My computer is down again :( ,but on the positive side it has nothing to do with Linux, Moblin runs fine, I have had a few hiccups though as I mentioned in my last post. But like all problems they all get sorted out in the end.

So as promised here’s my fix for all the problems that I have faced.

(Also remember that Moblin is built on top of many other RPM type distros, so you have a yum installer built in, if nothing else then go to command prompt and type sudo yum install xxx ,where xxx is your favorite linux app in Red Hat ,FEDORA or SUSE. The underlying arch in Atom is x86 so all your older binaries should work fine, it’s just that they have been written for pentium processors and would become power hogging monsters on miniscule Atom chips ).

(Update : Just found this wonderful thread in stackoverflow .It discusses how to optimize your code for Atom processors, if someone is really downloading and compiling binaries again, might as well give it a try).

Codec problem

Go to http://gstreamer.freedesktop.org/src/ and download the following

  • Gstreamer
  • Gstreamer base
  • Gstreamer good
  • Gstreamer bad
  • Gstreamer ugly
  • Gstreamer ffmpeg

Now run the following on your system

sudo yum install bison flex gcc make diffutils glib2-devel pango-devel cairo-devel liboil-devel alsa-lib-devel libtheora-devel libvorbis-devel libogg-devel

Once you are done, extract all your gstreamer downloads.

Follow these steps.

1. switch to root….(I prefer this to running sudo since I have to type passwords all the time…..and before you ask yes I have edited my /etc/sudoers).

2.go to Gstreamer folder. and run the following

./configure -prefix=/usr then make and then make install

repeat this step for all gstreamer downloads in the following order

  • gstreamer basic
  • gstreamer good
  • gstreamer bad
  • gstreamer ugly
  • gstreamer ffmpeg

It’s a long process so you better switch to root and run a script to automate all this…on my system it took close to an hour.

Once it’s done you should be able to play all your mp3’s and view all your avi’s although in my case when I was playing one particular video I could only see the video but not the audio, I guess I will have to switch to verbose mode and see which component is missing but this set of codecs covers most of the codecs so it’s good for the average user.

Problem with moblin-media-player

If you still can’t play AV files on the integrated media player you need to un-install the media player by going to Applications->manage apps , look for moblin media player

Then install it again, and you should be able to hear and watch your AV files on it.

NTFS mount problem.

Step 1

  • Go to http://www.linux-ntfs.org/doku.php?id=ntfsmount
  • Download from http://sourceforge.net/projects/fuse/files/fuse-2.X/

Step 2

  • Run tar zxvf fuse-2.7.0.tar.gz
  • cd fuse-2.7.0
  • ./configure and make and sudo make install

Step 3

  • Download ntfsprogs from http://www.sfr-fresh.com/linux/misc/ntfsprogs-2.0.0.tar.gz/
  • Follow the same steps as with FUSE ,just change the name according to ntfsprogs.

Once done you should be able to use ntfsmount command easily, do a man ntfsmount to learn more.

Also once you have mounted your ntfs drives don’t just plug them out , this will corrupt your config files and lock your drive, (you’ll need to log into windows again otherwise).

use the fusermount command to unmount your drives before you unplug them. Do a man fusermount to learn more.

(Caution : Don’t use the force option with ntfsmount, better go to windows if you have locked your usb drive )

Using Mozilla with Moblin

Look at this site. It works !! , in case you don’t find anything to uninstall don’t worry, follow the rest of the steps.

Also go to favorite apps under applications and look for the browser option. Set it to mozilla.

Getting the chat client to work

Empathy the default chat client with Moblin sucks but it’s the only thing that can be integrated into the Moblin UI so if you’re a sucker for UI then while configuring a new account, select the gtalk option, give your full username xxx@gmail.com in the username and select both SSL and the other option.

set the server to talk.google.com, don’t tick the lowermost checkbox, and don’t touch the port number. Click modify/change and it should get you going.

Though there are still bugs with the UI and you will soon get frustrated, better switch to Pidgin.

So that’s it right now…more on it if I find something.

Chao

 

Am back on my blog after a long hiatus and it was my experience with the new Moblin OS that compelled me to come here. I bought a ATOM processor + Intel motherboard integrated unit a few months back which Intel touts as what they call a “NET-TOP” , It’s not a fair acronym at all in my opinion since it’s just more than a dumb box with an internet connection, I have managed to run a fair number of games and applications on it, so in my opinion it’s a fairly decent piece of hardware and if you are looking for a low cost ,low power desktop to watch videos, play simple games like AOE, and browse the web atom’s the one for you.

However my biggest complaint has been the lack of support for a proper Linux distro, which is a big problem for me since I run Linux often and like to play around with it. I have tried with all distros starting from Ubuntu to Fedora to Mandrake to Open Suse, throw in a couple of other names as well, but I have been unable to get past the bootloader screen as always. So yesterday when I was able to install Moblin without a glitch I was overjoyed, and on seeing the slick UI I thought all my problems had finally come to an end but that was not to be.

My First impressions

The first thing that came to my mind when I saw Moblin 2.1 was the fact that hey that’s a cool Linux distro, the concept of UI here is different comapred to any other distro around, the whole job of the UI is to get you around with the minimum fuss. In fact it takes some time to get used to it. At first I was like hey where is the terminal ? and where is the file browser ? Is this another clone of Chrome OS which won’t allow me to access my own FS and hardware devices. But on browsing around you ultimately do find all the links, though they are accessible they are neatly hidden to give the layman user a feeling of not using a Linux machine at all.

Damn (WordPress won’t let me embed video) so I am pasting a link here.

Moblin UI Demo

The video is for 2.0 but 2.1 looks pretty much the same.

In fact it’s not designed like a personal computer at all, more like a Mobile Internet Device as they call it. I like the concept of having all your calendar applications, status messages and tasks on the same page. It takes away the boredome of seeing the same desktop with the My Computer image on it.
So far so good but when you go inside things get messy.

It’s full of bugs

So that’s my second impression upon running around with it for a couple of hours, even though the UI is slick the underlying applications that are integrated with it are not so good, and it leaves a lot of scope for improvement. There are some very basic bugs with the chat client “Empathy” which has been integrated into the customized GNOME skin for Moblin, it took me a fair amount of googling to set it up for my gmail account.

I was happy that they had pre-installed the flash support for the browser but not at all happy that they had not installed firefox as the default browser, it again took me some googling to set it up for firefox and then there was this problem of mounting my NTFS external hard drive (which I resolved)  Although Moblin too offers a software source like the Synaptic Package Manager in Ubuntu ,the number of softwares is not even remotely equal or even respectablly close. And then there is the perennial problem with audio and video drivers, I was able to download, compile and integrate the gstreamer codecs into the media player, but mind you that’s not what an average user would do, but then again Moblin isn’t really meant for the average user, it’s still a beta OS and should be treated like that.

So after spending about half a day you will ultimately find that most of the slick UI is actually useless since most of the integrated applications don’t work properly. But that in my opinion is alright since it’s just a 2.1 release and it takes around 8 to 9 revisions to get a really good stable OS up and running. In my opinion it’s a step in the right direction. Intel actually encourages you to join the Moblin community to develop your own applications and fix bugs in others which I think is a great opportunity for people to contribute significantly to an OS which might one day sit on more than half of all Netbooks.

All in All

Am sticking with this one, even though I will have to switch to another computer to get my basic things done, it’s gonna be a good adventure, am heeding Intel’s call and joining the Moblin Development Community to improve the user experience.

In my next post I will discuss about how to customize your UI ,get the multimedia and a whole lot of other things working.

Till then Chao.

