Tuesday 29 April 2014

रेल गाड़ी Rail gadi


i wonder how many of us remember standing at a level crossing, the gateway barred, waiting for a train to pass..
for me, counting the bogies attached to the engine became an obsession, i catch myself at the count, sometimes still...!!!!
this has become a fond memory...
thought of this last night....

रेल गाड़ी
रेल फाटक  फिर बन्द था आज,
इस जानिब खडी मैं ,
गुज़रती हुई रेल के डिब्बे गिनती रही,
आदतन। ....
अक्सर लगता है ऐसा ,इन वक़्तों मैं ,
जिंदगी रेल की रफ़्तार सी, दौड़ीं  जाती है ,
और मुझे मंज़िल का  पता भी नहीं ,
बस इस जानिब खडी  मैं ,
गुज़रती हुई जिंदगी के हिज्जे गिनती  रहतीं  हूँ,
आदतन....
~ विन्नी जैन
29/4/14
Rail gadi
Rail phatak phir band tha aaj,
Is janib khadi main,
Guzarti hui rail ke dabbe gintee Rahee,
aadatan...
Aksar Lagta hai aisa, in waqton main,
Jindagee rail ki raftaar see, daudee jaati hai,
Aur mujhe manzil ka pata Bhi nahin,
Bas is janib khadi main
Guzartee hui jindagi ke hijje gintee rehtee hoon,
Aadatan..
.~ Vinny


Monday 28 April 2014

between the devil and the deep blue sea!!

these are difficult times for an ordinary Indian citizen such as me...this election has taken on an extraordinarily intense pitch, its a life and death matter, it raises questions of being that raise doubts and sow confusions in our minds, questions that concern our belief systems and the ingredients of our identities. Hell!!! when did i give away my right to decide for myself the contents of that which is right and that which is wrong for me?
the fevered pitch at which these judgements are being made and thrust down my throat, question the nature of our democracy in my mind...
therefore it is that if i do vote for a certain someone, i'd best drown in the sea, and if i don't, i'd best pack my bags and prepare to move to Pakistan!!!
well, politics was always theatrical in these parts, but of late it has taken on particularly black hues...it smacks of a sense of self righteous worth that demeans the other in order to survive, a grand plan that must, as a matter of necessity destroy all that , that stands in its path, in order to find fulfillment in dubious creation.
that kind of exclusive extremism, displayed in the public space by almost all players, bothers me, it lacks a decency that comes from informed considered deliberations, it lacks the careful choosing of accommodative actions, a selection of a path, a course of action, based on inclusive consent. it rides rough and hard over my finer sensibilities, making a brute out of me in the process
i resent the environment in which i am forced to live, forced on pain of 'my way or the highway' positioning...
secularism is now a dirty word. in a country that has suffered on account of deliberate use of religious identity for vote bank politics, communities in turn have learnt to use their numbers to bargain for shares of the developmental cake, such as it is.
i grew up in a time and a world where your relationship with your God was manifest in private space and was respectful of my relationship with my God, Manifest in my private space.
in these ready , loud, rough times, that relationship , no longer sacred and sacrosanct, is worth nothing if it doesn't shout loud enough through the barrel of a loud speaker, it is worth nothing if it doesn't intimidate...
i want the nuanced finer things of my world safe..and yes if that means that i must move to Pakistan, then so be it..
or Switzerland, Italy or Greece for that matter...!
Vinny Jain
28/4/14


Sunday 27 April 2014

TUM AUR MAIN तुम और मैँ

this was written about a month ago...


TUM AUR MAIN
Main,
rehti hoon aasmanon main kaheen
Khayalon main khoyee ,
Ankh moond loon to,
 sirf mera hee apna anokha satya roshan rehta hai...
Sirf wahii raah dikhtee hai,
Jo har modh se jaati hai tum tak...
Tum,
Chaho ge agar ke main Aankh khol loon,
Gir jaongi main aasmanon se,
Tumhare shehar ki chamak,
Meri aankhon ki binayee cheen leti hai,
Tum baanh thaam lo,
to is dhoop chaav main koi raah dikhe...
~Vinny
24/3/14

