Thursday, March 26, 2009

Hey Ram ! -- The Master Piece of Indian Cinema



HEY RAM - The Film that made me a Fan , sorry Devotee of Kamal Haasan.

Not just the plot of the story but its narration stands apart.The highlight of this film is the insertion of fiction into reality/History.

Its my salutation to the greatest film of India.

It's December 6, 1999, and in a Chennai racked by communal violence on the 7th anniversary of the destruction of the Babri Mosque in Ayodhya , a retired archeologist named Saket Ram ( Kamal ) lies in the bed dying of heart disease.

Keeping vigil at his bedside, his grandson, a Tamil novelist, narrates part of the old man's life story to the attending physician — a true story that he implies to be stranger than any fiction. It begins 53 years before, with Ram (Kamal) and a Muslim colleague, Amjad (Shahrukh Khan) working under the direction of British archeologist Mortimer Wheeler in the excavation of a grave in the 4,000 year old Indus Valley city of Mohenjo Daro (the "mound of the dead").

But their painstaking work to uncover the mysterious first urban civilization of South Asia is abruptly cut short by the announcement of the imminent division of the Subcontinent into two nations. Mohenjo Daro will now be in Pakistan, and Ram must return to his home in Calcutta.


So begins Kamal Haasan's daring and controversial meditation on the violence of Partition and its lingering traumas — a subject virtually taboo in commercial cinema for half a century. While retaining the look and sound of a commercial venture this 'ought to have been' blockbuster (Sadly.. It was not), Kamal's cinematic epic ventures deep into the terrain of communal conflict, examining the process by which human beings create and destroy their intimate "others."


Most of the film unfolds in flashback within the brief span between August 16, 1946, when the future "Father of Pakistan" Muhammad Ali Jinnah's declaration of a day of "Direct Action" by Muslims sparked communal carnage in Calcutta, and January 30th 1948, when a Hindu fanatic's bullet felled the "Father of India," Mohandas K. Gandhi at a prayer meeting in the garden of New Delhi's Birla House.



These watershed events shape Saket Ram's personal trajectory and drive him, at times, to the brink of madness. The film offers an unprecedented portrait of a traumatized survivor of events that others seek to forget, and reopens some of India's most painful wounds — though ultimately pointing towards redemption.


HEY RAM opened in February, 2000 to a lukewarm response . The film’s poor reception—or rather, near invisibility—in India partly reflected the reaction of angry politicians and bewildered critics (India Today praised its "technical wizardry" and acting, but called it "hard to categorize"(Bastards.. These so called critics do not know how to rate a film !). Many distributors (always jittery about cinematic subjects that are “too controversial” or “too smart” for the audience) pulled it from their areas within days of its release. The right-wing BJP party tried to have it banned as an “anti-Hindutva” film, while some Congress Party leaders denounced it as “anti-Gandhi”—the BJP’s reading appears, to me at least, to have been the more astute and certainly more in line with the director’s stated intent. Some leftist intellectuals, however, complained that the film’s refusal to demonize Hindu communalists and its “seductive” use of their imagery entirely subverted any progressive ideological agenda. If nothing else, such glaringly bi-polar interpretations at least suggest the intentional complexity of this courageous and groundbreaking film about individual and collective madness.

Its essentially a film about Gandhi's Ideology. The film offers us a humanized Bapu who is cranky, humorous, and not always sure of himself—a portrayal (like Real life Rajinikanth) that I, for one, much prefer to the flat and pontificating Mahatma of Richard Attenborough's Gandhi, whose every utterance was powerful or deemed to be so.