Sex

  • Heroes don’t need condoms, they seem to have a natural protection against all kinds of STD’s , biologists have been trying to get a sample of this blood for years to find the antidote but have failed in all such endeavors.
  • Heroes have sex the way common people have water, whenever and wherever they want, getting a room isn’t a problem, even in the middle of a war zone.
  • A hero is a combination of a sage plus sex machine and he can switch to any mode whenever he desires,  he gets a hard on only when he wants to, even twenty lap dancers doing a pole vault on top of him simultaneously fail to excite him.
  • At the end of a hot steamy night the heroine is covered in a satin sheet and you get the best satin sheets in the cheapest of motels/hotels which are again situated in the most improbable places. Compare this to our Bollywood where people have to make do with a cow shed on a stormy night with hay substituting for a bed.
  • Sex ain’t sex if you can’t undress yourself or the other person in under three seconds, you always find cloths strewn on the floor and they stay ironed even after all this haste. (Now you know where they got the idea for wrinkle free). In comparison people in Bollywood never take their clothes off unless they are soaked to the bone.(Now you know why you need a thunderstorm/cyclone).
  • It’s always the femme fatale who thanks the hero for a night of fun, the hero on the other hand thinks it’s his birthright and gives a philosophical stare in return.
  • There is no kid at the end of a hot steamy night in Hollywood.  Bollywood on the other hand always ends up with a unwanted kid and this despite the non-use of condoms in both cases, you are always left wondering as to what’s wrong with our biology or is it the satin sheet at work ?

Disaster/Apocalypse

  • Big American cities are frequently attacked by monsters and aliens, especially New York. In fact New York has been hit by every known disaster known to man, you would think that Americans would have vacated the city by now, but New Yorkers are a resilient lot.
  • The monsters and aliens love to destroy the American monuments, over and over again. Still, the Americans keep rebuilding them.
  • All Aliens space craft have fancy light bulbs on their spacecraft which keep glowing unnecessarily and in random patterns.
  • US gets the best of all natural disasters, while the rest of the world waits for them.
  • Most of the disasters take place during the Christmas or Thanksgiving or the 4th of July weekend.
  • There is always one dog which survives the attack on a city in which no humans survive.
  • The US President is trained for all such eventualities and can always be counted upon to fight the Monster/Aliens  even fly planes.
  • The New York Taxi is the best chase/rescue vehicle in case of a disaster, forget the Hummer get your hands onto a new york taxi if you can.
  • The hero never dials 911. 911 is for sissies.
  • Asteroids are visible for long time over the skies before they strike the earth.
  • Laser beams are visible in deep space.
  • Only and Only the US Air Force is capable of dealing with Aliens, all others must bite the dust.
  • You need a six-pack to save the world. The more good looking you are the better.
  • On all NASA earth rescue missions you can have a maximum of one Russian per mission and he/she has to be grumpy.

Guns, Fighting and Car chases.

  • It’s necessary to kick your enemy in a roundabout manner even if you can kick him straight.
  • The police in US are badly trained and almost always miss their aim. Things don’t get better for their compatriots in India, they too miss their aim, esp if the hero is not an inspector or ACP.
  • The ubiquitous .22 can pour out a higher volume of fire compared to the sub-machine gun when in the hands of the hero.
  • The hero if he’s in the law enforcement business never wears any uniform, in fact he prefers to wear a Levi Strauss or Gucci while going to work. Uniform is for the sidekicks.
  • The Bollywood Hero has revolvers which may contains upto 100 bullets, his Hollywood compatriot on the other hand (though he runs out of ammo) carries upto a 100 cartridges, mostly in invisible pockets.
  • A bullet in Bollywood makes a typical “dhiskyaun” sound while in Hollywood it sounds more like a “bang”. You wonder if it’s the climate of the countries which is affecting the perceived acoustics.
  • You can kill the enemy by shooting him in the stomach, the same doesn’t work for the hero.
  • A car always explodes when it’s hit by a bullet from the hero, but never if the hero is driving it.
  • Police cars always end up having the most serious amount of damage even though they see the least amount of action.
  • There is always an old lady walking with a trolley in the middle of the road when the hero is about to catch up with the villain and the hero manages to dodge it in time.
  • Pedestrians are a Hollywood specialty, they are always the most agile people on the planet. You can safely drive a mustang at 60mph on the sidewalk and everybody on the sidewalk will always manage to dodge it in the end.
  • When the hero is in a crisis center there are always a hundred people waiting for him to say, “Ok let’s take down this son of a bitch” or something similar, and they immediately get up and start doing something.
  • Seat belts are for sissies, the hero drives without them and nothing ever happens to him.
  • If there is a shining new car in the middle of the road or highway start feeling sorry for it right away, because it’s gonna blow up into a million pieces.
  • There’s always a car waiting to be stolen when you need one, there is always an unsuspecting fool who has left his car with ignition on and keys inside and almost always he/she is talking on the phone without noticing it.
  • No one ever runs out of gas (even in long car chases). Corollary: every stolen car has a full gas tank and gets great gas mileage.
  • If ever there is a shootout you can expect to see more bullets than there are raindrops in Cherrapunji.
  • Villains can always count on a gas tanker to come to their rescue in case they want to make a getaway.
  • The hero can park anywhere even in the middle of the city, parking space is for sissies.
  • Villains from the middle-east wear loose clothes and drive dusty cars, even if they are in New York.
  • The hero always arrives before the SWAT team, and somebody was complaining that Bollywood police comes in the end.
  • To dodge a bullet all you need to do is run straight.
  • If there is an impossible jump to make, chances are that you will make it.

Bombs

  • Bombs are again a Hollywood specialty, there are always two wires blue and green which need to be cut at the last second to avoid a blast and the hero never finds out which one is it till the last moment, you would think that after 30-40 years of doing the same thing the hero would learn to diffuse a bomb but heroes are a dumb lot.
  • All bombs come with big red blinking LED lights and LED Timers to aid the hero in diffusion.
  • All bomb explosions cause the people around them to move in slow moving arcs towards the camera.
  • All bomb makers have a wicked sense of humor and do not forget to put the message “Ka Boom/Goodbye” on the display before the bomb goes off.

Computers and Hacking (This one’s my favorite)

  • All sensitive material is always kept on the desktop and almost never locked or encrypted even if it is locked, the password is easy to crack.
  • To upload a virus all you have to do is type, “upload a virus”.
  • Any type of malfunction is always represented by a spark or explosion in the circuitry.
  • Robots are more intelligent than human beings but can never save people, corollary : only dumb guys get to save others.
  • The power grid/switch board is always located at the most inaccessible place in the world, the basement of the building or the top floor and it takes a daredevil to go up to it and switch it off.(most of the times it’s blown up instead ).
  • Heroes never face compatibility problems and any kind of file is readable on any kind of system. Corollary : there is a universal file format for all computers.
  • Networks in movies transmit data at incomprehensible speeds, even ordinary telephone lines can transmit at close to 2Gbps.
  • All computers come with a big red button which stops everything.
  • Viruses can create smoke and or destroy circuitry.
  • Hacking is really easy if you are the hero, and you always have a nerd kid around to do it in case the hero is busy.
  • You can hook up any display to any input device. Fuck the engineering involved.
  • All cellphones are capable of receiving all kinds of signals, and can show any kind of image, no need for a display or an antenna.

Horror/Gore

  • Ghosts seem to have a special liking for American Teenagers, who are shown to be the dumbest in the world.
  • The hero always gets a hard on around the heroine when they are surrounded by a ghost and gets hacked as soon as he starts to fuck her. Corollary : Ghosts too want to get a hard on before they kill.
  • One special blonde is always spared the blade.
  • You always have a video cam recording the events in a ghost house.
  • If a couple is riding in a car on a desolate highway it is supposed to break down near a haunted motel.