तुम और मैं

मैं,
रहती हूँ आसमानों में कहीँ,
ख्यालों में खोयी,
आँख मूँद लूँ  तो,
 सिर्फ़ मेरा ही अपना अनोखा सत्य रोशन रहता है,
सिर्फ वही राह दिखती है,
जो हर मोड़ से जाती है तुम तक,
तुम
चाहोगे अगर कि आँख खोल लूँ ,
गिर जाऊँगी मैं  आसमानो  से,
तुम्हारे शहर कि चमक,
 मेरी आँखोँ कि बिनाई छीन लेती है ,
तुम बाँह थाम लो,
तो इस धूप छाव मेँ कोई  राह दिखे
~ विन्नी
24/3/14

Thursday 24 April 2014

Asterix conquers america 1994


i was 31 when my dear little heart broke for the first time....yes , yes 31 :-P never mind that!!!
its been a lot of trouble since .perhaps that is its nature :-)
this however is about  what one can do by way of distraction when ice cream alone ceases to work.!
cartoons!!!!!!
.here are my fav ones..!!!!!




PS: could those who are the current self annointed super powers take a look please :-P

Wednesday 23 April 2014

मैं , main, (Sailab)

मैं
पिछले बरस का सैलाब,
 अब भी मेहमान है गाँव में ,
घर, चौबारे, चूल्हे, हांडियां, लोग,
सब सीले सीले से हैं,
मिट्टी  की हांडी की मानिन्द,
हर बार जब नया गढ़ती हूँ खुद को,
कुछ है, जो रह जाता है पीछे,
आकार छोटा होता जाता है,
घटती, घुलती जाती हूँ मैं,
चेहरे की लाकर्रों में ,
टुकड़ों के निशाँ नज़र आते हैं अब...
 ~ विन्नी
23/4/14
Main
Pichle baras ka sailaab ab Bhi mehmaan hai gaon main,
Ghar, chaubare, chulhe,handiyan,log,
Sab seele seele se hain,
Meeti ki handi ki manind,
Har bar jab naya gadhtee hoon khud ko,
Kuch hai jo reh jata hai peeche,
Aakaar chota hota jaata hai,
Ghatti, ghultee jaati hoon main,
Chehre ki lakeeron main, tukroon ke nishan ,
nazar aate hain ab...
~Vinny

23/4/14

Sunday 20 April 2014

#Two States, the movie....Delightful!!!


  
Arjun Kapoor as Krish Malhotra
Alia Bhatt as Ananya Swaminathan
 Ronit Roy as Vikram Malhotra – Krish's Father
  Amrita Singh as Kavita Malhotra – Krish's Mother
 Shiv Kumar Subramanian Shiv Swaminathan – Ananya’s Father
Sharang Natarajan as Manjunath Swaminathan – Ananya’s Brother
Ankit Chitral as Krish's friend
Revathi  as Radha Swaminathan – Ananya's Mother

Direction : abhishek Varmann

  

She : what will you do after graduation
He: I want to be a writer
She: what will you write about?
He: don’t know, simple stories about people like you and me, anything simple, where the story is the hero…

Dear Chetan Bhagat/ Abhishek Varmann,
(I don’t know who this ought to be addressed to, you seem to blend together!),


I did not read the book…sawwryyy!! 
I don’t need to now, do I? For we have this beautiful teleporting of one genre into another, seldom achieved, so effectively delivered with Two States. My mother and I went to the movies last night and bought ourselves some rather sweet delight!!

Chetan you do write simple stories, nuanced nevertheless, and Abhishek for a debutante that is a masterpiece you’ve delivered…more please !!!
You have control over your craft and must have an extraordinarily mature head on your young shoulders. Which is a characteristic of both the leading protagonists of the film, essayed effortlessly by Alia and Arjun. That extraordinary ability to identify ones demons and effectively exorcise them, how did you manage that at such a young age Chetan?

I like first person renderings of narratives, there is something deeply personal about them, as if one were being granted a rather special privilege to peek into the inner domain of a tormented soul. Krish's ( Arjun) torment, repressed angst, poignantly portrayed in the troubled relationship with his father, is intimate sharing bordering on the sacrosanct. Ronit Roy’s outstanding performance, manages the difficult task of portraying frustration and angst in a manner that is essentially lovable. The screen comes alive with the father son interaction, just as much as it does with the intelligently portrayed love story. Alia Bhatt is searingly brilliant, waif like,She is such a fiery, sparkling bundle of ignitable talent!!!