Kamal constructs his tale with multiple layers and ironies, involving three principal narratives, two of which are explicit and one implied. The frame narrative of the dying archeologist Saket Ram—a man who made his living digging through layers of the past—anchors the tale in the present (of the film’s release), at the turn of the 21st century. It also invokes (through the symbolic date of December 6th) the rise of Hindu nationalism during the 1990s as a potent force in Indian politics and the attendant increase in communal riots and massacres: events that led many Indians to a re-examination of long-repressed memories of the Partition violence in which their nation was born. As Saket Ram struggles for his life’s breath (muttering, "My nightmares are coming back to me...") the film hints at a nation struggling with its memories in the poisoned atmosphere of religious identity politics that have bred renewed hatred, fear, and violence. Since “Saket” is one of the ancient names of Ayodhya and also the name, among Ram worshipers, of the heavenly and eternal “city of Ram” to which they aspire after death, the hero of the film is also “Ram of Ayodhya,” and his own physical passing away is destined to fall on the anniversary of the day on which the earthly Ayodhya witnessed an act of desecration that would reverberate throughout India during elections.



The second explicit narrative is the flashback that comprises most of the film: a recapitulation of roughly a year and a half of some of the most turbulent and momentous events of 20th century South Asia: Partition and its aftermath,(He calls the Indo-Pak partition as the- " World's Biggest Political Divorce"). Independence, and the murder of Gandhi. This part of the film is exhaustively researched and fastidiously recreated, and most of the characters depicted (with the exception of the hero) are based on real persons.


The Brahmin intellectual Sri Ram Abhyankar who preaches Hindutva (the ideology of India as a “Hindu nation”) and presses on Saket Ram a banned book that is probably Veer Savarkar’s real book , the Bible of early Hindu militants; the discontented and formally deposed central Indian Maharaja and who supplies weapons to Gandhi’s would-be assassins (as the Maharaja of Gwalior allegedly equipped Nathuram Godse); and the once-prosperous Sindhi businessman Lalwani, who has lost everything in the Partition violence and seen his wife brutally slain — and who is a stand-in for the many traumatized Sindhis (including L. K. Advani) who have played a prominent role in the political rise of the Hindu Rights.

Who else but Kamal could have inserted such realistic strands of identity, within the fabric of fiction . Other strands include a graphic meditation on the relationship between communal violence and male fears of impotence, coded as “loss of honour” through failure to protect women: fears that are horribly addressed through the violation and (often) mutilation of women of the “Other” community.

I read somewhere that Godse’s famous defense during his trial — that he and his co-conspirators “wanted to show that there were still men left among the Hindus”— is suggested by the lovemaking that follows Saket Ram’s initiation into the plot to kill the Mahatma, culminating in a drug induced hallucination in which he fantasizes his wife’s body turning into an enormous gun. Another hallucination poses the hero himself in a graphic rendition of the latter-day Ayodhya agitators’ favored propaganda poster of an “angry Rama,” muscular and armed, gazing determinedly into a gathering storm.


Indeed, the third and subtlest level of narrative here is the Ramayana saga itself, both in its own basic structure and in its myriad reinterpretations, especially as a socio-political allegory. The film’s Ram, like the epic’s, is traumatized by the loss of his wife and sets out on a quest for revenge that eventually carries him across the length and breadth of India. In the film, this journey includes a second marriage, albeit half-heartedly contracted, with a spirited girl named Mythili (“the girl from Mithila,” a favorite epithet of the epic’s heroine Sita), who, like her namesake, unsuccessfully urges her husband to abstain from violence.


Instead, Saket Ram makes his fateful decision to join the plot against the Mahatma during a folk drama in which an effigy of the demon Ravana is burned: hence during the autumn festival of Dusshera which climaxes the annual Ram-lila pageant and commemorates the demon-king’s death (and which was also the date chosen for the founding of the R.S.S. in 1925, the extremist organization whose rabidly anti-Muslim ideology nurtured Godse and his followers). And like the epic Ram, the film’s hero battles “demons” throughout much of the story: those of his own madness and grief; the innocent (and guilty) Muslims he kills in revenge for his first wife’s death; and Gandhi, on whom he eventually focuses as the Ravana or arch-demon, the “poison tree” (in Abhyankar’s words) behind the whole “Muslim problem.” At last, he turns against the demons of hatred and violence within himself, reunites with a brother named “Bharat,”(Bharath) reverently accepts a pair of sandals, and achieves, through suffering, a kind of personal “Ramraj” that Gandhi himself would have endorsed: the dream of a multi-religious, harmonious India.

