Friday, June 12, 2009 

Refined, Stylish, Urbane, Modern, Sophisticated

A lot of people that I meet are under the mistaken impression that all the above terms are synonymous. It is only a handful who can see through the layers the true person beneath. Refinement is a state of mind wherein the purity of thought is reflected in words and action.

My current angst is due to a situation that we experienced recently. A group of people (whom I do not know very well) but look very urbane and live in posh houses behaved in a way that I felt was nothing close to what they potray on the outside. This base attitude was quite disgusting and also saddened me.  

Generally I observe that the richer the people become they start losing touch with any kind of universal values. Their riches rob them of humaneness which might be present in whatsover small amounts earlier. So what's a life denuded of all the qualitative richness of life ? 

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Wednesday, June 10, 2009 

Three Pigs


Imagine if the reader can jump into the book and change the contents of the book or imagine if the characters in the book decide that they had enough of their daily routine pages and decide to jump out of the book and join us in our life or leave us out their lives. They probably would; all that is needed is a wee bit of imagination. 

David Weisner, the super star of picture book illustrations, decides to take us in one such journey - a journey where the characters in the book decide that they do not like the way the story is going along and decide to make some changes. Well, is it hard to figure out what I am talking about? If so, rush to dwell into the book called The Three Pigs.

Let me warn you - this is not one of David Weisner's other books where it is understandable the first time one looks at it. If one expected that the book would be similar to his other great classics like Free Fall, Sector 7, Tuesday or Flotsam, one would be hugely disappointed. This is not on your face imagination unleashed on the pages. This book is a little more subtler and teases you to make some assumptions to comprehend the book fully. 

First time, we saw the book cover at the library, Sooraj shouted - "Is this is the continuation of the books where pigs started to fly?".  He remembered Tuesday, where at the last page of that book, the pigs start flying. I think there are quite a few references to some of his other books. The dragon in the book seems to be similar to one of his earlier books called Loathsome Dragon. One could also notice some of the pages that look similar to his book - Free Fall.  

The most surprising part is the reaction from my kids after we read through the book. Shraddha wants me to read this book atleast twice a day and Sooraj surprisingly also showed a lot more of interest in this David Weisner book compared to Weisner's other ones. I do not plan to write about the story or the content as it would take away the wonder.  It might be a bit like reading the last page of a mystery book first. It would suffice to say - "Read it with an open mind and be ready to let your imagination fly".  

I have read it so many times with my kids that I have grown into loving it. My initial reaction "Huh!" has slowly changed to "Wow!".  Be patient and it is a rewarding book. 


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Saturday, June 06, 2009 

Thenur Summer Camp

At Payir's home, Thenur,  the volunteers conducted a summer camp, and one of the items in the summer camp was to teach Silambattam, a traditional stick fighting. Look at these videos below taken during the summer camp and also the two teachers doing a demo. Enjoy. 

Kids learning Silambattam -


The teachers doing a demo of the art - 



It is surprising that there is a lot less information in internet on Silambattam. Most of the results on are related to the Tamil movie with the same name.  

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Wild Things

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Wednesday, May 20, 2009 

Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter... And Spring

Imagine an hour and half movie with hardly 30-40 sentences spoken; dramatic, beautiful sceneries spread across all seasons; eastern philosophy, stirring music - you get the wonderful Korean movie - Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter... And Spring.

The movie starts in solitary floating hermitage on a silent lake nestled in a beautiful valley. The opening shot opens to a door near the end of the lake. The door opens and we get a view of the hermitage stationed on the lake. The holy man in the hermitage brings up a small kid. There is one room in the hermitage - with a statue of Buddha in the middle of the room. There are two inner doors - doors that do not have any walls beside them. You can go through the doors or just walk around it. The doors are the most mysterious objects in the hermitage. What is the purpose of those doors? Why does the holy man and the kid use the door and not just walk around it. The only time the kid(now grown up) avoids the door is when he goes out to have a clandestine relationship with a girl devotee who had come to hermitage to convalesce(even during that minor escapade he first tries the door). Does it indicate the fact that we tend to try short-cuts or see the passages only when we are pressed into tight situations? No idea.

