May 14, 2014

Farewell Dr Manmohan Singh, history will be kinder to you tomorrow.

"Get me the number of Prof. Manmohan Singh", PV Narasimha Rao ordered his PA. His PA didn't know the number. Rao said,"I want him to be called in 10 minutes. Find out from wherever, he teaches at Delhi University." PA found his number by dialling some contacts and connected Dr Singh to Narasimha Rao.

It was 6 am. And Rao came on line to speak to Dr Singh. "Kya Professor Saheb. Bacchon ko Padhaare kyaa? Can you meet me at 9am today?" Dr Singh spoke in monosyllables of "yes" or "no" right from then. He said "yes" to Narasimha Rao's request. The meeting turned into one of India's most dramatic inflection points. For the first time, an RBI Governor whose signature appears on a one rupee note becomes India's new Finance Minister  - and the rest has earned both Narasimha Rao and Manmohan Singh a place in history books. The duo alongwith a few other hand-picked talents took decisions that transformed the economic landscape of India forever.

Dr Singh credited most of his success and boldness of decision-making to Rao's unflinching support. But when the time came for Rao to bid a goodbye to this world amidst unprecedented machiavellian drama and back-stabbing, Dr Singh, as per reliable sources did not even visit the hospital ward of Narasimha Rao before he passed out. For all the talk of "structural adjustments with a human face", Dr Singh didn't have the courage to bypass Sonia to even call on a person who he always called as his mentor.

Twenty years after Narasimha Rao cherry-picked Singh to India's most prestigious Ministerial portfolio, Dr Singh did a similar gesture in beckoning Dr.Raghuram Rajan to India, to test his erudition, prescience and academic brilliance in the laboratory of the Monetary Policy at RBI. History will judge Dr Singh in different light than the judgements passing on him now in the heat of the bittermost election just as history now sheds kinder light on Narasimha Rao's Prime Ministership long after the suitcase scams and JMIM bribery cases faded into oblivion.

While individual achievements in academics, intellectual prowess and the body of contribution to Economic thought-leadership besides the economic reforms unleashed as FM will take many more years to deep-mine, his ascent to Prime Ministership  has been his finest hour and most fallible moment. If you take the history of most Congress Prime Ministers outside of Gandhi dynasty annointed by a demagogic group of politicians, then Manmohan Singh has taken the brunt of brinksmanship and blindmanships all on himself unlike the rest. Guljarilal Nanda was always a standby PM. Whereas Lal Bahadur Shastri actually broke the back of Indira Ganshi to the point of almost driving her out of India to London because he took no nonsense from anyone, least of all encourage the nepotistic ways of Indira Gandhi.  That leaves Narasimha Rao alone who took on the most umbrageous steps of taming the Gandhi parivar, taking baby steps and later giant strides to thwart the dynastic rule in its shameless march. He was checkmated by a confederacy of dunces and a conspiracy of sycophants. That must have played out heavily in the mind of Dr Singh as he took on the role of 'The Accidental Prime Minister'. He became silent and abrogated the responsibility of the chair of Prime Ministership by being blind to all that is happening under his ecosystem.

He may have avoided the wrath of Sonia and the party colleagues but by becoming a Bakra for someone else's surreptious ways and ruthless pursuit of power without accountability, Dr Singh has earned only shame and sympathy in his last few years. It could be a "Saturn" dasa but his redemption in history can only come after time obliterates his scam-ridden second innings from public memory. If the price of silence to unbridled corruption and loot of national wealth is a tenure to India's third longest-serving Prime Ministership, Dr Singh has earned his place too in history books in more roles than what any son of a humble upbringing could have got. For that, Manmohan Singh gets my toast tonight. If only his personal integrity and scholarship and his crisis-management during the tumult of 1991 and again in 2008 had got a better say than his conscience which remained a mute spectator to the misdeeds of Congress, he would have slept better tonight.

Dr Singh's story reminds me of the quote which sums up what happens when you don't speak your mind:

First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out-- Because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out-- Because I was not a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out-- Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me--and there was no one left to speak for me.

A sad story. But as I said, history will judge Dr Singh better than what clouds our recent memory of his achievements.

May 5, 2014

"Anamika" (Telugu Film Review) /"Nee Enge En Anbe" (Tamil Film Review)



In times of male-chauvinist cinema plots in Telugu and Tamil film industries with kinky moustaches and thigh-slapping bravado, "Anamika" is Viacom's (Network 18) proud entry into the South bastions with a rivetting story based on "Kahaani" that shows Vidya Balan in totally different light after "The Dirty Picture". They picked Sekhar Kammula who has evolved cinematic sensibilities to direct the film and a bankable female star Nayanataara to play the title role of "Anamika". Despite the story's original contours being intact, some axis-shifting changes have been made to nativise the original story.

The original story is of a woman, in her late-pregnancy visiting Kolkata in search of her missing husband. The plot thickens with a stunning, unthinkable climax. It was too sophisticated but the film did phenomenally well bringing laurels to both Vidya, Viacom and Sujoy Ghosh; it particularly did well in markets like China and Hong Kong as these markets welcome unconventional subjects. Given this background, Viacom's choice of Nayanataara in a normal role sucks out the sympathetic chord that enhanced the emotional quotient of the original for reasons best known to the director, the producer and the star heroine. It seems Sekhar wanted bigger challenges for the film. So, the story is straightened a bit, dumbed down for the South audiences with impressive twists and a unique ending that is still unconventional for a vernacular film. Don't want to break the suspense over this thriller of 139 minutes - a unique feat for Sekhar Kammula with a starcast that did a consistently good job throughout except Naresh.

It is Sekhar's luck that such an immaculate team of technicians and crew got roped in for this bi-lingual project and he does a reasonably good job of turning in a watchable thriller with a finish that breaks the female stereotypes. His choice of the Old city of Hyderabad in a cute setting of the microcosm of life amidst rhythmic pandemonium is evocative. Despite a tight script that leaves little room for indulging in Sekhar's famously subtle potshots on current paradigms about life through common people's portrayal, Sekhar registers one or two signature scenes - especially the one in the police station where she is at the receiving end of a callous constable along with others who are used to it. And then, at the kitchen of the hotel where she is staying - where the people are out to help her unlike government servants who are paid to help but won't. Sekhar's strength lies in telling a good story without a rush to impress or embellish - to that extent this is a fine film even if you have or haven't seen the original film. He is also terrific at characterisation, each role is essayed with a precision and nuanced acting that makes the duration of the character's screentime irrelevant. This is Sekhar's greatest under-stated strength which few directors can match.

Vaibhav Reddy, son of director A.Kodandarami Reddy gets a meaty role as the helper policeman who escorts Anamkia in her search for truth. The irreverent hotel manager, the callous constable, and the curious minister Naresh  - all of them are utilised well except that the role of Naresh lacked killer instinct and the justification it needed in the end. Too many questions about his role in the plot were left unanswered. Among the roles that stand out in the film  - the role of renowned theatre actor Vinay Varma as the lusting SI who makes an indecent proposal to find Anamika's husband is intense but short-lived. It is difficult to finess a stage actor to the nuanced performance  packed in by Vinay buyt Sekhar pulls it off. Vinay gives the film's most dramatic "villain" moment and makes an oh-so-soon exit before interval. After him, Pasupathi as Mr Khan gives a standout performance with a variation that may be a few notches below what Nawazuddin Siddiqi achieved in the original. You cannot compare Pasupathi's role with Nawazuddin but he carried the role with all seriousness and intensity that captures the essence of a righteous officer with shades of grey that finally deliver justice. Nayanataara as the silent sufferer who takes on a system steeped in disempowering  the womenfolk is the perfect character played by her in a long time since "SriRama Rajyam". By choosing a role that shows her  deglamourised yet unapologetic for smoking out what she wants in her quest for her husband, she proved her talent goes beyond cherubic smiles and curvaceous dressing.

A word about the technical talents in the film before a word or two about Sekhar. Good to see MM Keeravani haunt you with one helluva song "Kshana Kshanam" that grooves in and out throughout the film's narration. He also composed an arresting BGM for the film with a contemporary appeal that is uncharcteristic of him. This is one of the rare films where his musical arrangements in RR kept pace with his inimitable talent for song-and-dance melodies. Having composed for quite a few films in Bollywood in the past like "Criminal", "Sur" and "Jism",  MM Keeravani  is one of the most under-rated composers in the country, who sadly announced his retirement after "Bahubali" in December 2015. The film's other hero is Marthand K Venkatesh, the editor who shortened the film in Sekhar's format to fit the bill in 138 minutes or so. If the film has defects despite Marthand Venkatesh's editing, they must sit on Sekhar's report card. And these are: Why Sekhar left a few gaps in the plot? Like, who was the guy with a devilish smile and a shooting revolver and why was he killed? What was Naresh's role in the killings? Who was Milan Damji really? Why is Anamika made to look like Bengali houswife in the backdrop of a Dussehra pandal erected by Bangalee Samithi rather than our own "Ammoru"? Questions that were better answered in the original. But if you pass these up as minor flaws in a genre that Sekhar Kammula is not used to handling regularly, then "Anamika" is quite an engrossing thriller to watch. It takes Tollywood to a new high in standards of film-making and investment by studios of repute. "Anamika" deserves to be more widely watched for the effort and class it exudes.
My rating: 3.5/5

April 30, 2014

How To Vote Intelligently



If you are in Hyderabad or anywhere else in Telangana, West Bengal, Gujarat, Bihar, Jammu & Kashmir, Daman & Diu, Punjab, Uttar Pradesh and Dadra & Nagar Haveli this is for you. When you wake up tomorrow, you have a historic opportunity to break records in the seventh round. No, not the seventh round of whiskey of vodka. But the seventh round to cast your vote.

