Monday, December 27, 2010

The Final Song ...... Lo Aa Gayee....


One of the greatest lyricists of his time, Shailendra once remarked:
Hai Sabse Madhur Woh Geet Jisse Hum
Dard Ke Dhun Pe Gaatey Hain ......
The most melodious are those songs, that the heart sings in times of pain .... what a thought, what beautiful and simple but profound words.... And indeed it is this power of the sad elegy, the haunted memorium, the sorrowful marsiya that touches us more deeply than the songs of happiness and cheer....

After all, did not another great poet-lyricist Majrooh write:
Sukh Hai Ek Chhav Dhalti, Aati Hai Jaati Hai
Dukh To Apna Saathi Hai ......
The adornment of Happiness is life a Shadow, it comes and goes on the mercy and majesty of the Sun ... But Pain .... it always remains with us like a True Friend..... The songs which I discuss today have this beautiful quality of being loaded with the various shades of sorrow .... what can be more sorrowful than a person on his death-bed remembering a lost love and waiting only for a last glimpse on the one she loved? And to add to it the tragedy that you never get to meet him as he reaches by the time you are already dead and gone..... Imagine the irony, if you already knew that you would be dead and gone by the time, he arrives....

The movie was Do Badan... in my humble estimation, one of the best albums of all-time containing three brilliant Rafi numbers, some such that you would not forget them even today, each and every one a glimpse in the pain of the lover for the beloved, an Asha number that talks of the pining of a lover for her beloved and I intend to very soon discuss the entire album in entirety some day ... For today, I intend to focus on a beautiful Lata Mangeshkar number, one of the best numbers to be shot on the death-bed.....

Lo Aa Gayee Unn ki Yaad, Woh Naheen Aaye ..... 

(It comes back... his memory ... but Alas! he doesn't)

Dil Unn Ko Dhoondhtaa Hai, Ghum Ka Singaar Kar Ke
Aankhen Bhi Thak Gayee Hai, Ab Intezaar Kar Ke
Ek Aas Rahe Gayee Hai, Woh Bhi Naa Toot Jaaye ....... 

(My heart searches for my beloved, with adornments of pure sorrow
My eyes have tired of the long watch they have kept for him till now
Just a hope bleeds within me.... Which won't last till 'morrow)

Roti Hain Aaj Hum Par, Tanhaeeyaan Humaari
Woh Bhi Naa Paaye Shaayad, Parchhaeeyaan Humaari
Badhhte Hi Jaa Rahe Hain, Maayuseeyon Ke Saaye .......

(Tears have also cried profusely on my Loneliness
To my Shadows, My Beloved may not even be a Witness
All round me I feel, the increasing shadows of Darkness ..... )

Lau Thartharaa Rahi Hai, Ab Shamma-E-Zindagi Ki
Ujdee Huyee Mohabbat Mehmaan Hain Do Ghadi Ki
Mar Kar Hi Ab Milenge ...... Jee Kar To Mil Naa Paaye

(The Candle of my life, finally in wait ends
My destroyed Love a guest of a few last seconds
Alive we could not meet ....  but on after death , hope depends)


The music is the genius of Ravi, one of the most stylish music directors of his time..... the lyrics by Rajendra Kishen if I am not mistaken.... and the voice of Lata Mangeshkar... this is my all-time favourite song.... I hope I can remember the song, when I am dying.... especially the last lines.....

Mar Kar Hi Ab Milenge.... Jee Kar To Mil Naa Paaye..... 

What a beautiful blind unconditional love .... only Gods can love with such intensity and truth! Mankind is not capable of such pure emotions....

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Ashwatthama's Anthem of Regret - A song of Love

Talat has a very beautiful voice... a voice that can not only touch your heart but also ring within you feelings that you never knew existed. A calm voice, a voice that has got depth but is at the same time soft, velvety, has the occasional tremble (kapish) as we call it and a sonorous quality that resonates directly with the pain in your heart.

Mohammed Rafi was the 'voice of God', a voice that could move everything on Earth, Manna De was the 'sur' personified - a mainstream singer who could sing classical with depth and ease, Kishore Kumar was the 'voice of Innocence', the voice that resonated with the hearts of men and reminded him of the inner person that he really was, not what he showed himself to be, Mukesh was sorrow in human form - no one could crunch within three minutes, the pain of a lifetime as well as Mukesh.... Hemant Kumar was romance, even the most stone-hearted of girls would fall in love with that voice .... so where among this galaxy of great singers was Talat?

Talat was the voice of conscience - he spoke directly to the heart - in the tone that the conscience understood and loved....

It's said you can run away from the world and everyone in this world, but can you run away from yourself? No! That was Talat, you could never run away from his songs .... they struck you deep within you and made your conscience question your self.... a quality used to brilliant effect by brilliant composers like Ravi in the song that I wish to discuss today....

This beautiful composition, scored by Ravi and written by Prem Dhawan was a part of a beautiful movie, Ek Saal, starring Ashok Kumar and Madhubala. Look at the beautiful words, listen to the soul-rending tune and absorb the depths of the soulful rendition by Talat. This movie was released in 1957, a year that had such strong musical albums as Chalti Ka Naam Gaadi and  Pyaasa by SD Burman(arguably the second-greatest album of all time after Guide), Mother India by Naushad, Naya Daur by OP Nayyar, Do Aankhen Barah Haath by SN Tripathi, Parvarish and Sharda by Shankar-Jaikishen and many other brilliant movies but still this song is still remembered for it's beauty.
Karte Rahe Khiza Se Hum Sauda Bahaar Ka
Badla Diya To Kya Ye Diya Unn Ke Pyaar Ka

With cruel Autumn did we bargain using the beauty of Spring
Oh! What a fitting response did we give for her love, her Caring!
Every person on Earth has to plead guilty to this charge at least once in his / her life for every person has at one time or another broken a heart - a precious heart for reasons best known to themselves.... The above couplet states that when we found love, we did not bother about it but played with it's feelings and the matter is conveyed in such a beautiful manner ....

It's here at this moment itself that Talat touches deep within our heart, asking us for answers that we cannot give, for regrets that we cannot speak, for Truth that we are desperately trying to hide.
Sab Kucch Luta Ke Hosh Me Aaye, To Kya Kiya!
Din Mein Agar Chiraag Jalaaye, To Kya Kiya!

If after losing everything we ever had, we awaken, what's the use?
If in broad daylight, to light candles, we hasten, what's the use?
What an apt metaphor for a loss of a lifetime! Talat cuts straight to the bone by chiding the feeling of regret that burns within .... the poet asks bluntly and heartlessly (and why not!) a question that one would not dare to answer...... what's the use of regretting, an event that has come to pass following your own actions.... what's the use of crying over spilt milk? .... what's the use of action that's late and useless? .... What is of paramount importance is not to regret but to be able to exorcise your demons, when you had the time and opportunity to do so....
Hum Bud-Naseeb Pyaar Ki Ruswaayee Ban Gaye
Khud Hi Laga Ke Aag Tamaashaai Ban Gaye
Daaman Se Ab Ye Shole Bujhaaye To Kya Kiya.....!

We are the unfortunate who have today became a shame to Love's lofty name 
We, the audience to the roaring flames, are the ones who put our house aflame
If now, to douse the inferno, we run... what's the use?
Can you feel the pain of someone who has strangled his love with his own bare hands, someone who loved with truth and purity and still killed his own love with his own hands.... can you feel the tears of that action or the demons that haunt him, as he keeps pondering, moving ahead, running to escape the past, but unable to do so! Like a modern Ashwathhama, cursed to forever pain and regret by Lord Krishna, this behemoth survives but is that survival worth even being called a survival.... Listen to Talat as he puts forth the pain in his soft and subtle manner across and you will find, why this 'king of ghazals' ruled the early days of Independent India - a time when pain and hurt lined the psyche of our collective conscience....
Le Le Ke Haar Phool Ki, Aayee To Thi Bahaar
Nazren Uttha Ke Humne, Dekha Na Ek Baar
Aankhon Se Ab Ye Parde Hattaye, To Kya Kiya?

With flowers and blossoms for me, had come the Innocent Spring
In my Arrogance and Pride, I did not bother to look at it's Longing
If these blinds from my eyes, I now shun .....what's the use?
In every love story, there are two characters, the one who loves (the lover) and the one who's loved (the beloved) .... the lover goes beyond every extent for the sake of the lover and the beloved keeps demanding yet more from the lover... till the final day when, the bond itself cannot handle more and breaks down.. and then there's nothing left to salvage...

