Friday, September 24, 2010

Devi : A Satyajit Ray movie

 Devi is a poignant story of a young girl Doyamoyee (Sharmila tagore) who is married into a wealthy family to the youngest son,Umaprasad (Soumitra Chatterjee), who is studying at Kolkata. The father-in-law, Kalikinkar Roy is very much dependent on the young daughter-in-law and affectionately calls her ma, meaning mother. Doya is a silent yet very loving and devoted to her family. The few scenes that shows Khoka (meaning kid in Bengali) who is the son of the the eldest son in the family and the parrot being fed by her shows her affectionate nature.

Now the 60's where the time when women were restricted around the household, they had to cover their face (cower) from men other than their husbands (It still is, in many parts of our country). This imagery of dutiful wife, daughter-in-law is so graciously conveyed by Sharmila.

The first half of the movie gives a good insight into each of the character, like for example of the eldest daughter in law who is strict and yet good natured. Her husband meanwhile is heavily dependent on his father for everything and hence takes his dictum verbatim. Uma on the other hand belongs to the young generation of 60's well-educated, hopeful of a promising career and deeply in love with his young wife.

Things take an ugly turn when the father-in-law dreams that Doya is the incarnation of Goddess Durga herself. What is a dream after-all? a virtual, cooked-up projection of reality? Roy, who is devoted to worshiping Durga , and who finds happiness lighted up in his family by Doya , no wonder conjures up an image of her as the re-incarnation of Goddess herself. Doya who is a dutiful daughter-in-law does not speak against her father-in-law though she has misgivings and silently endures the whole situation.

Uma's character as the one torn between not upstaging his father on one hand and rescuing his bride on the other is well acted out by Chatterjee.

Tagore's acting of bearing this burden in impeachable, she carriers such powerful emotions just through her eyes and body language that Doya's silence fails to. The silent understanding that passes when Uma witnesses her on an altar being worshiped by a throng of people and the the resulting talks on the banks when they decide to elope is just too good.

Satyajit Ray's direction of building up the movie to the last scene where Doya breaks down completely when Khoka dies. Her illogical ramblings and her makeup that denotes Goddess Kali the demon destroyer is ultimate. The narrative, pace, timing, attention to detail is immaculate.

A bit of retrospect on the movie made me realize that the story can be interpreted in 2 ways which makes the movie hard to brand as anti-religion. You could say Doya was a goddess incarnate and she showered the Thakur's household with blessings and happiness, but ultimately Durga is also Kali who is uncompromising and shows no pity for the one who errs and hence takes away Khoka. Although the movie does not talk about Kali, but has used the term - Demoness, I find the narrative this way making more sense. The other way round you could Thakur's blind beliefs corrupted Doya's mind accompanied by the co-incidental coming to life of the beggar boy at her altar (Also, remember that his uncle has already given him a variety of medicines earlier before submitting to Doya's. The medicine's late reaction could have saved the boy's life). The rest of the miraculous healings could be just a matter of faith, you believe strongly enough and that can work miracles for you. Where as for Khoka, who fell sick had no such advantage. He was already in an unconscious state unaware that his favourite aunt was the one who held him.

One image that often haunts me, the dream Roy has - the shining bindi on Doya's forehead,
 transforming into the same bindi on the Devi's.

                                   

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Keep off the grass


After, all the dumb novels of the Literary Hero read in every corner of India, comes a fresh new look - keep off the grass by Karan Bajaj. As I started reading it grudgingly, ready to be disappointed by the sloppy dialogues and bad English, I was pleasantly surprised as I got hooked on to the smart one-liners.

I must say, before, I get deeper into reviewing this book, that, I have certain standards to rate a book, the first and foremost is - good hold of language, there is just no excuse for crap like some point someone  or Animal like things. Secondly if I need to just be entertained with meritocracy I'll watch movies, why the hell should I lick every line of the grimy book? I feel novels ought to express emotions, situations in a way we felt but really could not form them in words yet, tell us something we haven't known yet, impound us with ideas. the theme must not be just narrating story for the heck of it, story is just draperies not the essence unless of course the story is a fantasy.

Having said that everyone has their own rating system, if you can dig what I mean that's cool otherwise, well, go no further!

OK, coming back to the book, other than the language, I liked the the perspective of the protagonist - Samrat, builds towards India. Showing India in the eyes of one who essentially belonged here but somehow has lost his roots. What I mostly liked were, the deliveries on the harsh realities of life, that life isn fair. You cannot have the cake and eat it too. In order that you could achieve happiness, solace, we ought to let go of the materialistic driven world.

Why did he have to go to IIM when what he wanted was to essentially, is to search for answers, to explore. why does he not take off even when he is slinking down in the academics when his goal isn to merely get the grades? Its difficult to let go of the definite and run behind something you have not even formed a word about. I liked the way Bajaj lets the character seep into you lets you understand the turmoil, the constant battle that rages to live a easy life, fitting into what his life offered a Manhattan apartment, wall street job loads of money and yet he seeks more, a place where he need not constantly try to fit in, where he could be accepted the way he is. I also totally marveled at his time in Benaras.

Though I would say this one will not free your soul blah blah but yeah, makes a good read. It has good laughs packed in too. All in all for those like me looking out for more that story, go grab this book!

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Blue


The falling down,
Let me savour.
I am bound to no one,
No one to check the fall.

The final sweep the heart plunges,
Is what I wish to feel.
The closure the finale when the curtain drops.
No play here, no script, just an empty canvas.
And the ecstasy to paint it to any colour;
The imagination is mine to keep.
You have no place in here,
A temporary transit and i will be back into your arms.

But right here and now;
I wish to stay a little while more;
Where the music is thrown against the wall in earnest,
And i can feel its sharp edges strike and sting me.
The blue of the paint thrown,
And fall like droplets from a heaven bleeding.