If you are from Hyderabad, you are blessed twice, friends. You will have to vote twice. First vote is for the Assembly (Pink Paper). Second vote is for the Lok Sabha (White paper). Again, don’t get confused and ask for The Economic Times and Businessline because that’s what urbanites tell you – when they tell you, “ I read the pink paper” or “the white paper on business”. You don’t have to carry both nor roll them. By the way, you don’t have to carry even your mobile phones. You will be sent back if you are found with a mobile phone. Don’t bother passing it on to somebody you spot in your neighbourhood to do the honors. Take some identity card proof and do not forget the voting slip – someone would have given you the same before. If you haven’t yet got, don’t panic. Ask the volunteers of party offices camping outside the voting booth for verifying your names in the list. If you still can’t find your polling station and voter serial no. either visit www.ghmc.gov.in or dial the call center 2111 1111. Or, send an sms as “ SMS KYP to 9177999876.or identity verification, remember, 24 varieties of proofs are allowed from PAN to Aadhar Card.

The voting booths open from 7 am and go right till 6 pm. I don’t know whether early bird gets the worm but I have always found queues shorter when I go early. Infact, my father born before Independence, is usually the first voter in the booth. It gives a different kick, to wake early, have a shower, wear new clothes, greet morning sun, pray to God or Christopher Hitchens (if you are an atheist) and walk your way to the voting booth. That’s a routine we follow. If you have alternative plans for tomorrow, don’t even think of  it. Ask me. Offices are shut. Banks are closed. Hotels not open till evening. Cinemas are also, shut till 6 pm show. And, I checked with the box office, advance booking for “Anamika” and “Spiderman-2” also won’t open till evening. And IPL matches start later in the evening. So you have ten hours to do your own thing but first get the vote out of your way, get it inked and linked in with your social media presence.

And by the way, don’t worry about the EVMs – those beepy machines with the pink paper and the white paper as mentioned earlier. Don’t believe these machines can be rigged or booth-captured as reported in Pune etc. These machines are made by ECIL and Bharat Electronics and are both mechanically and electronically protected to prevent any tampering. The software used in these machines is burnt into a one-time programmable/masked chip so that it cannot be altered or tampered with. They can’t be hacked too. And remember, a maximum of five votes can be cast in one minute. Which means, even the presiding officer cannot enable the ballot for twelve seconds after every ballot is cast. With an electorate of over 814 million voters, there are 900,000 polling stations with lakhs of EVMs. I read somewhere that EVMs are not only tamper-proof and loud (not a single vote is accepted without a loud beep, audible even outside the polling booth) but they also save paper, about 10,000 metric tonnes of paper.

Back to the pink paper and white paper. Before you press the button corresponding to your choice of the candidate/symbol, wait for the green light to appear and a sound. Then after your press the button, a red light appears with another beeping sound – signalling that your vote is registered. Know this much, that it is no rocket science. When the EVMs are counted, election results are easiest to declare – within hours on May 16th.

I am no seasoned voter as I have just voted for six or seven General Elections and as many Assembly elections. But keeping these golden rules has always helped me cast a vote that makes a difference at the national and local level, even at the municipality level. My piece of unsolicited advice:

1. When you vote for the Lok Sabha, ensuring that you vote for the national party helps your vote to get counted amongst the national voting share of each party. Instead, if you vote for an Independent in Lok Sabha, the vote share gets fragmented and a clear choice is hard to come up. According to data from Election Commisison of India, the percentage of votes secured by Independents has been declining from 15.90 per cent in 1952 to just 5.19 per cent in 2009. This also clearly, corresponds to a fall in percentage of forfeited deposits of Independent Candidates in Lok Sabha elections from 67.54 per cent in 1952 to 99.35 per cent in 2009. Friends, clearly, voting for Independents in Lok Sabha is not an Audience Poll choice!
2. Vote with a clear conscience, without inducements, expectations and party affiliations and other considerations. Vote for a party that can make you see eye to eye with the next-gen also who must be more positive and hopeful than us. Not that we are not. But just in case!
3. When you vote for a party at a regional level, go for the one who is closest in your assessment and understanding – someone who matches performance, governance and clean record with fresh ideas.
4. In summary, nobody can influence or should influence who you vote for. It is a personal choice and a hard one at that, something that even your own family members can seldom agree upon. But if you close your eyes, and visualise the last five years and then determine what can change in the next five years with utmost honesty and sincerity, you will hit the right buttons. Believe me, in my own case, I hit the magic buttons every time since I was first eligible to vote except in the year 2009. I had been lucky to cast my votes for the winning candidate. This time, I am hoping I won’t even have to push my luck further.
5. Lastly, should  you use NOTA (None of the Above)? I am not an expert on this too. I will quote from Hindol Sengupta’s superb book : 100 THINGS TO KNOW AND DEBATE BEFORE YOU VOTE. He says,” No matter how many NOTA votes are cast, even if the most of the votes cast in a constituency are NOTA, a candidate winning the few remaining minority votes should be declared elected. Unless the law is amended to say if majority of the votes cast are NOTA, a re-election needs to be held, this does not solve the problem of corrupt candidates but not enough. As it often is in India, this rule does not go all the way. In short, Hindol says, “Use it. But remember it’s the beginning of change, not the end.”

So long then. Happy Voting. Happy Record Voting. And here’s wishing all of us better times ahead.

April 29, 2014

"Pratinidhi" (Telugu Film Review)

Nara Rohit's films have so far been different. While "Baanam" was revolutionary, "Solo" was outright family entertainer with great comedy and performances. "Pratinidhi" promised to be intriguing from the trailer days and it was poetically timed for the elections but don't be over-expectant about the hype. It has some eye-popping provocations about the issues common man faces and packages them quite intelligently and convincingly in the backdrop of an exciting kidnap drama with a brief flashback but the narrative could have been better and arresting.

Prashant Mandava directs Nara Rohit as a people's representative who kidnaps the Chief Minister (Kota Srinivasa Rao)  when he comes to innaugurate an Old Age Home. He imprisons self and the CM in the vast house with a threat to kill the CM unless his demands are met. What are these demands? They grow, at first sight, sillier and curioser by the hour until the whole state gets swept by a tsunami of attention and goodwill. Police Commissioner (Posani Krishna Murali) encircles the house where the kidnapper relays his messages and demands while trying to unfathom the mysterious kidnapper's whereabouts and identity through only one source - Rohit's friend who agrees to share details of his friendship and association. The demands, those silly demands, meanwhile outgrow into a pattern that seems to connect the dots of a lot of issues and a few mysteries of a missing man and his son. The demands raised by Rohit are valid and thoroughly engrossing and tell a lot about the state of our democracy and the pace at which the government works: Despite the media's all-pervasive nature and 24/7 reporting, one of the key messages is that there is a paradox of choice amidst plenty of options: nobody really gets the big picture in the immediate aftermath of an event because the media doesn't ask questions that illuminate or decipher the truth.

The truth is unfolded, layer by layer, by the protagonist Nara Rohit himself, in the messages relayed outside the building and in his articulate interaction with Kota Srinivasa Rao who as the CM who gave one of his career-best performances. Kota asks questions that enhance the characterisation of himself and Rohit in ways that move the story forward. While the first half is about the demands, the second half gives an good twist to the plot with more seiousness sans romance and dull flashback which mars a few reels earlier. Why does the government take two hours to accept one simple demand? Can we de-notify the currency notes of higher denomination  - to drive out black money out of the "M3" circulation in the economy? Where is the money collected from the odd amounts rounded off on account of stupid taxes, cesses and VAT levies on petroleum, diesel and even hotel services going to? For example, if it costs Rs.72.84 per litre and we pay Rs.73, the rounding error itself comes to on a ball-park estimate of Rs.120 crore population times Rupees Two per day, as per the writer in the film.. That's a fair point and something that is fuelling black money and making some people richer.

With audacious demands like these underpinning the economic logic, Rohit gets war-room attention of the politicians and begins a change in the CM itself. The approach to this film is neat and fresh without stunts, vulgar dances or item songs or garrulous comedy or silly romance. Technically, there is only one song in the first half to give romantic relief with a forgettable heroine Shubra Ayyappa who is a let down. The second half has a few background songs that step on the gas for the hero's surge in popularity as the media amplifies his messages and their broader econo-political appeal. The approach to the story and the screenplay reminds you of "Wednesday" movie where the hero and the anti-hero see a paradigm-shift in their world views.

