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Cricket : The mildly interested viewer’s POV

Written By: amodini - Mar• 27•07

Living with a cricket enthusiast, one, however unwilling, does watch certain amounts of cricket and does glean a very basic (and probably erroneous – I only half-listen) knowledge of the game. Over the years I have learnt that lbw is an abbreviation and not some quaint, unpronounceable cricketing term (oh, the English !), and when a commentator talks about “dolly” he isn’t actually taking about his cousin back home. I am still lost about the parts of a cricketing field ; off-side, on-side seem much like the parts of a ship – I really don’t care which side is port and which is aft – unless of course the lifeboats are located there. My day-dreams on getting on the multi-million prize-money quiz shows on TV and winning are rudely halted when I imagine myself being asked a cricketing question.

I’m a self-professed cricket critic, which does not mean that I critique games. It means that I consider cricket an absolute waste of time.

Which does not mean that I don’t watch any cricket. I do. I watch very little cricket. How can I not ? If there is a match on, it’s on on all the TVs in our home, since my husband ensures that on the remote chance that he locomotes to the kitchen to fetch himself a glass of water or a pinch of alcohol ( with the Indian team’s current form, what else can one do ?) the run-rate is always within line of sight.

And while I must say that I’m a viewer of the most preliminary order, I watch (only ODIs) and not very patiently either. However an ODI taking a turn for the interesting such as the India-Bangladesh match which looked like the under-dog would present a good rebuttal instead of tamely succumbing to one’s destiny, makes good viewing. And at India’s demoralizing defeats – which lately have been many – let’s pick one – at minnow Bangladesh’s hands, I’m surrounded by lamenters who beat their hairy chests at India’s downturn and writhe and moan at the loss. Emotionally detached as I am from the game, this display of grief is actually more interesting to watch than the game itself.

I do think that we overdo the cricketing thing in India, treating the national team members as soldiers going out to do battle. It is to be kept in mind that playing cricket for India isn’t actually social service. And it’s not altruistic either. Cricketers making it to the big leagues are paid, and paid well. Hefty endorsement deals and God-like status are a given. They are not only bestowed with fame and fortune, but rules are bent to accommodate these gifted men and the cars gifted to them. I’d like to see how many of these so-called worthies, these soldiers of India, upon whose broad shoulder India’s pride apparently rests, would still be playing cricket if it were some impoverished sport, without perks.

And what’s with all these people serenading the cricket team, by singing “cricket-flavored” songs, performing pujas, and building special bat shaped cars ? What, too much time on your hands ? Nothing better to do ? Life getting too boring ? Too much money and nothing to spend it on (send me a check) ? It’s cricketing fever, and apparently it’s suddenly evaporated after India was unceremoniously kicked out of the World Cup. Now everyone’s back to their regular sport – burning buses/effigies and stoning cricketer’s homes.

All this for a team which didn’t even seem to be trying against Bangladesh. Lackadaisical fielding with nary a trot in the step, dropped catches aplenty , and uninspiring batsmanship – form was non-existent. It was even clear to me, amateur that I am, that India would lose in it’s next match to Sri Lanka. “No,” said my wise better half, steady in his faith, “India will win – they will come through. Under pressure, they will perform”. I heard the same sentiment echoed from other friends, on the phone, via email.

Apparently the boys in blue didn’t see it that way.

Premonition

Written By: amodini - Mar• 22•07

Premonition (Widescreen Edition)Premonition is another time-travel film. Well, not time-travel in the sense that you’re transported to 1325 and must survive and get back to present time. Rather it’s a case of time warping in weird ways. Remember “Groundhog day” ? Bill Murray waking up to find that every day is Groundhog Day – a sort of time loop from which there is no escape. Going into Premonition I had no idea that this was a “time-travel” theme. And even though am a big-time sucker for above said theme, I have to say that Premonition is not all that great.