Miscellaneous

  • If you wake up in an Intensive Care Unit, the first thing you should do is tear off all the sensors and drips that are placed on your body and then scream and walk out of the hospital, beating up everyone who tries to come in your way, no matter how weak you are.
  • If you are weaker than your enemy, you will definitely win.
  • You always get a nice table in the busiest of restaurants at a moment’s notice.
  • You always get to have sex with a hot crazy blonde before you get the chance to realize your love for your gal.
  • In the future, all cities will have REALLY high buildings and cars that fly in lanes and somehow never seem to need to stop for traffic signals or fuel. Also, the “ground level” will be full of slums and homeless people and dirt all around.
  • All the super heroes of the world , only look after one city and the villains somehow always attack that city.
  • India has no TV or Cable and people have to sit in front of the Taj Mahal to listen to the President of US of A. Same is the case for other countries, people in France have to sit in front of Eiffel Tower and people in the Middle East have to sit in front of Mosques.


 

“Men don’t see things as they are, they see things as THEY are”

Che-GuevaraWhat is the purpose of Cinema? Is it merely just another form of recreation or a reflection of something much deeper ? Over the last hundred years or so, cinema has come to mean much more than just another form of entertainment, it has in fact evolved into more than just an art form, the directors medium has come to reflect who we are and where we are going, it is a canvas of our hopes and aspirations and a mirror to our own self.

The proliferation of capitalism esp. free market economy in the last few decades coupled with the simultaneous decline of the left has contributed to the death of critical and healthy debate in our society, as we are sucked down deep into this cortex of growing and almost blinding consumerism our idealistic radical hero is slowly disappearing into the horizon. Attacks on Intellectuals have increased manifold over the years with the explosion of the internet and the social media.
One may remark that there is nothing new in this as intellectuals have been persecuted throughout human history for their radical ideas and thoughts, but a peek into history will tell us that these attacks have been against the ideas themselves or in some cases against the intellectual or the idealist, but never against the idea of existence of radical thinking itself.

The goal of absolute capitalism as we see it today is to deny the very basic truth that there can be any idea other than theirs, universities have surrendered themselves to the onslaught of this free market brigade and the graduate student, once the very fountain of all transformation in the society is now busy tuning his skills and thinking to the cause of the industry. The very few intellectuals left today have either defected to the right or are nowhere to be seen, the remaining few are vehemently attacked by the general public themselves on public forums(Chomsky is offered a guard every time he speaks in some university campus) who think that this exercise of radical thinking itself is an exercise in wastage, we are being led to believe that we don’t need radical thinkers anymore and that the world is a better place without them, that a thousand voices on a public forum can replace an intellectual and a thousand Twitter profiles can match the voice of one single Salman Rushdie , V.S Naipaul or a Chomsky.

The citizen has turned into the consumer, citizens rights have become consumer rights, education is no longer a right that should be free, it’s a commodity that we must pay for, It is alright to waste water and food if you can afford to, it’s your right we are told, our grand parents were taught that it is important to remember the idea and not the man, but popular wisdom today says that it is O.K. to forget the idea but not the man.

Market economies tell us that people can never be wrong, their choices can never be wrong; listening to this one cannot but help think that this philosophy has been derived straight out of the shopkeepers rule book “The customer is the king”. This is in direct contrast to the accumulated wisdom of centuries which tells us that people are wrong time and again and it is the job of the bright few to show them the path of light, the very harbinger of the modern age “The Renaissance” whether it’s American, European or Indian owes it’s existence to the simultaneous birth of some very bright individuals. The pursuit of Truth has nothing to do with the will of people. History is replete with examples where a mass of people have shown themselves as easily capable of atrocities as the tyrant living next door.

So where does this cinema come into all of this, a very pertinent question to ask, the answer depends on whom you ask this question, the capitalist will tell you that it’s just meant for entertainment, but then you must ask yourselves whether it is an art form or not, if it is then isn’t it supposed to be more than just entertainment, isn’t it supposed to be food for thought as well like all other art forms, while it is true that cinema is subject to individual tastes and even to the underlying cultural sensitivities of the casual observer but the thought process involved in it’s appreciation is not. The way one may like or dislike Ayn Rand’s “The Fountainhead”, but to truly like or dislike it one must present convincing arguments and understanding the philosophy in the book is the paramount requisite for this, similarly one may like or dislike a certain form of art but it is none the less important to understand it.ritwik

It is indeed depressing to see how critical cinema is no longer debated the way it was, in fact it is alright to not watch it at all, we are constantly reminded that people have the choice to watch whatever they wish to watch just as a consumer is entitled to buy whatever he or she wishes to (at a price of course), but then people also have the right to kill themselves if they wish to, I wouldn’t call it the murder of the intellect but it is definitely equivalent to wasting the precious little consciousness which we are able to devote to activities other than work. So when Roger Ebert says that “The Transformers” is a bad piece of cinema, he is assaulted by one and all. For all the advanced medium of communications that we may have there is no intention of understanding each others point of view, it’s either your way or my way.

Even educated people have resigned themselves to the idea that it is the director’s fault when a good movie fails to gather public support; “the publicity and marketing must have been poor” is often used to describe the failure at the box office, while it may be true that publicity and marketing is important in today’s world, we tend to forget that it’s a skill that is taught in business and not film schools, the making of a good cinema has nothing to do with any of the business skills that the capitalist society at large stipulates that we possess. In the light of all this it would only be logical to assume that the blame lies squarely on the audience and the audience alone for the state which we are in. The thinking that because we pay for a show,  we are entitled to see what we believe is an act of convenience forced upon by the capitalist mindset.  Surely audience can have their own choices but these choices shouldn’t drown  the radical and the original.

The 60’s and 70’s were very tumultuous times throughout the world which saw the birth of many counter cultural movements, art forms and styles in cinema. Here in India the unfortunate incidents throughout the Naxalbari movement and it’s associated splinter movements wiped out an entire generation of very bright and intelligent students who were our link between the old and the new. The brutal state repression in the aftermath put off the entire student community in India from ever engaging in any kind of thinking and student politics since then has come to be dominated by individuals who are mediocre at best. This also damaged Bengali cinema beyond salvation, a state from which it is still yet to recover. An entire generation of potential film makers, screen play writers, musicians, directors and others wiped out in that political storm.

The advent of liberalization in the 90’s and the full blown market economy since then has almost desensitized that wound. Keeping this in mind we should note that is imperative that we preserve the extinct breed of the radical film maker who is languishing in the dark room of that forgotten government film institute for he/she will be the source of all advancements in cinema. It is the society’s responsibility to provide for and preserve this breed of cinema by providing the film maker with opportunity and resources ensuring in the process that critical cinema does not die out. This is as critical as ensuring the continued existence of subsidized university education on the lines of free primary education for a student bound by economic considerations cannot think freely and hence is incapable of creativity.

We often confuse the illusion of choice which the free market economy bestows upon as consumers as power. The real power lies in being able to discern the anesthetic facade which shields us from the reality and being able to think beyond it, the real power lies in watching the magic weaved by Ray, the simplicity of Hrishikesh Mukherjee’s  humor, understanding the dilemma of Gregory Peck’s character in “To Kill a Mocking Bird”, and the ability to distinguish between a photo and one frame of a cinema which captures a lifetime of feelings.