Saket’s dream is shown to survive his death, to be reaffirmed as Amjad Khan’s widow joins the aged Mythili in mourning her husband, and as Tushar Gandhi (the Mahatma’s actual great-grandson, though admittedly not much of an actor) joins Saket Ram’s fictional grandson in the deceased archeologist’s study: a museum-cum-shrine to his obsession with and devotion to the man he once wanted to kill. The film’s final image of these younger men opening shuttered windows to let in the daylight suggests its director’s own obsessive labor to illuminate and examine, with lights and camera, several of modern India’s repressed pasts. This sequence is accompanied by the most memorable of the film's five songs (all of which are sensitively inserted into the storyline, and reflect the versatility of Ilayaraja) — an anthem strongly critical of communalism.



Ultimately, one’s response to HEY RAM will depend on a perception of the plausibility of Saket Ram’s eleventh hour conversion from Gandhi-hater to Gandhian, which in turn hangs on a momentous surprise reunion with Amjad in the twilit lanes of Old Delhi.

Shah Rukh’s Splendid performance during this dramatic scene—and his wounding by a Hindu mob caused me to virtually relive, with Saket Ram, his own wife’s suffering,
I wept the last fifteen minutes. Movies seldom do this to me. It did. That's Kamal Haasan.

The film boasts gorgeous cinematography and splendid sets that meticulously recreate the period, including scores of antique automobiles, and a recreation of Mohenjo Daro dug into the Tamil earth outside Chennai. The assassination scene in the garden of Birla House, though actually shot in the South Indian hill station of Ootacamund, was so exhaustively researched and convincingly recreated that the actress playing Amjad’s mother—who, in fact, had been an eyewitness to Gandhi’s slaying as a girl of twelve—was reportedly overcome with emotion, necessitating a halt in shooting. Superb performances by an all-star cast include cameos by veterans Girish Karnad and Hema Malini, and a heavily-made-up Naseeruddin Shah, who looks surprisingly convincing as the aged Mahatma.

People who really understood the film will agree that Gandhi is the real hero of the film. The fact that he comes roughly around 30 minutes is the greatness of Kamal’s direction and way of story-telling!! He would have shot the present in black-n white and the past with Gandhi in Colour and as soon as Gandhi is assassinated, the picture turns Black-n-white again. Just to show that Gandhi gave us Light and it turns black-n-white after his death. Towards the end, Saket's Grandson gets the key of one of Saket's private rooms and he visits it with Gandhi's real Great Grandson. The movie finishes with both of them opening the windows carved on an image of Gandhi again sharing the same thought that Gandhi showed light. Again he would shown the fire both in 1940s and present in colour depicting how when everything’s changed Violence has remained forever and how we haven’t learnt our lessons fully.


The films humour is the best I have seen for a long long time. The Dialogues are the strenght of the film.

Special mention for Vasundhara Dass. She plays mythili , the 'Intelligent' wife of Ram.Without any doubt , I think its the best female charachter in Indian Cinema.

To you Kamal Haasan , Thanks for Giving Indians “Hey Ram”, None could’ve done even 10 percent of this so forget anything closer . HEY RAM is an important and must-see film, a landmark achievement in Indian Cinema.

Its the best film I have ever seen and I am very Confident in saying that this would have been the greatest film I would have seen until I rest in peace for the simple reason that everytime I watch it , I find something new to interpret.

It changed my Life ... I am sure it will to you too.

Bibiliography:- Google and Wikipedia.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Myself = LHS , Maths = RHS .. LHS ≠ RHS .. QED

My relationship with mathematics can be compared to a broken relationship between two lovers of whom one was genuine.

In my case , I must admit that I have not been genuine. However like most Human Beings I will shift the blame to the other person.I will re draft the above sentence.

I was not genuine with Maths because Maths was not genuine with me. (As simple as it is!)