The poignant part where Krish (or is that you, Chetan?) tells his shrink the story of his fathers visit to Chennai , an unannounced visit to the Tamilian family of his sons desired mate, in order to make the marriage come about, brilliantly told!!

Krish (Arjun) : us raat main unko gale lagana chahta tha,  Par kuch Jyada ho jaata !! (that night I wanted to hug him,but perhaps it would have been a bit much)
That’s wisdom!! I often err on the side of excess :-P and bring about my own misfortunes!!

Ronit  succeeds marvelously in essaying the journey the father makes, from the misdirected anger of a troubled, fractured, tormented soul, to full realization of the pain that his actions are causing without, for his loved ones, and his self effacing attempts to make amends…that’s an extraordinarily controlled performance.

Yes we are a multicultural country, a political entity inhabited by diverse peoples, and yes my parents too made similar choices. I grew up the richer for that in body and soul. The film overtly portrays a situation where the cultural differences seem insurmountable, (of the Punjabis and the Tamilians in this case) but covertly conveys the truth that love is almost always enough. It is strong enough to create a world of peace , where multiple identities are all acceptable, for stripped of our cultural markers in flesh and sinew we are all human after all. the tamilians as well as the punjabees true to stereotype, quirky and quaint intheir own ways.
do you still use the old model typewriter, Chetan? my father did too and i have it still...that was used very subtly to depict creative idiosyncrasy i thought!

That’s a wise old soul you have Chetan or shall I say Abhishek ?!!

Shankar Ehsan and Loy were such a wise choice too. The music lingers and I cannot get these two mesmerizing numbers out of my head!!

Kudos, and more please!!!!I am thrilled that Indian cinema is coming of age!!!

PS : Chetan , could you put me in touch with your Shrink? I have more than a few demons , I could use the help in exorcising them !!!!
vinny jain
20/4/14



Saturday 19 April 2014

Perspective : Heritage: how much of the past should we carry into the future?

i live in a heritage city, a city that has several of the most beautiful heritage buildings of the world, the city of the Taj!!
we also have a different kind of somewhat amorphous heritage, a cultural identity, an aesthetic sense, a multilingual, multifaceted sense of the self, that comes from this peculiar geographical location.
everyone i know, who doesn't live here, wants to visit, indeed expats,no longer close yearn fervently to breathe in the air, the sights the smells the sounds. my uncle who left for Europe when he was 17, gets teary eyed every time he catches the scent of smoke when here, in winter evenings, of earthen pots baking in a fire kiln...
then why is it that the denizens of the city should harbor mixed feelings toward it all?
i walked in yesterday evening, obligation bound much like the captive audience i had to talk to, people gathered by the archaeological survey in order to 'do' something to mark the day, to observe the formalities and get it done with.
it was hilarious really to see the drooping shoulders and the apathy, so apparent from the body language, it was a holiday after all, marred by the mandatory observance decreed by the authorities that be!!!
official attitudes apart, the problem really is one of finding utility of the past and making it relevant, indeed desirable in the future.
the Taj, as well as the numerous monuments the city is dotted with, indeed the entire city deserves to be declared a heritage city, could have been the objects of love if they were treated with love and respect. if the people were made equal stake holders in their management and upkeep and if ways and means of partnership were found between the residents and the government to share resultant benefits and revenues.
tourism and the related ancillary services, languish from want of official attention, infrastructure is weak, attitudes, official attitudes inhospitable. poverty often results in  hardheartedness, despite the rampant glorification of the largehearted impoverished, and that in turn generates nefarious practices
the linking of environmental concerns, with the yellowing of the marble on the facade of the Taj, has brought about the displacement of industry from the city, a city already impoverished, is dying for want of livelihood.
we are all creatures of our pasts, our personas  reflect the lives we've lived, we cannot escape that reality.
our only hope to happiness and satisfaction, and by that i mean both material well-being and contentment of the heart, is in finding peace with that past, indeed in this particular case, finding economic worth and utility as well as aesthetic appeal.
art is not for empty stomachs, Bernard Shaw said, the stomach has to be satiated before the senses can be gratified. that for me is the great dilemma that this city lives with. Were that it were otherwise!!!
as for me, every visit to any of these monuments makes time bend, i am transported, blissfully at that, to a world long long gone...of kings and queens and everlasting love..
if that is not magical realism , then what is ? Eh Marquez !!!!?
vinny jain
19/4 14


Friday 18 April 2014

Perspective: of Time and Space and Love and Marquez!!!