A promising tale told in 139 minutes with plenty of food for thought for our system and the polity that rides it. Good dialogues in the film by Rohit and Kota create an encore feeling. Music by Sai Kartheek is turning out better in RR , this is his second impressive BGM score after "Rowdy". Performances wise, Rohit is average though he has a baritone voice that is one of the best male voices in Tollywood today after Pawan Kalyan. But his repertoire is limited to poker-faced delivery that lacks variety and killer instinct. The most notable performance, make no mistake is that of Kota Srinivasa Rao, followed by Posani Krishna Murali. Director Prashant Mandava seems promising enough to tell a good story but the same film could have been made more intelligently and entertainingly to create a wider connect - the director has made the corruption issue more a monetary policy issue and leaves out many inconvenient issues that rock the state and the nation. What is tasteless is to show the late NTR as a great leader/thinker in the titles equating him with the likes of Che Guera, Gandhi, Tagore, etc. Secondly, I did notice that at interval time, they show all the past CMs of the state of AP  - Naidu, Rosaiah, NTR again, N Janardhan Reddy but show YSR in a split-micro-second. That makes the visuals political. Barring these, "Pratinidhi" is a watchable film with strong subtexts and thought-provoking issues. It could have been made better and more intense but is still better than so many commercial potboilers that come and go but don't linger on as much as "Pratinidhi".
Rating: 3/5

April 18, 2014

"2 States" (Hindi) Film Review


Chetan Bhagat’s most successful novel after ‘Five Point Someone’ was '2 States: The Story of My Marriage' which inspired the making of this film released today. The film strikes a lovely chord with all ages, especially those whom cupid strikes early in life but are unable to finish it off with marriage under elderly glare. Armed with a winning script, big studios and the backing of Karan Johar, director Abhishek Varman has embellished an evocative love story with great sensibilities that will linger on for a long time. With a two hour plus length of a film that doesn’t even begin with the statutory cigarette warnings or wild animal usage (the only things wild in the film are those things campus lovers do in between the sheets), the film’s resonance comes in a triple package: One, a fresh starcast of the lead couple who are in their early twenties – Arjun Kapoor as Krish Malhotra and Alia Bhatt as Ananya. Two, authentic hand-picking of the elders rooted in  the two states of Punjab and Tamil Nadu; Ronit Roy and Amrita Singh as the Punjabi Paramesans and Revathy and Shiv Subrahmanyam as the Tam-Brahm couple. Three, without multi-layering the film with side-dish distractions like cheap campus fare or extra melodrama or even comic tracks, the narration is kept closer to the love story as it is driven by the lovers themselves with occasional brakes or accelerators.

The story is not filmy though. A boy and a girl meet at IIM campus, fall in love and decide to marry in the arranged traditions of the family, with the parents’s blessings. Nothing unsual about that as most of the love stories in India suffer from a higher mortality rate than what affects infants in Sub-Saharan Africa. Disdain for each other, distrust and ego tussles besides expectations from one another not to talk of the mental sterotypes that run loops in your mind – all these are exploited in a crisp narrative in the film. In bridging a divide, the plot selects two states whose people harbour maximum prejudices against each other – Punjabis who think that Tamil girls trap handsome, tall Punjabi boys with perks and Tam-brahms who view Punjabis as gluttons and Punjabi mother-in-law as the most dangerous idea in the world.

These stereotypes only complicate the love story as the young lovers try to navigate the waters with help from the negotiation courses learnt at the B-School; the boy helps his prospective father-in-law with powerpoint presentations, gives his future mother-in-law the 15 minute-fame moment in singing while the girl settles it amicably in a Punjabi wedding from a demanding son-in-law to the delight of her would-be mother-in-law. Brownie points earned but what if you don’t like the people at all – that is the million dollar question in Indian families marrying across communities but only if you accept that loves comes in a family pack of four or six people. 2 States is a crash course in winning the elders over  before grinning with them in family videos. The other option followed by the fraction of successful lovers is to consummate the marriage and mend their parents with family additions and granular overtures. The film takes a simplified approach of nudging the parents with part-manipulation and part-affection; as always, all is fair in love and marriage.

However, the end is predictable and the pace is slow sometimes with some characterisations left in the lurch. Ronit Roy as Arjun’s father has the most intense charcterisation but his character is puzzling and inconsistent: why he confronts everybody at home and why he relents and surprises all is a mystery. Amrita Singh essays a fine performance that comes naturally to her, as a mother torn between a disaffectionate husband and a pushy son, she comes out right on top of everyone. Revathy looks graceful as the mother who takes it down but retorts in style, the lovely jingle she sings at a concert inter-mixing her famous duet song in “Prema” is a highlight. Alia’s father Shiva Subrahmanyam puts in a convincing performance too.

Alia Bhatt is a big draw with her youthful effervescence and stunning looks. Those who didn’t see enough of her bubbly moments in “Highway” will have a colorful feast of her grace and beauty decked in bright colour costumes. But she doesn’t look the part of a Tamil Brahmin girl because her accent and her body language deny her projected origins. That is clearly unconvincing. Arjun Kapoor as the bespectacled, writer-backed narrator of his own story in Chetan Bhagat’s words is the best character in the film and deserves a hurrah. Subtle and Under-emoting, he balances the many shades in the film while being the committed lover to Alia. Technically, the film scores brilliantly on all the fours – cinematography, editing, dialogues and music. BGM by a different technician enhances the emotions while Shankar Ehsaan Loy deserve a high five for a beautiful score that blends Punjabi beats with South Indian rhythms; the trio always put in efforts to give music new spins in sound and arrangement.

In sticking to the basic novel that already resonated well with the youngistan, director has given a routine story the canvass it needs to reverberate the message of inter-caste and inter-community marriages powerfully which will strike instant chord with both seniors and young rebels. For over 2000 years, ancient Indians married freely across communities and cultures according to a joint study by CCMB in Hyderabad and Harvard Medical School – published in the American Journal of Human Genetics. After a few centuries, the mixing stopped because the populations became endogamous. Caste and other differentiators entered our regional consciousness making traditions of inter-mixing unwelcome. After Ek Duje Ke Liye (“Maro Charithra”), a new-age BPO version tries to convey the same message with happier ending and modern sensibilities. Highly watchable with family but don’t bet on a movie better than the book, if you have already read it.

Rating 3.75/5


April 13, 2014

"Race Gurram" (Telugu Film Review)


"Race Gurram" has come in the middle of a season that is seeing the race of our lives in election.  Directed by Surendar Reddy, "Race Gurram" gets off to a good start  but in the bid to make a blockbuster, Surendar Reddy errs on the heavier side of entertainment with too many twists in a bizarre tale that takes your head for a spin especially in the second half with logic and sanity hit out of the park. 

The story casts Allu Arjun in the title role, which means a horse trained to compete at races. But there is no justification of the title except a footage of horses at the outset and towards the climax besides a cursory mention of the qualities of horses and horsepower. The plot is about two brothers, Ram (Shaam) and Lakshman (Allu Arjun) who grow up teasing and fighting with each other, developing a strong disaffection to each other. Shaam becomes a cop while Allu becomes a vagabond. As their animosity grows stronger, Allu falls in love with Shruti Hasan who keeps her emotions masked under a tough-looking demeanor. Shaam, in one fit of a rage to level the scores with his brother needles his love story with dire results. As a tit for tat, Allu levels scores by hoodwinking his brother  about to nab gangster Siva Reddy (Ram Kishan) with solid evidence before Siva Reddy files his nomination papers for MLC. Allu lifts the police jeep and speeds away with the file unbeknownst. The villain Siva Reddy, having got wind of Shaam's intentions to nail him sends a task force to polish him off but alas, the jeep has Allu, it gets pulped by the villain's gang and thrown into the valley. Allu survives the ordeal and decimates Siva Reddy after hearing of his plot to actually kill his brother. Suddenly, Allu undergoes a paradigm shift that starts a series of confrontations with the villains. The second half shows the massive confrontation between the family of Siva Reddy and that of Allu Arjun that ends with agonizing twists and mind-numbing   concepts liberally followed from films like "Kick" (director's own),"Oke Okkadu", "Singham" and "Arya-2". 

The fundamental flaw that may go against the film itself is the story of confrontation between two brothers which is anti-sentiment. Both brothers go to any extent to undermine the other and this goes on since childhood with parents remaining mute spectators. No film with screwed up sentiment like this has ever succeeded. (Examples, "Chennakeshava Reddy", "Brothers"). Even if Ambani brothers compete with each other, they are doing it in separate homes, never under the same roof. Dragging this sentiment further, director Surendar Reddy introduces a twist before interval block of Allu waking up to the basic DNA of his brother and aligning himself with Sham to fight the villain. The story of the  brother, being a senior cop, unable to dote on his younger brother is quite a flaw that hampers the feel-good sentiment even as the narrative moves at break-neck speed. While the entire story can be summed in three lines - two brothers fighting, cop confronting a criminal and the younger brother also joining the fight, Surendar Reddy builds fat tissue after fat tissue in building the narrative, elongating the sequences and getting sloppy comedy that enumerates a jumbo starcast. 

