The irony of the day that was is, here in India it was Gandhi Jayanthi, a celebration of a man who popularised non violent peaceful ways of resistance (of course, I’m bracketing off my reservations on him, here), while there in Las Vegas an older man not so gently, fired at a crowd killing 58, injuring 500 plus.
I’m not setting out to compare the two men, however, the extremities of the day cannot be ignored. The 148 year old Gandhi, if he were alive, would have told Paddock to take to Satyagraha instead of using his guns. That said, what’s this world of people who start to fire, take up weapons to lynch, and gather together to conspire really want to say? Are these violent means their way of expression of a resistance? Then what’s this about killing innocent people they catch hold of, rather than targeting the ones who have caused them harm? Unanswered questions at the moment, I know,
Now, somebody should have caused them some harm, sometime, otherwise why would somebody react.. like Newton’s third law .. is this mass murder an opposite reaction to some earlier action? Or this guy could be unstable in the head, therefore, brainwashed .. who in their right mind would go shooting into a crowd? But their reactions filter down to the non actors who become the victims of their rage, like they did today. The culprits walk scott free.
One of those days that will go down in history …
I watched Nil Battey Sannata by sheer accident, a film which released without much fan fare last year in 2016, it was advertised more by word of mouth, than a flashy trailer or a paid review. Udhaharanam Sujatha from Joju George & Martin Prakat, directed by Phantom Praveen has Manju Warrier as Sujatha. What more does the Malayalee want. I hope this will turn out to be Manju’s that come back film which will establish her again in her second coming.
The film was made in Tamil as Amma Kannaku starring Amala Paul … more of the review here.
Adam Joan is a
serious intense film, intense in emotions, about the members of the Pothen family partly settled in Scotland. They get embroiled in the practices of a Satanic cult when Ila, their youngest member, is kidnapped during an Easter season in Scotland. The film is narrated as little stories of guilt and misgivings of each of the Pothens, which in turn, casts doubts on each of them, with respect to the kidnap of the little girl. Set in the backdrop of the Christian and the Satanic church, this film makes for an interesting visual and ritualistic contrast. Read the rest of the review here.
There is some attraction I have towards the puttu.. Puttu Or it could be that I’m awake early to take pictures when MJ makes puttu, start to hover around and go on a clicking spree. One of the few people in my life who doesn’t drive me out of the kitchen because of my food clicking ways.
The moment i open my mouth in some places and say something harsh, they call me a feminist
The moment i stubbornly stick to my decision they call me a feminist
The moment i wear chuncky jewellery and walk in ultra big jhumkas they call me a feminist
If i go with my friends for a late night film, i’m a feminist
If i travel alone for the fun of travelling, i’m a feminist
If i try to concentrate on my career i’m a feminist..
If i make my man cook a meal, i’m a feminist
But nobody calls me a feminist when i choose the general seats instead of those allotted to “ladies” in public transport or public places
Nobody calls me a feminist when i join the mens/general queue to buy tickets at a station or cinema hall
Nobody calls me a feminist when i buy stuff to cook my own food in my own home
Nobody calls me a feminist when I guffaw louder with my girl gangs
Nobody calls me a feminist when i wheel in my own bags..
Nobody calls me a feminist when i laugh at the buffoonery that goes on in the name of feminism
What is to be a feminist?
O I spoke too soon
The weather, the light streaming from the sky
Woke up to sunlight, typed it to a friend, sent happy smileys her way
But the clouds in queue, impateint they grew.
I spoke to soon!
I wake up to see this little girl, white tee, blue shorts, her hair held back in two pony tails to either side, all of 5-6 on her window sill. She has her legs out towards the grill, dangling, playing with her red and white polka dotted balloon. When I walk towards the window to see her better, across the courtyard there is, a little boy, and another little girl on opposite window sills. Talk of cross communication, across the yard..
Bombay windows have these metal cages protruding outwards. They work as storage spaces but mostly are used to tie cloth lines and dry clothes. They even work as passageways, from one room to the next when they are interlinked – outdoor tunnels 😂 In one of the houses, I used to stay before, I used to step into this grill space and sit down there to read. From 7 floors high, the world below, across and above had a different charm. Nobody would even know I’d be sitting there, with a book, at times looking at the world, waiting for the sun to rise, with a cup of coffee.. Looking at the squirrels do tightwire stunts over electric cables or watch pigeons sleeping.. All those memories flooded in as I saw these imps pow wow today, as I woke up this morning.
As I type, they are out of their sill spots and in the yard, their balloons in hand, trying to make some game out of it. Childhood, there was a game, even in the way we snapped fingers or clapped hands, laughed out loud when the rain drizzled down.. There was even a first shoutout to whoever was completely drenched, or other days, a race to that dry spot first..
Sun’s day Tales..
Some things are precious, could be people, could be thoughts, could be a dialogue, today I need to come to terms with the fact that my phone, my beloved partner of two years is dying.. What do i do, i let it live for a few more hours, it is like a desktop now.. Needs to be wired all the time, even when it connects to the wireless..
Am i heart broken? No, I’ve never been sentimental about anything as such, but it is a matter of habit, a habit of two years.. My entire life so to speak revolved around … Okay, I’m bordering on the dramatic. Is there any way to revive this thing..