Its World heritage Day today, the celebration of which is of some import in my heritage city…I’ve been invited to speak at a forum and must leave in a short while…
Another thing of greater import in my world happened today, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, passed away, 13 short of the Hundred years of solitude that so enriched my life
I read him at an impressionable age, and after the initial wonderment and awe had passed, realized that I had acquired my somewhat warped sense of time, reality and more importantly love , from him.
Marquez had an open mind about what constitutes reality, and he told an interviewer that "My most important problem was to destroy the demarcation line which separates what looks real and what looks fantastic, because in the world that I was trying to evoke that barrier didn't exist." He also believed in UFO’S  a notion that I too am inclined to accept, ( I would find it easy to accept that God is an Alien)but thought they were just passing by Earth on their way to some other destination.
His simple deep seated wisdom always always made sense to me. Therefore when he said, “ no medicine can cure, what happiness cannot’ , learnt that there was only one way to live, to live in the pursuit of happiness to the best of one’s ability, and also that, there was a time to let go, let go of even that pursuit and to let that which will happen, happen without futile struggle.
“It's enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.” 
One Hundred Years of Solitude
That’s something that I have repeated to myself over and over again , as I have gone through my lot in life, moments immortalized, to the exclusion of everything else, they alone matter.
Affections ‘rot’ away, or are rendered insignificant, people rendered redundant, and the heart in all honesty ‘may ‘have more rooms than a whorehouse’…life nevertheless goes on, or it stops, it matters not what, for the moment remains.
“What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.”
and that defines and becomes your reality. Reality for him (and for me)was neither an absolute nor one-dimensional. I remember being bewildered with the forays he made in time, back and forth, when I first read, One Hundred Years of Solitude. Now I am in sync entirely!!!

Rationalism often prevents us from seeing reality as anything other than material, concrete. It is often nothing more than perception, and we are the creators of our own reality.
Therefore that which the world described as ‘magical realism’ was not strange or unique for Marquez, it was simply real.
“ Everyday life in Latin America proves that reality is full of the most extraordinary things. To make this point I usually cite the case of the American explorer F. W. Up de Graff who made an incredible journey through the Amazon jungle at the end of the last century and saw, among other things, a river with boiling water, and a place where the sound of the human voice brought on torrential rain.”
Love and lust, war and revolution, poverty, youth, senility, the finality and endlessness of death, even the voraciousness  of capitalism, the corruption of government were all a part of his real world, things that he wrote about with ease and simplicity.

Marquez is gone but he is also irreplaceable…and will live on
Oh I will miss him…and so long as the world remembers he will live…
More about the past , the present and the future tomorrow…from the World Heritage Day piece…!
-vinny jain


Wednesday 16 April 2014

Aur kuch nahin hua...


this poem is one of my personal favourites..
the first line belongs to the immortal Gulzar, the verses are all mine.
the last verse was written first, in march 2011, and the others in 2013.

Aur kuch nahin hua...

Tum Gaye ho to aur kuch nahin hua,
Bas woh dariya jo mauj se behta tha kal kal karta, tham Gaya hai,
Sab batein chup ho Gayeen hai uski,
Mausamon se rooth Gaya ho jaise ,
Tum Gaye ho to aur kuch nahin hua...

Tum Gaye ho to aur kuch nahin hua...
Bas aangan main khada surk gulmohar sookhne laga hai,
Rista rehta hai paani peeli padi pattiyon se,
Shakhen jhuk Gayeen hain,Jaden sookh jayenge jald hee,
Tum Gaye ho to aur kuch nahin hua...

Tum Gaye ho to Aur kuch nahin hua
Bas do hisson main taqseem ho gayi hoon main,
Ek woh bavri jo vahin hogi kaheen,
Aur ek ye namurad jo khilkhilati hai bewajah ...
tum gaye ho to aur kuch nahin hua…

Tum gaye ho toh aur kuch nahin hua,
khud par se yakeen ghat gaya hai mera,
woh sakri si lakir,jis par paanv rakh kar jeete thee,
mit gayee hai,
tum gaye ho toh aur kuch nahin hua…
~vinny jain


Saturday 12 April 2014

of men and women and salvation...