The starcast has Shruti Hassan as Allu Arjun's love,  Prakash Raj as Shruti's father, Ram Kishan, Mukesh Rushi and Kota Srinivasa Rao as villains, Shaam, the cop in "Kick" playing again as a cop and also Allu Arjun's brother and three ace comedians, including Brahmanandam, Jayaprakash Reddy,Ali and MS Narayana besides new-age comedy artists. There are too many distractions in the narration of the main story which make it tedious despite a whole-heartedly valiant attempt at making a blockbuster. The trouble is, when you set out to make a blockbuster, you should have checked if there are too many blocks to bust your film's chances at box office. Surendar Reddy missed wholly in this giving a free running time of 163 minutes to cover five songs, repetitive run-ins between the brothers, a comedy track with Shruti Hasan in a romantic setting and the cliched introduction of Brahmanandam as the supercop who will bring down the house of the villains, the film travels at a velocity that will gradually numb your senses in the second half.

Shruti Hasan gave her dumbest performance in years despite looking demure and cute in songs. Her role of a girl who conceals her emotions is apt for her insipid acting that oozes mannequin beauty without substance. Prakash Raj and Shaji Shinde bore you with their trite antics. Shaam comes out good in his role as the cop even if its a leaf out of "Kick" performance. Bhojpuri superstar Ram Kishan steals the thunder as a villain with comic timing. Brahmanandam tries to get the biggest laughs, he almost succeeds but how long will his stereotype magic work - the kind of role that comes in the wee minutes of climax and knocks the socks off everybody including the hero and the villains? How long will heroes and directors let him ride out this sucker punch comedy that has become staple fare? The nation needs to know!

Allu Arjun is a high-calibre star who has earned the spurs of a Style Icon with a wonderful mix of attitude, hardwork and impeccable behavior. He has also delivered cinema that moves the needle of content towards different genres and acceptability beyond the borders of Telugu Cinema. As a package of dance, metrosexuality, presentability and personality projection, he is a case study on how one can get catapulted into supertardom without conventional good looks and low-timber voice. With that kind of halo, Allu Arjun has done well in the film by himself. There are atleast three scenes where his words spell magic on screen. He emotes fluently and delivers a knock-out performance in all scenes, dances and stunts. Perhaps, with an eye on the growing Malayalam market, Allu also uses a heavy drawl in accent to emphasise words like "Devudaa" differently which gets good laughs throughout his utterances. 


But for that, and a few good laughs, the film falls short of a supergood tag because of hopeless editing, zero attention to logic and consistency and silly comedy in the name of entertainment. If the film is cut by 35 minutes, it would have been a different experience, to cut a long story short. The film is watchable once but only for a while after interval. Music by Thaman is peppy and catchy but the picturization disappoints except in "Gala Gala". This may not be Allu Arjun's worst film but this is not his best. Surendar Reddy's direction has energy but it is time for him to take a calorie count on how much of it is needed to collapse the genres of entertainment with that of action and comedy. He has failed with "Oosaravalli" and "Athidhi" and "Ashok". It's time to go back to the basics of unhurried story-telling. Despite the highs in the film - the dialogues of Allu Arjun, the heavy starcast, the clean comedy, the new villain, the lows of the film outnumber - the length, needless scenes of sibling rivalry, Brahmanandam ad nauseum, bizarre twists that are completely irrational, overdose of everything, the film deserves a rating no more than 2/5.

April 5, 2014

"Rowdy" (Telugu film Review)

"Rowdy" (Telugu)

"Rowdy" is perhaps the finest moment of acting for Dr.Mohan Babu and a new high for Manchu Vishnu in acting without frills, dimples , warts and all. But for Ram Gopal Varma fans who have already seen "Sarkar" and "Sarkar Raj", the film is a blend of both the films that should give you some indication of the ending.

In order to nativise the original plot in "Sarkar", RGV chooses the factionist setting of Rayalseema to liken the main character "Anna" Mohan Babu to one you can relate with like, say, Paritala Ravi, Bal Thackaray, or a refined factionist in "Rakta Charitra". Anna and his wife Jayasudha are benign leaders with a mass following of their villagers. Eldest son is misguided in his imitation of "Rowdy" dad. Youngest son is Vishnu who is class apart, falls in love with Shanvi (last seen in "Prema Katha Chitram"). A gang of villains - including Tanikella Bharani, Jeeva, a baldie and a pineapple-cake-munching baddie plot the downfall of Anna who is their main obstacle in the kickacks that accrue from "Gangavaram" project. Then the usual twists of betrayal of trust, attempted murder and the climax as per the original versions. The producers must be really bold to ask RGV to remake his most successful brand of cinema into Telugu for an audience who are not alien to its memory.

But RGV has always been like that. The man loves to remake his own cinema. He made "Shiva" in 1989 with a blistering debut at the box office. He remade that film with his muse of the day in 2006. He made "Gaayam" in the 1990s. That film continues to be metastatized in many of his films including "Sarkar" series and "Rowdy". I firmly believe that RGV knows only five stories to tell on screen. One is the "Gayam" Godfather variety. Two, is the "Satya" gang-war story. Three, the "Kshana Kshanam" "Jungle" hit, heist and run to the forest variety. Four, the film-crazy, fan-obsessed story "Mast" "Appalaraju" variety. If he doesn't find new ideas from the four and a new producer to expend, he will make a film which will scare you with new camera angles  - the "Raat" "Deyyam" variety. Directors who came from the RGV school have been attempting bold and different cinema over the years - the likes of Shimit Amin and Anurag Kashyap but our man continues to cannibalise these five stories all his productive career. Despite knowing all the craft and specialist knowledge, RGV keeps assaulting us with films that keep him in the comfort zone.

Having said that, the film "Rowdy" is squeaky clean with arresting narration. If you have not seen the originals, you will feel the thrills of convincing characterisation and multiple twists. 121 minutes is a definite plus as there are no lagging sequences except at times when the gang of villains gag with citations from "Vedams" and all that. Mohan Babu comes out with a hurrah performance that comes but once in a lifetime. Acting without makeup and wig, he delivers dialogues differently and emotes well with a body language and a swagger that is apt and stylish. For an actor who has hit the limelight with garrulous dialogue delivery and idiosyncratic body language, this is crowning glory. Manchu Vishnu seems overawed by the presence of his dad in most frames directed by a veteran but he holds his own. He seems to get back to his median weighty body frame. Tanikella and Jeeva are over the top and could have been edited out except a few dialogues. Jayasudha is the only person who must have used makeup in the film but she gives a memorable performance. RGV used to mention that after Sridevi, he had a crush on Jayasudha after seeing "Adavi Ramudu". In this film, he had used her well to relay her strengths  in many emotions. Dialogues are sharp and uncinematic - a hallmark of RGV. BGM and music by Sai Karthik hit some good notes. Despite a deja vu plot, "Rowdy" is stylish and watchable and yes, neat for family viewing too.  I rate this 3/5 for the compactness, performances and telling a good story neatly for Telugu audiences. 

March 29, 2014

"Legend" (Telugu) Film Review



"Legend" is a mighty entertainer that is more intense than a T20 match and a perfect film for Balayya's aging persona which suits his films one way - the highway of high-octane action, violence, anti-gravity stunts and rabble-rousing and of course, sentiment. The film generated unprecedented buzz after its satellite rights were bought by Gemini for Rs.9 crores - that's the highest for any Telugu film. 

"Legend" is all about a 160 minute duel between the family of Balakrishna and Jagapathi Babu, a factionist who thrives on terrorising people and building capital. Jagapathi Babu sets foot on Vizag for a marriage alliance and runs into rough weather with Suman, father of Elder Balayya over a road accident. Jagapathi Babu is chastised by the folks and hauled up. Unrepentent Jagapathi Babu decides to make Vizag his new "adda" and systematically eliminates Balayya's mother and father Suman. Enraged, the young Balayya annihilates the brotherly gang of Jagapathi Babu. The never-ending saga of violence forces young Balayya's grandmother to isolate him into oblivion and pack off the younger one, again Balayya to Dubai. Destiny pulls both into finding their mojo in  aggrandizing weapons when confronted by Jagapathi & Co. On the whole, a regular fare but when you infuse this story with many layers of masala fare, glam dolls Sonal Chauhan and Radhika Apte to serenede the two Balayyas, an item song, bazooka violence, and  the tested  "Basha" flashback trick to elevate the character of the elder Balayya, the fans have got the feast of a lifetime from director Boyapati Seenu.

Performance-wise Balakrishna sizzles as the elder Balayya. He has the best dialogues in the film and delivered them with all the weighty modulations they deserve. His body language has shifted over the years with non-invasive hand-movements (unlike the late NTR) and that is working wonders for Balayya and getting scripts that dovetail.  The absence of other big stars in that space of godfatherly roles has increased the charishma of Balayya whenever he dons such roles. Boyapati Seenu's  strength in exploiting Balayya's strengths on screen once again creates a magical chord as the crowds erupt in joy and clap louder than the sounds spewed out of multiplex speakers. Dialogues by M Ratnam are some of the sharpest as the lines insinuate all glory of the Nandamuri lineage and take potshots at the new princes, submerged leaders and politics defining our age. 

The surprise packet in the film is Jagapathi Babu who reinvents himself as the salt-and-peppered hair villain with a million-buck beard and a baritone that haunts. It is not easy to flaunt an overnight body language for a villain when the opponent is a legend like Balayya. But with minimal dialogues and maximum eye-ball movement and subtle body language, Jagapathi hit a home run that will surely get him meaty roles. He has less than half page dialogue but registers his screen presence strongly against a verbose but imposing Balayya. 