However on a more optimistic note, the same technology that has made globalization possible is also going to be our savior,  with improvements in technology the cost of making movies is bound to come down. The birth of the internet and social media allows us to reach to a wider net of individuals and blunts the advantage that the privileged have over the not so privileged. My sincere hope is that the same science which enshrined us in the modern age of reason also ensures the freedom of the individual from this materialistic madness.

I end this here with a song by the master who inspired us all to look inside and beyond.

Working Class Hero

As soon as your born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you’re clever and they despise a fool,
Till you’re so fucking crazy you can’t follow their rules,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

When they’ve tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can’t really function you’re so full of fear,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you’re so clever and classless and free,
But you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

There’s room at the top they are telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill,
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.

If you want to be a hero well just follow me,
If you want to be a hero well just follow me.

— John Lennon

Found a fascinating article by Vir Sanghvi on Kolkata

here it is

Most modern Indian cities strive to rise above ethnicity. Tell
anybody who lives in Bombay that he lives in a Maharashtrian city and
(unless of course, you are speaking to Bal Thackeray) he will take
immediate offence. We are cosmopolitan, he will say indigenously.
Tell a Delhiwalla that his is a Punjabi city (which, in many ways, it
is) and he will respond with much self-righteous nonsense about being
the nation’s capital, about the international composition of the
city’s elite etc. And tell a Bangalorean that he lives in a Kannadiga
city and you’ll get lots of techno-gaff about the internet revolution
and about how Bangalore is even more cosmopolitan than Bombay.

But, the only way to understand what Calcutta is about is recognize
that the city is essentially Bengali. What’s more, no Bengali minds
you saying that. Rather, he is proud of the fact. Calcutta’s
strengths and weaknesses mirror those of the Bengali character. It
has the drawbacks: the sudden passions, the cheerful chaos, the utter
contempt for mere commerce, the fiery response to the smallest
provocation. And it has the strengths (actually, I think of the
drawbacks as strengths in their own way). Calcutta embodies the
Bengali love of culture; the triumph of intellectualism over greed;
the complete transparency of all emotions, the disdain with which
hypocrisy and insincerity are treated; the warmth of genuine
humanity; and the supremacy of emotion over all other aspects of
human existence.

That’s why Calcutta is not for everyone.. You want your cities clean
and green; stick to Delhi. You want your cities, rich and impersonal;
go to Bombay. You want them high-tech and full of draught beer;
Bangalore’s your place. But if you want a city with a soul: come to
Calcutta.

When I look back on the years I’ve spent in Calcutta – and I come
back so many times each year that I often feel I’ve never been away -
I don’t remember the things that people remember about cities. When I
think of London, I think of the vast open spaces of Hyde Park. When I
think of New York, I think of the frenzy of Times Square. When I
think of Tokyo, I think of the bright lights of Shinjiku. And when I
think of Paris, I think of the Champs Elysee. But when I think of
Calcutta, I never think of any one place. I don’t focus on the
greenery of the maidan, the beauty of the Victoria Memorial, the
bustle of Burra Bazar or the splendour of the new Howrah ‘Bridge’. I
think of people. Because, finally, a city is more than bricks and
mortars, street lights and tarred roads. A city is the sum of its
people. And who can ever forget – or replicate – the people of Calcutta?

When I first came to live here, I was told that the city would grow
on me. What nobody told me was that the city would change my life. It
was in Calcutta that I learnt about true warmth; about simple human
decency; about love and friendship; about emotions and caring; about
truth and honesty. I learnt other things too. Coming from Bombay as I
did, it was a revelation to live in a city where people judged each
other on the things that really mattered; where they recognized that
being rich did not make you a better person – in fact, it might have
the opposite effect. I learnt also that if life is about more than
just money, it is about the things that other cities ignore; about
culture, about ideas, about art, and about passion. In Bombay, a man
with a relatively low income will salt some of it away for the day
when he gets a stock market tip. In Calcutta, a man with exactly the
same income will not know the difference between a debenture and a
dividend. But he will spend his money on the things that matter. Each
morning, he will read at least two newspapers and develop sharply
etched views on the state of the world.

Each evening, there will be fresh (ideally, fresh-water or river)
fish on his table. His children will be encouraged to learn to dance
or sing. His family will appreciate the power of poetry. And for him,
religion and culture will be in inextricably bound together.

Ah religion! Tell outsiders about the importance of Puja in Calcutta
and they’ll scoff. Don’t be silly, they’ll say. Puja is a religious
festival. And Bengal has voted for the CPM since 1977. How can
godless Bengal be so hung up on a religions festival? I never know
how to explain them that to a Bengali, religion consists of much more
than shouting Jai Shri Ram or pulling down somebody’s mosque. It has
little to do with meaningless ritual or sinister political activity.

The essence of Puja is that all the passions of Bengal converge:
emotion, culture, the love of life, the warmth of being together, the
joy of celebration, the pride in artistic ex-pression and yes, the
cult of the goddess. It may be about religion. But is about much more
than just worship. In which other part of India would small, not
particularly well-off localities, vie with each other to produce the
best pandals? Where else could puja pandals go beyond religion to
draw inspiration from
everything else? In the years I lived in Calcutta, the pandals
featured Amitabh Bachchan , Princes Diana and even Saddam Hussain!
Where else would children cry with the sheer emotional power of
Dashimi, upset that the Goddess had left their homes? Where else
would the whole city gooseflesh when the dhakis first begin to beat
their drums? Which other Indian festival – in any part of the country
- is so much about food, about going from one roadside stall to
another, following your nose as it trails the smells of cooking?

To understand Puja, you must understand Calcutta. And to understand
Calcutta, you must understand the Bengali. It’s not easy.

Certainly, you can’t do it till you come and live here, till you let
Calcutta suffuse your being, invade your bloodstream and steal your
soul. But once you have, you’ll love Calcutta forever. Wherever you
go, a bit of Calcutta will go with you.. I know, because it’s
happened to me. And every Puja, I am overcome by the magic of Bengal.

It’s a feeling that’ll never go away.

originally published in Passion for cinema

“History is a guide to navigation in perilous times. History is who we are and why we are the way we are.“- by David McCullough, there I go a very cliched beginning to my article but this one line pretty much sums up what I feel and what is going to be the theme hereafter.

Bollywood is a term that has very little historical importance if any ,the term has no definite origins but there is widespread agreement that the term first appeared in a magazine inspired from the term Hollywood ,and our fascination with the west and the west’s fascination with themselves ensured that the term became popular in public discourse, the term is in fact despised by many including Amitabh Bachhan, who understand that our Cinema is unique in it’s own sense, has grown up in conditions unlike anywhere in the world and has a history that is not fully understood by people who compare it to the American Film Industry popularly known as Hollywood, in many respects it amounts to trivialization of our film history and obliterating our unique identity in one single stroke of pen.

Perhaps no other film industry in the world has played a part so important in a country’s history as Cinema in India has, and succeeded in such large measures in the face of such insurmountable odds ,carrying a burden as big as defining the identity of a nascent nation waiting to find it’s feet after 200 years of servitude .The popular perception being that cinema is just another form of entertainment and is at most the reflection of the current situation, our cinema has time and again defied the conventions by projecting religious harmony, breaking taboos and displaying a utopia in times of utter distress, perhaps cinema along with cricket is the only sphere of society in India where your caste or religion of birth does not influence your fortunes in their true sense.
To emphasize the importance of our movies in the socio-political scenario I would like to quote Ramachandra Guha from the book India after Gandhi who says that:

“So long as the constitution is not amended beyond recognition ,so long as elections are held regularly and fairly and the ethos of secularism broadly prevails ,so long as citizens can speak and write in the language of their choosing ,so long as there is an integrated market and a moderately efficient civil service and army ,and – lest I forget – so long as Hindi films are watched and their songs sung ,India will survive.”