I was good at maths once upon a time.. I was seriously good during my primary. Do not laugh. I consider primary mathematics much more logical and tougher than the bull shit they teach as maths at the secondary and senior secondary level.

I'll Explain.

I had and still have problems with only four topics in mathematics.( Tat too only at senior secondary level).

1. Algebra.
2. Trigonometry.
3. Differential Calculus.
4. Integral Calculus.

(Though some may say that the entire maths syllabus is the above four topics ).

Lets first take Algebra for example.

No Book , No Teacher during my school days said to me that Algebra is actually simple geometry!!!. It took 3 years after schooling to actually understand (though accidentally ! ) that algebra was in fact an extension of basic geometry.

How many of you know that Algebra is actually a branch of mathematics concerning the study of structure, relation, and quantity.(Structure , Relation and Quantity is basically part of Geometry).

Did anyone explain to me
a) What is Structure ?
b) What is Relation ?
c) What is quantity ?

All that they wanted me to know was (a+b)^2= a^2 +b^2 + 2ab

I Knew it . But Did I Learn it ?.NO.


Next is Trigonometry.


Trigonometry is supposed to be the simplest of all subjects.
My friend said to me (after the exam, when everything was over) that Trigonometry deals only with Triangles , nothing else and it is in fact easy.

The less said about the way I was taught trigonometry , the better.

My Physics teacher during class 9 , Mrs Tanuja Krishnan wanted her students to wish her every day not by saying Good Morning but by saying .

0 1 0 1/2 root3/2 1/root3 1/root2 1/root2 1 root3/2 1/2 root3 1 0 infinity.

The above are the SIN , COS , TAN Values of 0 , 30 , 45 , 60 and 90 degrees.

I Knew it . I Still Remember it . But Did I Learn it? NO.


Next is Differential Calculus.

I wont blame the way it was taught to me. However I still find it illogical.

According to Wikipedia , Differential calculus, a field in mathematics, is the study of how functions change when their inputs change. The primary object of study in differential calculus is the derivative. A closely related notion is the differential. The derivative of a function at a chosen input value describes the behavior of the function near that input value.The process of finding a derivative is called differentiation.

The Best and favorite part of differential calculus is The First Principles. It tells us how a element gets its differential value. But it is hardly dealt with in class.How to approach a solution was only taught and that too using some weird assumptions. The moment assumptions come , the subject loses its charm . I lost it completely.

Sin X becomes Cos X. But Cos X becomes -SinX. Its weird. I was too lazy to find out why.

The similar thing happened with Integral calculus. I Never understood it because , I never understood what Differentiation was. I never understood differentiation because , I never understood what limits and continuity were. I never understood limits and continuity because I never understood what a function was.The list goes on and on..

So as far as Calculus goes ..

I Never Knew it . I Never Learnt it. I Will Never learn it.

Some of the other things that drew me away from maths are the following.

--> People have tried teaching me maths. No one succeeded.
--> Its not a self study subject too. Oru dashum puriyaadu.
--> One topic can knock you down. Like Complex Numbers in Class XI.
--> You easily forget.
--> It requires brains .. sorry .. I have got none..
--> It requires Patience.. Never have I had it.
--> I went to tuition classes.( It was like Operation Successful , Patient Died )
I understood but I was stripped of my confidence.

I only scored 59 out of 100 in my Class XII Maths Paper. I am Proud of it. I only know the kind of effort gone into getting that mark.

Somebody asked me during my school days as to why I had developed some kind of 'Love-Hate' Relationship with Mathematics. I was quick to correct him .
Between Maths and Myself its always only 'Hate' relationship. And...

It will remain to be so.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Ultimate Amullu !

It was the first day at college...

We were all bored to death in the first hour. In the break , the guys got introduced to one another. And there among the crowd was a 'Amul Baby' kind of a boy. He was Stout , had a round tummy , wore Blue full hand Shirt , neatly ironed pants , perfectly polished shoes ( pacca formals ), wore spectacles and was considerably short. He was introducing himself to everyone.

He came up to me.