There are weaknesses in the film, though. Story is the biggest letdown. Boyapati has picked two mighty stars in hero-antihero roles but hasn't concentrated on giving their confrontations the mileage it deserves. There is no variety, creativity or chutzpah to underscore the duel between the two. By choosing a story that just shows Jagapathi spitting venom all the time against Balayya's family and about four not-so-strong scenes of confrontation, director lost a golden opportunity. Even in Mahabharata, the story between two families had unprecedented twists but this one is just a tailfish story with grotesque violence upon grotesque violence. Boyapati concentrated on showing Jagapathi in one way throughout the film but it must be said that that may work wonders for his career because Jagapathi can save his new tricks for a pronounced career as a villain.

Incredulity is another weakness. So much anarchy happens in mainstream Vizag and the police is shown hand-in-gloves with wilful criminals vandalizing people and properties. Violence also grates. More people are routinely killed, shot dead or butchered in this film than all the people who died for the cause of Telangana. By showing a juvenile Balakrishna (son of Balakrishna?) who kills thirty people in 12 seconds, Boyapati Seenu had shown children can get glorified in their violence - a shameful feat that will remain unparalleled. No wonder, the film got A certificate. Films like this may even become blockbuster films but the atavaism they promote will come back to haunt our society more.

Music wise DSP gives a different twist to the tunes- they are catchy and peppy and a few songs stand out in melody and rhythms. Radhika Apte, the girl who acted in "Rakta Charitra" sizzles in the film better than Sonal Chauhan. Brahmanandam is actually a bore in the film, don't take him seriously. The one who steals her share of limelight is the lady who plays Balayya's grandmother - watch out for her as the new maternal mom, last seen in "English Vinglish". The scene where a set of MLAs discuss what the voter wants in today's democracy is the most telling commentary on the state of affairs - that is itself a paisa vasool sequence.  On the whole, a comprehensive masala film with an overdose of violence. It deserves 3 out of 5. But don't go near it if you hate violence.


March 21, 2014

Khushwant Singh - the man with the pen which didn't have a condom!


At 99, Khushwant Singh would have been the oldest Indian writer of pre-Independence era to vote in the ensuing elections but death bowled him out before he could turn 100. For millions of Indians, Khushwant Singh has democratised writing in ways that even his peers and legends who followed him, couldn't. His writing unlike some of his Nobel Prize co...ntemporaries had a magical mixture of elegance, simplicity, information, amusement and food for thought.

It will take many biographers, maybe the likes of Humra Quereshi and Shobhaa De to cover his majestic sweep of works in prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction, travelogues, histories and biographies, edited anthologies, letters, reviews, essays, obits, profiles and of course, those jokes on everything the Indians love and abhor. You can take "Train to Pakistan" as a moving novel that's semi-autobiographical. Or, you can discuss his stamp of authority in volumes on "The History of Sikhs" (which can be compared in affections and passion for one's homeland with Winston Churchill's body of work in "The History of the English-speaking people"). The man has written about thirty two books and nearly a dozen short stories. He has edited such diverse newspapers and periodicals like "Yojana" (a neat journal on economic issues) and "Hindustan Times" and "National Herald". And he has edited a periodical which fired a generation of readers, including my father, who were trying to unshackle the colonial pangs. Known as the "Illustrated Weekly of India", Khushwant Singh made it a national rage covering topics from economics, politics, art and religion to buxom beauties and saffron swamijis. That it sold over four lakh copies at its peak should tell you how reader-centric Khushwant Singh was. He wrote on sex and sublime matters with ease and always cared for the reader who read his writings with respect, humility and time-sense. You could measure each piece of his for the insights per page; if there was no insight it humored you well with low-downs on people that entertained you.

I got introduced to Khushwant Singh's writings by my father - that propelled me to take up atleast part-time writing, it spruced up my life in ways I cannot imagine. My father used to read out loud his column "With Malice towards One and All", make me underline crafty expressions and turns of phrase and fetch their meanings. Just his range of writing is enough to inspire many writers into the profession of reporting and writing. It is inconceivable he had an opinion on so many aspects of our culture, literature, polity and socio-economic situations.

I still bump into many strangers and acquaintances who bond me with in their love for Khushwant's writing style. While I have followed most of his writings and books, it is the step-up in the pace of his writing during the last ten years that amazes me. In this period, he penned his autobiography "Truth, Love and a little malice" which summed his life in the most honest manner including his foibles and false loyalties with fallen angels like Indira Gandhi and her son Sanjay Gandhi. He wrote a few more pieces of fiction: "The Sunset Club", "Burial At Sea" and "The portrait of a lady". He encouraged more compilations of his pieces including those that hijacked his tranquility (as he was forced to respond more cheekily and non-chalantly): titles like "The End of India', "Inside the Great Indian Circus", "Book of Unforgettable Women", "Why I supported the Emergency", "Death at my doorstep." and more books on malice, jokes and gossip.

Three books stand out for those who love to read more of the humanist and the freethinker he was till the very end. One is "The Khushwant Singh treasury" which includes his favorite prayers, poems, proverbs and profanities for each of day of the year. An entry for 18 November reads thus: "Work is worship, worship is not work". For 19 March: "The one commodity we Indians are never short of - natural gas".

Two, a book of profiles compiled with Humra Quraishi "The Good, The Bad and the Ridiculous" which gives a peep into his lust for painting even the drabbest personality with colors an spice. You could read just two profiles on Dhirendra Brahmachari and Giani Zail Singh to get the money's worth but there's more to it than the two much-maligned people.


Three, the last of his books published by Penguin India in 2013 called "Khushwantnama: The Lessons of my life" - an abridged autobiography for those who dont' have patience for reading all his life's labor, it contains the right chapters about the man's life along with his views that will bone you up with stuff to get inspired. The chapters have so much of wisdom that it can be an epiphany for those who share his interests in the state of the nation, the state of writing in India, what it takes to be a writer, the twelve rules to live long and happy, use of humor as a lethal weapon, state of journalism in India, dealing with death and the importance of Gandhi.


While I regret I haven't been been able to meet or exchange a word with him, I feel connected with him through his writing like millions of readers. Reading his concise writing pulls you into a fellowship of articulateness that speaks much about the man and his values- on how to be a good Indian, a tolerant Indian, an Indian who loves the roots but is truly secular, doesn't put religion before humanism, loves life, celebrates controversy and good sex in utmost loyalty, get disciplined about lifestyle, laughs at self more often and develop good humor and helping nature at all times. Khushwant Singh has achieved every award in India - from Sahitya Akademi Award to Rockfeller Grant and the coveted Padma Bhushan and Padma Vibhushan in time unlike writers like Anita Desai and Ruskin Bond who only got Padma Shri late. He lived a life rich with action throughout -whether as a diplomat, lawyer, teacher, editor or a writer. He was not the craftiest writer who wins Pulitzers and Nobels but he carried himself well right through his innings.

Someone asked Khushwant Singh his comment about being a prolific writer. His response: "No one has yet invented a condom for the pen." Long live the pen in its modern format. Long live Khushwant Singh - the man who erased his original date of birth, 2nd February and celebrates his birthday on the 15th of August. R.I.P.KS.

March 3, 2014

And the Oscar doesn't go to...


And the Oscar doesn't go to...

So even the Oscars couldn't defy "Gravity" its anti-gravity moment. The mexican director would have lived out his space in  trance as his film bagged seven oscars out of ten. Predictable? Not so much. Or maybe. Because over the years, the awards have a degree of giving out max to those films which generate the maximum adulation from the global audience. This could be because the Hollywood Studios and their gargantuan think-tanks are hitting  a dry run when it comes to big markets like China, HongKong, India, and the MiddleEast where cultural dissimilarities are making their films come a cropper. "Gravity" collected Rs.62 crores in Indian theatres despite the hoopla. "Dookudu" and "Gabbar Singh" generated a higher RoI than that film.

On that count, you can see why films like "Slumdog Millionaire" and "Gravity" sweep the awards even if with  diluted standards and dumbing down of English for the global audience. It is like a Miss World contest or Miss Universe contest - Hollywood which represents the apogee of American Culture wants  and crowns film-makers who strike gold with more eyeballs rather than film-makers who are altruistic (Oliver Stone), brazenly American (Martin Sorcerese), uncompromising (Steven Spielberg) or self-obsessed and controversial (Woody Allen).

 If the trend continues, 20 years down the lane, I think there will be more foreign language films competing for the Oscars or film-makers with the American sensibilities but a global pulse like Eduardo. That leaves the Indians with a terrific opportunity - don't make films for the Oscars, try to beat them in sensibilities and cultural opulence and larger-than-life sliceness. One day, with SFX a "Bahubali" or a "Hanuman" or a "Mahabharat" will gross as much as a Spidey or a Batman. Americans have killed more film industries since the 1920s by their clinical imperialism of the culture of Americana which has a distinct closeness with most Western cultures except the Koreans, the Chinese and the Indians. Watching the Oscars this time became more boring than a Pogo channel where the anchor hustles with a masked face. No wonder, the Oscars are now looked down by those who covet the BAFTAs, the Golden Globes, the Cannes or now the Sundance where unconventional yardsticks of measuring success are bringing out such exciting films like "Boyhood" and "Wajdah" (2012). 