I have a seminar to go to, a seminar organised as an exercise in remembering Ambedkar....
my mind mulls the notions of equity and inequity, exploitation and justice, and how societies are organised in a fashion that is essentially tilted to favour the few against the interests of the many, disinherited by the powerful from that which rightfully must be shared by all...
I’ve been called many names for thinking so, marxist, anarchist, anti establishment, feminist...even a rogue. Those names have only fueled my desire to explore the truth of my assumptions and my convictions have gathered strength over the years...
These inequities that one witnesses on a daily basis are everywhere, some take culture specific forms, but in their essence they are universal...patriarchy is one such universal. it pervades all forms of social ordering, the material, religious and the spiritual  domains as well, all  equally coloured with its  iniquitous taint...god, as created by modern man is a ...man, in his world men and women are different beings, ( not biological counterparts of the same species) and the rules that ought to order their different worlds should naturally be different. That’s Gods will and this is what religion ordains. One does not treat apples and oranges the same now, does one?!!!
A few years ago I asked a very dear friend a question. I asked him if it were possible for women to attain Moksha, to be liberated from the cycle of endless birth, suffering and death. The attainment of Moksha is the highest end that a Hindu can aim for, it is the reward that one hopes that one will attain for having absolved all sin through penance and righteousness. I asked him this as he, a Brahmin was engaged in the exercise of memorizing the Geeta, sought to live a spiritual life, performed the Yagna everyday and desired to imbibe the ideas of the Geeta in his everyday life and living.
he thought for a while and then his answer was this.
'There is no outright denial of Moksha for women that I have come across. However, women are beings whose consciousness is affected by the notion of love. Love creates attachment, that generates desire, desire in turn generates pain...therefore its extremely difficult, if not impossible for women to attain Moksha.'
 (inherent in that argument is the confession that men don't love, not quite the same as women do) 

That’s an argument that effectively cleaves the man from the women...they are two different beings, could have come from two different planets, could not be treated the same. That vision must inform the decisions that my friend, very modern, seemingly egalitarian, even benevolent, takes in the course of his dealings with men and women. That idea lubricates the synapses of his cerebral cortex, no wonder he can never quite treat women right...

Where had I heard that argument before? 

Draupadi was denied heaven 'cause she loved Arjuna more than she loved the others.

Two and a half thousand years ago a distraught Gautami stood outside a Mandapam in Vaishali, where the Buddha was then residing.She had cropped her hair, she wore a red robe and had walked barefoot from Kapilavastu. She sought to intercede with the Buddha, the man she had raised from infancy, to permit her and the several Sakya women who had made the journey with her, admission into the Buddhist Sangha. She had asked for this when the Buddha had returned to Kapilvastu and had been denied twice. Presenting him now with a done deal had not worked either, and there she stood, lost and teary, denied outright again.
Ananda saw her...walked in and sought to argue with the Buddha in her favour. Leave it be, the Buddha said, it cannot be done.
Ananda persisted, Master, he said, the Brahmins believe that women and the Shudaras are unclean, and therefore cannot attain salvation...must we leave them to that fate? Has Gautami not displayed enough merit to earn her the right to salvation?
All women I believe are shudras, denied equity not only in this world, but even in the next. They are not 'full' human beings, quite not the same as men...that is essence of all inequity that manifests itself in draconian ways all around us...it is the essence of patriarchy.
The Buddha eventually, after considerable persuasion by Ananda, relented and allowed the creation of a separate Sangha for Bikhunies...he did eventually recognize that women had the ability to seek and obtain salvation, just the same as men did. that for me was a giant leap forward toward a religion that was egalitarian in principle, even though patriarchy with its nefarious insidious ways may have severely affected the practice of that principle. Mahavir, the 24th Tirthankara of the Jains and the Buddha's contemporary was more revolutionary and permitted women ascetics with ease... his followers however are cleft between the Digambaras, who believe that Nirvana is only possible if the body is so neglected as to give up the wearing of clothes. As this is socially unacceptable for women, the women of this sect are denied Nirvana. The Svetambaras, the other Jain sect however have Bikhunies and treat women with greater equity, including an acceptance of the idea of the salvation of their souls. 
Modern religion however, is patriarchal, and endorsed the man / woman hierarchy in full measure, the earlier matriarchal cults subsumed, morphed , to meet the needs of patriarchy (but that for another day!)
Just as inequity flows from the idea that men and women are different beings, equity must flow from the notion that they are essentially the same...individuals all, human beings all, equal , though each one specially, able...
That's a world view that i hope will come to fruition in the future...no matter how distant that moment in time may be...I look forward to it...
Vinny 
12/4/14


Thursday 10 April 2014

ROZ KI PHERI

the endless cycle of the day with all its inbuilt imperatives.....