Nero can play fiddle while the city of Rome burns but mind you, once the city is burnt, there is nothing that remains to play fiddle to Nero's dreams of sovereignty and kingship. This is what every beloved has to face, if it doesn't understand the depth of the Lover's emotions. .... Now look at a person's conscience who did care but was forced to forever act unconcerned, whose heart burned with the city but was forced to play fiddle as the city burnt.... where will this son of Satan find peace? There is no place on Earth or beyond for him... no redemption.... only a pain that can be understood by this song and nothing more....

This is the song, that I think speaks more lovingly about the pain of a loser more than any other song. The song was recorded in two versions, Lata Mangeshkar and Talat Mehmood. Lata as expected is brilliant in her rendition of the song, but though it touches the heart, Lata's pain does not stir your conscience.... maybe because it's not the lover's lament, but the beloved's pangs that matter in this song.... Plus, Lata was never comfortable in the higher notes and that is quite evident in her rendition - still, it's a very beautiful rendition .. that proves the versatility and greatness of the 'Nightangle of India'

One other parameter that has often escaped the gaze of the regular listener is the brilliance of Ashok Kumar... his sense of frustration, his regret, his pain, his sorrow, his hurt that oozes forth like the pus that keeps oozing forth from Ashwatthama's forehead, reminding one and all of his crime..... Ashok in his silence takes the role to another realm altogether... added to it is the second Ashok in the song ... the conscience, that with a smirk and smile conveys the shattering pain and frustration in a neutral and intense way..... this use of conscience was something very well used in the 50s and 60s to show duality of emotions (remember Raj Kapoor in Shree 420 and Dilip Kumar in Aadmi .. it was used by Dilip Kumar as a merciless voice in Bairaag in 1976... the last time, this prop was used?) .... Ashok is an added asset to the song.... one that not only adds allure but makes it possible to connect with the singer and the song and the lyricist, who could write such a beautiful piece of moving poetry.

To end, I would say, sometimes it's good to be silent and let life take it's course but sometimes, it's important not to be so.... Love is something very precious, one gets it only once in life.... it would be foolish to strangle it with one's own hands....

As for the song, for the first time ever, I am adding the song, for those who wish to listen to it..... And as for Love... it will survive, in some hearts as deep despicable hatred, in some as an innocent folly, in some as an inevitable pain and in some as the pure Love it always was, is, and shall always remain!

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Songs to Remember - Dil Ke Armaan from Nikaah

Sometimes, all that can be gained from a relationship is a feeling of pain, a feeling of pain, a feeling of loss and nothing else...... What remains when not even hope remains, a heart bleeding, a mind burning and a soul blaspheming .... nothing else.... the only thing that one can do in such circumstances, is to wring one's hands in despair, bow one's head in shame and to break one's soul in regret ..... Despair for the loss, Shame for the choice and regret for one's own true love.....

Hindi Cinema has surprisingly given many a beautiful gem that have often been very successful in putting across the pain of the loss very eloquently ... Often in an auditorium, one can see many eyes damp with tears when one such song suddenly rides the air waves..... But then ... as Sahir succinctly pointed out:

Kaun Rota Hai, Kissi Aur Ki Khaatir? Ae, Dost!
Sab Ko Apni Hi Kisi Baat Pe Rona Aaya .....

(Who cries on the plight of the unknown, my friend
  Every Tear is a Story of the Pains we ourselves go through)

The other day, I was having a debate with some close friends on music in the Eighties ... the overwhelming idea is that the Eighties have been wooden compared to the golden fifties, the silver sixties and the swinging seventies .... I cannot definitely compare the eras; for the Eighties in numbers can never match even the Naughty Nineties ..... forget the three decades that predated them .... still, what they lack in both numbers and quality, they still can put a claim to some astonishingly beautiful compositions ..... yes, that may be an exception that proves the rule but it also establishes the fact that talent can never be hidden ....

As proof, today I present one of the best sad melodies of the 80's ..... (a very rare occurance on my blog) .... a song sung by the Pakistani singer, Salma Agha for an Indian movie, Nikaah, made by B R Films, released in 1982 - one of the last Hindi - Urdu movies that boasts of a score by the great Ravi
Dil Ke Armaan Aansuoon Mein Bahe Gaye
Hum Wafaa Karke Bhi Tanha Rahe Gaye
The Poet states: All Hopes of my heart have left my heart alongwith the Tears that flow from my heart. Despite all my fidelity, I have still been left all alone to fend for myself..... What pain, what frustration.....

I can feel the pain that must be the psyche of a person drawn to make a statement as sad as the above. Man lives on Hope and when Hope goes, what remains .. and what can be worse than Hope that has left with tears .... I cannot even imagine! I have been brought up to believe that Loyalty and Fidelity are always awarded but imagine a position wherein your Fidelity has failed .... despite being loyal, your love has left you for better prospects ..... then all you can say, is....

Hum Ba-Wafaa Thhey Iss Liye Nazron Se Gir Gaye,
Shaayad Unhein Talaash Kisi Be-Wafaa Ki Thi

Good Thought, but will it resolve your pain? No.... the fact remains that your loyalty has failed you and you are alone. The Poet continues:
Zindagi Ek Pyaas Bankar Rahe Gayee....
Pyaar Ke Qissey Adhurey Rahe Gaye
What a couplet..... Life has become nothing more than an unquenched Thirst of Love. Those stories of love, that were being heard so earnestly, have been left incomplete..... This is unrequited love at it's worst ... Imagine being the gardener of a garden that has beautiful blossom but was raided by locust.... Imagine looking around at the garden that was, the dreams that were and the flowers that could have been ..... Tears will flow....  And soon, you would wish you were blind!

As a Child, the thing I used to hate the most was incomplete stories, especially the ones where I would fall asleep midway ..... so, I can understand the pain of being a listener to a story that ends when it should not have.... At such times, the only thing you feel like telling the recounter is ....

Bahot Gaur Se Sun Raha Tha Zamaana,
Tum Hi So Gaye, Daastaan Kehte-Kehte ....

God forbid but it's true, unrequited love like unquenched thirst and unanswered prayers is something that one carries in his heart for ever and ever and ever. The poet continues:
Shaayad Unka Aakhri Ho Ye Sitam,
Har Sitam Ye Sochkar Hum Sahe Gaye.....
Nothing hurts more than to know that your emotions have been used, taken for a ride ...  This is the most painful feeling ever; you keep on forgiving, you keep on accepting, only to understand that the other party is too selfish and self-centred to ever understand your point. And there comes a point, where you regret, accepting the person back, the first time she walked out on you and still came back; the second time she walked out on you and still came back .... and everytime, on her terms and conditions .. while you were so enamoured of her, that you never could see the ways in which your love was being used and abused..... As the great poet, Mirza Ghalib pointed out:

Hum Ko Unn Se Wafaa Ki Hai Umeed,
Jo Nahin Jaantey Wafaa Kya Hai......

Still, a heart in love can never ever go against it's own feelings for Hope dies eternal...... The poet then finally summarizes with a beautiful couplet:
Khud Ko Bhi Hum Ne Mita Dala Magar
Faasle Jo Darmiyaan Thhey Rahe Gaye .....
I destroyed myself for the sake of my Love... Still, the Separation that was between us could not be reduced..... This is the fate of every unequal love and this will be the fate forever of every unequal love.....

Such a song in the 80's is a matter of pride for the 80's. A brilliant composition, this song proves, why you cannot take the 80s lightly..... And of course, this is also one of the few examples of Indo-Pak collaboration, which proves why Partition was indeed one of the worst things to have ever happened.

What about Love then? Well, About Love, the fact remains:

Zara Si Aahat Hoti Hai To Dil Poonchta Hai
Kahin Ye Woh To Nahin....

LOVE WILL WAIT FOREVER ......

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Na Kisi Ki Aankh Ka Noor Hoon - A Song of Pain and Despair

One of the most painful moments in your life is when you come to terms with your loneliness - the time when you finally find that all those who stood by you have left you to your own fate and gone away, chasing their own stars ....

This has been the fate of men of destiny, since time immemorial and never has this fate distinguished between emperors and paupers.... Every one, of every rank and station has gone through this at times.... Only a man who has been through the pain of the ultimate loneliness can give words to the feelings of one who has been through it.... and who else can say it better than the last Mughal Emperor, Bahadur Shah Zafar II, who on paper was the Emperor of India and in reality was the pensioner of the East Indian Company....