On the contrary, Oscars are still stuck on  criteria that the critics and the audiences don't seem to agree often but are determined by quixotic whims and messages from the masters who call the shots at the industry. Any idea why Sandra Bullock didn't get the best actress award? Any thoughts why Leonardo Dicaprio continues to be at the non-receiving end of the awards? Despite a uni-dimensional way of judging the films, the Oscars get the maximum mileage but still lesser than what the Superbowl or FIFA World Cup command. 

Today, close to seven billion people are watching films and a fraction of them are wanting to make films in as many unique way as their sensibilities and paradigms motivate them to. The Oscars can go to anybody who is trained to give a well-rehearsed elevator speech. But lets not think that their success is a benchmark - don't be misled by the UNESCO heritage-type statements going out when the Oscar goes to a film that talks about slavery in Africa, a war waged in Afghanistan or Iraq or a legend in South Africa. There are more ways to watch a film, make a film and even review a film. Remember tonite that Oscars may be more anti-diluvian in ways you haven't  yet realised.

February 25, 2014

"Highway" (Hindi) Film Review



“Highway” is a surprisingly pleasant and at one level a bold film by Imtiaz Ali. Pleasant because he breaks the mould of regular commercial fare with an irregular theme that will stop you on your tracks. Bold because there are more than one or two messages that run undercurrent to the main narrative which are disturbing in the pace of modern life. I am taken in by the titles of Imitiaz Ali always because he is one of the few directors who hits the bull’s eye on putting titles that sum it up while conveying motifs that he wants to linger on you long after you left the movie hall. Look at his previous films – “Jab We met” , “Love Aaj Kal” and “Rockstar” and you will find one main theme but also many subtexts embedded. Likewise, “Highway” is a motif for what happens when a contract killer kidnaps a girl about to enter an arranged wedlock and both of them hit the highway of life as they are compelled by circumstances to travel together across the “roadiest” surfaces of North India.

In 133 minutes, Imtiaz Ali transports us to a world of rich visuals of snowy peaks and sylvan surroundings, rough roads and dingy corners but the perimeter for everything remains the highway where in a truck Randip Hooda drives down without knowing where the destination is in order to escort away Alia Bhatt (debutante) from police interception before deciding to leave her, because he realizes he had actually kidnapped a rich girl of mighty surname of a biggie –“Tripathi”.

The story moves, layer by layer with the girl actually feeling more comfortable with the kidnappers and enjoying the ride as one helluva ride of a lifetime, away from the suffocations of air, life and outlook that are common in affluent households. Aliah is the girl who shows maximum variation in her characterization as she moves from being terrified to diffident to curious to comfortable to confident in her interactions with the kidnappers. As she opens up to the largeness of life in the open, she realizes these kidnappers are a lot less harmful than the people of her cocooned life at home, where there are insensitive parents and predators like her uncle. In one scene, she blurts out about the same uncle who used to haul her up physically while tempting her with imported chocolates since the age of nine.



Randip Hooda is a hardened criminal who melts with Alia’s childlike innocence and frankness. He also opens up gradually and becomes someone the girl begins to develop more than a trusting relationship before the dramatic end. Watch that end because it has the same quirk that marks all the climaxes of Imtiaz Ali’s films - something out of everybody’s comfort zone. I don’t agree that the film looks like a documentary at all because a documentary cannot bring life into a narrative without a voiceover.

In “Highway”, Imtiaz Ali uses two instruments to bring that narrative to bear pristinely – cinematography and music. Anil Mehta gives a stunning output in his picture frames, of course aided by the eye for detail of the director who revels in novel stuff. Eating on top of ant-hills, sky-kissing your way to see the clouds fritter away, keeping your head at the edge of the highway road while the vehicles speed in and out or dripping your hands into the swirling water currents meant for water-rafting – Anil Mehta gives us spectacular visuals. AR Rahman, of course, gives an original score that is in sync with the moods. Compared with his previous films, Rahman uses good pauses at times to sometimes use silence to elevate the impact of the scene – like when the girl speaks out against sexual abuse or when Randip and Alia interact. Rahman also uses some folk songs and a famous beat of “Wanna Mash up?” as a necessary interlude in the film, to show the contrast between his music and somebody else’s composition. A sporting move which other legends hardly attempt. In a collaboration of such fine talent, a worthy addition indeed is Rasool Polakutty’s diligent sound design – you can know every sound has a meaning and a context to why you hear.

Even if humor is subtle and unsubstantial, you have some laughs here and there, and that comes between the two main characters. The only gaps in the film are the establishment of the motives of the gang that originally kidnaps the girl and characterization that throws little light on them. It could have elevated Randip Hooda’s role better. Despite all of that, he emotes well. One can attribute this film to be an attempt by Imtiaz Ali to bring different and meaningful cinema to the urban folks. Are today’s girls more safer outside of homes than people at home – that’s a strong message. Are mothers and fathers playing their roles as parents well in giving the kids everything they need but not enough time and attention – that’s the underlying message. And finally, the broad message is that when the rubber hits the road, you might realize that the destination is less important than the journey and often goodness can come from people you dislike at first – almost like an Austen sensibility.

It is unlikely this film will boil well at the kettle of box office but it leaves you with a good impression and a lasting message. For that, I rate it 3.75 on 5 and take away points for the bits that didn’t add up.

February 22, 2014

"Aaha Kalyanam" Telugu Film Review



"Aaha Kalyanam" is the second film of Nani to release in a fortnight. After the debacle of "Paisa", expectations were high for this film because it is coming from the second-most powerful production house in the country - Yash Raj Films  - with interests in home videos, music, domestic and overseas distribution rights etc. Yash Raj Films has produced this film as a bilingual in Telugu and Tamil with the same starcast  - Nani and Vani Kapoor playing the lead pair played in the original "Band Baaja Baaraat" by Ranveer Singh and Anushka Sharma. The original was a sensation that created stars out of both the Hindi actors. This film is Yash Raj Films' first foray into Telugu and Tamil. 

Story
The story is replicated without a frame being altered: Shakti (Nani) bumps into Shruti Subramanyam (Vani Kapoor) at a wedding reception. Shruti is keen to learn the trade of wedding planner and in a tiff with market leader (Simran) starts her own firm focusing on wedding plans called "Gatti Melam". She admits Shakti as a partner on condition that they do not mix romance with finance. However, one fine night, in a frenzy of success celebrations, passions flare up with both as they end up cosying in bed. Their attitudes change afterwards and soon they split to start individual agencies. Business suffers as their complementary skill sets no longer support each other. In the grand finale, both of them team up again for a wedding  on the insistence of a client who knows them since inception. They succeed in making the wedding a success and make a hard stop at expressing their love for each other. Happy ending for a couple who look good on screen - both Vani Kapoor and Nani.

Performances
Nani as the guy who runs through a roller-coaster of emotions delivers well with his effortless acting and high-variety voice modulation. As a former World Space radio jockey, he is one of the few actors who embellishes his characterisation with exceptional dubbing that gives depth to his voice.  His performance in the climax scene is worth the wait as he mixes it up with emotions and jokes well. 

Vani Kapoor is quite a glamorous find who is at ease in her role even if she lacks the vivacity of Anushka Sharma. She looks good in all the costumes but evidently has a typical North-Indian appeal. Her face resembles strikingly with Meenakshi Seshadri and Ankita in one face. At times, she dominates Nani which is a rare thing because Nani steals the show with heroines most. Simran as the industry leader makes a good comeback in a cameo. The rest of the starcast is nondescript and unknown - YRF has picked  anonymous actors which might have made the film less dramatic.

How Good is the film?
"Aaha Kalyanam" despite a rich baggage, banner pedigree, tested story that aced up the box office in the original and a lead pair that sizzles is a big dud and having seen the original, the fault may lie entirely on the YRF banner besides the lack of chemistry between Nani and Vani Kapoor. Firstly, the original storyline had lot of sizzle in typical Punjabi language which got lost in translation by dialogue writer Sashank Vennelakanti. The dialogues are  insipid,  written with military precision not emotional value that appeals to masses. Often, the editing of the film is flaky and at crucial scenes like Simran provoking Nani and Vani or when they take up assignments or separate into different units, the narrative turns abrupt.  

Two, entire sequences of the film have Tamil flavor rather than a Telugu touch. If this film is a remake of BBB, why couldn't YRF make a remake in Telugu instead of dubbing the film from Tamil? This is a big mistake because at several places, you don't get a feeling of involvement because everybody is a Tamil except the lead pair. There were four weddings or wedding receptions shown in the film and not one of them is a Telugu wedding. Infact, one gets a feeling there are two Tamil weddings, a muslim wedding (which was interesting and well-shot) and a Malayalam wedding but not a single Telugu attire is shown. At another place, where the families are visiting the wedding planner firm, there are four couples all of them wearing traditional Tamil or Kerala dress. With two assistant directors helping him,  director A Gokul Krishna could have done better in adaptation. Simply changing the registration plates of vehicles plying on the scene is not enough dubbing, YRF should have take better care. 