The film hinges around Linda (Sandra Bullock) who wakes up one Wednesday and is going around doing her house-wifely chores (drop kids off to school, clean house, do laundry) when she receives news from a policeman about her husband’s death in a car accident. Distraught Linda deals with the day, telling her kids about the tragedy etc, and sleeps exhausted. She wakes up the next morning to find that instead of it being a Thursday, it’s the previous Monday – time has somehow rolled back. And only for her. Which means that her husband is still alive, and rather surprised to see her sudden outpouring of affection. Every subsequent day for Linda is in jumbled and non-chronological order. The only thing she knows for sure is that her husband will die on Wednesday, and the big question is : Can she prevent it ? Can destiny be changed ?

OK, so the story looks like it would make an edge-of-your-seat thriller. And the acting is good and the direction fairly competent. The film though, suffers from inconsistencies. Time travel has certain “fictional” rules. And you can either respect them (like in “Twelve Monkeys”) or let them drift off into the wind (like in “The Lake House”). You have to pick a side. Premonition chooses to straddle the fence, making it a time travel film with holes. Not so good for people like me. In “the Lake House” I didn’t care because the film hinged around romance, not time-travel, and the film was no nice and sappy that I didn’t give a hoot if someone broke a few rules. Premonition, on the other hand, hinges on time-travel so the film needs to do THAT well to succeed.

The film left me dissatisfied with the tame ending, and the whole believe-in-a-power-greater-than-yourself philosophy. I get that often enough in real life ; must I see it (and pay for it) on screen too ?

I mean the film’s not bad, really, but it’d be so much better on DVD. Instead I’d recommend these films :

The Lakehouse
Twelve Monkeys
Sliding Doors

and these books :

The Time Traveler’s wife
Time-line
Doomsday Book
Kindred

Sholay : A little nostalgia never hurt anyone

Written By: amodini - Mar• 16•07

Ever hanker for that “Sholay” fix ? You know, the one where Veeru goes “gaonwalo” and means YOU ? If you did, nirvana is in sight. Star’s stand-up comedy show “The Great Indian Laughter Challenge” is calling out to contestants for the new season, and they do it in a very Sholay-esque style. And while the show itself is unwatchable currently because of it’s sexist jokes and lets-paw-the-hostess attitude, the advertisement pretty much hits the spot. It’s got a Dharam-paaji style voice, complete with swagger and drunken attitude, a la Veeru, exhorting the viewers to gain fame – “Famous hona chahte ho ? To gaonwalo , apna DVD/tape/VCD yahaan bhejo . . .” A little re-phrased, but that’s pretty much what he’s saying.

Besides bringing back memories of Sholay, and the time when I actually saw Sholay, it tickles me no end to see the very modern junta of Star TV viewers addressed as “gaonwalo”. Essentially “village-people”. And philosophically, nothing wrong with that. After all the world is one big village, no ?

Now if only they’d get the master-minds behind that advert. to actually direct the show itself, the show might actually regain it’s sense of humor.

Blank Noise Project Blogathon 2007

Written By: amodini - Mar• 08•07

Last year when BNP called out for Bloggers to put down their thoughts on this phenomenon we call “eve-teasing”, but which actually is serious, ongoing, harassment, I did. And the experiences I read that day, via links on BNP, left me horrified , but unsurprised. It happens, oh yes, it does. Thank God we are actually talking about it now.

This year when they called out again to put down your experiences of fighting back, I was unsure of my contribution. I haven’t done anything which you could term “heroic” – I haven’t walked into police stations, I have never fought back physically. I have however tried to protect myself, in crowded buses, by turning around and questioning men grinding into my rear, using umbrellas, and elbows, and keys, and zippered, metal-studded handbags. And I remember once, as a school girl, walking home in my white blouse and navy skirt, of being followed by two men on a motor-cycle, and veering off from the road, climbing onto a large pile of sand, and grabbing fist-fulls of it. The men circled the sand-pile a couple of times, leering and reaching out their hands, trying to grab at me, but then went away, when they spied traffic.

I remember, while living in a sea-side town attempting to take solitary walks along the beach, because it was so beautiful, and I loved the feel of sun-warmed sand on my toes. However, I gave up trying because the couple of times I tried it, some moron on a moped or a cycle would follow me down to the beach, and baleful glares, and choice epithets, even when uttered by me, spoilt the experience.

