“Varna” (Telugu) Dubbed from “Irandam Ulagam” (Tamil)

“Varna” is one of the most hyped films with visual effects created by the same team that worked for “Avatar”. It had everything going for it – a producer with deep-pockets (PVP) who is on a cyclical high, a director Sri Raghava (Selvaraghavan in Tamil) who gave great family entertainers like “Aadavariki Maatalu Ardhaale Vere” and “7/G Brindavan Colony” and a great looking pair- the blue-eyed Arya and the sweet-and-sensuous Anushka Shetty. Harris Jayaraj scores music and the lad who created “Kolaveridi” composed the BGM score for the film. With that kind of a team, there were huge expectations and even the trailer kissed a surge of optimism. Is the film worth the hype? Alas, No. Then what went wrong? It’s the script and the characterization again, stupid. Basics of entertainment were missing – no comedy, no romance that sticks and no entertainment value despite an extra-ordinary theme of love and other human emotions having inter-galactic appeal. Director has combined atleast two fairy tales with one half-hearted romance in modern times and then connects the two stories towards the later half.  The duration – 160 minutes – made it hard to concentrate a story involving two planets and the same lead pair – Arya and Anushka.

The story is all a flashback narration by the earthly hero Arya who is sinking in an ocean. He is a good Samaritan who falls in love with Anushka, a doctor. On the other planet, many light years away, a Goddess of love rules and is worshipped by all but the planet is effectively resident evil – wrong doers seized control of the planet where love is absent, women are ill-treated and shephearded as slaves and none of the human emotions abound. The goddess there sows the seeds of embryonic love between another Anushka and another Arya who is the son of the king. A few twists later, the earthly Arya is transposed to the other world where he eventually plays cupid between the two, culminating the wish of the Goddess of love. The  narration moves in tandem, and toggles between earth and the other planet – which looks like a supernova in color scheming but exotic and splendid in landscape and sky. Visually, the director transports us into a surreal planet full of mythical birds and beasts and flora that captures all the colors your eyeballs can absorb. A few fights here and there but most of the film moves slower than Telangana bill, the first half takes you to wit’s end to elaborate the love track between the lead pair in both the planets and only the three songs by Harris Jayaraj spruce it up.

Post-interval, the movie picks up  tempo but fails to elevate the characters or add to the story that was revealed at the outset in the form of a short animation film about the fight between evil and good. However, there are some beautiful moments in the film which leave you dazed and tranced – the snowy surroundings on the other planet where love and sometimes hate envelops the three characters on a mission ( shot in Georgia), the serene characterization of the Goddess of love, and the transformative powers of human emotions on machine-like men. All the best scenes get amply highlighted by the mesmerizing background music of Aniruddh. He will be a sought-after BGM composer after this film.  There are  big takeaways – how love drives a man to superior machismo than even a thousand military training camps and the emotions of kindness and human affections  are what makes our planet so unique in the universe. I do not know whether the message in all its subtlety will reach a wider audience because the multiplex I went to on day one was half-empty so do not know whether there is that much of nerve and verve to attract bigger audiences. It is slow, smooth but lacking in intensity of emotions – the very emotions humans can teach other beings. For most part, Anushka is shown as the one who sulks but in varied costumes. She gets a meaty role in two characters but it could have been etched better to make her characters evocative. She still carries the film on her shoulder, her costumes, her Xena-like warrior movements and swordly fights and her feminine grace light the screen. Arya as the earthly lover did better justice than the other-worldly warrior. Technically, the film looks stylish and defining in VFX for Indian Cinema. It might have cost more dollars than the marketing budget of a Hollywood animation film but if only some entertainment, comedy and ripened romance be uploaded into  this mix, “Varna” would have been a different tale. Audiences will forget a movie’s furniture pieces fast- the VFX, et al but never forget the lines, the chemistry of the love pair and the entertainment quotient. For that let down alone, and not for anything else, the film’s rating deserves 2.5/5 but not more.

