This, to thee, I must convey,
Best of thy dark and bright dazzled me,
As thou passed me the other day.
Ladies, who've favored me with attentions,
Their ilk suddenly trivial, their faces ugly,
Masks of colorful pretensions.
Esteemed gentlewomen of reputed Halls,
Dwarfed in thy comparison,
Dwarfed to mere wax dolls.
Thine eyes, with long-lash curtains half-down,
Thy hair, mistaken for dark night,
Done, undone, natural for the crown.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
NAMASTE Oscars!!!
“Namaste” as Ang Lee signed off his valedictorian speech littered with too many pause moments, after winning the 2012 Oscar for Best Director for Life of Pi, which reportedly pandered to the Indian diaspora across the world. But what appears to have missed by many from his speech is another ear-catcher – “Cant waste time talking of the cast”. While he did single out the young protagonist – Pi (Suraj Sharma); adult Pi (Irrfan Khan of The Amazing Spiderman fame) and Gita (Tabu of The Namesake Fame) – two prominent Indian actors from Bollywood were given a miss in his speech.
While some may chide me for making a big deal out of this, this to me is a wider endemic ingrained in the “I am superior” western psyche that appears to relish their half-baked conceptualized notions of India as a third world country, a 0.66 India who thrives below a $1 a day poverty line. While there may be some truth to that, these directors are really obsessed with the “impoverished” India, its daily struggles that assumes an even more ostentatious portrayal in their direction. The dynamic Uber India and its strong urban middle class that has catapulted the Indian stature both in economic growth and emerged as a Technology hub for world to take note of, is often left out for a very simple reason – it does not catch the figment of their imagination. What really excites the western audience in general is “India in the trenches”; a proven stereotypical Oscar winning recipe smartly mastered by the movie-chefs of recent times – Ang Lee, Danny Boyle to name a few. So the fact that Ang Lee ignored such Bollywood stalwarts in Tabu and Irrfan comes with that territorial mindset towards India in general. It appears Indian legend Anupam Kher (Silver Linings Playbook as Cliff Patel) had to fly solo at the Oscars as both Tabu and Irrfan were perhaps given an unceremonious snub.
Interestingly India’s biggest superstar of past 40 years Amitabh Bacchhan makes his Hollywood debut in the upcoming flick The Great Gatsby featuring Leonardo Dicaprio. Knowing Amitabh, it will be very difficult to imagine that he would settle for a junk role that likes of Anil Kapoor seem to grab with drooling tongues and popping eyes – remember Mission Impossible – The Ghost Protocol where Anil Kapoor played an embarrassing cameo as a business tycoon who gets beaten up by a lady. Still remember that night when I was watching that movie in the theater and folks around were going in splits watching his comical jabs that landed nowhere. Yes the same Anil Kapoor who hit a jackpot with Slumgdog Millionaire. Grapple this – In MI-V, the fancy Indian hotel with women attired in traditional lehngas dancing to some classical score in the background and high-tech car parking facility had nothing Indian about it, infact the entire sequence was shot at 5 star hotel Jumeirah Zabeel Saray in Dubai while the car silo itself was a Special Effect rendition of a parking facility in the Autostadt plant in Germany engineered by a team out of Vancouver. So the question is why would not they indulge qualified V/X teams in India to engineer the same special effect marvel, yet quickly pounce at the slightest opportunity to shoot car chase sequences through filthy ghettos of Mumbai.
Another clichéd notion of Indians is the Patel-ization of their characters in movies. Not all Indians are Patels while most Patels are of Indian origin. Hollywood somehow has this bizarre fixation for tagging them as Patels in their movies – Pi Patel, Cliff Patel. Nothing against Patels, some of my closest friends have been Shahs and Patels but it restricts India’s diversity to spread on the world’s biggest stages.
While directors like Lee and Boyle bask in their creative geniuses to portray India on global celluloid, it remains to be seen if this obsession of painting India in poor light will one day be passé.
This write up is only a microcosmic superficial insight into the western perception towards India but would like to share a brilliant analysis by Srividya Subramanium's that provides an in-depth study of India's portrayal in western movies A Content Analysis of the Portrayal of India in Films Produced in the West.