Can one even estimate the frustration of this man, who could neither fulfil the duties of an emperor, as was expected by his loyal populace nor could he admit his loneliness or his impotence to his populace..... It was such a pain and frustration that could give rise to this ultimate anthem of despair and frustration...

Look at the lyrics - the despondency, the pain, the anguish, the frustration.... it's enough to move anyone to tears .... add to this, the soulful music of S N Tripathi (no major accompaniments) and the 'Voice of God', Mohammed Rafi and what you have is one of the greatest songs of pain ever composed in Indian Music History.... The Movie is 'Lal Qila' ....

It begins as such:
Na Kisi Ki Aankh Ka Noor Hoon
Na Kisi Ke Dil Ka Qaraar Hoon
Jo Kisi Ke Kaam Na Aa Sake
Main Woh Ek Musht-E-Ghubaar Hoon
"I am not the apple of anyone's Sight
  Nor am I any Heart's Delight
 I am the one whose worth is little,
 A handful of Dirt is my Plight"

Can one feel the pain of the words? What can drive a person to such depths of self-flagellation except the pain of being an absolute Nothing... The poet continues:
Mera Rang Roop Bigad Gaya
Mera Yaar Mujhse Bichhad Gaya
Jo Chaman Fizaa Mein Ujad Gaya
Main Ussi ki Fasl-E-Bahaar Hoon
"The Beauty of my Youthful Days has Faded
  My Love has left me alone Un-Aided
  I am the Flower of a Garden,
 That in the Spring of my Life Stands Devastated"

I am sure, everyone who has loved truly and deeply will understand the pain of these words more than i can explain......
Main Kahan Rahoon, Main Kahan Basoon
Na Ye Mujhse Khush, Na Woh Mujhse Khush
Main Zameen Ki Peeth Ka Bojh Hoon
Main Falak Ke Dil Ka Ghubaar Hoon
"Where should I go? Where should I live? Pray Tell me
 Neither here are they happy, Neither there are they happy,
 I am the Burden of the Face of the Earth
 I am the Boil on the Heart of the Sky Preety"

The frustration of the poet is self-evident .... the fact that none care for him was enough to kill him but the poet is also aware that he's not even 'wanted'... Oh! The Pain of it All!
Paye Faateha Koi Aaye Kyoon?
Koi Char Phool Chadaaye Kyoon?
Koi Aake Shamma Jalaaye Kyoon?
Main Woh Be-Qasi Ka Mazaar Hoon
"Why should one read an Elegy on my Funeral
  Why should my Shroud be covered with Rose Petal?
  I am the Tomb of my own Frustrations,
  Why should one light on this Tomb, a Candle?"

And finally, the poet questions his own funeral ... He is aware that this world is a world of contradictions - a world where the living thirst and the dead get Ganga-Jal! Tired of this world, tired of these contradictions, the poet is now requesting all his mourners to stay away from his funeral - this is the final limit of frustration.....

And one last word on his own Identity:
Na Main Kisi Ka Raqeeb Hoon,
Na Main Kisi Ka Habeeb Hoon,
Jo Bigad Gaya Woh Naseeb Hoon,
Jo Ujad Gaya Woh Dayaar Hoon
"I am not to any Fair One a Lover,
  Not am I a Threat to Another,
  I am the Fate that's Shattered,
  A Magnificent Ruin that Stands Hither "

 May no one suffer as the protagonist here.....

Sunday, September 12, 2010

On Commitment - A Song

Love is an universal feeling and everyone claims to love at least once in his or her entire life .... But Love is no joke.... though everyone claims to have loved or lost, the truth is there are a few, a few lucky ones who have ever felt even the shadow of love - though it's true that those who find love are often the ones to repudiate it ..... There can be no greater sorrow than this for there are many who would die thirsting for a drop of love; while a few lucky ones carelessly spill the nectar of love on the parched earth of life for better prospects.....

There is nothing that's more challenging or difficult than love... Had Love been easy, every Tom, Dick or Harry could have stated that he/she is a lover but unfortunately Love is not something that can be easily understood or obtained ...

Mohabbat Ke Liye Kucch Khaas Dil Maqsoos Hotey Hain,
Ye Woh Naghma Hai Jo Har Saaz Pe Gaaya Nahin Jaata....
There are two facets to Love - the first is Commitment and the second is Attachment ... One without the other is useless; you commit because you feel attached.... but you do not attach because you commit - hence Commitment is the more important facet of Love - the one facet that determines Love....

And Commitment does not end even if the one you love stops loving you and leaves you in the middle of the road - alone and broken, helpless and defeated, for better prospects and better people; Commitment does not depend on Circumstances; it does not end because of undue pressure or total Frustration ....

Commitment doesn't end even if the one you love, finds solace in the arms of another, double-times you or leaves you for another .... Commitment is like a Contract that you sign with the blood of your heart and it is a contract of duties; not a contract of rights - so even if the one you love, fails to honour it, it has to be honoured - to the last breath, to the final drop and even beyond, if possible.....

This beautiful song, rendered by the great inimitable Mohammed Rafi, from the movie, Inteqaam (1969) is one of the best songs that display the side of Commitment that makes Love different from all other emotions....

If Love is God, Commitment is what makes God, God!
Jo Unn Ki Tamannaa Hai, Barbaad Ho Jaa
Tu Ae Dil Mohabbat Ki Qismat Banaa De
Tadap Aur Tadap Kar Abhi Jaan De De
Yun Marte Hain Mar Jaane Waale, Dikhaa De .......


Naa Unn Ka Tabassum, Tere Waaste Hai
Naa Tere Liye Unn Ki Zulfon Ke Saaye
Tu Be-Aas Phir Kyon Jiye Ja Raha Hai?
Jawaani Mein Ye Zindagaani Lutaa De ......


Sitam Yaa Karam Husn-Waalon Ki Marzi
Yehi Sochkar Koi Shikwaa Naa Karna;
Sitamgar Salaamat Rahe Husn Tera,
Yehi Unn Ko Mitne Se Pehle Dua De ....
After all, when we love someone, We do not expect the other one to love us the way, we want to be loved ... we simply love ... A love done on calculations of self-gratification and needs, is not love; it's a bargain and love can never be a Bargain......

May God grant me the Power to love ...... and more importantly to commit and remain true to my commitment; whatever be the cost and whatever be the limit

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Songs to Remember..... XII

The most interesting thing that can ever happen is that you are somewhere in some kind of mood and then suddenly a song starts playing somewhere in the background that so much empathises with your current feelings that you cannot but stop and listen....

Today as I stood, in the lobby, thinking of my decisions that I have taken since the last few months, there was for a moment, a moment of indecisiveness - did I need to do what I have been doing? was it correct on my part to do what I was doing? how was I to suffer silently the jibes and the taunts on my failed affairs of the heart and for how long..... and for a few moments, my commitments were the only factors that stopped me from taking any action that could have proved detrimental to my ethics or commitments....

It was in one such  moment of deep despair as I kept prancing down the aisle that I managed to catch a few snatches of this beautiful Kishore Kumar song, so well-written by Anand Bakshi and so aptly composed by R D Burman..... and things became better....

The song literally talks about the simple fact that one cannot please everyone .... it clearly accepts that people will talk... we should walk.... what a song, what a depth, what pain, what anguish and still what noble thoughts.... I would not like to translate these words; let it be there for all of us to just listen and love.....

Kuchh To Log Kahenge; Logon Ka Kaam Hai Kehna
Choddo! Bekaar Ki Baaton Mein , Kaheen Beet Naa Jaaye Raina

Kuchh Reet Jagat Ki Aisi Hai; Har Ek Subah Ki Sham Huyee
Tu Kaun Hai? Tera Naam Hai Kya? Sita Bhi Yahan Badnaam Huyee!
Phir Kyoon Sansaar Ki Baaton Se, Bheeg Gaye Tere Naina ???

Hum Ko Jo Taane Dete Hain, 'Hum Khoye Hain Inn Rang Raliyon Mein'
Humne Unn Ko Bhi Chhup-Chhup Ke, Aate Dekha Inn Galiyon Mein
Ye Sach Hain Jhooti Baat Nahi, Tum Bolo Ye Sach Hain Naa?
 So true ... So apt .... A world where even Sita, that most faithful and truely commited and loyal of all women, could be faulted and doubted, what respite can we expect from this world? And why should we let the world decide our decisions? Circumstances are meant to be forced to our needs, if we fall prey to Circumstances, what difference between that dog on that street, who does not have a brain to think and thoughts to communicate and we, human beings, who have everything and still lack everything!