Post-script: The themes of inter-planetary movement of human beings is explored by Indians also as much as Hollywood directors. Imagination must run wild to explore a start-trek kind of experience because thought can travel faster than light. There is nothing wrong with that because Hindu Astronomy recognizes that there are 24 earths in the universe which are similar to our own. Recently, we read somewhere that Russians have researched a possibility of the netherworlds lying under the earth’s crust which leads  to the worlds like Naga loka etc. talked about by fiction writers like Amish Tripathi. There are also ways and means defined in our own ancient books about many worlds that can be experienced once human beings go outside their sensory range – like experiencing the body in several realms, travelling in astral light etc. Cinema lends itself perfectly to such possibilities being explored. But where movies like “Avatar” click and movies like “Baba” and “Varna” fail is in deliverance on emotions and mass value. Hopefully, these lessons will be learnt well before deep-pocketed producers look for the exit door of the film industry.

"Masala" Telugu Film Review

Masala is a ridiculous film with retrograde humour imported from Bollywood's hit film "Bol Bacchan". Infact, its a remake of the same film made by Rohit Shetty. In Telugu, quite a few big names got associated with the remake - Suresh Productions, Victory Venkatesh (plays Ajay Devgn), Ram (plays Abhishek Bacchan) and the female leads, played by Anjali and Shahzad Pudamjee. Directed by K Vijaybhaskar, who was the titular head in most of the hit films enriched by the vigorous penmanship of Trivikram Srinivas. 

The story is set in a village called Bhimarajapuram where Venkatesh is the chieftain who settles disputes and lords over the village folk. Posani Krishna Murali is the antagonist to Venkatesh. Into this village enter Ram and his sister Anjali, who lose their house and savings in a court dispute. Ram tells one lie after another to win the trust of Venkatesh, that he has a lookalike brother, a mother who has a lookalike and so on. The drift of the story is all stretching this absurdity further and making Venkatesh a joker in the pack led to believe all the drivel that Ram and his gang dish out. A comedy of errors is what unfolds as  the story moves in garrulous overtones of cheap drama with just a few good laughs and a banal ending. 

Venkatesh provides the good laughs in the film with his Butler English. Infact, that is the only saving grace of the film and but for that, most of the plot is crass and unequal to the standards of Telugu film comedy seen in recent times. Telugu film comedy is far superior to the levels of no-brainer comedy imported by the remake of the Hindi film and its an insult to the audience. Anjali, who looked so bright and promising in SVSC has a forgettable role in the film. Ram who plays the twin shades of a Gay metrosexual and an innocent youth carries off well. 

Venkatesh, despite a frivolous role that doesn't elevate his stature or earmark his career with the portrayal as a village don. He pulls off a fiery performance despite the shortfalls in the characterisation. He has the best lines in the film and what he speaks in English should make this film a brand ambassador for Russell's Spoken English. Here are some of the best lines which are the only paisa vasool in the film. "Today, I want everybody down to earth." "It is not hell, it is pine apple." "Let's give her a supervise (surprise)." "What a family hysteria." (history). "I want one night stand with your family." "I suspect all religions." (respect). "Take my sarees." (sorrys). "Please pest control yourself." "Shut up in the mouth and get out of the house.". "Without interest, I trust you." "Honesty is the best mutual policy," (you mean, mutual fund or insurance policy?) "Bloody burgar take him to jail." "You are my brother in law please become my sister's umbrella." "Cat under my hand, searching the whole motherland". "This is not normal marriage sir, this is pot exchange marriage." And finally, he says,"Watch the climax in my IMAX". Jayaprakash Reddy is the only other character who fires salvos and heightens the impact of Venkatesh's faulty one-liners ("My English better than the British!") by riposting as "Horrible Sir Horrible Sir! or "Bull Shit Sir Bull Shit Sir!). 

Music by SS Thaman is average and could have been better. Duration of the film is 140 minutes and but for the dialogues by Venkatesh, it would have been a tastless comedy. 2.5 out of 5.

"Goliyon ki Rasleela - Ram-Leela" (Hindi Film Review)

I thought I came for the wrong movie when I saw the long title preceding the words Ram Leela. Then the portent came in the censor certificate about the duration of the film - 154 minutes. Then came a warning that this film is an adaptation from Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet". That means the film must end in a tragedy, I thought. It did end in a tragedy with Ranvir Singh and Deepika Padukone, the Rajasthani equivalents of Romeo and Juliet, shooting each other down in a climax at point blank range. The climax itself justifies the title - Goliyon ki Rasleela Ram-Leela. Because in that epic shot which already wears out the audience after a dozen songs and 153 minutes, Ram (Ranvir) and Leela (Deepika) kiss for one last time before releasing the trigger on their magazine. First time, Sanjay Leela Bhansali takes the credit for allowing two lovers, darlings of the masses, take each others' lives instead of shooting at their own temples. In short, Sanjay Leela Bhansali has attempted a lavish re-interpretation of Romeo and Juliet with extravagant paraphernalia and bizarre theatrics but lost the plot that could connect with the mood of the times. The film is great in performances, visual effects, scale and grandeur but fails in characterisation, emotions, depth and consistency.