While some may chide me for making a big deal out of this, this to me is a wider endemic ingrained in the “I am superior” western psyche that appears to relish their half-baked conceptualized notions of India as a third world country, a 0.66 India who thrives below a $1 a day poverty line. While there may be some truth to that, these directors are really obsessed with the “impoverished” India, its daily struggles that assumes an even more ostentatious portrayal in their direction. The dynamic Uber India and its strong urban middle class that has catapulted the Indian stature both in economic growth and emerged as a Technology hub for world to take note of, is often left out for a very simple reason – it does not catch the figment of their imagination. What really excites the western audience in general is “India in the trenches”; a proven stereotypical Oscar winning recipe smartly mastered by the movie-chefs of recent times – Ang Lee, Danny Boyle to name a few. So the fact that Ang Lee ignored such Bollywood stalwarts in Tabu and Irrfan comes with that territorial mindset towards India in general. It appears Indian legend Anupam Kher (Silver Linings Playbook as Cliff Patel) had to fly solo at the Oscars as both Tabu and Irrfan were perhaps given an unceremonious snub.
Interestingly India’s biggest superstar of past 40 years Amitabh Bacchhan makes his Hollywood debut in the upcoming flick The Great Gatsby featuring Leonardo Dicaprio. Knowing Amitabh, it will be very difficult to imagine that he would settle for a junk role that likes of Anil Kapoor seem to grab with drooling tongues and popping eyes – remember Mission Impossible – The Ghost Protocol where Anil Kapoor played an embarrassing cameo as a business tycoon who gets beaten up by a lady. Still remember that night when I was watching that movie in the theater and folks around were going in splits watching his comical jabs that landed nowhere. Yes the same Anil Kapoor who hit a jackpot with Slumgdog Millionaire. Grapple this – In MI-V, the fancy Indian hotel with women attired in traditional lehngas dancing to some classical score in the background and high-tech car parking facility had nothing Indian about it, infact the entire sequence was shot at 5 star hotel Jumeirah Zabeel Saray in Dubai while the car silo itself was a Special Effect rendition of a parking facility in the Autostadt plant in Germany engineered by a team out of Vancouver. So the question is why would not they indulge qualified V/X teams in India to engineer the same special effect marvel, yet quickly pounce at the slightest opportunity to shoot car chase sequences through filthy ghettos of Mumbai.
Another clichéd notion of Indians is the Patel-ization of their characters in movies. Not all Indians are Patels while most Patels are of Indian origin. Hollywood somehow has this bizarre fixation for tagging them as Patels in their movies – Pi Patel, Cliff Patel. Nothing against Patels, some of my closest friends have been Shahs and Patels but it restricts India’s diversity to spread on the world’s biggest stages.
While directors like Lee and Boyle bask in their creative geniuses to portray India on global celluloid, it remains to be seen if this obsession of painting India in poor light will one day be passé.
This write up is only a microcosmic superficial insight into the western perception towards India but would like to share a brilliant analysis by Srividya Subramanium's that provides an in-depth study of India's portrayal in western movies A Content Analysis of the Portrayal of India in Films Produced in the West.
Monday, February 25, 2013
Paths we tread and then dread....
Often we find life in disdainful hurry hurtling into abyss of rudderless sojourns ; merging into intersections where the basic tenets of existence are trampled and slighted, and capped with remorseless empowerment. During such shameful passages, the remnants of virtuous conscience often looks the other way as if conveying a message of helplessness. The sheepish clutches of intemperance and inner lawlessness continue to shred the soul into fragments never to be stitched again. The shameless thrills one derives from such lows are appalling at the least. Yep Self destruction in auto-pilot mode. And when the realization comes, life is already in the caskets and being prepared for the final burial. The guilt ridden soul scared to take that long road to hell often looks for a cleansing agent or a quick-strike catharsis that would purge them from all the excesses they may have once vaingloriously indulged in. Frequent trips to the local tombs and temples become the norm that for most part used to be an exception. The holy yet nervous chants seldom reach the metaphysical realms and even if they miraculously do they face rejection.
Life present all kinds of vicissitudes, the path one takes to trot on it makes all the difference. If you tread on Intemperance, you also had the option to embrace self control, if you opted for violence, peaceful offerings were right there, you just did not acknowledge it. Be it spiritual forbearing, ill-upbringing or bad company, the dark traits often reign supreme resulting in cerebral transgressions that eventually snowball into one incurable hemorrhoid forcing life to operate in a vacuum.