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

An Affair To Remember - My Thoughts on Silsila (1981)

Marriage is an institution that commands respect for its powerful role in the delineation and propagation of social norms. It binds society or to be more precise, it is the chain that creates and maintains the social edifice since a marriage is not only a bonding of two individuals but also a means to bind together the strata that makes the society and thus to maintain a homogenous society. The class in which we inter-marry often decides our social hierarchy and has been used by kings and commoners alike to further their political and social ambitions. To hold marriage sanctimonious is therefore a command from the structure that survives on this edifice.

Desire that emanates from Love, on the other hand, is not something that awaits sanction from the mandarins of social etiquette. It’s a blind emotion that drowns all considerations of social norms and obligations. Like a river in flood, it can neither be arrested nor secluded within boundaries by muddy embankments or stone walls. The urge to override conventions is overpowering and many a times pays scant respect to the notion of social bonds, often at great cost both to the embankment and the river. Love has no place for artificial man-made barriers and is like a tempest that challenges and tests relationships to the codes that bind them. More has been the loss of many a nations and civilizations that have dared to stand up to this tempest, though the tempest itself has also often suffered, often fatally, the results of such confrontations......

The urge to maintain a relationship outside the confines of Marriage is a Desire that challenges Marriage to its foundations since it implies that one is not amenable to social constraints and hence not averse to finding his or her own happiness outside the sanctimonious bond. Little wonder then, that those who dare to go beyond the line are never forgiven by Society and are condemned to a life of shame and ridicule. But still it continues, for the heart cannot be dictated to and the dictates of the heart are not easily arrested by the most stringent of punishments.

Very few films have dwelt on this much-prevalent phenomenon, maybe because like the ostrich that believes that burying it's head in the mud would change reality, society, often believes that keeping a stony silence would chase the reality away. Well! If really wishes were horses, the high Mandarins of Society would ride!

Among the few that have dared and excelled are B R Chopra’s Gumraah and Yash Chopra’s Silsila. Karan Johar in 2007 also brought out a brilliant film on this concept; however I believe it could have been much better if the characterizations would have been reversed. Some other day, I will present my thoughts on that subject but today, In this review, I would like to talk about Silsila… a word which literally means an ongoing relationship.

Silsila revolves around lovers who are forced by circumstances to marry different partners but whose desire for each other’s love and company pushes them beyond their marriages and the relationship they embark on and the impact of this decision on their personal lives and that of their respective spouses.

Amitabh Bachchan as the young fiery poet who cannot accept the loss of his beloved puts in a brilliant performance. His is a performance that is full of contradictions, a man selfless enough to take over on his shoulders someone else’s miseries and at the same time, selfish enough to refuse to let go of the girl he loved even though she is married to someone else. He is all charms if need be, but can also be also callous and self-important, if required. What do you call a man who can love with an intensity that sears but can also trivialize that same love with a brutality that shocks? A formidable characterization .... This role at the hand of a lesser actor would have become too negative for redemption but the actor manages to walk a delicate tight-rope and keep the character lovable despite his flaws.

Rekha as his female counterpart who similarly cannot look beyond the man she loved puts in a moving performance. Love for a woman is all about self and security; it's rare to find a woman who can actually stand true to her commitments when put to test by circumstances ... But her is a woman, who dares to do the impossible.... though it's true that at the final stand, she does falter, she can be forgiven her transgressions.... for her partner also has feet of clay...

Our society is a patriarchal society and often the woman is blamed for all the transgressions of men and in such a scenario, it’s difficult for an actress to walk the thin rope but Rekha manages to do it with her characteristic élan. Her performance has all the nuances of a virtuoso and she manages to hold her own against veteran and seasoned performers.

Jaya Bhaduri as Amitabh’s wife pitches in with an impressive mature performance. Her’s is the role that requires a deep sense of resignation and hurt that transcends all silence but screams at self…. How do you react to a difficult, unsurmountable challenge? Simple! Watch Jaya ... A difficult performance but the actress manages to pull it off with exceptional ease. No doubt Jaya was considered the most talented actress of her time; a worthy successor to Meena and Nutan and a precursor to Shabana and Smita. Her confrontation with Rekha is a defining moment in the film.

But the man who captures our hearts with his simple, understated and calm performance is the great Sanjeev Kumar...... As Rekha’s husband, he pitches in with a bravura performance, that's both memorable and mesmerizing... . The great actor that he was, Sanjeev stands tall among so many excellent performances and his expressions of loss and loss along with his silence are so deafening that you wish he would not have to suffer the indignity heaped on him. His conversation with Jaya in the restaurant is exceptionally brilliant as is his sugar-coated advice to Rekha simply marvelous. Who can forget the pain and the frustration that Sanjeev portrays with a look and a twitch...

Generations of lesser actors would spend tomes of dailogues and spend tons of footage and still get nowhere .... but here is an actor who portrays a cuckold with a grim smile while he observes his wife being seranaded in broad daylight by her lover and all the while his decency and upbringing does not let him let go of his temper.... That's Sanjeev Kumar for you.... an actor that defines excellence!

Shashi Kapoor in his short role is effervescent. Kulbhushan Kharbanda does justice to his role while Devan Verma is at his sarcastic best.

Shiv-Hari in their first score for Hindi films come up with some gems of vintage value. While Amitabh is at his effervescent best with ‘Rang Barse’ a Holi song penned by his father Harivanshrai Bachchan and soothingly soft with ‘Neela Aasmaan’, Kishore and Lata combine to give romanticism a new twist with their title song. ‘Ye Kahan Aa Gaye Hum’ is another song that describes the predicament of its lead actors effectively. The soliloquy ‘Main Aur Meri Tanhayee’ by Javed Akhtar is still heard on the streets after 25 years.

This is Yash Chopra at his romantic best. Long before Yashraj films became a mass factory producing romantic candyfloss of no value, the director had already proved his capability with some of the best romantic films ever made in India. Silsila is definitely one of them. The director proves why despite a career that began in 1959, he is still a hot draw in 2007 with this sensitive and emotional portrayal of an extra-marital affair. If the film does not become either vulgar or preachy, it’s to the credit of the director who knows on where to draw the line and still maintain sensationalism.

Every adult of consenting age has the right and the freedom to decide on his or her life but before taking a step as irrevocable as this, a thought should be given to the consequences of this move – not only on you but also on the other two - the spouse and the lover; move ahead by all means, but once you do, stand tall but please find out before moving ahead if your hope has the same convictions as you.... it would not look good to find yourself standing on the road waiting for a lover who loved his / her own security more than you. In today's world, there is no word more abused than Commitment; though it's the most important word in any Relationship.....

After all, it’s all about making and maintaining a Relationship – it’s all about a Silsila!

Saturday, July 31, 2010

The Truth and My Truth - My Thoughts on Sau Jhoot, Ek Sach (2005)

In every argument, there are three sides – there’s my side, there’s your side and then there is Truth’s side…. Unfortunately there are few if any who are inclined to look at any event from the third angle. The first and the second invariably are often the only arbitrators of what the truth may be, irrespective of whatever it maybe. Actually, more than the truth, we all are interested in maintaining our version of truth – simply because our version inevitably makes us the hero of the event and justifies all our actions. Hence, what we consider Truth is often a half-truth – a truth of convenience.  Sometimes, the truth of convenience may be so different from the actual truth that one cannot even be sure whether, it can be considered the truth or it's at best only a travesty of the truth. In such cases, Conscience is often the only thing that remains of the truth, although by itself conscience, however strong, can never be a substitute to the truth. Men live their entire lives in the hope of a permanent escape from its clutches but conscience is like the web of a canny spider; the more you try to run away, the more it binds you and brings you within the ambit of the truth.

Nothing is more dangerous than a half-truth. Unfortunately, nothing is more common than a half-truth. In a bid to play up to our conscience, all of us end up dressing our versions of the truth as if it’s the only version; never mind the repercussions of this unhealthy exercise on our lives.

Based on one of the best psychological stories ever (An Inspector Calls by J B Priestley), “Sau Jhooth Ek Sach” is a brilliant rendition of the hour of confession and redemption and its aftereffects on a family that prides itself on its high class morality and values. Although the film drives heavily from the Uttam Kumar’s classic Bengali movie, “Thana Theke Ashchi”, the brilliance of the plot lies in the way the director has not implanted the movie in the current milieu but successfully made it relevant to today’s age and times.