In a land fractured by linguistic and cultural differences the language of cinema has provided us with an important identity, a unifying one ,such is the power of this shared identity that Javed Saab remarks that we have an extra state in our federation ,a state called Hindi cinema ,a state which is the melting pot of all other states and defines who we are.

To put things in perspective we need to understand that unlike Hollywood when Cinema came to India ,we were still being ruled by the British and freedom struggle was in progress ,we were not sure of our destination or who we were ,in contrast American nation had been in existence for more than a century ,and had a well defined culture and identity ,while we had a multitude of languages, all of them contending for the top spot and hundreds of different cultures Hollywood knew that it’s language had to be English with one single culture to cater to ,while Hollywood had the status of an Industry and had all the capital in the world to invest ,Indian Cinema was started by rank amateurs at best with no money to invest and absolutely no market to promote and sell ,this problem was compounded by the fact that cinema was considered frivolous and morally corrupting by our National leaders as well as Britishers alike .Our leaders for a very very long time strongly believed that the colourful song and dance routines shown in Cinema would have a morally corrupting influence on the youth of the nation ,an attitude although mellowed persists till this date.
Quoting an excerpt from the book “India after Gandhi

In September 1950 the chief minister of Rajasthan rued the “baneful influence” of motion pictures while admitting that he had seen only one motion picture himself ,three years later the Chief minister of Madras echoed the same sentiments when he asked the poor wage earners not to see cinema as they could find “better use for the money “. This sentiment was not restricted to the political class alone ,and in December 1952 a committee appointed by the syndicate of Calcutta university found that a major reason for the high failure rate in exams was that students were spending too much time at the movies ,two years later a petition was sent to the Prime Minister claiming that films threatened “the moral health of the country” . Lilavati Munshi an MP from Rajya Sabha in the winter of 1954 argued that films can mar or make an entire generation. To this the great Prithvi Raj Kapoor countered that In a free society art could not be throttled. A compromise was reached and the Censor Board was constituted.

As if these problems weren’t enough Indian Cinema itself was shunned by intellectuals ,first by the British who considered the song and dance routines inspired from our epics as a sham and then by the Indian intellectuals ;while the Russians were singing “Mera Joota hai Japani…” ,the best theaters in town never showed Hindi movies and the English educated Indian elite shunned Indian movies ,even Satyajit Ray grew up (as he himself describes) on a copious diet of western movies ,rather than Indian films ,which probably influenced the way he and other parallel breed of Indian film makers thought ,indeed years later the great showman Raj Kapoor and Satyajit Ray would have a show down at one of the foreign film festivals ,quoting again from “Bollywood a History” this time from the film maker Shyam Bengal himself, who says:

The Bombay film industry always thought that Ray was not doing right by India. Raj Kapoor and he had a big spat once. Raj Kapoor’s film ,Jaagte Raho,directed by Shambu Mitra ,a famous Bengali theatre director who had the same stature as Ray in cinema .Shambu made the film and it won Raj Kapoor an award in the 1964 Karolvy Vary film festival ,the same year that Aparajito won the Golden Lion in Venice. They met up at some meeting where both were being felicitated. So Ray said it was a great recognition for Bengali cinema.
Raj Kpoor said ‘Why Bengali ,are you not an Indian ? Why do you say you are a Bengali film-maker?’
Ray said ,’I am a Bengali film-maker’.
Raj Kapoor said ,’Why can’t you say you are an Indian film maker? For god’s sake.’
That was the spat. At that time ,young Indians were encouraged to say that you were an Indian ,not Bengali or Maharashtrian or any other region.

Perhaps it’s better not to judge Satyajit Ray as he himself was disillusioned with the Indian system having faced innumerable difficulties while making Pather Panchali as he has detailed in his memoir “My years with Apu” , moreover Ray was one of the last great products of Bengali renaissance along with two of his contemporaries Ritwik Ghatak and Mrinal Sen who sought to revitalise a dying Indian culture ,but alas from Independence onwards Bengal could not revive that cultural movement and since then we have seen Bengal’s decline.

In fact the best known thinking men of Indian Cinema who laid the foundations of Hindi Cinema have come from Bengal, names such as Bimal Roy ,Hrishikesh Mukherjee ,Manna Dey ,Hemanto and others ,those early years will also be remembered as the golden age of Bengali Cinema a time that would not replicate itself again and today the baton of cinema has passed from Bengal to the South.

The incident highlighted above gives a measure of the cynicism prevailing in the Indian intellectuals four decades back ,perhaps something that we still see in the Indian educated middle class who shun everything from politics to films.

Quoting Benegal again in support of the above statement:

None of our national leaders cared for films, not even Nehru. Our pre-independent national leaders always saw popular Indian films as culturally wanting. They thought they were culturally not good enough ,not artistic enough, and did not help in the evolution and development of the culture. They always thought it was a very inferior kind of work. This attitude also infected the urban upper and middle-classes.

Perhaps many don’t know that Indian films until the 1930’s were like Hollywood movies but the arrival of sound totally transformed the scenario ,Shyam Benegal says :

During the silent film era of Indian cinema our films used to look like every other film made everywhere else in the world ,But the moment sound came we suddenly went back to our theatrical traditional form. That was the moment 1931 ,when our first sound film was made ,Alam Ara which had something like thirty songs and after that movies started having sixteen or seventeen songs ,and most films from then on used to have a huge number of songs ,because music was an essential part of Indian cinema .

This change reflects the way we think ,the way Indians see drama ,comedy and musical ,Western style has always been to classify material into various compartments or genres such as comedy ,musical ,thriller ,while we prefer to combine everything into one ,to take an analogy ,if we look at the classical western meal ,we will see that it comprises of a four or five courses with every course being served in a particular order ,while it’s Indian counter part is the “Thali” where everything is served at once and there are no specific rules for eating and one can definitely gorge on the dessert even before one has touched the main course.

To illustrate how our cinema has been in sync with our culture as a whole we must note that our folk tales ,epics and drama most notably Sanskrit drama which incidentally is called ‘Natya‘ ,these are mostly sung rather than being enacted and the character on the stage usually overplays himself/herself sometimes bordering on the hyperbole ,the plays/acts also tend to form a regular pattern like ,some tragedy followed by climax followed by a happy reunion ,and finally the moral lesson ,some notable examples are ‘Jatra‘ from West Bengal ,’Yakshagana‘ from Karnataka ,’Ram Leela‘ from North and many others.

In that sense movies with all the song ,dance/melodrama are just a continuation of our folksong/theater tradition ,which partly explains our fascination with cinema as a whole. and it is a trend that has continued in it’s various forms and facets well into the 21st century.

On a personal note I clearly remember my Kenyan classmate telling me that generally with western movies of another language you needed subtitles to understand the movie but with Indian films you could dispense with it since most of the communication was through body language and gestures ,in itself this was very simple observation but when taken in the entire perspective it showcases why our movies so simple to understand and are loved by one and all.

