Friday, June 19, 2009
Here is another of my pictures from my trip. I had waited for quite some time to get a picture like this. At last I got a couple who went near the waves to have a taste of the power of the sea. And yes they did get the taste. I took many shots. They tasted a few more similar waves after this. But well as you see, this was hard experiment for them. They soon left the place. But they also left behind a good shot in my camera. :-)
Monday, June 1, 2009
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Wednesday, March 4, 2009
During my schooldays I had many dreams, much more wishes, and much colourful dreams. A child’s mind is always busy doing something or the other that might seem foolish and useless to the grown-ups. But the sweetness of childhood is so true to the heart of the child that it keeps him closer to heaven. The other day I was cleaning my library when I came across a four page manuscript. When I saw it, I smiled, kept down the duster, and sat down on the sofa to read it. The manuscript bore the title, foreword, contents, and the first page of the first chapter of a book that I had started writing in my childhood. It was called – “Astronomy for Children: the Birthday and Life of the Universe”. I had never completed the book. I do not remember why I had stopped writing after I had written the first page. But the little that exists has touched my heart. It even wonders me how I thought that I might be publishing it when I would become a man and accordingly I wrote the foreword at that time making it sound like a grown-up man. Here it goes:
Astronomy for Children: The Birthday and Life of the Universe
By Subhanjan Sengupta
My Dear Children,
When I started writing this book, I remember, I was fifteen. The year I wrote this was a trammelled year for me. My results at class tests were pathetic and there were grown-ups all around staring at me with their blinding grim eyes. But that did not stop me from writing for you. And that’s because I had always felt a profound love for you.
When I first sat down to write this book, I was about to become a teenager. In a way, I was a child myself. But I had love for children younger to me. And I always felt I had to write something for you; something that would be sweet, yet scientific to you. And thus my pen got busy to write this book. Moreover, I could have never written this if I had been a grown-up. Most lose their sense of beauty and sense of purpose when they become grown-ups.
I dedicate this book to all of you who read it. Young boys and girls fall in love with each other. And I wish this book makes you fall in love with stars.
The Universe speaks:
"Hello children, I am your Universe. Today I am going to tell you my story. Here is my story in the following chapters:
Chapter 1 - 'My Birthday'
Chapter 2 - 'I Am a Family'
Chapter 3 - 'My Lifestyle'
Chapter 4 - 'The Solar Family'
Chapter 5 - 'Your Earth and Your Moon'
Chapter 6 - 'Man’s Quest for Cosmic Knowledge'
Chapter 7 - 'Probes and Satellites'
Chapter 8 - 'The End' "
I am your universe.
I was born in one magic moment ten to twenty thousand million years ago. And believe me; no one knows what was there before my birth. May be nothing at all; no time, no space. My birth was the very first second created. And that second was created because I was born. This seems weird. Isn’t it? Well listen to this:
I was born. And billions of years after that on my lap was born your mom and dad, and then you. For all of us, our birthdays have a similarity. And what is that similarity? That similarity is that we all have mothers. You have a mother. I had a mother too. Your mother is a sweet woman. My mother was something extremely hot and of an incredibly high density.
Now let us discuss what density is. When we say that something is dense, we mean that it is closely packed. For example, when we say that a crowd is dense, we mean that there are lots of people in the crowd and the people are very close to each other. It is this quality of being dense that is known as density. So when I say I was born from something of very high density, I mean that my birth was out of something that was made up of matter which was very closely packed."
I do not remember what happened after this; why I had not written any further. I only wish I had completed the book. I wonder whether I have that mind and heart to try to go down deep inside my soul and explore the child inside me to start writing again. I wish I had even a little bit of the child-like-enthusiasm that Exupery had.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
This January I had gone out for the kind of street photography that professionals and highly skilled ameatures go out for. But I did with little experience and gadgets. I had chosen Joydev Mela - a huge religious and village fair held at Kenduli - as my assignment. In the midst of lakhs of rural people and pilgrims, I was carrying out my street photography. And believe me, it was a brilliant experience. I realised how hard and enjoying photography is.
Out of the many pictures that I had taken, here is one of a few village children. I like the different expressions. The shyness of one is an interesting element in this picture where the rest of the children are comfortable with my camera.
Taking pictures of the children was a very enjoyable experience. First you need to have the courage to approach them although their parents are present over there. It is very important to make friendship with them and make them feel comfortable with your presence. Communication, as all intellectuals have said, and as Suvro Sir (whom some of you know and many have turned a deaf ear to) repeatedly says, is the key to success in whatever one does. I had built up a friendship with these children and their parents by giving a great smile to them, by taking many pictures of them, and by showing them their pictures. On seeing their pictures they not only felt happy but allowed me to many more pictures. There was joy in the environment and I was enjoying my work more than ever. It is important that you become sensitive to your subject and laugh and cry with them. You are bound to have good pictures. As all mediums of art, photography too is all about your heart and mind. It is all about the world, its people, and you.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
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Friday, January 2, 2009
For those who do not know the story, here is a synopsis of the story.