ROZ KI PHERI
anmana sa chand aaj ufak se nikalta nazar aaya,
Dhajja dhajja, geela maila sa mayoos,
Chipa rehna chahta jo jaise,
aur kisi ne jabaran bheja ho ,
roz ki pheri par,
Badan par kharonchon ke nishan ,
aur chere ki rangat zard,
Chehra chipana chahta hoga,
Aaj woh aur main hamnafas hum khayal hain,
Kuch din yoon Bhi guzare hain kabhi
Ki koi na dekhe, jee karta tha...

koi mukhatib na ho,koi sawaal na kare, koi jawab lazim na ho...
lekin,zamane ke masael roz peecha karte hain,
is phalak se us ufak tak

Roz ki pheri to lazim hee hai...
~Vinny


Tuesday 8 April 2014

Perspective: Renunciation


The doorbell rang at a quarter past two. It had been a busy day, i'd had a lot to do and the day was only half way done yet. I was not expecting visitors and was in no mood for them.
At the door was a mendicant, he wore a yellow robe and was in a group, it was Ramnavmi today, I  remembered, as I looked at the men scattered around the bock, ringing doorbells, asking for alms. The one at my door, I looked at and thought with Keats, “full beautiful, a fairy’s child”. He truly was, and the thought that crossed my mind was of a mother who searched for him still, and then of a woman, lovelorn, forlorn…
He asked for water and sat to drink on my garden bench. I looked again. Why was he a Renunciate? Why was he a Sadhu? When he, (indeed everyone of us) could be anyone he wanted. Was this really a rational choice made in full awareness of all available options, or was it merely a state of acceptance of what was given the external limitations one could not master the courage to overcome? I looked again. I did not see any inner radiance, no shiny glow, nothing otherworldly , no beatific smile lightened his dark countenance, indeed he frowned , troubled by the glare of the Sun and the heat of the day.
The giving up of the material world and its earthly shackles, in order to seek freedom, in order to pursue greater edifying objectives that would free the soul from earthy bondage, is greatly revered in Indian society. That reverence has never found acceptance with me. I've questioned the logic, as well as the merit of that argument. I’ve pondered the merit of the Budha sneaking away at night, pondered the need he felt to ‘sneak’ away in the middle of the night while his young wife and infant son slept. If that decision was above suspicion why did he not seek the blessings of his loved ones to traverse a new path, a path that would lead to glory and enlightenment? I’ve wondered if men ought to this abandon social responsibility, no matter how ennobling the ideal they pursue.
No man is an island , and I’ve found such men , many of whom do achieve higher states of consciousness, or acquire tremendous achievement, focused solely on the self, to the exclusion of the other. Where no relationships are involved, this almost narcissistic self centeredness hurts no one, but the self perhaps. Where friends and family are whimsically abandoned, a great deal of pain manifests, pain that is real and life altering for those on whom the decision is thrust. That pain must subtract from the brownie points earned in terms of pious merit, surely? Many young men are simply misled, or find this life of living with group, hive like, perhaps an easier life than the one they leave behind. That besides, even if each individual did indeed make that conscious choice guided by an inner light leading him to God…should he really have done so?
I’ve wondered therefore, does one really need to abandon the world in order to achieve that higher consciousness that they say is manifested as pure energy in the Brahman? The sublimated submission of the Sufi may seem to border on the lunatic fringe. Indeed walking the streets in rags, living in a cocoon of one’s making is outside the purview of the ‘normal’.
However living that philosophy of simple submission, and doing ones best in the given circumstances, striving to make a positive contribution, as and when one can, feeding a smile and healing a soul, is perhaps all the religion one needs. Certainly works for me…
Vinny Jain
8/4/14



Monday 7 April 2014

You and I

i knew the river, she said,
that lost its way in the desert,
there's not enough water,
to heal her scorched soul,
i think i share her arid fate, she said...