I like a movie where they do not lay down full details and let us explore and figure what it is trying to tell. This is one such movie where there are many mysterious scenes that keep you wondering and guessing their significance. 

It is simple, yet powerful visual story. I think the idea that you bear the fruits of your mistake and life is but a circle are the main themes of the story.  Here is a trailer of the movie - you will get the glimpse of the breathtaking scenes in it.  



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Sunday, May 17, 2009 

Creativity at Schools by Sir Ken Robinson



Tip from Atanu Dey.

This is a 20 minute long presentation. Listen to it, it is hilarious but drives home its point forcefully.  Some sentences from the video - 

If you are not prepared to be wrong, you will never come up with anything original.

We are educating people out of their creativities. 

We grow out of creativity.

Suddenly, degrees are not worth anything. 


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Crow Boy

In one of the recent movies that I watched, Delhi-6, there is a simpleton called Gobar that every one likes to make fun of. He is always presented with a Rs.10/- note on one hand and a 2 one rupee coins on the other hand. They ask him to pick up one of them. He always picks up the 2 one Rupee coins. Every one has a great laugh and say that is why he is called Gobar. At the end of the movie, when the same scene repeats again; this time Gobar takes the 2 one rupee coins as always and says - "If I had picked up the Rs.10/- note long back, you guys would have never had any fun". He had continued the drama to keep the other folks happy. Makes one wonder who was the simpleton?

It is a wonder how easy and funny it is to make fun of people who are different. Children usually can be merciless with a child who is different; but, we adults are also not too far away. We do not make fun at the face of folks who are different; but snigger away in the recesses of our minds and souls. Irrespective of umpteen examples where we have seen that the people who are different are the ones who make startling discoveries, give us great works of art and beauty and make us see the world differently - we continue to be indifferent or hostile to them.

Crow Boy is one such story where the kids of school in a Japanese village make fun of a short-boy and names him Chibi(short one). No one knows him well and he is not one of the folks who live near by. He walks alone from far away mountains every day to school. He attends the school diligently, but no one makes friends with him. He is always left alone to his own machinations during the intervals and lunch breaks. No plays with him and he continues to be taunted every day of his school life for 6 years. The author's single line in a page says it all - "He is always at the end of the line, always at the foot of the class, a forlorn little tag-along".

A tag-along whom every one, including the teachers, at the best ignore or taunt with names like slowpoke and stupid. But, unknown to every one, Chibi is busy finding his own way to understand the world around him. He hears many different sounds, he finds a lot of interest in watching insects that most of the kids would run away from. He finds variety of different things interesting - the class which teaches a give list of subjects is just not for him.

In the last grade of the school, in walks in a new teacher called Mr. Isobe. He is himself a bit different and regularly takes his class to a hill top behind the school. Here is where the rest of the kids are clueless and Chibi rises to the occasion; he knows about all the places where wild fruits grow, knows more about farming than anyone put together and he seems to talk with the crows. At the end of last year, Mr. Isobe makes Chibi appear on the stage for a talent show and every one hoots and jeers - "What can this stupid do?". Chibi starts imitating the various sounds of the crows. He imitates a newly hatched crow, a mother crow, father crow, cries of the crows when they are happy, sad and their cries in the morning and evenings. Every one is amazed that there could so many varieties in a simple crow call. Mr. Isobe then explains how Chibi learned all about the crow calls and various other information that he has at his disposal.

It is a fine ending for a rather sad story in the beginning. Taro Yashima, the author, thanks a real person called Takeo Isonaga, who appears in this story as a teacher called Isobe.

The story's emphasis is on the fact that the teacher can play a great role in moulding a kid; or making others kids aware of the talents present in each and every one of them. The other teachers were just like the majority of the kids and considered that Chibi was worthless and he had to be put up with for a period of 6 years. But, one teacher's belief could bring about a change in the school and make a kid happy.

A great story. The book was published in 1965 and won the Caldecott Honor that year. Taro Yashima's illustrations in water colours are touching and brings out the emotions in the page.