Set in the house of a famous and respected industrialist and spread over the period of one night, – but with periodic flashbacks of the dark acts of it’s characters- the film studies in deep detail the impact of a half-truth on a family that lives in the shadow of it’s conscience, in selective remembrance of the victim of their acts of omission and commission and the gradual coming of age of the unpleasant Truth.

Mammooty in the author-backed role of the no-nonsense Inspector Vivek is perfectly cast in the role of a man who is in the singular pursuit of the Truth. The quiet professionalism, the silent demeanour, the stern yet benevolent look all combine to add an air of mystery to a characterization that pervades the inner conscience of the viewer and chills him to the bone. The actor not only gives out an aura of mystery but also is responsible for the curiosity. The only point of his performance that jars somewhat is his diction which jars to the point that at times, you fell, wouldn't it have been better if the dialogues were dubbed. However, to the whole, the actor remains as much a part of the movie as required and as the movie progresses, one just gets deeper into the narrative and forgets all about the diction.

In direct contrast to Inspector Vivek, is the character of Vikram Gokhale as the unrepentant industrialist Vikrant Pradhan. In a role that signifies and brings to fore the other side of human nature, the deception, the greed, the self-serving capacity of the multitude of those who treat truth as a personal fiefdom, Vikram manages to walk tall over a carcass of seemingly broken dreams and ambitions. His ruthlessness, his habitual stab at authority and power, his perfect take on the state of inebriation all go towards making him the perfect example of a man who has traded off his conscience for his ambitions in life. Vikram, though a good actor, has never been given the kind of canvas that could have showcased his versatility in the industry so it's indeed a connisuer's delight to see him in an author-backed role in this production and needless to say, he proves equal to the task.

Joy Sengupta as the defeatist face of today’s youth, as someone who is unable to stand for his own principles but who tries to blend his own identity with the group identity is brilliant. As a man who is willing to trade his own individuality in the hope of gaining an identity, Joy’s portrayal is one of the most earnest seen in recent times. The actor manages to effortlessly convey the frustration and the duplicity of a human being whose existence and life is not his own but a favour from his ancestors. Secondly, his performance throws an indelible light on the question - Do I need to destroy my identity to be a part of my peers? A pertinent question for many in our generation, today.

Neha Dubey is efficient in her portrayal of a girl who has taken to a show of supercilious arrogance to hide her own insecurities. As a woman who suffers from an inferiority complex, Neha brings to the character of Zoya an inherent empathy. The scene wherein the character faces the mirror and is unable to appreciate her own self shows a lack of self-esteem that is a masterstroke of performance. As a person who seeks appreciation of her beauty in the eyes of the others, Neha scores brilliantly. Her mother, Lillette Dubey as a woman who has no identity beyond being a mother and a wife is brilliant. Kiran Janjani on the other hand as a man labouring beneath the shadow of his own conscience is true to the script.

It’s rare for a director to take up such a complex and difficult subject for his debut. Normally first-time directors shy away from such attempts. In this context it’s really an evidence of the director’s self-belief and trust in his own directorial abilities that not only did he take up the challenge but has also been brilliant both in the characterization of the actors and the execution of the story. The way in which he builds up the pressure, giving the audience small hints here and there and still keeping them confused till the end is the hallmark of an accomplished director and hence it’s no hyperbole to say that Bappaditya Roy has arrived as a director. We hope he remains true to his calling and we, as an audience, are treated to more such exciting movies.

The effect of a thriller lies in the script and no thriller can succeed without a taut script. Pankaj Kapur deserves accolades for the way he manages to keep the script taut and relentless to its end.

A movie to watch, if only to appreciate the Truth…. So what if the Truth is bitter!

Monday, June 21, 2010

The Affairs of the State - My Thoughts on Raajneeti (2010)

Mahabharata is among one of our most loved stories and the echo of the great epic has been seen in many of our movies since we started making movies in India – especially the characters of Karna and Arjuna that have been a staple point in many movies but surprisingly, depictions of the film on celluloid have always failed the epic … here I do not speak of such fabulous versions such as Daanveer Karna, which was a landmark in both Telugu and Tamil Cinema, but of Hindi versions that either very melodramatic or just listless. The best Mahabharat ever made in Hindi was the serial that was aired on DD and which to date remains a benchmark for the present crop.


Adaptations have also not been very inspired and impressive, except a few like Hum Paanch (1980) and Kalyug (1980), which has been reviewed elsewhere on my blog. Hum Paanch was obviously from the Pandava point of view with Raj Babbar, Naseeruddin Shah, Mithun Chakraborty playing the contemporary Pandavas battling the evil feudal Duryodhan played by Amrish Puri, Kalyug was Mahabharat adapted brilliantly to a feud between two warring business families and told from the perspective from Karna (Shashi Kapoor)….. To this list, I would add Raajneeti, a brilliant movie with a strong binding script, adapting Mahabharat to the political circles and told from the perspective of Arjun.

Rajneeti boasts of one of the best ensemble cast gathered together in recent times for a film, where the cast has actually been able to perform and stand true to the roles offered to them. Considering the dearth of real, good talent in today’s world, that’s nothing short of a miracle and a miracle it is …

Ranbir Kapoor, as the modern-day Arjun, brings a sense of diabolical cool to the entire proceedings. His eyes do not let go of intensity nor does his face show chagrin or pain as he uses and abuses one and all; to pull strings, to maneuver his moves or to play the most outlandish of cards. The anger and the pain in the eyes are all evident as he moves from one move to another, not caring and definitely not sharing. The shades of grey go from a light shade of almost-white to the darkest strain of black as the character moves from being naïve to being almost ruthless.

Nana Patekar, as the modern-day Krishna, is all guile and canniness combined in one. A smart behind-the-curtains mover and shaker of all that’s transpiring, a perfect encyclopedia of the political world, a soft-spoken but dangerous, ruthless and manipulative man, he reminds me distinctly of Arya Chanakya. Nana, one of the best actors on the scene today, handles it all with élan and unchallengeable intensity. He is effortless and soft, still there is no mistaking the silences pregnant with meaning and the soft gestures laden with dire warnings.

Ajay Devgan, as the modern-day Karna, does not have an author-baked role, with the focus being on his adversary, Arjuna but he still manages to steal moments of glory from the very little amount of space that he has been given in the movie. The fury of a man deprived of his rightful place, the intensity of a man focused on proving his point, the anger of a man whose merit has been rejected, the hesitation of one who loves but is not loved in return; all these are emotions not easily captured but Ajay has to his credit one of the deepest smoldering eyes in the business and his eyes portray all of these with cool detachment and cold rage. His interaction with Nana and finally the scene where his hesitation changes the destiny of the climax, show an actor who has progressed much beyond his strengths.

Arjun Rampal, as the modern day Bheema is all brawn and no brain. The adage, Power corrupts, is the most-apt to draw for this model-turned-actor who is improving by leaps and bounds from ‘Rock On’ to ‘Rajneeti.’ He depicts a hard, flamboyant exterior with a soft vulnerable interior so well that although you start off by not liking him, by the time you end the movie, he grows on you to such an extent that you start loving him for what he is. You even forget his excesses, his transgressions, such is his transformation.

But the actor who rises heads and shoulders above all others, the actor who captures his role by the pulse and who is inevitably strong and weak, impregnable and vulnerable all at the same time, thus proving his versatility is Manoj Vajpayee as Duryodhana. You feel his sense of loss, his frustration, his pain, his anger, his fury and surpsisingly, though he’s supposed to be the bad guy, at times you actually identify with him! You forgive him his manipulations, turn a blind eye to his machinations and just focus on him …. This is a brilliant performance and the script writer has actually been able to portray the pathos of this character very well.

Katrina Kaif surprisingly reveals talent and actually performs; something I have seen for the first time in my life. Her speech is still jarring but it’s a marked improvement from the Gudiya dolls that she has been doing till now. Sarah Thompson has been under-utilized.

Sadly, Naseeruddin Shah is wasted. We wanted to see some more of his performance, not just his seduction of a party-worker! Darshan Jariwala is also wasted, an actor of his caliber should have got more than what he got.