The story is faithful to the bard's original story. Instead of the feud between the Montagues and the Capulets, this is the story of a couple caught between Raanjadas and Sannades, in one village of Rajasthan where the police turn a nelson's eye to the biggest arms bazaar. It is more anarchic than Obama's country where everyone, even toddlers, carry guns and shoot at will. Ram goes to the other side for a holi party and gets smitten by Leela in one helluva dance. They connect instantly and the love develops between the two even as Leela's mother, the gang-leader of Sannades, played by Supriya Pathak Kapur, rushes her marriage with an archaeologist.  Leela returns to Ram's place, her love grows stronger and the enemity grows stronger between the Raanjada's and the Sannade's. Unlike in Romeo and Juliet, where Juliet's cousin Tybalt is mistakenly killed by Romeo, in "GKRR", Ram's brother is mistakenly shot dead by Leela's brother and the exchange leads to another death, Leela's brother. That shot, a high-octane sequence builds up into the best action sequence of the film with intensity and suspense. After that, the elopement of Ram with Leela, the subsequent return and then the fateful ending after much macabre killings. A few cinematic changes by Sanjay Leela Bhansali to nativise the story here - a signed written order by Leela to annihilate every single Raanjada and instead of drinking poison, they consummate their love again with kisses and bullets before taking their own lives, at a time when remorse and regret returns to the warring people on both sides. In the end, Ramleela is celebrated with the burning of Ravan's effigy by both the sides, but alas, the lead pair is gone.

To be fair, the film has some electrifying moments  - the passion between Deepika and Ranvir sets the screen ablaze, the dialogues by the warring factions on both sides, especially by Supriya Pathak and Abhimanyu Singh as well as by Ranvir Singh are outstanding. Characterisation of the three of them is exceptional. Supriya Pathak had the best lines in the film and this is one of her best performances. Ranvir Singh, looks a maginificent hulk in his chivalrous avatar as the energetic Rajput; he strikes great balance as a hate-disperser and a love-monger. Whether he removes his shirt or turban, he oozes out machismo and animal magnetism. Would he be the talent that can maneuvre competition from Kapurs and Khans? Likely. Deepika is lissome and beautiful as ever, looking better in traditional costumes and royal frills. Her dancing skills looked prim and proper but curtailed by the energy of Ranvir. Of all the starcast, her accent looked more out-of-place, however. She is clearly not marwari-conversant unlike the rest of the cast. 

Sanjay Leela Bhansali has got good support from screenplay writer Siddharth-Garima who also wrote crisp dialogues in local dialect. Another experiment: Sanjay Leela Bhansali scored music himself. Almost all the songs sound alike except one modern tempo beat, with rhytms and soundscapes resonating the Rajasthani hills and villages - too much of folk music from titles to end-titles. I wonder if this is all straight-lifted out of Sanjay's repertoire of folk tunes tucked away in rural hinterlands because except for Monty who scored for "Saawariya", it has been Ismail Durbaar mostly. Surely, Sanjay's background score is richer than his songs scored, which are too many and farcical. Despite the talent and its harvest, the film doesn't have enough substance or emotions to sustain a modern audience. I wonder why Sanjay had to pick Shakespeare to make a point or two about a love story between a cracker of a lead pair. He didn't start films with an intent to revive Shakespeare like Vishal Bharadwaj. On the contrary, Sanjay had a touch of an artist who can take cinematic experience to new highs with his ensemble of opulent story-telling and grandiose backdrops. But by picking a tragedy once again, after "Devdas", he had wasted Eros's money and audience's time. It was not worth 154 minutes of macabre hate and love. In the original story of Romeo and Juliet, the two families agreed that Romeo and Juliet should be buried together. On the grave were these words as per the play: "There was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and Romeo." The message of the bard that one can be unreasonable in both love and hate was driven to death by countless film-makers around the world and in India. The audience knows it but doesn't want the tragedy to repeat in the movies - at least subsequent debacles at the box office of film-makers who attempted a studious reprise of the sad ending of the lovers show that this doesn't work anymore. Poor Sanjay! Wish someone told you at Eros. Cannot rate this above-average for all the effort. 2.5 out of 5. 