Refusing men their offers of “friendship” while standing at bus-stops can get pretty tiring after a while. So does refusing lifts from well-dressed young men, who know where you live, and profess a familiarity with your acquaintances. No, You don’t live there, and no, you don’t want to get into their car. However, more tiring than that is acting like eve-teasing doesn’t exist. Pretending that when you step out into public spaces, in streets, you don’t guard your actions, and you don’t use your handbag like armor. Pretending that in polite, middle-class society, women aren’t pawed and groped and humiliated. Pretending that you’re above this abomination happening to you everyday, when you’re not.

We never have conversations about eve-teasing in our living-rooms, in our homes. We never acknowledge the problem – such is life, and women must lump it? It can seem futile to fight this battle because it’s never ending, and you know that once you’ve had chided the molester in this bus, there will be another lecher in the next. But, if we don’t acknowledge this harassment, don’t speak about it, and complain (loudly), no one will ever comprehend it for the crime it is. Women who speak up are not weaklings. They aren’t refusing to take on “life’s problems”. They aren’t refusing to be practical. Eve-teasing should not be a part of “life”. It should not be the norm, because invasion of our private space, our bodies cannot be the norm. Ever.

Bravo, BNP !

She

Written By: amodini - Mar• 07•07

She comes in. The smell of expensive perfume wafts in with her silk sari. She looks almost the same as when I last saw her, except she’s thinner. Mummyji’s voice on the phone – so thin, so thin. She hugs everyone, especially me. We both exclaim delightedly, apparently in raptures of joy at seeing each other again. Mummyji looks very happy, calm, collected, in her element now that the room is at it’s full capacity. Come, come, joyous occasion and all. Sit, eat, shout! Loudly ! This is how we celebrate !

Her husband isn’t here. No, no says Mummyji, must be busy with the business. Ver rich, Mummyji has told me, they live right in the centre of things, you know where the price of land in Delhi is the highest. She wears jewellery worth lakhs everytime she steps out of the house. And the kids, those handsome sons of their father ? Two sons, imagine that, says Mummyji, such luck!

I remember her gesticulating with her hands, like she was measuring time, “Like clockwork it was – every nine months these was a bonny baby ! Her saas was thrilled. Treats her like a queen. And then after she had them, she went on a diet ! Uff, what a diet it was, Usha – she would not eat a thing ! Vimla would call me up and say, didi, you speak to her – maybe she’ll listen to you. You know how it is, Usha, how “healthy” she used to be. You know how they worried about her – who would marry a fat girl ? Now, reed-thin she is. As thin as you. Of course when you have your kids . . .” Her voice trails away as she reaches for the top shelf of the wardrobe, where she’s putting the clothes away. Then she turns and looks at me pointedly, shrugs, “And then she was always beautiful ….”

It is late. No one appears to be in a hurry. No schools to attend, no work awaits ? Mummyji is going to bed, but invites everyone to stay the night. We’ll put bedding down in the drawing room, it is hospitality, na ? My home is your home. Yes, Mummyji’s home is indeed everybody’s home. Invite them all in. I head towards my room. Almost everyone, decides to stay, unsuprisingly. The rummy continues.

Mummyji glances at me, “Usha, will you give her a suit of your’s ? She can’t sleep in that beautiful sari. Real gold zari, huhn?” Mummyji fingers the pallu delicately, the way she thinks a “proper” lady would, not like she covets it, but like a connoisseur examining a great piece of art. Mummyji looks impressed,

I assent and she follows me. I pick out a polyester suit, almost new. It fits me like a glove. Mummyji stands by watching, pleased that she’s staying. She heads toward the bathroom to change.

Mummyji has gone to bed, while she’s been changing. She comes to me as I sit on the bed, removing my jewelry, “Thanks, Usha didi, such a lovely suit, and it fits so well.” I smile at her, and she turns to go. And then, averting her head so I cannot see her eyes, as though talking to herself, “It’s loose actually, almost an inch on each side . . .”.

Water, water everywhere . . .

Written By: amodini - Mar• 03•07

water1Water came and went. The official entry from Canada, and making it into the final 5 Water finally lost out. Much as I hope that good things happen to film-makers who high-light the unfortunate plight of women, I have to say that Water didn’t deserve the nomination (as many other films don’t) – see my review here.

