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Wednesday, December 22, 2021

The kids are alright... or, are they?

The end of the year calls for a rant, so... brace yourselves for some truth bombs. 

The kids aren't having in easy during the pandemic. Well, none of us are, but often it's the kids who have to pay a higher price, as they have to bear the brunt for longer periods in future. 
For more than a year, they have had to cope with online classes, instead of being in school, in classrooms. Of course, now, some of them have been able to go to schools, in some places, and some of the online classes have transformed too (to hybrid mode, for instance). But does that mean they are in a better position? How has the pressure been like? Well, the pressure has been overwhelming. Since the kids have better coping mechanisms, we are not often able to see the damage the unavoidable pressure situation does to them on the surface level. The strain on their mental health can be detected upon careful observation and behavioral analysis by experts, I'm sure.

Right after the outbreak of the pandemic in 2020, I had to discontinue home tuitions for obvious reasons. For me, the break was a welcome change, and it was something that I would have otherwise chosen as well, as part of personal compulsions, yet it meant saying goodbye to my students for good, or so I thought. With many of these students, and some ex-students, there's the opportunity of staying connected virtually on social media. All through 2020, and more acutely in 2021, I have had interactions with kids (teenagers, actually), and some of the conversations I had were startling for me. 
Many of their words and dialogues were indirectly cries for help. Though I did try to address them responsibly and sensibly, I could see my limitations, as I couldn't actually help them in the real, physical place. Also, I couldn't address their parents, on most occasions, since I was bound by confidentiality. The follow-up on the kids' progress could also be done satisfactorily. I felt helpless at times. 
My earnest request to parents and guardians would be to seek emotional counselling for the kids and young adults compulsorily. Some of the better schools have already understood how imperative mental health is, especially during these trying times, and have rolled out initiatives to bolster essential social and emotional skills. In fact, all educational institutions should. Specifically, to help kids deal with panic attacks and to cope with extremely stressful situations at home (or elsewhere), there are simple yet effective techniques that are needed to be taught. 

Unless we all understand how important it is for kids to be helped with fostering of communication skills, developing self-acceptance, learning coping strategies, for better relationship management and decision-making, we won't be taking care of them responsibly. Our generation did not receive decent mental health education, accept the sad fact. My school was one of the very first schools in Calcutta in the late '70s to have a designated 'psychologist' in the Senior Section, however, the system was hardly functional when I was a student (in the '80s). I did gain my perspective on the dysfunctionality much later. How I wish, as kids, we were taught that putting ourselves first is okay! In all the lessons of kindness (in Moral Science, that we were compulsorily taught) towards others, we should have been taught to be kind to ourselves too. We should have been taught that self-love isn't necessarily selfish, that choosing ourselves over others shouldn't come at a cost.


Friday, December 03, 2021

Forgetting and Remembering

"Forgetting it is important. We do it on purpose. It means we get a bit of a rest. Are you listening? We have to forget. Or we’d never sleep ever again." 
[Ali Smith; Autumn.]

"Remembering is important. We have to let the memories flow. It means we can relive the joys and the sorrows. Don't close your ears! We have to remember. Or we would never really be alive." 
[Namita J.] 

Monday, August 30, 2021

1995 - the year that it was for films!

1995 was a watershed year in my life. 
However, recently, as I was going through the list of films released that year (internationally), I was astounded by the number of amazing offerings. Here's a selection of my favorites from the year (the titles aren't in any order), although a major chunk of these 34 films I got the chance to see much later: 

Se7en
Toy Story
Heat 
Casino
Braveheart
La Haine
Before Sunrise
Fallen Angels
The Usual Suspects 
Clueless
Leaving Las Vegas
Apollo 13
12 Monkeys
Die Hard with a Vengeance 
Sense and Sensibility 
A Walk in the Clouds
The Bridges of Madison County 
Mallrats
Bad Boys
Welcome to the Dollhouse 
While You Were Sleeping 
Dead Man Walking
The Quick and the Dead 
Feast of July 
Nine Months 
The Englishman Who Went Up a Hill But Came Down a Mountain 
Total Eclipse 
Boys on the Side
Rangeela 
Bombay 
Akele Hum Akele Tum 
Naseem 
Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge 
Yugant 

Sunday, August 29, 2021

Spotify, you're bang on!

Spotify couldn't have been more right. 
Arijit Singh is my go-to singer whenever I feel like immersing myself in music, be it any kind of mood I'm in, romance being the all encompassing emotional feeling for me.
By the way, ever since I've been hooked to Spotify, there's no looking up other apps for my music binges. 

Monday, June 21, 2021

Happy World Music Day!