Say "Chess" please

Chess is not a continuous game that can resonate with the masses in India or the rest of the world. It is a discreet game where two players trained to put a poker face and an impenetrable facade play with thirty-two pieces in two colors that even TV manufacturers are no longer interested in making. Excitement happens on the board where the players are moving pieces in tandem but it is not the same excitement for the crowds who can sometimes read a book or clean their bowels in between two moves. It is, therefore, quite audacious of Madam Jayalalitha to  take the lead, outbid the Russians and  host the FIDE World Championship Match between Vishwanathan Anand and Magnus Carlsen. This will make even the busy upcoming December concert-season seem like a passing cloud as the first match got played yesterday amidst unprecedented glitz and glamor (with the likes of AR Rahman, Shobhana and Veena Gayatri performing for the opening ceremony). 

From the buildup to the match so far, Chess fans are in for a fabulous fare with a youthful Carlsen,  challenging the hegemony of Anand who has been holding the crown since 2007, having won it five times since 2000. Anand is 43, Carlsen 22, a situation almost similar to the great duels in the game, between Anand and Karpov, between Bobby Fisher and Boris Spassky. 

Anand is probably, India's best-known sportsman after Sachin Tendulkar, even though chess is played in more countries than cricket. He is a Padma Vibhushan, the first Indian sportsman to be conferred that honor and is one of the richest too with brand endorsements running into crores of rupees. As NIIT brand ambassador, he is responsible for most kids contacting chess at an early age. Since 2002, the NIIT MindChampion' Academy has fostered 15,600 chess clubs. It covers 1.5 million students with video tutorials, instructional software, multi-lingual approach and online matches, teaching children not just chess strategies but the fundamentals of analysis and logical thinking. I had interacted with one of the kids my wife taught a few years back, the kid and his brother not only play chess exceptionally well, they are also shining in academic performance. As Anand himself says, "Chess forces players to think spatially and keep stepping back to look at the big picture. You have to plan strategy, think ahead, engage in abstract reasoning and, you need to work your way into your opponent's head. This is quite remarkable for Anand despite plonking a critical mass of his wealth in a vast suburb in Spain. After Bobby Fisher, Anand takes the credit for firing the imagination of millions of young people the world over to take up a game, originally invented by the Indians, but masterfully pivoted by the Russians. 

Today, promising chess players have begun to emerge from China, Armenia, Norway and Israel etc. Anand's adversary, Magnus Carlsen is from Norway and is already the highest ranked player - the most basic being 2200 for an International Master. He has been a GrandMaster at the age of thirteen, the third youngest in history. In a televised demonstration of his abilities, Carlsen once played ten opponents simultaneously in speed chess - with his back turned to the boards. That is something even Anand attempted in a game which he termed as blitz. Playing at this level, both Carlsen and Anand will have to remember and instantly and automatically refer to thousands of games stored in memory. According to one researcher, a champion will have to remember 50,000 to 100,000 chunks of games and openings about the game. This is itself staggering and belies the magnificence of what a human brain is capable of remembering. It is probably more challenging than writing an equivalent of ten statistical tests of an Actuary examination - considered the world's toughest computational challenge.

The difficulty of remembering so many games and the repertoires of strategies to counter the openings and its precise unfolding is what takes a toll on the players. I have three apps on my Ipad which combine an equivalent of 20,000 games. I have never been able to beat the App because I do not have such long-term memory with instant recall. Even if my brain is not exactly filled with sawdust, the task of recalling a Chigorin's Defence or a Dutch defence and then playing stonewall variation or Flank openings requires a monumental memory. I read somewhere that the exact number of combinations and permutations from any one move in Chess Game can be as high as 10 raised to the power of 120, that is, 1 followed by 120 zeroes! Thats why I surmise after the smashing first match between Garry Kasparov and IBM Deep Blue (the supercomputer wired with algorithms on chess games) which Kasparov won, Deep Blue beat the former hollow second time onwards. Nobody since then had the temerity to take on a computer in a well-publicised match because this is one game where the human brain, arguably, has lost it to the mega memory machines that man invented.  So a computer can beat a human brain because it is programmed to outplay and has the counter-intuitive arsenel in the form of powerful algorithms to navigate the variations of play available compared to just a lakh or so of chunks of information in a human brain. If you allow me to make a detour here, I must also say that the days of human dominance on some games like this are already numbered after that fateful day on May 11, 1997 when Deep Blue defeated the reigning world chess champion Garry Kasparov in a six-game match. Today, games like checkers, Othello, poker, bridge, backgammon, scrabble and even Sudoku can by played by computers with algorithms that will overwhelm any human player, however dexterous and intuitive. The short answer to that is that the more iterative and complex a game is, lending itself to a playing mixture of memory of millions of legal moves and rational responses, the more easy it is for Artificial Intelligence experts to build a machine that trounces Man.