And then after watching making the news-headines everywhere, prior to the Oscars, I barely see the Water folks at the Oscars. Not enough PR ? Nobody knew who they were ? Finally saw one of the photos at a website, and I’m guessing they weren’t “pretty” enough for the Western audience.

water2Deepa Mehta is attired in her mother’s Banarasi sari. And though the sari is gorgeous (unlike her film), she wears it like a dish-towel, all clumped up and wrapped around her like she was going to the local sabzi-mandi. The woman needs help. SOS’s radiated out from her. I’m all for wearing your culture, and the doing your roots thing, and if mom’s lovely Banarasi fits the bill – all the better. But with a little grace please. Saris are gorgeous, and Mehta’s was too. However worn the way it was, it looked awful. I’d feel bad doing that to a sari.

water4And what was with the make-up ? Granted we don’t want to break the no-lipstick (Mehta wears no lip-stick – ever) rule, surely there were other alternatives to the dark-kohl, and the smeared rouge, none of which made Mehta look better. If you want to show off your “culture” please do it well. Seema Biswas, while not the most beautiful of women, wore her sari beautifully, all pleats and pallu in place. And Lisa in a brown gown looked nice. Not splashy – just nice. And John in his achkan looks good – hard to make him look bad, except in Baabul.

Going through Sepia Mutiny, came across this comment on the same issue :

. . . John and Lisa should have walked together looking very sexy and exotic together — hot couple! And the rest of the aunties about ten steps behind. As it is this is like those freakin’ Indian family outings when everyone has to roll together, freakin’ aunties take it personally when the kids want to cut loose and look cool in front of the white people and don’t want to be seen with sari-aunties. How many times have you seen it in Trafalgar Square or Niagra Falls? Exactly.

LOL.

How boring can you get ?

Written By: amodini - Feb• 27•07

koffee4As boring as Hrithik Roshan in “Koffee with Karan”. Really, the guy can have the fittest body in all of Bollywood, but is he witty ? NO. He tries, yes, he does. But does he succeed ? NO. In KWK he was so amazingly inane that he threatened to take the crown from the master of inanities – Govinda himself. I could see Priyanka Chopra, the other guest, being bored to bits (like me). And though otherwise she might have been a fun girl, her boat was dragged down by Hrithik’s sinking ship.

Now, why can’t everyone be as sparkly as SRK ?

koffee3Boring was one thing Mallika Sherawat was not (on the latest instalment of KWK – get wired people, or get TVed or whatever). Anything but. She was svelte, silly, and suffered from a massive case of superiority complex (and she said so). Now, I can see why the Karan Johars of the world poke fun at her with such impunity. I mean, that girl is cooking her own goose. And it’s not rare, that goose, it’s well done.

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Bhansali, the other guest with Mallika, was a mix of the anti-social and the I’m-so-good-I-can’t-get-better. He seemed greatly enamoured with his own films (he hadn’t watched any others), and was, by turns, sweet and obnoxious to Mallika (he wanted her to have acting, dance and diction lessons). He kept saying he had an inferiority complex, although it was nowhere in evidence.

Sunday, I was spoilt for choice, because the Oscar Awards overlapped “Koffee”. And since was too lazy to record either, kept flipping between them. And in the middle of all that flipping caught Nicole Kidman, reed-thin and beautiful in a flaming red gown. Gorgeous as she is, I thought she looked rather like a big, red, bow.

Fair and Lovely and worth it ?

Written By: amodini - Feb• 25•07

Courtesy Robert Burns (and the Web) , I get to hear this :

. . .
Fair and lovely as thou art,
Thou hast stown my very heart;
. . .

Courtesy Salon.com I get to hear about the furor on the “Fair and Lovely” marketing campaign. Note that this is the very cream that was the reason for protest by many women activists, resulting in a ban on the very sexist, racist ads. Now, apparently we have a “Fair and Lovely” alternative for the men too – I’m a little lost – weren’t men supposed to be tall, DARK, and handsome ? But, seriously this doesn’t make anything better; what’s bad for the goose is bad for the gander.

fairlovelyBack to Salon, C.K.Prahlad says : “Beyond such benefits as higher standards of living and greater purchasing power, poor consumers find real value in dignity and choice. In part, lack of choice is what being poor is all about. In India, a young woman working as a sweeper outdoors in the hot sun recently expressed pride in being able to use a fashion product — Fair and Lovely cream, which is part sun screen, part moisturizer, and part skin-lightener — because, she says, her hard labor will take less of a toll on her skin than it did on her parents’. She has a choice and feels empowered because of an affordable consumer product formulated for her needs.”