Delving back again into history we note that when Dhundiraj Govind Phalke ,popularly known as Dadasaheb Phalke saw The Life of Christ on screen and like a true visionary he instantly realized the potential that lay in this medium and how he could adapt the same for the Indian Audiences ,it instantly struck him that our epics and mythological stories would have provided ample raw material in the form of scripts and stories to be adapted on screen ,and remarkably for the first few years starting with the first movie Raja Harishchandra almost all movies barring a few exceptions tended to be mythologicals ,a trend that would go on well into the fifties and sixties. Quoting again from “Bollywood A History” : an excerpt published in the Phalke Centenary Souvenir published in 1970 ,Saraswatibai Phalke recounts the evening that changed the face of Indian Cinema :

We both went to see the ‘cinema’ in an illuminated tent on Sandhurst Road where a band was playing. It was called the America-India Cinematograph. The first class tickets were priced at eight annas. It was Christmas 1911 and the hall was crowded with Christians and Europeans .The lights were then switched off and there appeared the picture of a cock moving on the screen. This was the trade mark of the Pathe Company .Then a comic picture started ,featuring an actor called Foolshead. After every part of the film the lights were switched on and stage items of magic ,or physical feats were performed. The main picture that day was The Life of Christ. People were weeping on seeing the sufferings of Christ and the Crucifixion. The film was coloured in the Kinemacolour process. On the way back ,Dadasaheb said Like the life of Christ ,we shall make pictures about Rama and Krishna’ I was not at all happy to hear that and kept quiet.

After reading all this one may get the impression that Indian Cinema is only full of masala movies ,potboilers and mythologicals but remember that India is such a diverse country that for everything you tend to say about India the reverse is also probably true and we have had quite a few path breakers amongst ourselves ,though our artistic liberties were always curtailed considering the volatile socio political scenarios in our country people who dared to do things differently have always been rewarded. The 1936 film “Achhut Kanya” was perhaps more revolutionary than any other movie if we take into account the intense caste cauldron of the 1930’s ,it was a box office hit of it’s time and sent Ashok Kumar and Devika Rani’s careers into stardom ,the 1953 movie “Do Beegha Zameen” also tasted box office movie even though critics had hailed it as a great piece of realistic cinema ,in fact most of Bimal Roy’s movies managed to marry box office success with social reality ,but perhaps none can match the oddity of a movie that critics had predicted would fail miserably at the box office since it bucked the trend of melodrama and introduced the concept of a tragic ending ,the movie I am talking about is none other than Devdas based on a novel of the same by a Bengal renaissance writer Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay ,first adapted by PC Barua, the novel and the movie has since been adapted in most of the major Indian languages with adaptations continuing well into the 21st century. The entire novel has been described as a tragedy from the start to end but still it was lapped up by the audiences like never before ,apart from this there have been many notable exceptions at regular intervals which have constantly baffled analysts who look for a continuous trend at the box office ,perhaps the only pattern that emerges from this is that any concept ,whether old or radical ,suitably indianised and presented in a good format will be lapped up by the audiences.

The tradition of singing is perhaps as old as the Vedas and classical music has had deep roots in this country ,this combined with the Mughal and Persian style of Sufi Music created a unique art form called the Hindustani ,and along with it’s southern counterpart the Carnatic style of music completed the Indian classical picture .After the advent of the British and the demise of the Indian rulers the patronage that these traditional artists enjoyed also disappeared and this nearly resulted in the death of the classical form of music in the north ,down south the traditions were stronger and classical music had survived.

As I have already mentioned before that Indian Cinema parted ways with the west with the coming of the sound ,perhaps this was inevitable owing to our strong traditions in the field of music but this none the less changed the whole scene in India.

This also brings us to another unique Indian invention called Playback Singing ,the origins of this can be traced to the fact that Indians did not have high quality sound equipment or good studios to begin with ,and this caused a lot of problem since it was almost impossible to shoot in sync sound with so much of noise around you ,so people came up with an alternative in which they would make the actors lip sync while shooting in the open and then later record the sound at the studio.

This was revolutionary in the sense that this combined with our musical traditions would ensure the marriage of Indian classical music with Indian Cinema and lead to the birth of another Industry.

It would be interesting to note that in the beginning Film music like acting was considered frivolous ,unsuitable for respectable people in society ,even the big names in music shunned it entirely ,an interesting anecdote mentioned by Naushad himself goes as follows ,Naushad and Asif had gone to Ustad Bade Ghulam Ali Khan to persuade him to sing for Asif’s upcoming movie.

Khaan Saab loved eating, and the more people, the merrier. We arrived in time for a meal. On seeing us, he asked us for the reason for our visit.I explained the reason.But he refused point blank ,as he found singing in films very frivolous. ‘Naushad saab’ ,he said ,’three minutes was not enough for anybody to sing ,especially people like me who need at least half an hour to clear my throat.’

However Asif eventually proved to be a persuasive fellow ,and finally got Khaan Saab to sing for his movie ,the movie was Mughal-E-Azam and the rest as they say is history.

But as this incident shows it was not easy for the early directors and film makers to get talented people from the middle and upper middle class involved in their ventures ,even acting was considered something of a taboo ,as with this incident there were innumerable such incidents which show that Indian Cinema has indeed been very lucky to reach a place it has today.

It has been blamed for everything starting from students failing in the schools/colleges to increasing crime rate in society ,from destroying the Indian culture to being a corrupting influence on the youth. Devoid of capital ,facing increased censorship in the face of competition from foreign films ,facing lack of infrastructure, black money ,extortion ,an uncertain future ,repression at the hands of foreign rulers and not to forget neglect from the Indian intelligentsia ,Indian cinema has done more than what was expected of it by carrying the burden of a nascent nation and by defining the identity of India in a way that makes us all proud.

(sample this: while our early cinema was mostly harmless mythology preaching victory of good over evil ,the west was making classics like “The Birth of a Nation” by D.W .Griffith which would go on to popularize Ku Klux Klan)

The anecdotes presented here are just a few that come to my mind when I think about our past ,a more detailed account is beyond the scope of this article ,however without being judgemental or emotional we can safely say that over the years Hindi Cinema has carved a unique identity of it’s own which is separate from foreign cinema esp western cinema ,this becomes more evident when we see the impact of Indian cinema in Africa ,the Middle East and Far east in a way that is very different from Hollywood ,whatever may be the readers interpretation of the recent success of Slumdog Millionaire ,one clear inference which can be drawn from this entire episode is that the concept of Indian Masala is still alien to the west owing to it’s uniqueness.

Hindi Cinemas lack of presence at Western movie awards like the Oscars doesn’t necessarily represent the lack of creativity or quality in Indian cinema ,it does however represent a lack of appreciation or understanding for a unique form like ours.

This does not mean that masala is the only type of movies that we can produce ,it would be important to note that although we did experiment with the khichdi form of movie making from early on in our history ,true blue masala movies only began with Amitabh Bachhan’s arrival and till then movies used to be script based ,even with Hindi parallel cinema which began with Ray’s brilliant Apu Trilogy has had relatively few successes at the international level (if we discount big names like Ray).

This phenomenon has often led to the charge that Indian cinema does not have the quality of Hollywood , a charge which does not hold much water not only because quality is a subjective term but also for the reason that Indian film-makers have experimented with numerous genres of cinema and produced ample amount of critically acclaimed movies ,names like Guru Dutt ,Bimal Roy ,Hrishikesh Mukherjee ,Adoor Gopalakrishnan ,Shyam Benegal are known throughout India as legends of realistic cinema but inspite of their repeated efforts their movies have failed to project India as a maker of quality movies in the West.

The charge that Indian audiences don’t like departure from masala also doesn’t hold any water,as mentioned earlier they have time and again proved that they can handle radical content and themes provided that the content has been suitably Indianised and presented properly. In fact during this discussion ,detractors often miss the point that in Hollywood too the movies that have been hailed as masterpieces and path breaking have mostly been products of independent cinema ,the major studios on the other hand are mostly involved in what can be at best termed as ‘Hollywood Masala’ and it is this particular kind of movie that provides Hollywood with the kind of economy of scale that it is known for.