For the record, there are several books written about the inside stories of the memorable campaigns by the famed IBM team that prepared to defeat the greatest chess player of all time. But it took about 12 years, an equivalent of an exile in Ramayana to outclass a champion. Kasparov's fall came quite soon after that debacle and Anand became the new world chess champion in 2000, the first time. Unlike now, Anand also didn't declare his "seconds" for three championships. So it is understandable why Carlsen is reluctant to reveal the seconds. There is a rumor that Garry Kasparov himself may be plotting against Anand this time, helping out Carlsen. As it is, taking seconds is itself a reassuring step in the direction of winning. Anand has picked Sasikiran and two foreigners, usually, some of them must have been remarkable adversaries to Anand in some of the Linares tournaments. Carlsen, looks nervous and has the burden of beating Anand, who at forty-three looks more composed than ever because Anand has never played with an insecurity of losing. He always played with a passion for the game. 

But this part of it, the sensationalism in the build-up to the games, and the posturing pre-and-post matches is what makes Chess a better package than watching two super-computers play with nothing embedded but silicon chips. Back then, Kasparov and Karpov used to psyche each other out with little help from Western media. Probably, the most sensational of all matches must have got played by both of them under the burdensome purview of Cold War, more between them than the US and Soviet Union. Boris Spassky, another Soviet great, was stunned by Bobby Fisher in 1972 and the latter became to Chess what Bruce Lee was to Karate - the most enigmatic player but obsessed with chess. According to the script for the movie "Searching for Bobby Fisher", Bobby Fisher was in awe of himself and the game. He designed a new chess clock, designed a new chess board game with eighty squares in it (usually it has sixty four), became anti-semitic and later on became a recluse till he became a nervous wreck. He was, however, brilliant and was renowned for being envisioned on the direction of the game within few moves. 

Anand has no such qualms, he had led a balanced life, grounded by wife Aruna and parents, never lost his composure or became a boor in the game like a Kasparov. He wrote a book "My Best Games " which captures forty of his best chess games, maintains a hearty touch with India's leading sportspersons, almost like Sachin Tendulkar and puts in enormous efforts for any big match. Twelve hour days are a routine it seems in Anand's book and his team of seconds vouch for the same. Anand also tried to give back to the game with all these mentoring programs for kids. He has been an outlier that won respect from advesaries like Kramnick, Karpov, Kasparov and even Carlsen. He still takes those five deep breaths before every game and plays with a straight face without getting mean looks. This time, a lot of forces are aligning themselves together to thwart Anand's march into one more championship crown. There will be distractions, I know; another legend cricketer's swan song, elections in five states, etc. but let nothing take the credit away from one of India's Urban legends in Chess. He has brought the game back to India and has shown the world that with right training, focus and hardwork, rewards can come in Chess too. Carlsen will play hard and mask his tricks but whatever be the outcome, this should turn out to be a vodka-kick to chess fans. May the best player win.

ANR and the Art of Living

My piece on ANR as an inspiration for healthy living.

http://www.news4andhra.com/details?contentId=1861

"Shahid" (Hindi) Film Review

                            

"Shahid" is a gutsy film made way back in 2012 and showcased at major international festivals in Toronto, etc. like "LunchBox". It's quite surprising that the film found no takers until Anurag Kashyap and Ronnie Screwala (UTV) lent their producer's label. Director Hansal Mehta must be congratulated for making an impactful film on the tragic life and times of Shahid Azmi. 