A great book to illustrate the fact to the kids that it is alright to be different.

(Cross-posted in Saffrontree).

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Friday, May 15, 2009 

Delhi-6

I did not know much of about the director of the movie Aks, when I watched it in the theatre. I enjoyed, but not many people did. Same goes with Rang de Basanti. A lot of people liked this movie and many hated it.  But, it tugged my heart. I like a movie where I have fun while watching or if it pulls my emotional strings. Rang de Basanti did that to me. He pulled very hard at my emotional strings.  By this time, the name of the director Rakeysh OmPrakash Mehra had hit the limelight. His latest movie creation is Delhi-6

He faced a lot of negative criticism for this. I watched the movie over two sitting and thoroughly enjoyed it though.  The songs were awesome and movie is entirely different from others in circulation now. The director had the chutzpah to include a contemporary theme like Kala Bandar (black monkey/monkey man) and use it as a background for this story. I will not go into the details of the movie. 

It was a mix of fun and a lot of heart in it. This time though, director did  not pull the emotional strings hard, he gave it a gentle tug towards the end.  Whether you agree or not with his ideas, the fact that the director was able to move me and think about the movie afterwards makes him a good director in my view. 

I enjoyed the song Genda Phool a lot. It is a cool one. Here is a video of it. 

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Monday, May 11, 2009 

Begging Kid

I was standing near the bus, waiting for it to open its air conditioned doors and let me in. The weather was typical of Chennai. Every one had their hand kerchiefs out and swabbing themselves vigorously. Every one was drenched in their own sweat. An old woman, surprisingly not sweating at all, moved through the crowd asking for alms. No one turned around and gave her a second look. I moved slightly from my position and suddenly felt a tiny draft of wind passing through. Oh, the sweetness and the light cool breeze in Chennai - what a rarity it has become. An old gentleman nearby said - "Ah. The sea breeze has set it". I have heard this statement hundreds of times by elders who had lived in Chennai for a long time. They swear by the sea breeze. But, not being a native and whenever I visit - staying in one of the interiors area of Chennai, the sea breeze never does reach me. Even if it does, it teases for a few minutes and vanishes before you can enjoy it.  Wonder if it is really a breeze or just a figment of my own imagination.  I wonder how the sea breeze reaches through all the buildings, houses and tiny crevices. 

With a Steven Erikson in my hand, I continued to watch the other folks walking by and fervently hoped that the bus conductor would come along any time soon.  Very soon, there was a slight sound of another beggar.  A small child sitting on a makeshift bench on wheels was winding his way through the crowd. The child was shouting out - "Ammah! - Pasikarthu. Kasu thanga ma!" (I am hungry, Give me some money).  The crowd shuffled around the kid, tried to step out of his way and a few people started reaching out for their purses. The big man in his massive jeans pulled out his purse from his back pocket and dropped a Rs. 5/- coin. The elderly gentleman who had earlier commented about the sea breeze also dropped a few coins. The lady with the gentleman said - "Ayyo! Paavam"(Oh. What a pity!).  Soon, every few steps, some one or the other dropped a coin. I saw this begging plate also had a few Rs 10/- notes. 

I wondered when did we become so generous? Is it the Chennai sweltering heat or the constant sweat that made people to lessen themselves with a few of their coins and currency? Or was this kid generating some incredible charm?

The beggar-kid on his wheels passed by me and soon swapped out all his money into a small bag that he carried under his wheels. The plate was empty again. He moved on to the next platform in the bus stand. I was sure he was going to earn a lot. But, what was the difference? Why was this kid earning so much from his begging, while a old woman who had passed by earlier did not even evince a single look from the crowd? 

The KSRTC bus conductor in all white dress came near the bus and every one swarmed around him to get in first into the bus. It then struck me  - "The kid was fair. He was not dark in colour". That is the reason why he generated so much of sympathy. The old dark lady was forgotten and did not even exist; but a fair kid begging is so much out of ordinary and every one reached out for their pockets with out their own knowledge.  The colour of a person and his rank in the society is so much ingrained our psyche. 

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