Shruti Seth acts well, especially, the scene where she’s being ravished by Arjun and she’s consistently mouting a request. Her face is so expressive; would have loved to see more of her but then the script is really taut and I would not like to change anything, except the ‘Jyesth Putra’ dialogues mouthed by an ill-at-ease Kunti. Let’s face it, there are some dialogues in the film that make you cringe. It looks like we are back in the 1870s.

Prakash Jha has been one of our under-rated but brilliant directors for quite some time now. Right from Dhumal in 1984 to Raajneeti in 2010, every film of his has shown a different facet to the true connoisseurs of the art of Cinema and every facet is well-researched and well-directed.

An impressive film, still a film that will go above the heads of people who have grown used to watching paintings masquerading as films (read Raavan).

There have been quite a few posts degrading it as a B-copy of the Godfather. Well, it does have some inspirations from Godfather, you cannot call it a copy, as the director has not blatantly copied the movie but adapted it to a different scenario and has come out trumps while doing so.

And about people speaking about the violent nature of the film, it would do well for the same people to research elections in Kashmir and Coastal Andhra Pradesh in the 1990s, Bengal in the 1970s, and Assam in the 1980s. The level of violence may just shock you! And of course, the assassinations of Indira Gandhi and Rajeev Gandhi are there for all, who may want to dispute it.

Monday, May 31, 2010

The Rape of the Hindi Film Industry

Hindi Film Industry began in 1913 with Raja Harishchandra; saw it's first talkie in 1931 with Alam Ara; saw colour in 1937 with Kisaan Kanya; saw it's golden age in the 1950s and 60s, gave vent to the angst and anger of the Indian populace in the 1970s, fell into mediocrity in the 1980s, saw a revival in the 1990s and then sold itself into perpetual slavery to the Americanized Non-Reliable India based outshore in the 2000s....... and by the time we reach 2013, the centennary of film-making in India, we will finally find out that the Indian Industry just does not exist; it's become a failed clone-copy of Hollywood .....

The directors of today prefer to make a cut-to-cut, frame-by-frame copy of Hollywood rather than work out something on their own.... They swear by Steven Spielberg and do not recognize Shyam Benegal. Bimal Roy for them is somebody who made some movies, but they are incapable of remembering which movies...... Mehboob Khan for them is too melodramatic, and K Asif a one-film wonder!

The actors of today talk of Dustin Hoffman but have not seen a film starring Dilip Kumar. They have not heard of Motilal and Yakub ... Raj Kapoor for them is an 'indianised' version of Charles Chaplin and for them Naseeruddin Shah is no match to Nicholas Cage! They have heard of even second-rate performers in Hollywood but are not aware of stellar performances by great actors like David and Abhi Bhattacharya.

What can one expect from someone who rates Angelina Jolie and Jennifer Lopez as an actor! Wow - what a laugh! Sir, have you heard of Nutan? What about Meena Kumari? And if recent histroy is all you remember, I guess Sridevi should do the trick? Fans of Merlyn Monroe would be stunned to see that we had Madhubala in the 50s and Madhuri Dixit in the 90s ... but then, to appreciate them, you need to see them .... and who wants to see them?

You ask them of their favourite singers and everyone from the Beatles to Micheal Jackson and Prince and who-knows-who is spoken of but the names that ruled not only hearts but also had exceptional command over sur and taal (something no Westerner can claim to having) are not even spoken off in the same breath ..... Mohammed Rafi and Lata Mangeshkar are not even on their hear-list!

The result in all but evident ..... I managed to see a film called Kites recently, the best example of the malaise that's destroying the character of our Film Industry..... it has everything - a good and handsome actor, a beautiful, brilliant and bountiful actress, awesome locales, brilliant cinematrography ... everything but no 'soul' ... like the mannequin placed in some corner of a shop, it can show off some dresses but in itself it's nothing.....

Like a Biryaani, that has the finest meat, the best of other ingredients, has been cooked well and also served well but has no salt and no edibility.... Kites, like all contemporary cinema of today is beuatiful in appearance but lacking in soul

And that's expected; in an near-incestous industry, where only family connections get you an opportunity and where real talent in raped and murdered every instant, and the bigwigs of the industry themselves are no more than prostitutes, ready and eager to sell themselves to mediocrity and for money to their clientiele in US and UK, what else can be expected.....

The Hindi Film Industry is being raped ... just like Draupadi was violated and again Bhishma, Drona and Karna are silent! That led to Kurukshetra and the eradication of the entire Hastinapur line .... what will this lead to, only Lord Krishna knows:

I end with a beautiful couplet from Iqbal:
Watan Ki Fiqrr Kar Naadaan, Qayamat Aane Waali Hai,
Teri Barbaadiyon Ke Mashwarre Hain Aasmaanon Mein .....
Na Samjhoge To Mitt Jaoge Ae Hindostaanwaalon,
Tumhaari Daastaan Tak Na Hogi Daataanon Mein .....

Friday, April 30, 2010

The Errant Student, The Ideal Teacher - My Thoughts on Jaagriti (1955)

Memories, however sweet always tend to hurt you - if they remind us of good times, the heart yearns for a return to those days; if they remind us of bad times, it reminds us of what we have gone through - either way, nothing but pain can be earned from memories.

One such memory from my past is related to my school days! It's true that I completed my matriculation way back - a long way back! It's been so long sometimes, it appears to have happened in my last life ..... Still there is so much from those days of carefree abandon, those days of innocence that I still remember: the taste of Simba pop corn still seems to be esconced on my tongue, the mind still remembers the aroma of the freshly-painted desks! 13 June or 14 June still mark an important day in my life, though the trigger belongs to an era forgotten.

Do not misunderstand me ... It's not as if I was the apple of my teacher's eyes, the cynosure of the school, the 'scholar' that the system prides in; on the contrary I was different, plainly different from all in the school and hence was never accepted by the school nor appreciated by my peers ever; I have all the many reasons to be estranged from my school but still my heart beats for those days that have left me long back ...... and suddenly it has all come to the fore.... Actually, Facebook is the culprit here as I chanced to meet my ex-collegues after what seems to be an era on the site ....... and suddenly it all came flooding back!

Everything that had been hidden in the back of my mind has all come back to the fore and somewhere deep in my heart it's hurting. I am no longer the guy I was then; everything about me has changed! The ideals of communism that I espoused then have given way to heady capitalism, the dreams of a life devoted to research and science has long been relegated to the background of finances and investments; innocence has given way to culpability; but still memories of that time, that age remain ... one can never escape them.

In such times, there is one film I recommend to all  - it's one of the first mainstream Hindi Films on Children and the relationship between a teacher and a student .... a genre very rarely seen in the mainstream and a genre which can boast of very few good movies ..... Jaagriti - if you ever get a chance to watch this movie do not fail to do so .... this is a film that will make you cry and laugh with the protagonists; a film that will remind you of your school days.....

Jaagriti was released in 1955 and had none of the top actors of the day; there was no feminine love interest to boast of, the musical score was by a genius who was just making his name in singing, there were only 4 songs and that was considered harakiri by the standards of the time ... and to top it all, it was about juvenile delinquency, it was about children and it was about the relationship between a teacher and a student, against the backdrop of a newly independent nation ...... no one could ever prophesize that not only would this film be a hit but that it would also be a classic to be loved and remembered when the more popular formulaic films had been forgotten ....

Abhi Bhattacharya as Shekhar really brings the ideal of a teacher to life...... whether it's while holding back when the guys let off all their steam, softly explaining his point, subtly puting his point across and also ocassionally wielding the cane with aplomb, the guy comes out all trump. Abhi is such a natural that I remember trying to compare in my school if any of my teachers matched upto him ..... His confidence makes him let go of the centre-stage without feeling the heat and still maintain his presence. No doubt he got the Filmfare Award for Best Supporting Actor for his performance. Among others, Pronoti Ghosh plays the role of the mother ably.

Raj Kumar Gupta (not to be confused with Jaani Kumar) is the man in the middle. A child artiste, who not only ably carries the film on his shoulders but also carries off the confused and conflicting emotions of Ajay without any major stress or pressure. At different stages of the film, he is the rebel without a cause, a angry child, a man of his own design, a friend carrying the guilt of a friend's death and in every stage he not only proves equal to the task but often puts everyone else in the shade.

Rattan Kumar ia also brilliant as the soft-spoken Shakti who is the perfect couterfoil to his mercurial friend Ajay. In the 1950's there was only one child-artiste who was more popular than Rattan and that was the iconic Daisy Irani .... but unline Daisy, Rattan always managed to play lead roles in a time when children film were itself an aberration - Boot Polish and Jagriti being two of his biggest hits. In this movie, Rattan is the epitome of the perfect student and his performance is a revelation.