Prahlad seems to have it all wrong – “lack of choice is what being poor is all about”. Wow, this is so far out. Where does Prahlad live – on the moon ? I wonder if he has seen where the poor live, what they eat, and what they wear ? Choice does not enter into it, basic necessity does. Being poor is not about being able to buy “Fair and Lovely”, it’s about being able to buy food and affording a pucca home, and having a bathroom so you don’t have to defecate in the open.

Moreover he says that a woman (he takes the example of a poor sweeper in this case) is “empowered” because she can now buy an “affordable consumer product formulated for her needs”. Ah, taking the easy road to empowerment I see ! This frankly is a whole lot of hooey. “Formulated for her needs”, my foot ! Which needs ? The needs she has because she’s bought into the whole racist “fair is good” philosophy ? “Fair and Lovely” as Prahlad puts it is “part sun screen, part moisturiser, and part skin-lightener”. I’d bet that the consumers of “Fair and Lovely” aren’t buying it for it’s sun-screening or it’s moisturising abilities. In fact I’m not sure if they know about them at all.

“Fair and lovely” is a product which preys upon one’s insecurities and “baggage” – the whole “gori” appeal. But there are also other products which resort to unethical advertising, by equating buying their products to self-worth. The “L’Oreal” ads that come to mind are the ones with the tag-line “Because I’m worth it”. What exactly does that mean, besides making me instinctively gnash my teeth ? Like if I’m worth it, I use L’Oreal , else some other brand ? Does a woman have to know if she’s worth it before she can buy the product ? How worthy does a woman have to be before she can buy L’Oreal ? Does L’Oreal sell a worth-o-meter ? Would be ever so handy for us clueless females !

Is this some post-feminist thing that I’m not getting ? Because, really, I’m not getting it. It makes sense to me if you say, you deserve all the happiness in the world because you’re worth it. Or all the love in the world, or all the respect – you get the picture. But to say, you should go out and buy L’Oreal products because you’re worth it, sounds like nothing more than a cheap attempt to peddle beauty products.

How much is a woman’s worth really ? And can you use that to judge if a woman does or does not deserve something material (and how debasing it is to even think in this vein) ? Like there weren’t enough standards to be judged by (good daughter, good wife, good mother, good girl . . .) now we have L’Oreal selling their psycho-babble ? Good enough for L’Oreal ? Worth it, anyone ?

Honey, I’m worth it regardless of whether I choose to dye my hair with your coloring product or not. Or for that matter whether I choose to color my hair at all, or leave in au naturel in all it’s grey-streaked glory. Thin, fat, short, tall, dark or fair, of whatever creed, color or body-shape, a woman’s worth is independent of all the marketing hype the L’Oreal (and other) geniuses generate.

Then there is this ad. for body-shapers (I forget the brand-name now), with a woman accompanying her husband to a party, and being introduced to shapely, younger women. Basically a pitch for how this woman must wear body-shapers to keep her looking attractive, so that her man doesn’t rove. The ad. does not of course state what must be obvious to all women of sane mind – that a woman is better off without such a “roving” man.

Harmful messages like these, which drive one to buying their products because “no one will marry a dark-skinned woman”, or “you’ll lose your husband to shapelier women”, or your worth is counted in terms of your ability to buy hair-color/make-up are a problem. I’m not against make-up, per se (I use it myself). What I’m against, is when a woman’s worth and self-esteem is counted on those terms.

Also, messages like these are very, very problematic because they persuade women to buy into the “beauty myth”, adhering to the patriarchal standards of femininity – that “women” should be slim, beautiful, and sporting these beauty products – and those who aren’t, aren’t worth it. Trying to make oneself look better, feel better, do better is natural. And all gizmos which make you do this are OK, by me. However your self-worth does not come from them, and anybody associating the two, is a phony or is trying to make money off of you. Beware !