Music is the most inexpensive time machine that can ever be. Merely listening to a song, sometimes rather accidentally, as a tune or a melody wafts in the air and reaches our ears, we can be instantly transported to a time that exists in our memories, deeply embedded in a corner somewhere within. Sometimes we can exactly land at the place or the situation that has an intimate and personal memory association with the song, sometimes our brain fills in the missing spaces in the continuum and colors them having almost no regard for the origin of association. 

Like most Indians, my associations have been with the songs, not just music, and that too with songs from films. Interestingly, the songs that we have an instant connect with are always pure, simple and magical. Songs and nostalgia are natural partners. Some songs are too sublime, we don't want them spoilt through cover versions (remakes being the commercial and widely acceptable term in Bollywood), nor do the triggering of responses change for the same (we don't want to). Such songs are our ticket, our passport to a lost time, as if all was well back then, even the tears we may have shed were pure and, hence, cleansed our soul, our very being was made pure - the actual scars left behind can't hurt us now. 

Postscript: The song I'm listening to right now, that opened the floodgates of memories for me, is the song "Jeene de yeh duniya...." from the soundtrack of the 1985 film called 'Lava'. The song (it has multiple versions, as was common in those days) was sung by Asha Bhosle and Manmohan Singh, penned by Anand Bakshi, and set to tune by Rahul Dev Burman. The film (which I must have watched on television some years after the release) starred Dimple Kapadia and Rajeev Kapoor, along with Raj Babbar, Asha Parekh and Madan Puri. 
(film stills below: courtesy old magazines) 

Monday, May 17, 2021

Favorite Pisces celebs

Just for fun: a names-dropping post, for a change. Here's naming some of the famous celeb personalities - alive - who happen to be my favorites. I may or may not follow them on social media, but I do follow their work and achievements, for which I admire them (not necessarily worship them as a fanboi.... hahaha). 

Aamir Khan 
Rihanna 
Daniel Craig 
Glenn Close 
Javier Bardem 
Drew Barrymore 
Bruce Willis 
Shreya Ghoshal 
Sharon Stone 
Queen Latifah 
Rob Lowe 
Ansel Elgort 
Jensen Ackles 
Adam Levine 
Miles Teller 
David Thewlis 
Oscar Isaac 
William H. Macy 
Josh Gad 
Kesha 
Jon Bon Jovi 
Lily Collins 
Lupita Nyong'o 
Dakota Fanning 
Alia Bhatt 
Eva Mendes 
Elliot Page 
Kumail Nanjiani 
Shahid Kapoor 
Tiger Shroff
Justin Bieber 
Laura Prepon 
Emily Blunt 
Alexander Koch 
David Mazouz 

Friday, May 07, 2021

Why write? Why not?

Why write?

Well, I had stopped writing for a while. For a long while. Here. I had been going through a lot of conflicts. Internally. Not that I've stopped having them. But I thought it might not be wise to let them be known. To the world. After all, who cares? To whom would it matter? Whether I write or don't. Facebook and Twitter had become close substitutes to Blogs. Microblogging seemed to be the need of the hour. Maybe I had been flogging a dead horse for quite sometime. Vlogs had replaced Blogs. The surviving and thriving Blogs were a different ballgame altogether. From what I had grown used to, since I had become a blogger. 

Well, changes are natural. Evolution is necessary. Whether it suits me or not. Then why stay in the game? Why not quit?

Why; why not?

Here lies the answer. Maybe I can carry on. Doing what I did. Because I'm still alive and kicking. More importantly, because my quest for ego-boost is minimal. After all, isn't self-expression rewarding in itself? Why think about competition? Why look at it as a race? I've never really bothered about validation or adulation or acceptance. Call me 'too old-fashioned' if you want. I cannot afford to be driven by appreciation or understanding, and that too here (of all places). So there. I'm hanging on to my solitary beat. 

Thursday, May 06, 2021

Battling the deadly surge

When did grief become a luxury? 
When did sorrow become an awkward inconvenience? 
When did rage become an interruption? 
When did lament become a dismissible indulgence? 

When we decided that we cannot afford to pause and emote. 

The world is trying to grapple with a pandemic of mammoth proportions. Coronavirus - Covid-19 - reared its ugly head in the latter half of 2019..... almost all through 2020 it wreaked havoc; but, as the world had been hoping for a respite, finally, in 2021, our country is witnessing the worst ramifications of recklessness combined with ill-planned attempts to tackle the crisis. As the every-day situation becomes more and more horrifying, the projections for the near future aren't any less alarming. It's the worst kind of cautionary tale for the world that can ever be, say the experts. Prayers and real-time support are sought for my country, for my fellow citizens. We await a miracle maybe, to bend the curve of India's catastrophic second wave of the disease.

