Saturday, August 30, 2008

'Wiki'fication or 'Wiki'tisation...

Yet another weekend holiday midway-through now, as I write this. Last week, couldn't write anything, as I got into the midst of some serious "Wiki GrandhaSaala" (വീക്കീ ഗ്രന്ഥശാല or 'Wiki Source', as it is officially known) business - proof reading Kumaran Asan's Seethaakavyam which was typed in by another gentlemen. As you can guess, "Wiki GrandhaSaala" is a grand initiative, a la Wikipedia, supported by voluntary collaborative contributions by likeminded individuals who are willing to lend their time and efforts into adding collections into this, what could undoubtedly be called a, “universal library”. Please see the link (here) to WikigrandhaSaala and the brief intro shown below.

കഴിഞ്ഞകാലത്തിലെ അമൂല്യഗ്രന്ഥങ്ങളുടെ ശേഖരമാണിത്. പകര്‍പ്പവകാശ പരിധിയില്‍ വരാത്ത പ്രാചീന കൃതികള്‍ (ഉദാ: ബൈബിള്‍, വേദങ്ങള്‍..), പകര്‍പ്പവകാശ കാലാവധി കഴിഞ്ഞ കൃതികള്‍ (ഉദാ: കേരളപാണിനീയം), പകര്‍പ്പവകാശത്തിന്റെ അവകാശി പബ്ലിക്ക് ഡൊമൈനില്‍ ആക്കിയ കൃതികള്‍ എന്നിങ്ങനെ മൂന്നു തരം കൃതികള്‍ ആണു വിക്കി ഗ്രന്ഥശാലയില്‍ ചേര്‍ക്കാവുന്നത്

I have decided to lend my time, whenever and in whichever manner I can, into this initiative. And let me also solicit, through this blog, contributions from the like-minded.

Even though I did not write anything in the blog last week, there was a topic that I had been carrying with me for sometime now. That is about the left parties in India – the cross roads they are in at the moment. As it lingers in many a minds in these days, has the left collectively, or certain political parties within the left movement particularly, shifted what they used to call pristine ideological moorings into shaky temporary landings of political expediency..?

I will reflect my thoughts, possibly later today...In the meantime, please look at the link here..


Saturday, August 16, 2008

Dark Knight - through a viewer's lens!!

It may not entirely be an over-statement, if one were to say that of late, particularly during the last decade or so, watching a movie, or rather sitting through the reels of celluloid that unwind before us, has become more of an agony than excitement, pleasure, or even a positive jolt, which it used to be previously. On many an occasion, the scenario gets to such decadent a level that one would be forced to leave his or her brain back home and go through this anguish with a kind of clinical blankness. In a majority of cases, by the time he or she gets up from the seat for the drive back home, most of the scenes would have gone amiss from his or her mind anyway..

It was after a fair bit of time gap (possibly more than 5-6 months since the last movie at a movie hall) that I went to see a movie - the much acclaimed Dark Knight - at a multiplex ten or so days ago. The trigger was a text message that my son sent me after he'd been to see that movie. The message read something like this. "Dad, forgot to tell you yesterday - Dark Knight is running in the movie halls in Doha; why don't you and mom go see it - surely you will like it". In his Orkut page, I also saw some comments of his about Chris Nolan's (director of the movie) genius and a quote from the Joker - the villain, or rather the actor in a negative role, in the movie.

These things might have raised my expectancy level several notches up from the normal 'blankness', when I decided to be a part of the Dark Knight audience. Alas, I should say that expectations belied on me, one more time (and to my son I should say that I record my disagreement with his opinion on the movie).

While sitting through the reels, my memories went back to my childhood days - about the first few movies that I saw when I was, say, 5 or 6 years old. The movie hall nearest to my house was Kodungore Nirmala 'talkies'. It was a 'C' class theatre, or what we used to call 'ola (ഓല)theatre', or a movie hall which has thatched roof and bamboo-matted walls. During matinee shows, the sun-god used to make his presence felt inside the hall - several lighted circles used to come in from outside and adore the silvery screen, I remember. There were a few RCC theatres in the immediate vicintiy such as Ponkunnam Srikrishna and Kanjirapply Baby, and of course in Kottayam there used to be Raj Mahal and Star. Anand came later, followed by Abhilash & Asha (twin theatres) and Anupama. Trips to those theatres were far and few in between, though. Nirmala used to be the main destination, most of the times..