The story is well-written by Director Hansal Mehta and comprehensively nuanced. Shahid Azmi (played by Raj Kumar of "Kai Po Che" fame) is a tale of a muslim caught in suspicion of terrorist-nexus. He actually joins a camp in Kashmir but runs away from the brutality of the camp. Lands in a prison, meets inspiring leaders from Kashmir of liberal background who wean him away from jihadi influence in the jaiil.Shahid is inspired by Kay Kay Menon, one of the Kashmiri leaders, to study so the years will fly. He gets an informal education in liberal arts in the prison walls. He comes out on bail with help of Kay Kay. He pursues law and becomes a lawyer starting off with low-end law firms bristling with under-paid colleagues and unethical practices - such as backing a wrong horse and without the right cause. Shahid decides to practise on his own, his first case is of a young and beautiful widow played by Prableen Sandhu who is fighting for custody of her property in a dispute of estate created by an intestate will. His next case is a case of a muslim booked under TADA for allowing a friend to use his laptop for terrorist activities.

 Shahid wins both cases, succeeds in wooing the beautiful widow and marrying her. Shahid's career zooms and is seen as a flag-bearer for the causes of exonerating innocent muslims from victimhood by the nexus of State-Police-Judiciary whenever a terrorist attack happens. From the Ghatkopar blasts of 1993 till the Taj Hotel attacks of 2008, Shahid Azmi succeeded in 17 acquittals by taking up cudgels for those who are wronged and not the wrong-doers. In the end, media attention, intolerance by adversaries at the growing stature and elements of society who sense a conspiracy and a criminal pattern in his battles abridge him forever. Three men call him to discuss a case at unearthly hours and shoot him to death. 

That's a long story in a blazing canvass of visuals limited to business-like expediency of court-matters which leave little to imagination. In 129  minutes, director Hansal Mehta shows us a credible real-life character played with alacrity and poise by Raj Kumar as Shahid. Raj Kumar plays the role perfect giving us a feel of an ordinary lad who grows in stature, outgrowing the frustrations of being discriminated against as a minority, navigating the labrynths of law to keep the right people out of clutches. Raj Kumar shows all the shades  - composure, mental agility, frustration, impulsiveness and opportunism. His poker face can hide a billion thoughts crossing his mind but the emotions can only come out as per the director's cut and the camera's angles. All other characters play their part well especially Kay Kay Menon and Prableen Sandhu. One wonders why we don't see Kay Kay often in films - as a consumer of cinema, we have a right to know why a versatile actor like Kay Kay gets the miss.

The film is taut and runs on a razor's edge at times raising meaningful debate about the rights of minorities caught up in the web of law where the needle of suspicion constantly points to them. The film shows the Indian judiciary in rare, authentic light as being reasonable, fair and diligent in its ruminations. The scenes of cross-examination are brilliant and the arguments by Shahid before the denouement is given by the judge are epiphanous. The only flaw in the film is the slow intro and the choice of cases - the angst of the police and of competent adversaries to Shahid was not skilfully handled. Could there have been a Type-I error (in Statistics, an acquittal that was "costly")? What was the impact of TADA on genuine cases? Who could have killed Shahid Azmi and what were the motives? Some questions linger on, even after the viewing. Nehru's ideals for minority protection have become an axiom for many politicians. His ideals were founded on a golden principle of assertiveness- that in any country where the majority is another religion, that need not assert itself but the minorities need a voice because they may feel apprehensive of fighting for their rights. This has greater relevance in matters of court - because the assertiveness of a majority can suffocate a minority struggling to find a voice, let alone raise it. To that end, "Shahild" is a bold experiment which needs to be widely watched. Even if it provokes your sensibilities to the rights provided by law, it is worth a view. My rating 4.25/5.

International Herald Tribune is dead, Long Live International New York Times

I have been seduced into reading IHT by a former boss at BNP Paribas who was one of its most conservative readers for over 30 years. In the eight months that I worked, amongst many memories and a pink slip and some wonderful colleagues, I think knowing about an elegant newspaper called International Herald Tribune has been a late revelation of sorts for me as well as happiness unlimited as my love for language grew. IHT had an elegant first page, a nose for a story in every news, a bench of the best English prose-writers of the world, journalists and columnists who wanted to, as the adage goes, literally write literature in a hurry, unlike many other newspapers in the world. The headlines beamed life livelier than the story sometimes and suggest a mastery over a language - they were businesslike but conveyed the essence for the global travellier - the target audience the paper never failed to satisfy all through its 126 years of existence. If it was a corporate result, the headline says,"Phone Sales help Sony post profit in quarter." Or, a headline on China,"Murky future for China's family firms." Or, a breakthrough in stopping blackouts in America," Data Tools to keep lights on." The Tribune always had presented news that was readable, racy and vivid without an apology for longer headlines too if that conveyed the essence better: "Virtual Desktops, freed of clutter, follow wherever you go." LIkewise, you can say the paper had high-quality editorial standards which made it a symbol of the thinking global citizens even if the paper had its origins in Paris - but has become more American over the last few decades. 