Satyen Bose, the man behind such classics as Gunga-Jamuna and Chalti Ka Naam Gaadi is also the director who pioneered child films in India. That he is a great director, there is no doubt.... if you have to look, don't look beyond the swing scene - it's the most emotional scene in the film and only a director of finesse can bring out so complex an emotion from a bunch of kids. A very brilliant director!

Music is awesome to say the least ..... Hemant Kumar is normally known as a genius singer but he was an equally brilliant musician. It takes a lot of talent and capability to score 4 brilliant songs and personally resist the temptation of singing even one of them. Each and every song is a revelation - Asha Bhonsle's eulogy to Mahatma Gandhi, "Sabarmati Ke Sant" still moves us and brings tears to our eyes ..... Her second song, "Chalo Chalein Maa" sung in two moods can be compared to some of the best mother-child songs ever composed in the Hindi Film Industry.

Kavi Pradeep, the great patriotic songwriter who has given some of the most patriotic gems ever composed is at his personal best in "Aao Bachon, Tumhein Dikhayen" ... He is so well-adapted to the mood and tone of the song that the other masterpiece of the film is often forgotten by the conniseurs .... "Hum Laayen Hain Tufaan Se Kashti Nikaal Ke" by Mohammed Rafi is a masterpiece that needs to be listened to understand the meaning of the word masterpiece......

If Kavi Pradeep's song is the epitome of a teacher's lessons being taught in a musical mode, Mohammed Rafi's call is the best song that a teacher would like to sing on a farewell .....

Hum Laaye Hain Toofan Se Kashti Nikaal Ke;
Is Desh Ko Rakhna Mere Bacchon Sambhal Ke

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

From Khan With Love - My Thoughts on My Name is Khan (2010)

My Name Is Khan is indeed a movie that speaks from far beyond it's scope, a movie that attempts maybe more than it can chew; that tries to deliver a message which may be beyond it’s limited scope but let’s face it, there is indeed, without doubt a sense of history that pervades each and every frame of the film, the earnestness of the makers shines through each and every angle, every scene oozes of sentimentality and humane concerns, in short it is a perfect example of the ‘desi’ effect ......... now on the flip side, the story is not told subtly, more often it's loud and crass, the humour jars at times, the director oversimplifies the context of the movie to an extent that at times you feel spoon fed but I would still go ahead with the movies for it dares to take a stand and for that one moment of conscientitious bravado, I say it makes history in it's self. Even if all the controversy that was generated had not been there, even if the film would have been shorn of all the paraphernalia that occurred, the film would have still stood on it's own as a story that needs to be told ...... In a world that has lost patience with a contrarian opinion, it dares to make a statement that goes against the grain of modern thought today and for this, my friend, I say, the film has it's own space in History.

The history of the 20th century is a history of change and of conflict fought through proxy; …. the accelerated growth of science and technology, the fall of the imperial models that ruled the world for the last 3 centuries through two devastating world wars, the insidious blood-stained battle of supremacy between democracy and communism, the sex revolution and the resultant chaos due to these factors put severe strains on questions of religion and morality, as was laid down in the bygone era and was consequently destined to put the two world orders, one emergent, the other renegade, in direct conflict with each other ....

The Clash of Civilizations was just waiting to happen and in 1979 it did happen ..... Soviet Russia's ill-fated invasion of Afghanistan in 1979 and America's short-sighted support of the Islamic feudal order to break down Russia was bound to backfire - you do not bring home a wolf to take care of the cobra – it was a new lease to the shrinking power of the past and the obstructionist and conservative Mullahs, who had been pushed to the fringe by the march of humanity towards democracy and liberalism grabbed the straw offered by the Americans to resuscitate their career, to provide it with a life of it's own, and they added to Afghanistan, emotive issues such as Palestine, Kashmir, South Philippines etc – fuel to an engine that fed on death .... Little did the States realize that it was creating a Frankenstein monster and that one day the monster would return to feed on it as monsters inevitably do ..... and that happened on 9/11 .........

9/11 changed the way we look at the world and suddenly being Muslim became automatically a crime, nay a 'sin' in the eyes of the world. Adages such as 'All Muslims are not terrorists but all terrorists are Muslims' became increasingly used universally as if the IRA, the LTTE, the NSCN, the ULFA, the LRA and many other such organizations were overnight transformed to Islamic, in nature, temperament and retrospect .... Liberals spoke against this demonisation of Islam but as Adolph Hitler once remarked, 'the greater the lie, the louder it is spoken and the more it's repeated, the more people will accept it as truth' . it invariably, became accepted as truth ....... Not one voice of reason spoke against it, victimisation of Muslims became common; no one, not even Hollywood dared to speak against it and therein lies the reason My Name is Khan needs to be lauded for they dared to speak what none dared to speak ...

My Name Is Khan can be aptly defined by one statement that the protagonist makes early in the film and then repeats throughout the film, "My Name is Khan and I am Not a Terrorist." This is the message of the movie and to be frank the message goes out loud and clear, sometimes a little too loud and clear for comfort but all the same, it achieves it's target!

Shahrukh for a change decides to let go of the megastar that we see too frequently and brings out the actor, something we are pleased to see, he has been doing more frequently in the recent past ; the mannerisms of Raj and Rahul are still there but they subside in deference to Rizwan Khan, the role he plays and he succeeds in making them a part of the elaborate characterization of the part. The charishma and charm of the actor is a given and is bought to great effect in both the early scenes as well as in the dramatic second half …. Renditions of people with special medical conditions is sadly not given the respect it deserves but SRK gives us a refreshing performance, one that does not make a caricature of either the actor or Asperger’s syndrome, which the character is supposed to be suffering from.

One of the best scenes in the movie happens when SRK, while trying to meet the President of the US, gatecrashes into a Charity dinner organized by a Christian trust and though ready to pay the necessary amount is told that only Christians can be a part of the fund-raising, he donates the money and withdraws, tellingly making a comment on the haplessness of religion when he says ,”For those in Africa who are not Christians…..”

Kajol is as vivacious as vivacity can be and serious as seriousness can be. Many critics have derided her performance in the first half as flighty while showering praise on her for her performance in the second half. I wish to disagree. Kajol as Mandira in the first half is a perfect and at times a logical counterfoil to the enigmatic Khan. She is equally restrained and powerful in her controlled performance as the grieving mother in the second half, however I thought that her outburst in the second half was hamming of a high degree. (SRK meanwhile was very strong in that scene). But the scene that’s bound to remain in the mind of a discerning critic is the one in which she coolly tells Reese ,”She will …. She is a mom.”

However, The most beautiful and powerful performances in the film comes from two child actors, Yuvaan Makaar and Kenton Duty. Both of them are young, impressionable and brilliant and show to considerable effect, the gulf that formed between Muslim / Non-Muslim relationships in the wake of 9 / 11. The cemetery scene where Resse (played by Kenton) walks away from Sam (played by Yuvaan) with cold hatred showing on the face of the former and bewilderment showing on the face of the later is one of the most powerful and evocative scenes in the movie.

The film is also helped to a great extent by a brilliant set of character-actors who perform ably and well; special mention must be made of Zarina Wahab who performs the role of a sensible but hapless mother torn between a challenged and a normal son effectively; Pravin Dabbas as a conscientitious Sikh (Bobby) is very effective.

I liked the guy who played Raj (Arjun Mathur); not an actor with a lot of records under his belt but the fire in his belly can be felt …….. he has 2 of the best dialogues in the movie and delivers it to the hilt, who can forget dialogues like these …. To Bobby:

Ek Sardar Ko Musalmaan Samjha Gaya To Aapne Apni Zindagi Badal Di; Yahaan Ek Musalman Ko Insaan Nahin Samjha Jaa Raha Hai Aur Aap Waqt Nahin Nikaal Saktey

And to Komal (well performed by Sugandha Garg)

Agar Ye Khan Naa Hokar Khanna Hota To Tumhein Problem Nahin Tha?