Coming back to 'Dark Knight', yes, on my exit from the multiplex screen, my mind quietly made a compare of what I'd just seen with what I saw in my childhood days. I still remember a film called 'Nadodi', a Prem Nazir starrer. The villain (could have been Jose Prakash - can't remember ) is all powerful, negatively omni-potent, omni-present, capable of wreaking havoc wherever whenever at the beck of a finger, and remains one-up on the 'detective' until the very last minute. Thieves plant bombs at will, including inside the Police Station with not even God being aware. The 'sada' policeman as usual is one who slips in the mud at every two minutes, and the police team (at those time wearing shorts, and not trousers) joins in after the detective catches the culprits through a thrilling archery session or 'vaal-plate', as it used to be called by the public. And finally the detective acknowledges the support given by the lady detective (who in most cases used to be Sheelamma), and the side-kick (who used to be Adoor Bhasichettan). In those days, there used to be 'Jana Gana Mana' too, at the end, and thereafter it was "Shubham" :-)

My good god - how many times have we seen this formula being enacted and re-enacted ad nauseum, the same wine with only the bottles changed? Isn't high time that the tinsel world put some sort of an end to this? Aren't those who pay from their pockets fed up of these yet? Or just because the production standards are superb, where unbelievable things are made to happen in a credible, technologically sophisticated manner, is it that the movie will still be accepted by the public the world over? Does increasing sophistication in the use of technology including the use of IMAX cameras (the bank robbery shots in DK were shot by IMAX cameras) make a film 'more equal'? I'm told Dark Knight has broken one too many a box-office record, and I'm amazed, to say the least.

What does this film offer you? What do you take home with, after sitting through the reels for 152 minutes - other than possibly having witnessed a different kind of villainy being exhibited by Heath Ledger ? Incidentally he had put up a commendable performance - the only one worthy of a special mention in this movie - to my mind. Have you seen anything which you haven't seen before - I wonder? In James Bond movies, at least the story line changes, the setting changes, the scenario changes - but what about this? Supposedly, the car and later the mobike used by Bruce Waynes are technological marvel, it seems - so what? Do such things make a god movie? Have you ever seen a villain who can rob a bank but in the process kill a score of his accomplices, yet manage to have thousands of his gang-members still ready to lend life for him, one who can plant hundreds of bombs in a city where there are expected to be thousands of surveillance cameras fixed, does not get tired even after getting "questioned" by several top-notch investigation officers who use third degree torture methods, and after all these several rounds of third degree torture, even "seduce" a trained senior police officer into questioning him with absolutely no protection around, so much so that the police officer then gets into the hands of the villain and....finally the villain escapes from the high security prison, and then plants hundreds of bombs in a hospital....

Sir, I thought the world of the celluloid was a world of "make-believe"..but wasn't this a bit too far?

Time out, time out sir,... and that takes us to cardinal issue - what should movie do to the viewer as a minimum. To my mind, a movie should in some way relate to a viewer, as a base line. Just as a reader of a book relates to the text that he reads (lest he or she will stop reading it). Just as we look at a smiling baby. Just as we look at a blooming flower, or a speck of sunlight that comes out of a dew drop....The moment an artistic creation becomes devoid of such a connect, then it no longer belongs there - it ceases to be itself. Such a disconnect divorces the movie from the viewer, and what is called a "loss-of-specie" happens, which is what happens in many cases. However, here we're only talking about the basic requirement. The level of greatness, the level of quality, the level of largeness of a creation increases with the intensity of such a relationship. It can reach out to your inner self, it can touch your heart, it can connect to your intellect, it can overwhelm you, it can overtake you, it can identify with you, it can make you think, laugh or cry... else it can make you wish you were the creator of that work...

I think this also answers the question of when does a viewer start relating to a movie? There should be something in it that reaches out to you, to the inner chords of your heart. Emotionally, intellectually, aesthetically, artistically, there should be a vibration within you...When the bow of a violin touches its strings, music comes out. When air is blown through the empty space of a flute, melody flows out. The work of art should, in a similar manner, resonate within you... and that happens, as the laws of physics stipulate, when the other body's frequency of vibration reaches your natural frequency. When that happens, you identify with that work, and it remains with you, sometimes for ever. To name a few, just a few - think of the he famous staircase scene in the greatest of movies 'Batteleship Potemkin', the scenes from 'Bicycle thieves', scenes from 'Padher Panchaali', the scenes from 'Swayamavaram', scenes from 'Elippathayam', scenes from 'Esthappan', scenes from 'Kireedom'..they will not leave your mind, as long as you are able to think, remember...

