEASON 2 REVIEW
TRIPLING SEASON 2 BRINGS BACK PURE NOSTALGIA
Star Cast: Sumeet Vyas, Maanvi Gagroo and Amol Parashar
Tripling season 2 stars the same main star cast as season 1. The sibling- trio this time take us to three different cities, namely, Lucknow, Kolkata and Gangtok.
Chandan is now a writer and his favourite character is his brother Chitvan, the hero of the book. Chandan had a chance meeting with Chitvan, in a public restroom. Both exchange each other’s story so far and head towards Chanchal. Chanchal, who is the female protagonist of Chandan’s book, is the queen of the palace and also holds a bigger position in politics. However, her life turns upside down with this book being released as it contains certain personal details of the people of the palace. Her husband goes missing.
The trio escape from the palace and start a road trip to find Chanchal’s husband. Their first destination is Lucknow. Here, credit must be given to the writers of this season as how beautifully they dealt with the peculiarity of a place. The portrayal of the king who is a symbol of the decadent nawabi culture of Lucknow needs praise. I feel the portrayal is closest to the renowned Urdu writer, Naiyer Masud’s story “Taoos Chaman ki Maina”. It depicts king Wajid Ali Shah’s reign and times.
Next, we are exposed to the land of Kolkata. Kolkata is certainly famous for its Rosogolla. Bengal’s Rosogolla got its GI status in 2017 and later, it also won its battle of claim against Odisha. Now, one more thing is related to Kolkota which takes us back to the famous detective series of the 1990s. Nostalgia is sure to strike each one of us who grew up in the 1990s. I guess, that’s the trick of the writers to show us the interplay of tradition and modernity and it needs an applause.
The last destination of this season is Gangtok or the Rumtek monastery in Sikkim to be precise. Sumeet Vyas might have got his idea of showing this particular place as he had already been to this place in his another travel series named ‘Stupid man, Smart phone’.
Tripling season 2 is important in more than one way. One, it stars people who are internet sensations. People can connect to them. They are not stars. However, I feel they are a ‘Salman Khan-like phenomena’ for today's social media savvy generation. Second, how beautifully it told the story of different time and space and cultures. Then, the song “Maula mere ishq ka hafiz hai tu” written by Hussain Haidry and sung by Nilotpal Bora is mesmerising. It takes you to another world. It is actually a qawwali. And, Gajraj Rao, Shweta Tripathy,Rajit Kapoor, Jeetu and Nidhi Bisht are certainly icing on the cake.
To me, it seems it’s a must watch. 4 stars from my side.
Transience, Permanence and Nostalgia
Tabernimontana divertica, is the botanical name of the flower commonly known as crape jasmine or pinwheel flower. In Odia, we call it 'tagara', in Hindi it is called 'safed kaner'.
Years back, around 24 years back to be precise, I watched a movie on DD 1 OR DD 2 which used to be telecast in the afternoon. This movie was named "Cheluvi". The story is fresh in my mind but in bits and pieces...
The rest of the article can be read here:
https://thenewleam.com/2019/04/transience-permanence-and-nostalgia-returning-back-to-natures-womb/
"Kuch aise aakar gira hai sote mein shaakh se phool mere chehre pe ke jaise haule se raat tum naam lekar mujhko jaga rahi thi". (Gulzar)
This is not the end of nostalgia of white flowers. As Makhdoom says, "Phool khilte hain duniya mein, roz niklegi baat phoolon ki".
Years back, around 24 years back to be precise, I watched a movie on DD 1 OR DD 2 which used to be telecast in the afternoon. This movie was named "Cheluvi". The story is fresh in my mind but in bits and pieces...
The rest of the article can be read here:
https://thenewleam.com/2019/04/transience-permanence-and-nostalgia-returning-back-to-natures-womb/
"Kuch aise aakar gira hai sote mein shaakh se phool mere chehre pe ke jaise haule se raat tum naam lekar mujhko jaga rahi thi". (Gulzar)
This is not the end of nostalgia of white flowers. As Makhdoom says, "Phool khilte hain duniya mein, roz niklegi baat phoolon ki".
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