The protagonist of the movie is Mr. Sanjay Singhania, who is the chairman of a national mobile company. A very successful businessman as he is, he is a well-known personality. He falls in love with an upcoming model called Kalpana, whose role is played by bollywood débutant Asin Thottumkal. Kalpana is a young and vivacious girl who is a struggling model. By the peer misunderstanding and pressure of her boss in the advertising firm she works, she proclaims herself as the girlfriend of the successful entrepreneur and quickly climbs up the ladder and promotes her firm. Infuriated by this scandal Sanjay Singhania decided to settle matters with this girl called Kalpana whom he had never even seen. But the movie took a turn when on the way Sanjay sees a kind hearted girl on the road helping disabled children to cross the gate of a museum because at the gate there were grills laid on the ground and the crutches of the disabled children got stuck in the gaps. It was not long after that when Sanjay met Kalpana and realised that she was that very girl. Sanjay disguises himself as Sachin and relates to Kalpana. Slowly the relationship grows from friendship to love. Kalpana, not knowing that Sachin is Sanjay Singhania himself, falls in love with him.
But the movie takes a big turn in its story line when kind-hearted and morally conscious Kalpana becomes a target of the notorious business tycoon Ghajini and his henchmen after she foils their plot to sell girls into prostitution. Kalpana is brutally killed right in front of Sanjay and then Sanjay was hit hard in the head that subsequently caused him Anterograde Amnesia. After rehabilitation, he becomes obsessed with avenging the murder of his beloved and has tattoos spread all over the torso to remind him of his intensions.
One has to see the movie to get a good grasp of the story as it is very hard for me to portray the movie in the reader’s mind by words. There is a lot of detailing in the movie and one has to keep his eyes open to notice every minute detailing. And with this detailing is woven a chain of small events that make the complete structure.
As the movie deals with the psychological turmoil of the protagonist, a lot of care has been taken to give a vivid idea of the kind of life that Sanjay is living. As a result of memory loss after every fifteen minutes, he keeps an alarm clock with him that rings an alarm after every fifteen minutes. When the alarm rings, he realises that he has forgotten everything and brings out several photographs that he had taken of his doctor, his manager, his apartment, different streets, buses, auto rickshaws, and of people that he is supposed to remember. And by seeing those pictures he decides what he is supposed to do next. At the end of every fifteen minutes he forgets what his purpose is and his mind becomes blank like a white sheet of paper. He does not even know his name. Imagine a man living like this for years at a stretch. All because he was hit hard by an iron rod on the head and he does not even remember what happened to him, leave alone who did and why. His room is filled with exhaustive detailing – the kind that you do not see generally in ordinary movies. Sheets of road maps with photographs attached all over to remind him where to go, how to go, and the reason to go. The walls are cluttered with graffiti “Kill Him”. But he forgets every fifteen minutes whom to kill and why. He screams and cries out of terrible anxiety. He struggles all day. His tables are full of boxes with details written over them of what they contain. One has his wallet, one has his watch, one the photographs, so on and so forth. In the bathroom, it is written on a paper: Open your tee shirt. As he opens he sees the tattoos and is reminded that Kalpana was killed and that he is to take revenge. He grows mad at the sight of his torso and cries and struggles all day trying to remember what had happened and whom he is supposed to kill. The videography of the movie is of such excellence that I can guarantee that it is one of the best. The environment of his apartment and his anxiety has been blended so well that it seems that you are yourself there present in the room with him and witnessing the trauma. It pains the viewer to see the condition of the protagonist – a very important characteristic of a good movie. And along with such spectacular effect comes the brilliant acting of Amir Khan. I can claim that very few present actors of Bollywood come anywhere near to the talent of Amir Khan. There is no doubt in the fact that even King Khan does not come anywhere near to him. The expressions of Amir Khan, the portrayal of the character, and the exuding of anxiety of the character could not have been done better. I was simply amazed and emotionally charged in the scene where he was able to take his revenge finally on Ghajini. It was a very touching scene where he was engaged in a violent encounter with Ghajini. But while being violent he was crying pathetically and wiping his tears away from his face with blood stained hands. The agony that the character was going through hit the heart of the audience. One is left with several questions in one’s mind on what could have been going through the mind of the protagonist when he was taking the final revenge.