It is not that this movie was ever expected in that level of class at all. No, far from it. But sir, while coming back from the temple festival, shouldn't there be at least a broken piece of bangle that I should be able to take back...?

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The credit titles read as under:

Directed by: Christopher Nolan; screenplay by Christopher Nolan and Jonathan Nolan; photographed by Wally Pfister; production design by Nathan Crowley; edited by Lee Smith; music by James Newton Howard and Hans Zimmer; produced by Charles Roven, Emma Thomas and Christopher Nolan. A Warner Bros. Pictures release.

Actors: Christian Bale (Bruce Wayne/Batman); Heath Ledger* (The Joker); Aaron Eckhart (Harvey Dent); Maggie Gyllenhaal (Rachel Dawes); Gary Oldman (Lt. Jim Gordon); Michael Caine (Alfred); Morgan Freeman (Lucius Fox).

*Note: While checking some reviews, I learned, with deep sorrow, of this 28-year-old Australian actor's death earlier this year (January 2008) due to an accidental overdose of prescription medicines for insomnia and anxiety.


PS: You can see a couple of other reviews which I stumbled upon here or here,

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Technology in cricket - further thoughts

Reflecting further on the new review system, particularly after hearing Sanjay Manjrekar, Gregg Chappel et al at the post match review session, I end up with a feel that this signifies a major departure from the past in the game of cricket - inasmuch as it effectively extinguishes an unwritten rule, or rather a convention, hitherto followed, particularly on lbw decisions. "Benefit of doubt" being granted to the batsman was that convention. This practice did allow for the fact that human eyes would not be able to see all what happened to the minutest of its detail. More so on close-call situations which neither the bowler nor the wicket keeper nor even the batsman would be able to say with absolute surety if it was 'bat-pad' or 'pad-bat'. In such instances, the 'benefit of doubt' stands granted to the batsman. That decision will be made by the umpire, which could have been right or wrong. Consistency being maintained by the umpires was the key, though.

This allowance of human errors, and the agonies and ecstasies that revolved around such, gave a more humane touch to the game. The advent of techology has made it robotic, thus robbing the game of the sweat and tears that surrounded it. Now, the expectation is that there is no 'doubt' by the machine and by extension therefore, no 'benefit' as well. As someone put it, might it be that the likes of Kapil Dev, Imran Khan, Wasim Akram, Waquar Younis, Shane warne, Muralidharan (and many others) would certainly have had much higher tally of wickets, had technology decided the fate of the batsmen who faced them. And the likes of Bradman, Border, Gavaskar, Lara, Sachin would not have this many number of centuries as well.

The more I think about it, my belief grows in strength that this great game ought not have made such a tame surrender to the cameras....

Friday, August 8, 2008

Technology in cricket - is it "analysis paralysis"?

Yet another Friday for me, the weekend holiday - the equivalent of a Saturday or a Sunday to this part of the world where I am at present. As I write this, the first day's play of the third test match between Sri Lanka and India is underway. Already (at the time of my writing this) seven Indian wickets are down, out of which four (Rahul, Sachin, Gautam and one more, and probably one more which I can't confirm as I did not follow the telecast in full) were confirmed by "technology" - the third umpire who "sits upstairs", the favoured phrase for Gregg Chappel who is commentating. Out of those four or five decisions, three were reversals of decisions made at the middle, on the ground. In other words, India would only have been 198-3 as against 198-7 where they are now.

I was thinking - does this take certain desirable things away from this game which used to be called at one time, the "game of glorious uncertainties..."? Does this take the life and sheen out of a game which used to rely on human judgements - never infallible but exciting neverthless? Hasn't it made the game a bit boring, by going in for clinical "exactitude" at the expense of "errors and omissions" likely by human intervention?

I am aware tennis matches have started relying on technology of late, on line calls and the like, but what needs to be borne in mind here is that unlike in tennis, the chance of a batsman in an cricket innings gets extinguished with that decision. In tennis, the same player can continue to play but in cricket that is not the case. Secondly, if technology is going to be used in the manner it is used now, then why call the ground umpires by that name? Their positions have, one could argue, been relegated to someone acting in between the players and the "appelate tribunal" sitting upstairs.