you got attached, he said,
to that story and wrote your own fate,
i can only  but find my own way across the desert,
and your fate you must mend on your own,
to take you along,
would be to falter, he said...
~Vinny
7/4/14

Saturday 5 April 2014

Perspective…Why #Queen...the movie, works for me


I’ve always admired stories of struggle, all kinds of struggle, as much with the shackles generated by the self as those of the world. I’ve been inspired by stories of being and becoming, of finding full potential, nay even those that tell of the struggles to surmount seemingly insurmountable obstacles, before the first steps toward liberation can be taken
I know that if one but stands still enough, one and see and hear these stories all around. In many ways each one of us has a coming of age, a finding of enlightenment story to tell, if only the world would hear.
We are after all but the many leaves of one tree, interconnected, similar, differ though we may in size and shape, in language and idiom.
Queen is one such tale, told with finesse and conviction. Its point of departure perfect, its trajectory true, it never, not once, loses focus. Many , many years ago, there was another rendering of another liberation and another finding. The story of Rose of the ‘Titanic’, told with splendor and skill, on a grand scale albeit in a different language  and idiom. In its essence it was the same as the idea explored in the ‘Queen”, that of a young woman shackled by patriarchal tradition, taught to believe in her own incompleteness, forbidden free thought and speech and taught, nay trained animal like, to behave in an appropriate fashion.
The human spirit wishes to break free and desires no structures imposed by the external world, that’s evident and therefore the indoctrination begins early, in the nascent years. There is an extremely poignant visual in the Titanic, of Rose watching with tears in her eyes as an infant girl is ‘taught’ to sit erect , fold her napkin right and use the ‘correct’ dinnerware. We learn to do to our children that which we may have resented when young and free, indeed it’s called  ‘socialisation’!!!Women bear a larger part of this civilizational load and in the Indian/Asian context this is particularly apparent.
It is this context that the film frames beautifully. Told in a light hearted manner, the metaphors are young and modern. The situations part of our daily lives, urban, mixed up modern, middle class India, realistically reproduced on screen. It’s the directors ship (#Vikas Behl) and he sails it safe into harbor to find a resting place in the mind and hearts of the audience. The casting is brilliant. #Kangana Ranaut, becomes Rani, she has the unique ability to forget the ethereal beauty of her physical self, that I think, enables her to put in an uninhibited performance, not the first, and certainly not the last. I look forward to many more such from her. It’s a delight to watch her glow, luminescent with inner light, as she walks away at last from all that inhibits her…that is indeed ‘the’ mantra one must aspire to live by.
I thought that the Japanese, Italian and Afro American characters, as the overseas expats  could have been cast with greater care, they come across as somewhat caricatured ,lacking in nuance.  Perhaps a few subtle details would have lent depth to the narrative.  However, it’s  a thoroughly engaging film, keeps the heart and the mind occupied!!
Vinny Jain
6/4/14


Friday 4 April 2014

AAS NIRAAS

ek adura sa khwab satata raha raat bhar
din chade bhi yaad raha
neend hee na aati to acha tha...

Aas Niras..
Sone chandi ki kirnon se khwab bune
13 raten, 14 din
Chand ghatne laga hai ab
Kam pad raha hai chandi ka taar
Ujali ujali see tez dhoop main peela pad,
pighal raha hai khwab
Suno,
Woh jo toota tara tumhari daraz main pada hai bewajah
Udhar de do 13 raten ,14 din
Ek khwab main paiband lagana hai
Chand phir badhne lagega...
~Vinny Jain

Tum aur Main

Main,
rehti hoon aasmanon main kaheen
Khayalon main khoyee ,
Ankh moond loon to sirf mera hee apna anokha satya roshan rehta hai...
Sirf wahii raah dikhtee hai, 
Jo har modh se jaati hai tum tak...
Tum,
Chaho ge agar ke main Aankh khol loon,
Gir jaongi main aasmanon se,
Tumhare shehar ki chamak,
Meri aankhon ki binayee cheen leti hai,
Tum baanh thaam lo, to is dhoop chaav main koi raah dikhe...
~Vinny Jain
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Thursday 3 April 2014

Perspective..
here's what happened today..