It would be safe to assume at this point that with the evolution of free market and betterment of living standards in India the markets for this parallel breed of cinema will find more lovers and the tag of Indian films being unidimensional would also disappear ,till then we can take pride in the fact that Indian cinema has carved us a unique identity in the face of insurmountable odds and is poised to overtake Hollywood in terms of economy and impact over the next few years.

I leave it here with a quote from the book “Maximum City” by Suketu Mehta who writes :

India is one of the few territories in which Hollywood has been unable to make more than a dent; Hollwood films make up barely 5% of the country’s market. Resourceful saboteurs ,the Hindi movie-makers. When every other country’s cinema had fallen before Hollywood ,India met Hollywood the Hindu way. It welcomed it, swallowed it whole and regurgitated it. What went in ,blended with everything that had existed before ,and came back out with ten new heads.

References and Suggested Reading:

- India After Gandhi by Ramachandra Guha -Picador India Publications
- Bollywood A History by Mihir Bose – Roli Books
- The Elephant ,The Tiger and The Cellphone by Shashi Tharoor
- Maximum City by Suketu Mehta -Random Publications
- Diversity of Indian Cinema
- Cinema of India (wikipedia)
- Chetan Anand -Maker of innovative Cinema (The Hindu)
- My Years with Apu – Memoir by Satyajit Ray

I have watched hundreds of movies in my adolescence thanks to HBO ,Star Movies ,Sony and Zee Cinema and a few regional ones too when I was a kid, and I always remembered each scene from every movie ,so much so that one or two frames were sufficient for me to make out the name of movie ,but as amazing as this sounds this love didn’t actually start by watching movies ,not even by watching movies like “Pather Pachali” which everyone talks about.

This love began by reading books and that too by our very own Satyajit Ray ,as a kid I used to gorge on his collection of Feluda stories and Sandesh magazines ,but being an NRB (Non-Resident Bengali) I couldn’t read Bengali myself so I had to contend with the abridged English translated ones ,which were like half baked Singaras(Samosa) ,anyways my father being the avid book lover that he is, painstakingly taught me the Bengali syllables and brought home some of the original works written by the Legend himself .

And so there in started the journey of my love affair with Books and Movies ,you see It’s not ironical or coincidental that the Bengali term for a feature film is the same as that of a book namely “Boi” ,because for a “Baangali”(as we term ourselves) Cinema like so many other things in life always originates from books ,many wouldn’t call the Feluda series a book on Cinema but I find that whenever I see a good suspense thriller I find the elements of it’s screenplay in my very own Feluda stories, I haven’t seen a series or a set of characters so apt for movie making ,it’s like reading a tautly written thriller script ,the books have their own share of highs and lows and are filled with Climax scenes where the reader shows his/her excitement by exclaiming ,bursting into fits of laughter and occassionally as my mother remarks by rolling on the floor.

When I saw “Pather Panchali” for the first time I could not make the head or tail out of it , coz I was a kid back then and all the symbolisms and subtelties were beyond my comprehension ,I was much happier seeing “Gupi & Bagha” in action ,and watching Feluda ride atop a camel in Sonar Kella ,today after so many years I feel that there is an immense need for such movies ,movies which have helped countless others in my generation to be fascinated and influenced by the celluloid and kindled an unbridled love for the medium.

Anyways getting back to our Feluda Series ,Prodosh Mitter a.k.a Feluda was my hero back then and still is ,I haven’t seen a cooler character than him on screen or off-screen ,James Bond does not even come close ,lighting a cigarette ,carrying his old Colt and the ability to think on his feet made him my “Superman” ,actually you see with a six-feet stature Feluda was a formidable presence among the Bengalis who seldom cross the six feet mark ,and add to that the heady mix of the other two characters ,”Jatayu”(the bumbling Bengali) and the apprentice “Topshe” and you have yourself a kick ass combination ,it’s a beautiful lesson in how you should mould your characters “A combination of contrasts and idiosyncrasies”. Thanks to Feluda I got that lesson in script writing long back.

Moving on to other “Filmi Characters” ,next on my coolness list is none other than the next best on an average Bengali’s Top Ten; the evergreen ,the enigmatic and the charismatic “Sherlock Holmes” , the IT industry may have popularized the term ,”domain expert” recently but Holmes is the guy who actually invented it ,Watson himself remarks while introducing the great detective that for a man of his stature it’s astounding as to how he lacks basic knowledge of Politics and who is who in this world but has great knowledge of the kind of soil found in Northern England ,this amazing level of concentrated knowledge was the key to my decision to join Engineering and my love for Science later in my life ,again it’s a detective series that seems to have been tailor made for a movie script ,the same degree of contrasts ,detailed Character sketches ,the climax and the build up to the climax ,you name it and it’s there ,the scenes are so vividly described that you need not stage them as the reader does this himself/herself in his/her mind. It’s like watching “Alfred Hitchcock” ,who never showed the actual murder or incident on screen and left the visualization for the audiences ,a key to maintaining interest in the script.
and lthough “Sherlock Holmes” been adapted into screenplays and movies ,I just can’t seem to be getting enough of him.

Third on my list is another Bengali Favorite .For any kid who has spent his time devouring children’s magazine,”Tintin” is the first thing that comes to your mind , if you are a parent it presents an additional problem because every kid wants a dog like snowy and expects his friends to be like Captain Haddock and Professor Calculus ,Tinting is not only a fascinating investigator/reporter but his adventures cultivate a love of the outdoors for kids in this age of video games, Tintin and gang are another example of a lovable set of characters whose likes and dislikes are very well etched and detailed and hence it is possible to fall in love with them ,after all who can forget liners like “Billions of bilious blue blistering barnacles!” and “Ten thousand thundering typhoons!” by “Captain Haddock” Again a great lesson in script writing and character sketching any given day.

Moving onto the others section :
First amongst the others that are on on my list would be ,”Super Commando Dhruv”or more fondly called “SCD”(jab SCD ko gussa aata hai to wo patthar ki deewar bhi tod deta hai”),so much so that whenever I read SCD comics I feel like saying “Lights” ,”Camera” “Action” ,not only does SCD have a detailed past history and likes and dislikes , he is a great role model because unlike other vigilantes he catches the criminals and hands them over to the police ,and there is always an old world good vs evil tinge to his battles with villains ,which are epic most of the time .Also SCD does not have any special powers ,he is a combination of muscles and brain and has enough friends in the vigilante community to help him out of tight situations,dunno why after all this Anurag has chosen Doga ,guess he likes the darkness in that story.

A few other names that come to my mind are
“Chacha Chaudhary” (Inka Dimaag Computer se bhi tez chalta hai) ,character sketching is partly lacking but will make for a fantastic adaptation in the form of a TV series ,(The one that was made was not upto the standard ,I am talking about million dollar production values here).

“Baatul the great” (again any Bengalis out there ? :) )

“Bankelaal”(anybody remember him ?) ,a very dark and at the same time funny character ,along with his mate Vikram Singh ,he would make for a lovable adaptation in the form of a TV Series.

Birbal and Tenali : Our eternal favorites .Ashutosh did a great injustice to Jodha Akbar by not having Birbal in it ,and whoever said Indians didn’t have enough IQ obviously never met or heard about Tenali Raman ,I understand that he has since been adapted into a comic strip but I would love to see a filmi adaptation as well.

My other favorites are more recent ,like Harry Potter ,I am utterly disappointed with what Warner Brothers did to that series ,instead of focussing on the characters and the story they like all other Hollywood studios have decided instead to invest on CGI ,and slam-bang kind of publicity.

So that’s it folks …………btw I am still knee deep in Nostalgia out here :) .