In this case, clothes do not maketh the woman.

Amitabh and the glorification of UP

Written By: amodini - Feb• 21•07

abupWith all the brouhaha in UP, there are also new ads on UP on NDTV. I say ads because there are a few, all very skillfully shot, featuring Amitabh Bachhan paying tribute to Uttar Pradesh. Along with making little of UP’s detractors, and pooh-poohing away the possibility of an increase in crime in UP, it also has Bachhan senior mouth the following line : “Agar punarjanm ho mera, to ho Yamuna ke tat par” (If I am reborn, let it be on the banks of the Yamuna).

And well he might, you could say, because he is from UP, isn’t he ? Son of the soil and all that. Who else but him to sally forth and protect UP’s crumbling reputation from it’s detractors ?

Yes, he is from Allahbad. And being from that city, it is to be hoped that he’d know well the condition of present-day Allahbad. And the lamentable condition of UP. He must know that what he seems to advertise in the ad is false. UP is no golden, glorious land. On my last visit to Allahbad, I remember overflowing heaps of trash stacked out in the streets of residential colonies, and when I played back the video of the riverside, it was so grimy, it was as if there was a perpetual fog of dirt everywhere.

It is not to criticize India, UP or Allahbad that I say this, but of genuine regret is this rant born. It is sorrow, how else should I say this ? When you come back to the cities where you were born but where you no longer live, hoping to see some of that desperate poverty alleviated, that stench of clogged nallahs gone, it is depressing to see what the Yadavs (and other politicians) are doing to the country. And then the bigger outrage, they pat themselves on the back for being not worse than the others ?

Coming at such a time, it is very obvious who the ad is targeted at. It’s an attempt to redirect flak, flak which is currently being directed at Mulayam Singh Yadav and Co. These ads remind me of the “Shining India” ads, not so long ago. Was there a shining India ? No. Is there a shining UP ? You’ve got to be kidding me.

Amitabh is now almost a legend. Age, numerous awards and felicitations, and that white beard he sports, have given him authority. We look at him with awe; all that he says must be true. He’s oozing charisma, and he’s very believable when he applauds UP, and berates everyone who dares throw a stone, when living in glass houses. And when you listen to him being so persuasive and so reasonable really, you seem to miss the bigger issue. Admittedly, other states are not models of good governance either, but a whole slew of ads, to just tell you that UP is not worse than the others ? This must be a whole new nadir of incompetency; not only do we give you filthy cities, bad governance, and pervading corruption, we dare advertise the fact that UP is not worse that the other hell-holes on earth ! For Amitabh to stoop to such depths, he must owe Amar Singh big-time.

Such ads. and other print ads. which appear in the media, are wrong becuase they appear only for the self-glorification of some individual or government, and are paid for by that political power/governement (read your taxes and your money). Such false advertising must contain information on the source of the information – who created it and who’s paying for it. This information must be bold and clear, front and center, loud and legible. That’d put Amitabh’s sweet poetry in perspective.

My Top Ten Songs of the week

Written By: amodini - Feb• 19•07

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And they are :

10. Kehta hai Baabul (the Amitabh-sung version from Baabul)
9. Jaage hain (Guru)
8. Tere bina (Guru)
7. Karle karle (KBC Title Song)
6. Halke Halke (Honeymoon Travels)
5. Dil kya kare (Salaam-e-ishq)
4. Dilli (Delhi Heights)
3. Sach huyi (I see you)
2. Sajnaji vaari vaari (Honeymoon travels)
1. Tere bin (Delhi Heights)

rsThe #1 song, “Tere Bin” is sung by Rabbi Shergill (remember the guy who sang “Bulla ki Jaana” ?), and is a gorgeous number. It’s in Punjabi and the lyrics have a beautiful, I’m-in-love feel. Here are the 1st 4 lines :

Tere bin, // Besides you
Sannu Sonya, koi hor naiyyo labhna // I’ll find no other
Jo deve rooh nu sakoon, // who brings peace to my soul
Chukke jo nakhra mera // who indulges me