i walked into the office of a leading Hindi daily, to be part of a panel discussion on the rise of extremism and separatism in India.
i was a little late, given the state of traffic in my parts, everybody else was assembled and waiting. A Doctor, An Educationist who owns a school, a self confessed poet and social activist...and two reporters of the paper of course, ....all men.
they look me up in a cursory manner, i knew i had been dismissed!!! relatively young woman, they knew her not!!!
we began the deliberations planned, the issue was raised, the men asked to speak first of course!!!!
the venerable retired soldier of the indian army, the self confessed poet spoke first.
what i heard was a confused medley of arguments based on inaccurate facts, plenty of opinion, slanted in favour of the rather simplistic cultural nationalistic world view, nary a nuance...factual errors aplenty.
the physician next, now what was it that he said? extremism, regionalism, separatism, naxalism, communism...all isms painted in a single colour all nefarious , all red!!!
the educationist next...well i gathered nothing, those many words strung together, sound and fury signifying nothing!!
this piece is not about my perspective on the issues raised for the day, what troubled me was the mediocrity the media rolls around in, the newspapers that provide information and help form opinion, seem to function on principles other than merit, they dont do the essential  leg work, they dont have informed researchers of their own, they no longer put in the long hours and the hard work required for verifiable and reliable research.
 they take the easy path out, rely too easily on what the so called opinion makes of their lands say, without doubt or question.
how then , and why should , the common citizen hope that the media will function as the fourth pillar of democracy?
i left my sad little bundle of any such hope that i may still have had, in that office today...
Vinny Jain

Faraz...!!!

सिलसिले तोड़ गया वो सभी जाते-जाते...
वरना इतने तो मरासिम थे कि आते जाते...

कितना आसाँ था तेरे हिज्र में मरना जानाँ,
फिर भी इक उम्र लगी जान से जाते-जाते...

-अहमद फ़राज़

Wednesday 2 April 2014

#AnkhonDekhi, the movie

#Ankhon Dekhi
its not often that i get to go to the movies, this visit was somewhat unexpected too. The choice was all but forced upon me, along with the company which was entirely unwelcome! Clouds do have silver linings though and in this case it was a big broad one!
Ah the film, the film !!! is like a shiny bright star amidst the usual dross that the Hindi film industry serves for the consumption of its usually unsuspecting and indulgent audiences!!!
the first thing that strikes the senses is the camera, its eye synchronous with mine, creating the affect of a hand held camera. it takes one through the antiquated world of the by lanes of old Delhi, its dilapidated squalor, somewhat repulsive, yet oh so true a picture of middle class existence amidst the din and the stench.
its a world created with understanding and love, a frame created to tell the tale of Babuji, with empathy and an intelligence so rare that it is remarkable. the narrative has multiple layers, the conversations crisp and riddled with delightful innuendo, such a pleasure to decipher.

the film though is remarkable not just for narrative style, but for unusual content as well. its all about individual perspective and how the chief protagonist, played exceptionally well by #Sanjay Mishra, decides one day that he shall test every truth he has thus far believed in literally with his own eyes. thus begins a journey, a journey that takes the audience to the testing of many a untested axiom....has anyone ever 'seen' two parallel lines meet at the point of infinity? for example. that question wins Babuji the first, in a group of followers, all attracted toward a somewhat maverick individual breaking convention and seeking to live the courage of his convictions. its as much a journey within, as it is without, as much an attempt to understand the self,as it is to understand the world.Of course Babuji falls through the net of 'normalcy' and this heaps many a woe upon him and his family, unable to understand the cause, the effect or the ultimate inevitable  trajectory the journey is destined to take.
its an outstanding film, more than that its a brilliant idea and what is more the luminous  content is further brightened by the excellent story telling skills that #Rajat Kapoor displays. the film belongs to the cast and the crew, as also to #Kailash Kher.
it was gratifying to watch, almost a restoration of faith in the intelligence of human agency!!!
the only people who will not like it, will be those who will walk in expecting the usual Bollywood fare and encounter a  rich multi-layered narrative instead. thank you and kudos to all those who worked to make it so.
vinny jain

perspective, that's everything...and me? i just am...

Tum aur Main

Khwab sa jheena woh aas ka libaas
Kabhi oadh Liya kabhi bicha liya
Dhadkanon main basa Tere hone ka ehsas
Kabhi zahir kiya kabhi chipa Liya
Guzar Gaye hai bahut se din bas Issi tarah...
~Vinny