Originally posted in PFC—- http://passionforcinema.com/the-pop-generation-nostalgia-revisited/

I grew up in the 90’s when DD Metro was taking it’s baby steps ,and cable was in it’s infancy in India ,people who have grown up during that time will recollect what it was like ,our childhood was synonymous with uncle Scrooge ,Baloo ,Mowgli and others.

A time when kids still eagerly awaited the Sunday morning for their dose of Chandrakanta ,Shaktiman and Disney Hour ,anyways I am getting nostalgic here and perhaps digressing from the topic of this post.
Anyways it all came to my mind when I saw the post on Doordarshan classics in PFC a few months back ,I still see people digging it out of it’s grave and commenting on it ,if I am not wrong the number of comments are past 300 ,a testament to the love and nostalgia that the 20 something generation has for that bygone era ,anyways I thought that the post didn’t capture the other aspect of the 90’s ,the music videos and private albums.

It all started with Baba Sehgal and his pop brigade ,the “aaja meri gaadi mein baith ja” and “peecha karo” songs ,the catchy tunes and the youthful feeling of the songs was lapped up by the audiences who were perhaps tired of listening to Kumar Saanu and Alka Yagnik crooning their voices in every other song(no offence to the fans of the two singers ) and it started a whole generation of video albums ,with many others following in his footsteps.

But the mai-baap of all pop videos was yet to arrive ,an album which would turn the music world upside down ,yes “Meherbaan and Kadardaan” I am talking about none other than the album “Made in India” by Alisha Chinai ,boy you would have to be there in that time if you were to see the hysteria that the video generated.

Everywhere I went ,the paan-wala ,the chai-wala ,our doodh-wala ,the subzi waala ,the mechanic ,even the machhi wali ,everyone was singing “japan se lekar russia” and every channel and countdown show(another land mark program of the 90’s) ,there were tonnes of them (not the channels ,the countdown shows), and each one of em was playing the song ,I bought the cassette on the second or third day of the song hitting the air waves ,it still plays itself dutifully whenever my father wants to listen to some tunes from his past.

As if this milestone in history wasn’t enough ,down came our very own “dharti-puttar” “Daler Mehndi” in his fashionable trademark matching Pagdi , Lungi and Kurta , his “tunak tunak tun” started it all ,the flood of Punjabi music videos, and from then on if I remember correctly every third music video was a Punjabi music video ,the theme was always the same in those videos ,either the singer himself was the lover or there was always a sadda desi hero who fell in love with this pardesi babe like girl wearing Mini skirts or a short one-piece ,walking around with a gunda like villain in a high-end automobile ,the boy would try to catch the attention of the girl and fail but in the end like all traditional Indian love stories ,sadda desi hero used to walk away with the girl leaving the villain with munh-kala (black face) ,it got boring after a point but the “babes” always spiced up the videos in case the music couldn’t.

And in between there were other revelations whom we enjoyed a lot like KK ,Shubha Mudgal ,Rajeshwari ,shivani ,Sunita Rao ,Lucky Ali ,and bands like Strings,Aryans ,Euphoria,many Pakistani bands others ,even Sonu Nigam debuted with his sweet love story based videos. In fact if you look back many of the artistes we see today made their mark in those days.

Some things which I recollect from those times
–Falguni Pathak’s videos ,very melodious songs(I guess a too much melody for my tastes) with
. almost always the same kind of setting ,a young girl and puppy love.

–Euphoria ,they came with a bang in their first song ,interesting videos ,though Palash didn’t
have the best voice around ,his songs had a kind of energy in them.
–Lucky Ali ,abstract videos with an all white theme.

–Remixes ,good ones by Suketu ,I still listen to “Hum Bewafa hargiz na the”.
–The fact that some videos had interesting story lines ,which stretched into the second or third
releases ,for eg .the song “Piya Basanti Re” ,I remember the curiosity it generated.

But like all cultural phenomenon this was also destined to expire and so it did ,with the advent of the Yash Raj brigade and others bollywood music came back and the ageing video album stars couldn’t sustain the youthful appeal any longer.
Whenever I look back at those days I remember that the thing which most appealed to me about private music albums was that they were less costly to make and more people could get a chance at making their name in the music Industry plus video albums were always more imaginative ,in addition to the song you had something else to look forward to hah! that is not the case anymore……guess I am getting nostalgic again…..will stop here for now.

What is the definition of a good movie ? Is it about

1 . Technique ?

2 . Execution ?

3. Story ?

4. Screenplay ?

5. All this and everything I forgot to mention.

The answer according to me is none of the above ,it’s when a movie kicks you in your guts so hard that you keep thinking about it all the way to your home and even after.

The experience of watching “The Revolutionary Road “on Saturday was similar, the purposelessness of existence ,the banality of everyday chores ,the repetitiveness of routines and finally the hopelessness arising out of it has been so brilliantly captured in this movie that it sent me hurtling down into a sea of personal memories ,memories which I have kept at bay for a long long time ,images of my mother sacrificing so much and so often for the sake of raising her two kids ,in fact it is the story of every Housewife who eats after her family has finished eating. A mother whose very existence is defined by her capacity to serve her kids and husband ,an everyday struggle so selfless that tears well up in your eyes.

It doesn’t make for a spectacular suffering ,the ones that many film-makers and photographers like ,the ones that adorn the pages of a national geographic or TIME , but a prolonged and quiet one which does not interest many ,the movie had the same haunting feeling to it as the one I felt after watching “The Namesake” which brought back the memories of my Bengali father coming out of a traditional setting and struggling in an alien environment to provide for and raise his two kids and his wife ,watching his kids talk in an alien language at home and following an alien culture.

It is very hard to capture this pain of existence and this is where the genius of the director comes alive ,many overdo it by putting in too much dialogues and monologues ,while relegating the silence of suffering to the background. No wonder the most moving moments of world cinema are actually without dialogues and the most riveting description of human tragedy are actually still photographs.

The scene with Kate standing in the room after the botched attempt at self-abortion ,blood dripping onto the carpet ,staring on into the open is one of the most poignant scenes that I have watched on screen ,in terms of impact ,I rate it second only to the scene in Namesake where Gogol stands in the university room where his father died ,and spontaneously bursts into a sea of grief , it’s the depiction of pain in it’s most fragile and subtle form .

This is not an objective analysis of the movie but an emotional one because I never believed in objective deconstruction of things which are supposed to appeal to your heart and mind ,I wanted this post to be a bit longer but the I feel the profoundness of an experience cannot measured by the abundance of words by by the lack of it.

The old monk rolling on the pavement…..empty to the last drop ,The Fountainhead half open ,last few pages missing .I try and shrug off the hangover as the street dog around the corner barks at me , and the reflection of the sun coming from the “chavannis” and “one rupee coins” blinds me .

I am sleeping on some street ….. ,am homeless ?? ……I was mugged ?? or am I in my fucking dreams ?? dunno what happened……..a black T…….tattered cargos , a pair of chappals and a “VIP frenchie” is all that I have on me…….I try and sniff ,I smell of vomit and shit or a mixture of both ,hard to tell…….. I rumble through my pockets for anything which might explain where I am or what am I doing here……but they turn out to be empty…….

and before I can get any further my alarm bell rings……like a movie this dream always ends at this point ,at this precise fucking point……..and in spite of my repeated efforts I have never been able to get past the last point…….If there is even an iota of truth in the saying that morning dreams come true…..then I am in deep shit coz the number of occurrences of this dream has crossed the statistical boundaries of probability…….

dunno what I wanted to say really by writing this post……..guess I am lost just like in my dreams……….sorry if I wasted your time.