Anyway, mine was just a random thought, and on further reflection, I myself could think of several arguments to the opposite. And I know there are lines of reasoning to the contrary - such as "when technology available, why not use it to the betterment of the game". etc. May be correct, isn't it? But then the question always remains - is the third umpire seeing an exact picture of what happened on the ground? So long as it is "garbage in garbage out", who can say for sure that garbage does not go in?

again just a thought this...

Friday, August 1, 2008

മഹാകവേ നിത്യം നമസ്തേ.....

'Beyond the smoke screens' എന്ന മറ്റേ ബ്ലോഗിൽ എഴുതിത്തുടങ്ങിയതും ഈ ഭാഷാന്തരത്തിൽ നിന്നാണു് - മഹാകവി ജീ യുടെ സാഗരസംഗീതത്തിന്റെ ഇംഗ്ലീഷ് പരിഭാഷ. കഴിഞ്ഞ വർഷം ഒരു ടെലിവിഷൻ ചാനലിന്റെ ബ്ലോഗ് ഫോറത്തിൽ ആരോ ചോദിച്ചപ്പോൾ എഴുതിയതാണു്. പക്ഷെ ആരും അവിടെ അതു് വായിച്ചു പോലുമില്ല - തന്നെയുമല്ല ലഭിച്ച ചില പ്രതികരണങ്ങൾ വായിച്ചപ്പോൾ അതവിടെ എഴുതിപ്പോയല്ലൊ എന്നു തോന്നിപ്പോയി. കാരണം ഇത്തരം പോസ്റ്റുകൾ ആയിരുന്നില്ല അവിടെ ആവശ്യം.. മിമിക്രി പ്രതീക്ഷിച്ചു നിൽക്കുന്ന സദസ്സിന്റെ മുൻപിൽ ചൊൽക്കാഴ്ച നടത്തിയാൽ എന്താവും ഫലം - അതു മാതിരി... ആ കഥ പോട്ടെ - പിന്നീടെപ്പൊഴെങ്കിലും എഴുതാം...

ഈ ബ്ലോഗും അതിൽ നിന്നു തന്നെ തുടങ്ങാം...

ശ്രാ‍ന്തമംബരം നിദാഘോഷ്മള സ്വപ്നാക്രാന്തം
താന്തമാരബ്ധക്ലേശ രോമന്ഥം മമസ്വാന്തം
ദ്രുപ്ത സാഗരാ ഭവദ്രൂപ ദര്‍ശനാല്‍
അര്‍ധസുപ്തമെന്നാത്മാവന്തര്‍ ലോചനം തുറക്കുന്നു
നീയപാരതയുടെ നീല ഗംഭീരോദാരച്ഛായ
നിന്നാശ്ലേഷത്താല്‍ എന്‍ മനം ജൃംഭിക്കുന്നു
ക്ഷുദ്രമാം എന്‍ കര്‍ണ്ണത്താല്‍ കേള്‍ക്കുവാ‍നാകാത്തോരു
ഭദ്ര നിത്യത യുടെ മോഹന ഗാനാലാപാല്‍
ഉദ്രസം ഫണോല്ലോല കല്ലോല ജാലം പൊക്കി
രൌദ്ര ഭംഗിയില്‍ ആടി നിന്നിടും ഭുജംഗമേ
വാനം തന്‍ വിശാലമാം ശ്യാമ വക്ഷസ്സില്‍ക്കൊത്തേ-
റ്റാനന്ദ മൂര്‍ച്ഛാധീനമങ്ങനെ നില കൊള്‍വൂ

തത്തുകെന്നാത്മാവിങ്കല്‍ കൊത്തുമെന്‍ ഹൃദന്തത്തിൽ
ഉത്തുംഗ ഫണാഗ്രത്തില്‍ എന്നെയും വഹിച്ചാ‍ലും

Tired and tranquillised - the sky remains, anguished by the scorching clime of the boiling summer dreams..

My mind remains weary and tiresome, impinged by the ruminations of the agonies commenced..

Oh the mighty ocean agitating in arrogance.. the mere sight of thine opens up the half asleep inner eye of my being..

You are the mighty vastness of the infinite, majestically reflected in the blue ..

My mind swells up and permeates into the vastness, on your embrace...

Oh the mighty serpent - your hood, the roaring waves that are,
spread and raised in wild abandon.. and dancing in wildly aggressive splendour ...
rendering sweet melodies of the holy permanence - inaudible to my non-discernible diminutive ears..

And the sky remains thus - overwhelmed in ecstasy, bitten on the dark vastness of its chest...