Sunday, May 02, 2021

The Lonely Wife

'Charulata' (1964), the film by Satyajit Ray, based on a short story by Rabindranath Tagore, was called in 'The Lonely Wife' in English. I noted this when I was too young to understand the complex and mature facets of the tale, the ten year old boy that I was, and possibly the loneliness of Charu, the 19th Century Bengali middle-class housewife in the film (played by Madhabi Mukherjee) was something I could understand. I even told an adult family member, sometime after watching the film on television, that it was my favorite film and got rebuked, maybe the person dismissed it as something entirely precocious. How could a young boy understand a woman's experiencing of an emotional and psychological void? And what about the simmering sexual tension? I didn't, of course. But I did find the projection of my own loneliness, my longing, that I could not put a finger upon, that I could never articulate. I even tried reading the original short story by Tagore, stealthily, soon after, and this time it seemed hard to fathom, the literary expressions. Now, after so many years, looking back, it's crystal clear why. Ray's sublime visual storytelling had worked its magic upon the impressionable kid. 'Charulata' is thus hailed by many as Ray's best film, as the moving images - along with the brilliant musical score composed by Ray - conveys the entire gamut of emotions. Cinema is, after all, the art of visual storytelling, and it reaches even the most innocent and immature viewer in ways that are not much explored. It resonates deep, and makes strange inroads to our psyche. Today marks the 100th anniversary of the maestro; the cinema of Satyajit Ray shall be celebrated for as long as cinema survives.

Saturday, May 01, 2021

We Can Be Heroes


Films are usually supposed to tell stories. But, then, there are films where the narrative isn't just a narrative, the intricacies of plotting take a backseat and the characters and the setting assume a life of their own. 'Futuro Bay' (2014) is one such film. In it, the visuals are too powerful, they - along with the minimal dialogues and the music - convey a lot. The song, with the powerful vocal of David Bowie, 'We Can Be Heroes', itself packs a solid punch. 

'Futuro Beach' (Praia do Futuro) is a Brazilian film, essentially in Portuguese (with a bit of German dialogues too), directed by Karim Aïnouz, who seems to be one of the most powerful filmmakers right now. It stars Wagner Moura, Clemens Schick, and Jesuíta Barbosa. It's not an easy film, no matter how easy on the eyes its gorgeous visuals are, it's an elliptical gay romance. The metaphors, the nuances, the references are profound. It's a triptych of a film, neatly divided into three chapters. Being a bold film, it's not meant for all. However, for the empathetic viewer, it can be really rewarding, since it's a film about displacement and identity, love and its costs. Needless to emphasize, I loved the film. 

Thursday, April 29, 2021

then AND now

Me, then: I know, everything happens for a reason.... but, sometimes, I wish I knew what the reason was. I'm too desperate to know why it happened - the way it did.

However, now: I no longer want to find out what the reasons are/were/have been. Not anymore. It's too taxing, too exhausting to keep digging. No matter what's found, there can be no closure that would bring peace and calm. Rather, it's best for me to come to terms with the happenings; what has to happen - happens; I surrender to the grand design. I have also come to terms with the consequences, the reactions, even the spiralling effect and the recurrences; the rage and the agony, or the helplessness at the betrayals - they all are part of the bigger picture. So, I simply let them be. 

Tuesday, April 27, 2021

Merchant-Ivory Cine Retro

Been lucky to catch a bunch of films from the Merchant-Ivory collection, it brought back the horde of memories associated with many of them which were viewed for the first time on television (be it on Doordarshan or on Star Movies), some of them when I was just a school-going kid.

The Householder (1963)
Shakespeare Wallah (1965)
Bombay Talkie (1970)
The Wild Party (1975)
Roseland (1977)
Hullabaloo Over Georgie and Bonnie's Pictures (1978)
The Europeans (1979)
Jane Austen in Manhattan (1980)
Heat and Dust (1983)
The Bostonians (1984)
A Room with a View (1985)
Maurice (1987)
The Deceivers (1988)
The Perfect Murder (1988)
Mr and Mrs Bridge (1990)
The Ballad of Sad Café (1991)
Howards End (1992)
In Custody (1993)
The Remains of the Day (1993)
Feast of July (1995)
Cotton Mary (1999)
The Golden Bowl (2000)
The Mystic Masseur (2001)
Before the Rains (2007)

Monday, April 26, 2021

'P' for.....

'P' for..... 
prescription pills
passion overkill
procrastinator's slumber 
psycho-babble numbers 
post-void jottings down 
pseudo-somatic frowned upons