Three, YRF has been distributing Hindi films in AP as Vandana Films for the past 30 years. It would have understood the pulse of the local market better because in the past films like "Chandni" and "DDLJ" and "Dil to Pagal Hai" have been dubbed into Telugu with mixed success. Proper dubbing would have ensured the film registers well with the masses and the classes. Even the name of "Gatti Melam" appears as "Getti Melam" a couple of times.

Four, except for the climax song which mixes up the mannerisms and dialogues of three superstars  - Mahesh Babu, Prabhas and Rajinikanth, the film moves with a routine straight-lift of the Hindi original giving sometimes predictability in the second half. Hindi sensibilities are quite different from those of Telugu and the production team should have reflected them. 

Five, in 143 minutes, there is no comic relief as it is the story that sucks you in, no punchlines or typical adaptations that would have enhanced the cinematic experience for the mass Telugu viewer. It may be pertinent to note that an year back, Nandini Reddy made a film starring Siddharth and Samantha "Jabardast" which liberally borrowed the basic concept of BBB and made it into a loud entertaining film, which failed to click at the box office. This film by YRF, however, does justice to the basic plot but fails to hold the attention of the viewer with a non-native touch that is insensitive to the demands of two Telugu states who eat, drink and sleep entertaining movies. 

Lastly, Nani is a talented actor who seem to have been stopped by the iron-clad rules of YRF when they make films. Because of the loyalty to the script and story by Maneesh Sharma, Nani was not given much leeway in improvising his performance to get a few good laughs. His potential got capped in this film which could undermine its reception at the BO.

What's good
Technically, the film has outstanding production values. Cinematography is brilliant and captures the mood of the weddings in colorful variety with minimal deviations - the camera is faithful to the narrative and characterisations of the  principal  characters in the film and delivers a visual feast. Music by Dharani Kumar is another high. While the original score of BBB was composed by Salim- Suleiman, Kumar composes a few hummable songs that stand out, especially "No one dancing here" which was also choreographed well by Brinda. BGM by Kumar also shows command over instrumentation and rhythm. Director A Gokul Krishna extracts decent output from all the sundry cast and presents a blockbuster story in its most faithful format, perhaps insisted by a production house which is testing waters in the South but some dilution in the plot to accomodate Telugu nativities would have worked wonders in this clean film which brings a breath of fresh air for its contemporary plot, decent fare, rich production values, family fare without an iota of lewdity, violence and intimacy (except in one crucial pre-interval scene of passion). There is no villain, no stunts, no item dance and no multiple-meaning dialogues. For the quality of the film and the message of being positive and being entrepreneurial, the film deserves atleast an average rating of 2.5 on 5. Because of the ineptness of adapting it locally to the vernacular sensibilities, the film fails to rise above that. If you have seen the original, you needn't miss this one. But for those who have not seen the original, you will be drawn to the film.

February 17, 2014

Why Penguin ban of Wendy Doniger is justified




Let me disclaim at the outset (I am not a Hindu in a fundamentalist sense, I am liberal and respect all religions and keep my faith as private as possible except on select festival days, when I erupt in joy on facebook).

I would like to break this long piece into four parts: First part, I will talk about the phenomena like Wendy Doniger who are creating careers out of midwifing the Hindu scriptures in ways that she and her non-Hindu readers like. Second part, I will talk about the amusing manner in which the web and authors imprinted by Penguin have got into a mindless crusade of supporting Wendy (I bet most of them haven't read the book) for the sake of supporting free speech (which itself is unclear to many who advocate for it). In the third part, I will discuss what may have led Chikki Sarkar's bosses at Penguin to withdraw the book; I will also put forth the economics of publishing writers like Wendy and the burdens of cross-subsidising her irreverence for Hinduism  with best-selling writers of dissimilar baggage like say, Dr.Devdutt Pattnaik or Anita Nair (not the Padmashri author, the one who writes on Indian Mythology for kids under Puffin). Lastly, I will offer my two cents on whether such bans are justified and whether such bans are endorsed by Hindus and also whether Hinduism will outlast such ill-informed writers.

First Part
Wendy Doniger is not the first nor will be the last author to claim superior scholarship over Indology (the Study of India) or Hinduism. Throughout history, there were Indologists who learnt Sanskrit and made intellectual and financial capital out of interpreting the vast body of Hindu literature from the Laws of Manu to the Rig Veda to the Ramayana and the Mahabharata and the Bhagwad Gita. These include in no certain order: Max Muller, William Jones, Philip Goldberg, Gavin Flood, Klaus Klostermaier, Asko Parpola, TJ Hopkins, Brian K Smith, AL Basham, M Stutley, John Stratton Hawley, Richard Burghart, Raymond Brady Williams, George Michell, Alistair Shearer, Madeleine Biardeau, DF Pocock, Ken Wilber, Alduous Huxley,  Ralph Waldo Emerson, Arnold Toynbee and even Sir Richard Burton. There were also many writers-philosophers originating from the Indian subcontinent who have steered Hinduism into streams of clear interpretations. Most notable among them include writers like S Radhakrishnan, C Rajagopalachari, RK Narayan, Bibek Debroy, Jawaharlal Nehru, Bankimchandra Chatterji, Anand Coomaraswamy, Raja Rammohan Roy, Nirad C Chaudhuri, Osho, Makarand Paranjapee, TN Madan, KM Munshi, KM Panikkar, VD Savarkar,  Mahadev Desai, Mahatma Gandh, RC Dutti and philosopher saints like Swami Vivekananda, Aurobindo Ghosh, Swami Abhedananda, Swami Ranganathananda, Dayanand Saraswati, Paramhamsa Yogananda, Maharshi Mahesh Yogi, Swami Hariharananda. Many living saints continue to re-interpret wiser and modernly relevant insights in Hinduism through their discourses like Sri Sri Ravi Shankar, Sadguru Jaggi Vasudev, Swami Prajnananda and Swami Sukhbodhananda. If you do not like to read in English, there's greater talent in verbal discourses albeit with sometimes faulty logic people like Chaganti Koteswara Rao, Swami Paripoornananda and countless others in Indian vernacular language. These are writers who respected the original works, translated them with the diligence of a Checklist-driven surgeon, honored the spirit and philosophy of the original letters that carried the messages through the ages and sanctified and enriched the body of works that are enshrined in the hearts of billions of Hindus who are traditionally not self-conscious about religion as an isolable component or aspect of their world-view and their way of life. 

Having said that there have been genuinely agitated writer-scholars who have taken up crusades against the banalities that created stress to those oppressed under the onslaught of traditions that smack of inhumanity - the caste system, the enfeeblement and disempowerment of women, notions of untouchability and brahminism as being superior to other castes - which kept more people in shackles of poverty, illteracy and regress. Into these categories fall some notable writers of Indian origin, namely, Dr.BR Ambedkar, AK Ramanujan, Kancha Ilaiah, Sir Tej Bahadur Sapru, Swami Dharma Theertha (a.k.a Parameswara Menon). These writers had genuine points to make about the forces that are eroding faith in Hinduism  because of a class-perpetration of Brahmins or male bastion preachers who bind women and lower-caste sections into bleak submission and duress. 

How is Wendy Doniger different? She is an Indologist who has had numerous books on Hinduism in sole and co-authorships. She is an influential professor in an American University whose scholarship has reached peak recognition. She has been both persuasive and persistent with her theses on writing as the sole arbiter of myths about Hindusim. It is another matter that she also writes profusely about ancient and modern myths that accost civilizations that survived or surround us today. She writes brilliantly with luminous prose and imaginative prowess about the myths of Hercules, the myths of super-heroes (of Warner Bros. creation) and the myth of Harry Potter (which will also enter the next generation of modern myths that are welded into world consciousness). But it is the current book "The Hindus: An Alternative History" that is caught in the eye of the storm five years after its publication.  

By her own admission in her latest book "On Hinduism", Doniger writes why the book withdrawn by Penguin should be a non-issue for Hindus. And I quote: "I had written all my other books for an American audience, primarily for my students. That was one reason why I was totally blindsided by the passionate Hindu response to my book "The Hindus: An Alternative history". It hadn't occured to me that Hindus would read it. I had figured, the Hindus already knew all about their own religion, or at least knew as much as they wanted to know, or in any case didn't want to learn anything more from an American woman (I was right about that last point, but in ways I had not foreseen). I was therefore pleasantly surprised, at first, that Hindus read "The Hindus", but then appalled that some of them read it so confrontationally, or did not read it at all but just parroted what others are saying about it." So, you see, even Doniger never had an iota of the tumultous response her book got until one gentleman from Shiksha Bachao Andolan took her on and filed a quiet litigation against the author and the publishers for the umbrageous litany of liberal and factually incorrect interpretations of Hindu Gods and Goddesses. 

If you surf the Amazon reader reviews, you will see a six page summary of all the erroneous points of the book "The Hindus" by one Vishal Agarwal. These are mis-representations in Wendy's book  about the chronological dates, events and people ranging from Lord Ram, Mahakavi Kshetrayya, Guru Gobind Singh, Saint Chaitanya, Saint Kabir, Adi Sankaracharya, Hakka and Bukka of the Vijaynagar empire etc. For example, in the case of Adi Sankara's debate with Bharti, wife of Mandan Mishra, when the latter questioned Adi Sankara on issues related to conjugal responsibilities, Adi Sankara requests a month's time to imbibe the experiences of a householder. He then enters the body of a king who is dead, experiences the physical pleasures and responsibilities, comes back to the debate and wins against Bharti. This episode is twisted by Doniger to imply that Adi Sankara, alongwith the king  had mated with hundreds of women  by turns and even experienced conjugal pleasures with the debater's wife Bharti. Blasphemy! The litany of such erroneous facts and sensational twists are available as a document in scribd for download. 