Oh serpent – dance on my soul...
Bite on my heart...
Carry me aloft, atop your raised hood…

മഹാകവേ നിത്യം നമസ്തേ....

ഒരു തുടക്കക്കാരന്റെ പരിഭ്രമത്തോടെ....

I had, since opening this blog account a few months ago, been pondering over how to start, when to start and where to start - the thought, or in a way a doubt, that lingers in the inner minds of anyone who starts with a fresh page..

Almost every time I have made up my mind to have a start, however imperfect it may be, the one face that comes to my mind is of Mahakavi G's. Do not know why so - but I'd go by my innate feel. It was in 1972 that I saw and heard Mahakavi first. That was at the Girls' High school auditorium in Ernakulam, where I had been as a participant of a "leadership training" camp organised by Malayala Manorama. Unforgettable experience the 4 day camp had been, in every sense of the term. Apart from having had a chance to see Mahakavi, I could see hear persons of eminence such as M P Manmadhan, P A Said Mohammed, M K Sanu et al.. From the world of politics, there were personalities such as A C George, A C Jose, Moideenkutty Haji (who was the then speaker of Kerala assembly) et al...Among the organisers were M/s T P M Ibrahim Khan (who is now a leading advocate in the High Court of Kerala), James Kurian (who is now a leading advocate in Kottayam), Sasidharam Kandathil (I think he is with Veekshanam newspaper) and the like..

More about that later...but coming back to Mahakavi, I will never ever forget the speech that he made keeping the audience literally spell bound. It was like a water fall - elegantly graceful, silken-smooth, uninterrupted, captivating, getting straight into our heart..I can never forget the grace on his face, the elegance in his rendition...and even the milken-white hair of his !!!

Let me start my blog with an attempted translation of a few lines from Mahakavi's Sagarageetham.

ശ്രാ‍ന്തമംബരം നിദാഘോഷ്മള സ്വപ്നാക്രാന്തം
താന്തമാരബ്ധക്ലേശ രോമന്ധം മമസ്വാന്തം
ദ്രുപ്ത സാഗരാ ഭവദ്രൂപ ദര്‍ശനാല്‍
അര്‍ധസുപ്തമെന്നാത്മാവന്തര്‍ ലോചനം തുറക്കുന്നു
നീയപാരതയുടെ നീല ഗംഭീരോദാരച്ഛായ
നിന്നാശ്ലേഷത്താല്‍ എന്‍ മനം ജൃംഭിക്കുന്നു
ക്ഷുദ്രമാം എന്‍ കര്‍ണ്ണത്താല്‍ കേള്‍ക്കുവാ‍നാകാത്തോരു
ഭദ്ര നിത്യത യുടെ മോഹന ഗാനാലാപാല്‍
ഉദ്രസം ഫണോല്ലോല കല്ലോല ജാലം പൊക്കി
രൌദ്ര ഭംഗിയില്‍ ആടി നിന്നിടും ഭുജംഗമേ
വാനം തന്‍ വിശാലമാം ശ്യാമ വക്ഷസ്സില്‍ക്കൊത്തേ-
റ്റാനന്ദ മൂര്‍ച്ഛാധീനമങ്ങനെ നില കൊള്‍വൂ

തത്തുകെന്നാത്മാവിങ്കല്‍ കൊത്തുമെന്‍ ഹൃദന്തത്തിൽ
ഉത്തുംഗ ഫണാഗ്രത്തില്‍ എന്നെയും വഹിച്ചാ‍ലും

Tired and tranquillised - the sky remains, anguished by the scorching clime of the boiling summer dreams..

My mind remains weary and tiresome, impinged by the ruminations of the agonies commenced..

Oh the mighty ocean agitating in arrogance.. the mere sight of thine opens up the half asleep inner eye of my being..

You are the mighty vastness of the infinite, majestically reflected in the blue ..

My mind swells up and permeates into the vastness, on your embrace...

Oh the mighty serpent - your hood, the roaring waves that are,
spread and raised in wild abandon.. and dancing in wildly aggressive splendour ...
rendering sweet melodies of the holy permanence - inaudible to my non-discernible diminutive ears..

And the sky remains thus - overwhelmed in ecstasy, bitten on the dark vastness of its chest...

Oh serpent – dance on my soul...
Bite on my heart...
Carry me aloft, atop your raised hood…

മഹാകവേ നിത്യം നമസ്തേ....