But when it started, it was the local newspaper in Paris for the Anglo-Saxons but now it is the finest international newspaper for English-speakers everywhere and you can no longer tell it is based in Paris at all. But what a transformation for a paper all through the 126 years, it traded hands and changed names several times in its course of history, and Publishing houses vied for it as it was a Kohinoor Diamond. It must be in the eyes of the many discerning readers because the founding editor, James Gordon Bennett Jr. proudly used to say, "Our readers are prepared to pay for the kind of journalism we do, and they feel an incredible amount of loyalty towards us." It used to be "New York Herald", then it moved from Bennett to New York Sun, then the title changed to "New York Herald Tribune", then a famous American ambassador to Britain acquired it in 1966 who brokered a deal with The Washington Post to enhance investment in the paper. All through those years, NYHT staved off competition from European newspapers including from the global edition of New York Times (the paper that gobbled it up today). NYT surrendered as the circulation of New York Herald soared and bought out the remaining stake of the American owner and thus was born International Herald Tribune, as a joint venture between the Washington Post-New York Times. So, IHT was effectively born circa 1967 and the name clung on despite the full ownership returning to NYT in 1991. The name became a darling for the global class of English-readers even as the newspaper stuck to its twin values of innovation and editorial quality - the best in breed and always at the biting edge of the times. 

The paper was flashed as a status symbol even in Hollywood movies and European movies as it became a cult reading standard. It was used in a movable feast of visuals atleast for two minutes in one Jean Luc Goddard film (the director who first used the technique of "jump cut"). At one time, in Paris, some of the most famous Americans breathed fire into the English language and all of them endorsed IHT: Ernest Hemingway, F.Scott Fitzgerald, Henry Miller, Getrude Stein, and even ace humorist Art Buchwald who sprang up much later in the 1950s. In fact, Art Buchwald quipped on the length of the title of the newspaper itself: "International Herald Tribune?  By the time you've finished pronouncing it you've missed the plane!" The paper was always objective, even when the hegemony of Americans became more and more pronounced, during the two world wars, during the Vietnam War and the many battles that they keep fighting. You should see the reportage of the newspaper on the day Nirbhaya's Rape case verdict came- it was exemplary, concise yet comprehensive.

Unlike the NYT, IHT always maintained a balance between depth and length, while remaining stylish. It was never more than 22-24 pages and wore lightly on the laps and palms of the executives who live in between terminals. At one time, the paper had staff from 25 different nationalities and got distributed to 186 countries by facsimile transmission (a unique first for the paper). In India, we were lucky that at least a Hyderabad-based owner, Deccan Chronicle group have been distributing this paper for the last several years, atleast since 2004 I think.  NYT did a reader survey way back in 2003, whether it should drop the words IHT as a brand and instead label it as "The New York Times International" as they have already started sub-titling it as "the global edition of New York Times". "No" was the answer from both advertisers and readers. But it took ten years more for the personality of the paper to be gradually changed by NYT management, introduce veteran columnists like Paul Krugman, James Saft, Roger Cohen, and Joe Nocera and eventually cannibalise the personality of the paper to re-launch New York Times on a global scale. It is still a development that may not resonate with IHT's affectionate readers who are used to seeing a Gothic three-feet masthead called "International Herald Tribune" with the "T" made to look like a gothic version of the bird "Owl" which was believed by the founder Bennett to bring good luck. I find that the masthead of "International New York Times" retains the gothic style and that fills me with hope and nostalgia. IHT always recognised its readers not just as moneymaking tycoons and billion-dollar traders, it covered so many features everyday in science, health, sports, arts, letters and surveyed the worlds of business and finance like they were real people. I trust the NYT to make INYT retain the editorial fragrance and the bewitching reporting standards of the IHT. Even though I haven't read all the 126 year old newspaper issues of IHT, I cherish them since I begun reading it since 2001. I hope even if IHT folded up, India will welcome INYT with folded hands.