Jimmy Shergill, the ever-forgotten actor who appears to be in his elements, only in a Vidhu Vinod Chopra film, is given an opportunity to portray an estranged brother and does it with élan. He portrays the anguish of a neglected brother to the hilt. Sonya Jehan is very strong in her portrayal and has some of the best scenes in the film. Her monologue towards the end is an excellent piece of writing although I am not sure I agree with ‘hijab’ being a part of anyone’s ‘wajood’ ……. Equally impressive is the trauma that she depicts on being de-hijab-ed, the tears seem to rise from someplace deep and even Jimmy is in his elements while trying to convince her to give up hijaab

Katie A Keene and Dominic Renda are also good. Sheetal Menon looks good and is adequate in the acting department. Vinay Pathak shows a strong sense of humour and a flair for comedy. Benny Nieves as a detective and Christopher B Duncan as Barak Obama are adequate. Jennifer Echols as Mama Jenny is an actor-par-excellence and I wish someone could tell me who was that actor who did Funny Hair Joel as that guy was really good. I am sure I have missed out on a lot of actors but that does not take away from their brilliance, it only points out my incompetence rather than take away from their performance.

Music in the movie is different from the normal fare – easy on the ears and sweet too ….. all the songs have a Sufi touch and hence have a somewhat transcendent feel …. Sajda by Rahat Fateh Ali Khan, Shankar Mahadevan and Richa Sharma is exceptional …… Noor-E-Khuda is also beautifully rendered but I liked Tere Naina by Shafqat Amanat Khan the best. I think Shankar Ehsaan Loy are among the best we have in the industry today

And that brings us to the Director – Karan Johar is nowhere among my favourite directors but his last 2 films, Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna and My Name is Khan have made me sit up and take notice of the man ….. I am still not enamoured of him but I guess I will grudgingly accept that he has talent. The one scene which convinced me of his talent is when SRK throws pebbles at a terrorist recruiter (well played by Arif Zakaria) in a mosque in an analogous scene that reminds one of the Islamic tradition of Stoning the Devil. Then there is the opening sequence shot in the airport which delivers the message in a very impressive style. Karan has been uncompromising and almost gallantly lachrymal in shooting the film, making the emotions not subtle but loud but still unlike many other directors, the film does not become vulgar or cheap.

And that brings me to the finale …… My Name is Khan is what is prescribed by the doctor ..... it's important that we all accept that there is no religion to terrorism and that being A Muslim is neither a Crime nor a Sin ...... and I conclude by saying ......

My Name is Iquebal And I am Not a Terrorist"

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Why should Amitabh be awarded?

They announced the Filmfare Awards tonight and what a shame! Amitabh Bachchan was adjusted 'Best Actor' for his performance in 'Paa' ....... Surely, the jury could have found a better rationale than to award Amitabh for a role that was nothing beyond the pale of imagination ......... Versatile actors like Naseer, Kamal  and Sanjeev have done greater justice to similar roles and have never even been appreciated, so it's indeed a matter of great surprise when Amitabh gets renown where even actors better than him have not been commended

In a year, that boasted of brilliant performances as diverse as Irrfan in Billoo, Shaahid Kapoor in Kaminey, Saif Ali Khan in Love Aaj Kal, Abhishek Bachchan in Dilli 6 and of course Aamir Khan in 3 Idiots, what could have been so great about a performance that did not even speak to the heart that it had to be awarded a Filmfare? Since when has Filmfare become a personal fiefdom of the Bachchan family? Why should an award a year be the norm for a family which is grossly overrated?

Sad to say this but Filmfare has lost it - from a class apart to a chatel apart, it has been a story that was better never written!

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Satyamev Jayate - My Thoughts on Rann (2010)

I remember the day when I first saw the visuals of Rann - everything about the film seemed clichéd, a typical everything-ends-well kind of story that's the staple of our industry; going by my experience I should have dumped it aside and not given it a second thought, but something, somewhere, cut me close to my heart - maybe it was the earnest innocence that exuded from Amitabh, maybe it was the pained anguish that exuded from Ritesh - but there was a quality about it that marked it differently .....

The day the movie got released, I saw the wave of outrage that marked the movie review on various news channels, for a moment I felt vindicated by my choice for a movie but when I started looking at the reviews from my friends, for a moment, I felt insecure - was I betting my money on a lame horse? was I putting my money on a lost cause, a caricature? Today, after watching the movie, I can say, no! The movie may not be a classic but it indeed is much better than those so-called intelligent movies like Paa .....

So what was it about the movie that I liked so much? There have been better movies on the rape of Truth by the Media, a notable case could be the classic 'Main Aazad Hoon', which was much ahead of it's time .... but the said movie spoke about Print Media .... Television News Channels were largely left untouched except for a human interest story in 'Mumbai Meri Jaan' or as a sideline in 'Chak De India' or other similar movies ..... What was different was the fact that this movie was about the media, for the media, by the media and of the media ...... And what really was impressive was the feel of lost innocence and fall of values that made it all so natural.

The silent connivance of Jai (Sudeep), the fall from grace of Vijay (Amitabh) and the incessant fight for lost innocence by Purab (Ritesh) is what makes the film different .... Yes, the film is slow but then what else do you expect from a movie that deals with an issue as sensitive and difficult as the use and abuse of Media ... If this film would have been made by a foreigner, we would have sung paeans to the maker and termed it a classic, but since it's the effort of an Indian, our colonial mindset looks at it differently ......

Ram Gopal Verma, after a long time, manages to make a movie, that is worthy of his name .... though the movie may still not be a patch on Satya, Shiva or Company, still it's much better than all the Phoonk and what-not he has been dishing out over the last many years..... Maybe it's still not too much for us to expect RGV to come back to what his forte was and to make those movies that gained him the respect and love and trust of the discerning audience ... it's time, he learnt that even though film-making is a matter of commerce, it's not a factory like any other .... it's a different industry and it runs on a different norm!

Amitabh Bachchan manages to pack a punch in his performance; the director has ensured the authenticity and continuity of the film, by not insisting on putting him in every frame in the movie but only wherever strictly required! Fans of the mega star may find it a tad frustrating and may be disappointed but then no actor is bigger than the film; the graph of the actor does not miss a beat even once .... And Amitabh being Amitabh brings brilliance to the film, without even trying to do so; right from the introduction scene to the final monologue, he is a man in control and he shows that effortlessly

Ritesh Deshmukh as a man whose innocence has been lost; as a man who genuinely believes in the freedom and impartiality of the press; as a journalist wedded to the ethics of a profession that became extinct with the advent of TRP ratings, is so true to the role that there are times during the movie when he steals the thunder from under the noses of senior performers. 

Sudeep, as Jai, is the man to watch out for. His performance is well-etched and well-graphed like a symphony in progress - each and every aspect of his performance like a wave that surpasses the previous and builds momentum for the next to follow ...... a wonderful actor, Sudeep is here for the long haul and he proves his mettle in this movie - Watch out for this actor; he will make an impact

Paresh Rawal - what does one say about this actor? It would suffice to say, that so much is expected from him, that what would be adequate or even masterly in case of other actors is considered inadequate in his case and looking at him from the glass of his capability and talent, he does not live up to expectations - his performance is stagnant, after a high that's reached early on.

Mohnish Behl, Rajat Kapoor and Gul Panag are adequate; actually Mohnish does show some sparks in his monnologue but both Suchitra Krishnamoorthy and Rajpal Yadav disappoint. Suchitra had a brilliant chance to redeem herself as a double-dealing COO of a news network that keeps contacts with the opposition but it's a classic case of 'What could have been ...' Neetu Chandra does not have a lot to do in the film, it would have been great if a little aspect of hers could also have been documented; it would make the end slightly more plausible but still she is adequate

Ram Gopal Verma, as stated earlier, would do well to concentrate on making movies with subjects that make sense like Rann if he wants to get back the respect and honour he had earlier on. His combination with Amitabh is really worth it's weight in gold if one forgets nonsense like Aag and this is what he should avoid like the plague. 

The rape of Truth, the replacement of News by Sensationalism and the understandings that exist between the fourth state and the other pillars of Society is a dangerous precedent and can lead the nation to disaster - It's high time, we understand that a free Press is not only desirable but also essential for our existence ... It would not take long to learn that most revolutions on Earth were the result of a Despot or Tyrant trying to throttle the Press from speaking the Truth ... it would be a matter of great shame and disservice to those great leaders from the past, if today, the freedom of the press, for whom they sacrificed their all is disrobed by it's own people in the assembly of the rich and the powerful.

One last word about the media - someone today on the media, while rubbishing the movie said that the Media always works keeping certain norms in mind.... Could that person please explain, where were those norms in the 26 / 11 attacks ...... We are waiting, please do reply!
 
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