Amullu:- Hi I am Sai Prassana Srinivasan.
Me : - Hi .. I am Sundar
Amullu :- Hi I am Sai Prassana Srinivasan.You can call me Sai. My hobbies
watching cricket , reading books.etc.. Overall I am a 'Playboy'. I love
Playing games.( Subsequently I found out , he had been repeating the
same lines to everyone in the class !)

I was completely taken aback by shock.

That is Sai a.k.a Amullu for you . He Blabbers quite a lot . Still worse is the fact he is intolerable when he tries to rectify the original 'olarals'. True , he has given us most of the funniest moments of college life.

Time went by ..

We soon found out that he was not a 'thayir saadam'.He was an expert in 'xxx' matters.He would give 'complete' answer to any queries raised on any 'such' topic. He considered himself a notch above Mathrubootham.

His ever 'dynamic' crush list had some big names .It would be Salma Hayek one day and Katrina Kaif another day. He would shiver at hearing the word 'Nayanthara'. He would say.. " Machan .. ava pera sollada da... enakku ennamo pannudhu".

Foul words would flow from his mouth at a rapid pace. No one stood near him when he was in 'form'. He would even bring your 'great grandmother' to that very place and question her integrity.Such was the Venom in his mouth.

Amullu's family is very orthodox and they follow strict food habits.
Sai's grandma would say 'Dont eat at college Canteen , the items would contain garlic'.

But the following would be his menu whenever we frequent a hotel

STARTER

1.Tomato Soup

MAIN DISH

1.Masala kulcha
2.Kashmiri naan
3.Tandoori Chicken.
3.Butter roti
4.Malai kofta
5.Paneer butter masala

END
1.Ice cream - Chocolate flavour ( the reason being it Increases Potency!)
2.Masala Milk(optional)
3.Chocalate milkshake(depending upon his mood)

Coming back to his 'olaryfying'. He was an expert at that.

Some of them during our Kodai Trip were..

a)"Ellarum Veetla Sollitu vantingala" (When train was about to start to Kodai . We were all starting the trip).

b) "amsterdam" predicted tat world will end in 2020...
sorry da.. tats not amsterdam , amsterdam is a city in australia...( We later found out that he actually meant Nostradamus.!!)

c)We got down at Kodai Road . He comes and tells .." Machan I think , we have come to the wrong place. We need to get down at Kodaikannal road and not kodai road.

d)We reach Kodaikanal. He calls up his mom and Says.. " Amma , I have safely reached ooty". His mother got worried and called to us to confirm that we are at Kodai .

The best of 'amullu' came later.

We all assembled at Nash's Place to practice for ' Business Behaviour ' competiton
for the culturals at Ethiraj college the next day . Every one had turned up except Mahendra. The Skit's script was already prepared and the Main Role was for Mahendra.
We could not start without him. We called him up. He was not available. His sister had picked up the phone and said that he has gone out.(But in the background , we could hear Mahendra instructing his sister to say so). Mahendra finally spoke and said he would be early the next day and we could manage with one practice before stage. We had not practiced before . We were angry.We wanted to win at Ethiraj .

Even ' Amullu ' was angry.Then Amullu Said " Machan ... Naalaiku Mahendra varatum da..avana Naalu vaarthe narukkunu kekaren.".

Mahendra came the next day.None of us spoke. We pushed 'Amullu' in front. We were motivating him to start his 'Foul words Spree'. He had promised yesterday .We wanted to know whether Mahendra had really gone outside yesterday.

Then 'Amullu' with a angry face went near Mahendra and Spoke " Machan.. Nethiku nee Veetla illaya.. ?, velilla poi irundhiya...?". All of us were silent.

Then Mahendra Slowly Spoke ... " Machan ... Rendume ore meaning thana da."


All of us burst out laughing. We did not practice. We lost miserably.



See the above Video.No Prizes for guessing who 'Amullu' is . Clue:- He is the one who comes at the Beginning (trying a sommersault) and at the end( He literally rolls on to the road.)!! Have a great time watching it.