The narrative above is a feeble attempt to acknowledge the excesses we indulge in our daily tribulations and the need for recursive ponderance to ensure checks and balances quintessential for conscience regulation that will keep the hegemonic vices from taking over. A constant reminder is requisite that there is still time before the life goes into those dreaded caskets. Amen!!!!
Friday, February 22, 2013
Irate, Berate...sigh - Emirate!!!
So my worst experience till date was traveling Al Italia, Believe It or Not - Emirates just narrowly missed out . And no this is no one-time-all-hell-break-loose kinda experience. This is a chronic malaise drilled into each nook and cranny of the Economy Class seating and unless there is an architectural reorientation or "enlargement" of seats - this one is a malaise-soon-turning-into-epidemic. And yes the Emirates website fools you like no other, the fancy pics of bar lounges, spas for women etc is all hogwash as it means nothing to Economy class folks. In fact I was shocked to see even the business class seats on the narrower side. Trust me the United/Continentals seats and leg space while not absolutely comfortable is still lot better than Emirates.
So I got lucky at check-in where the south-east asian lady agreed to do a free check-in of my carry on - could not thank her enough including a full bend forward Japanese style - "Domo Arigato" and lucky because everyone else were being asked to pay out 50$ or so.
That on top of the world feeling was short-lived after boarding the flight - the seats were atrociously cramped. The arm-rest was literally a thin strip of real-estate perhaps intentionally made for two folks to have a jostling bout on who can capture that elusive territory - may be a creative pitch to while those 13 hours away. The much hyped up food was a major letdown on the first leg from DC to Dubai - Unsalted Vegetable Biryani with rice and vegetables felt like were "separated for ages" literally. The cold sandwich as a go-between was ok and the breakfast before the landing of cheese omelet was blandly tasteless. They had thick boiled potatoes sprinkled over the omelet with a siding of spinach tucked in the corner. Gave spinach the cold shoulder which it thoroughly deserved. Besides the constant gas emissions from foods rotting in people's stomachs felt like a close brush with Gas Chambers of Auschwitz ...that was for the Jews this was for everyone flying - result was the same - a near genocide. So folks who were raving about Emirates food were either fooling around or perhaps have rather awful taste esp when it comes to food. Like I said this was no one-time fluke my wife who traveled 3 weeks earlier had a similar experience.
So much for the first leg to Dubai. Dubai itself is a melting pot of Duty-Free shoppers who have a single motive in life before take off and that is to grab whatever they can from Dubai - Pears soap (yes you heard it right), dry fruits, Chocolates - The same Lindt chocs that you get at Costco for 10$ comes for 20$ at DXB with a compelling tag - Duty Free. Burger King joint I must say had a better selection than the ones we find in US. The airport is more like a shopping mall that also by the way allows for takeoffs and landings...the 2 and a half hour lay over was awful after a 13 hour long flight. Second leg was another 2 and a half hour roller coaster with really uncomfy seats but a more decent menu selection with chicken tikka masalas, lamb rogan josh with phirni as a dessert. The last 5 hours of the journey turned out to be extremely exhausting.
Where Emirates scores is with its ICE Entertainment system with a larger selection of everything from movies to music to tele-shows. My entertainment system broke midway through the flight but luckily I saw Avengers and Agneepath and watched Act of Valour with a section of the screen blocked out from a text - There seems to be a problem with your audio - We are trying to reset it" .
They also have a better selection in juices and drinks and the wines are complimentary. May be they have a hidden agenda - Wine will make you forget everything including our horribly squeezed out seats and unceremonious menu selection that tastes awful bland.
So my personal takeaways from this DC-Dubai-Delhi leg is:
Pros: - Eye-pleasing flight attendants (but I will still take the old grumpy stewardesses from United any day just for more comfortable seats and better leg space and a less tiring journey) - Better variety of juices and complimentary drinks - Excellent ICE entertainment system
Cons: - Horrible food for most part - The crammed seats kills the whole mood - 5 hour second leg of the journey from DBX to DEL is over-exhausting esp after a 13 hour ordeal. Would rather take the 14 hour nonstop that United offers as it is less exhausting. - Morning takeoff is odd as you mostly stay awake for most of your journey since your body is still doing US-time. I hardly had an hour of sleep if that. Bottomline - I am done with Emirates unless...unless...there are some throwaway deals that might outweigh everything.
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