But my favourite character in the movie was that of Kalpana. She is the kind of character that brings colour to any story. Bright, vibrant, child-like enthusiasm - all blended into one simple soul. One is charmed by the kind-hearted and childish Kalpana. While she helps an blind old man cross a busy market, she narrates to him every interesting event taking place in the market: children singing, a woman beating up her husband with vegetables, the chiming of the temple bell, the radio screaming out Bollywood numbers at a shop, so on and so forth. One is simply charmed by such a beautiful character. The character makes us question on our own characters. It teaches us the necessity to be happy and lively no matter what happens and work for the good. The child-like enthusiasm teaches us how beautiful a human can be. The very framing of her sentences shows her as a very straight forward girl who is very concrete in her thoughts and exudes a lot of self-confidence. One is amused by how she is able to save several young girls from the hands of women traffickers on a Goa bound train. But as the rule of the world goes, the good never survives for long. The price of being a good man was crucifixion about two thousand years ago. And that has not changed much. Kalpana was brutally killed by Ghajini, who was the mastermind of the entire trafficking system. And at this point of the movie, the entire hall was spell bound and terribly anguished. The videography of the movie is such that it pains you down to the depth of your heart. A very important aspect of photography or videography is to show the ambience from the eyelevel of the subject. That might sound easy. But trust me it is a very difficult task to do. While Sanjay was lying on the floor weeping and his head bleeding, the movie showed our dear Kalpana being brutally murdered from the eyelevel of Sanjay. A scene like that was very hard to accept for a soft hearted person like me. Imagine a scene where a girl of a gentle and kind soul lying on a pool of blood on the floor, trembling with pain and extending her arms for help from her beloved who is himself lying half conscious and bleeding. And at that moment Ghajini comes and hits the head of the girl hard with a rod of iron in the way you hit a ball with your cricket bat. And imagine yourself seeing all these from the eyelevel of Sanjay who is lying on the floor half conscious and seeing his love murdered. In very few movies, I had been forced to close my eyes for a few seconds. This was one such. And I simply could not take it. But I can claim that the portrayal of this situation was far more than extraordinary and deserves wide applause. It was beyond words.
After seeing that one can realise the mental turmoil Sanjay had to undergo. Imagine yourself seeing your friend, or wife, or daughter being murdered like that. And you have faint glimpses of that memory and forget that in every fifteen minutes. And then you scream and cry like anything until by seeing every odd picture and graffiti all around your room you realise that someone was killed and that you have to kill the killer. Such psychoilogial turmoil is a very difficult subject for any work of art and calls for great talent and hard work. And I am happy to say that Ghajini is not merely successful in this, but has done very fine artistic work.
The most brilliant part of any work of fiction, I believe, is the catharsis. Catharsis is very important because it is terribly unfair to leave the audience or reader in extreme pain. A balance has to be struck between joy and pain and that is very much necessary as that not only proves the level of dexterity of the writer or the crew making the movie, but also comforts the reader and audience to a great extent. And the catharsis of Ghajini was one of the best I have ever experienced. The catharsis was at the end. The very mood of the movie changes after Sanjay had taken the revenge. He celebrates the birthday party of an orphan at an orphanage named after Kalpana. A medical student - who had helped him in taking his revenge and had helped his to recover his memories - gives him a gift. When he opens the gift, he is rendered spell bound by the sight of that slab of cement on which Kalpana had taken their footprints when they had entered their new apartment. While seeing the slab, Sanjay’s thoughts go back to Kalpana and he can almost see Kalpana sitting beside him and smiling at him. He holds her hand close to his heart and the camera shows a 360 degree close-up view of the two souls simply sitting there quietly and looking into each other’s eyes. The background instrumental music was one of the finest that I had ever heard as it blended so brilliantly with the mood that one hardly finds words to portray it. Your heart almost throbs at the same pace as that of Sanjay and you go through a spectacular catharsis. And I, being a soft hearted man by nature, was in desperate need for something like this after having witnessed a lot of turmoil in the movie.
The movie is divided in two parts. One is the current state of things. The other is a flash back. I strongly believe that the two has been blended very well. Some might argue that the flash backs were too long and have ruined the movie. But I would beg to differ with them. To me, the flash backs seemed necessary for the movie and seemed to blend well with the present.
The tracks are good. But not all of them. The track ‘Ay Bacchu’ was of a different kind and was a funny one. It had a good blend of rock and carnival-type music. And choreography was also finely designed with no stupid and unnecessary elements. The track ‘Behka’ may seem a little bit stupid. But the choreography is very different and has some unique features like 90 degree rotation of the lens, duplicate characters, and vibrant colours. The most amazing videography can be observed in the track ‘Guzareesh’. The sand dunes and the placing of subjects on the dunes were simple and spectacular. It was a good artistic endeavour. Now if you come to the quality of music, it can not be better than that of the theme music – Kaise Mujhe. Of course there are far more laudable tracks in the world of music. But this one is not far behind. It captures the mood of the story very well. But I do not feel like listening to it as it reminds me of all the pain in the movie. But that does not mean it is not worthy to be heard. In fact it is worthy to be kept in your collection. The track ‘Lattoo’ was a worthless one. No doubt about that.
As far as the violence is concerned, the videography had been excellent. But there are certain things about Indian movies that just can not be digested. One of them is the weird super human type of fighting. Whether it is Sholay or Ghajini, it is very hard to digest how can a man still stand up and fight after a rod had passed through his tummy or diaphragm. Medical Science obeys no boundaries in Indian Movies. That is very much unacceptable.
Apart from this negative aspect of the scenes depicting violence, the over all appeal that the movie makes is laudable and makes it a ‘must-be-seen’ movie. I would give it a rating of seven out of ten.