Besides, there are upending narratives that border on sexual fantasies about the pantheon of Hindu Gods and Goddesses -  which strike at the very roots of our sacred beliefs. For example, Ganesha, the Elephant God is assumed to have a trunk and an over-grown body in order to have oral sex.  Doniger even suggests an oedipal complex and possibilities of the unthinkable relationship between Parvathi and her son. Shiva is portrayed as an erotic ascetic, and tales of Anasuya and Shakuntala are sprinked with dosages of narratives usually found in the books of  sleaze. With all this utter nonsense, no wonder Wendy Doniger had met her match in an undeserving work, that was never intended to be read by Hindus by her own admission, in a defamatory suit filed by the plaintiff. The forum filed it invoking two powerful sections of the Indian Penal Code especially section 295A which invokes criminal liability when you write stuff that can insult relilgious sentiments. This section, even if purposively introduced by the British to protect Islam from being victimised by vagrant Hindus had unleashed unintended consequences that may check scurrilous writing masquerading as free speech. Some of the most learned legal experts in their commentary on the section opine that this was introduced by the British with a view to preserve the fabric of the society of a particular religion in its bare essentials, which if allowed to be insulted can lead to catastrophic consequences including the dissolution of the society of the said religion. 

I think Penguin has feared the invocation of this section more than the garble around free speech that can technically put it out of business when it recalled the book of Wendy Doniger to be pulped. This incident may not be the only one in a trend of growing pespectives that distort religion by either oversexualizing or overpoliticising the subject. In 1995, another professor, Jeffrey Kripal who was mentored by Wendy Doniger wrote a book "Kali's Child: The Mystical and the Erotic in the life and teachings of Ramakrishna". The book won awards in the US but was condemned by Hindus especially the Ramakrishna Monk order for suggesting erotic overtones in the life of revered Ramakrishna. Two monks of the said order - Swami Tyagananda and Pravrajika Vrajaprana have rebutted Kripal's insinuations most methodically in a book "Interpreting Ramakrishna: Kali's Child Revisited." published by Motilal Banarsidas. But that was published 15 years after the publication of Kripal's book. In case of Wendy's works she has been rightfully getting brickbats for her irresponsible and shoddy authorship. She once had eggs thrown at her at a conference even if her book was one of the five finalists for the National Book Critics Circle Prize in nonfiction (it did not win). 

It is evident that Wendy Doniger's book is ill-conceived, full of half-baked knowledge about how to interpret an ancient religion from the lens of a 21st century perspective, and grossly inappropriate, containing salicious interpretations of a religion that can never be exhaustively explained by either perspective or modernity. But Hinduism has always withstood the onslaught of time, the invasions of three fourths of mankind including the Greeks, the Ottomans, the Mughals, the British and now the many forces that are breaking up India. 

There is an opinion amongst the activists that there will be more likes of Wendy Doniger and Jeffrey Kripal as long as there is a dearth of native Hindus in religious studies departments outside India. In most academic departments studying the theological foundations of the great religions of the world, there is ample representation from Christians, Jews and Muslims to counter distortions of those traditions but Hinduism, it is averred, lacks protection. Except for scholars like TN Madan, Arvind Sharma, Vasudha Narayanan and now the fiercest of them all, Rajiv Malhotra, most misbegotten interpretations tend to be perpetuated unless outsiders come to the rescue or as in this case, the law has forced the hand of imbecile writers like Wendy to commit hara-kiri.

Second Part
Let's leave Wendy for the time being. I wonder what is happening to some of the renowned writers who are on the rolls of Penguin India to take up matters with them as if the heavens are falling and their brains are beaten out of bounds. Without picking on all of them, as I still respect some of them, I will pick only a few of them to highlight my points of view. Let me start with Arundhati Roy, the favorite pin-up girl of uncle Vinod Mehta who writes on everything from hydroelectric projects to the tribal displacement to leftist evangelism, who thinks she has the combined intellect of Noam Chomsky and Naomi Klein and can write better than both of them and also Ernest Hemingway. Her flip-flop on various issues makes her one of India's most over-rated intellectual with the exception of P Chidambaram! All she knows is to write verbosely, use high-falutin phrases, hyperbola most of them newly minted from the Sub-editor's desk and figments of imagination far removed from the world of Economics and Reality. If the centre-rightists have also listened to the gist of her epic essays by now, India would have been the poorest SAARC nation on earth by now. So much for development from Arundhati Roy, now what do we expect anything less from her on free speech and the attempt to sensationalize religion! I guess she wants Penguin to publish all books without fact-checking, without de-composing for authenticity, without editing - like her own essays. About Siddharth Varadarajan, the less said the better. Here is an ex-editor of "The Hindu" who has been kicked out of the paper for gross violation of financial and editorial responsibilities.

I would like all the authors who are rushing to drop out of Penguin's pedigree to think twice before taking an impulsive decision. A few unsolicited tips for them: One, please read Wendy Doniger's book in full and decide whether it is a worthy book to give company as a Penguin author. Two, understand that a Publisher is like a producer of a films: they have the choice of casting and hence a publisher will decide what to publish. An author will get his or her 10-15 per cent royalty and remain catalogued as long as the publisher gets a good night's sleep. No publisher feels comfortable with thoughts of vicarious and criminal liability sitting on their reserves. In case of Wendy Doniger's book, the petitioner moved court that required Penguin to demonstrate whether "it respects all religions worldwide." Clearly, the book's contents prove they don't. Thirdly, if you are prepared to walk out of Penguin, please remember there are options outside the world's largest publisher: you can go to  rivals like Harper Collins or Hatchette or Rupa (No, no, Rupa Publishers is next: They are raking it in with Wendy Doniger's book "On Hinduism") or better still, Self-publishing. But do not sensationalise more than what is unwarranted. Remember: even in films, actors like Amitabh Bachan or Salman Khan or Shah Rukh Khan or Aamir Khan have said "NO" when it comes to scenes that might upset millions of fans who know are not just watching a movie. Remember, when Star TV took a decision in circa 1990s to cut out every scene that shows explicit kissing or sexual intimacy, it was a decision taken in the interests of the culture of the largest TV country in the world where even a grown-up son doesn't touch his mother. When the decision was taken, nobody threw tantrums that,"We are quitting". Know when to fight, and know when to quit but if you don't know the difference between the two, stay calm and let the wind blow.

Third Part

It is important to understand there could be more than the eye why Penguin has taken a decision to withdraw a popular book in America. It is easy to say that this could be because of an upsurge in a Modi wave that Penguin fears might make it face greater trouble. There are more reasons than that and it could be pure economics at play here thats outside the reaches of the "Free Speech" experts.

One, Penguin India is a crucial wing of the Penguin Random House - which after the recent merger has become the world's biggest publishing combine. The company which owns Penguin Random House, Pearson plc is a phenomenal media giant that publishes, inter alia, the world's leading business newspaper "The Financial Times" besides an imprint which is exploding with opportunities in print everywhere, especially in South Asia. Pearson is also a leading academic publisher with growing interests in India, they are are closer to inching to the top spot in educational catalogues and worthy of meatier assignments in vernacular languages with academic boards and universities that design the curriculum. They cannot risk the millions of profits that can accrue if they stay in the reckoning in India for the sake of a reckless author's title. "Financial Times" is a moderate but intensely focused business newspaper that has been fighting to get a foothold in Indian newspaper industry for decades. They probably know that erring on the side of Wendy may bring more trouble from established centre-right newspapers like the Times of India (which publishes The Economic Times) and the Indian Express (which publishes The Financial Express). The numbers are too staggering for Penguin to lose sight of: 60% of the total market is the Education market, 42 million students in 50,000 private schools studying and learning English, schoolbook market of around Rs.3500 crores, with 343 public-funded universities, 15000 colleges. All this in a country where a third of the population is still illiterate and the 21 official languages excluding English makes for a dispersed education system and  book marketplace which no sane businessman publisher will let go of. Again, remember India's per capita annual spending on books is still low - about $1.50 compared with China's $3 and USA's $60 and UK's $58.

Two, in a market where 16,000 publishers exist, and Rs.70 billion of turnover is counted by the publication of 70,000 titles annually, India is the third biggest Engish-speaking market outside of the US and the UK. Too much at stake again for Penguin to turn a nelson's eye to the foibles of  one writer.

Three, Penguin's own imprint in India and its various incarnations  - Puffin, Penguin portfolio, Viking, etc. are all carrying interesting titles by Indian writers who are rooted in Indian traditions and values but breaking new ground in narratives about Indian epics and folk tales which form the bedrock of Hinduism. Gurucharan Das writes on Mahabharata's continuing relevance. Dr. Devdutt Pattanaik writes most profoundly on Indian mythology. Anita Nair writes the best-known tales of Hinduism for children. Sanjeev Sanyal writes on India's lesser known stories about history that defines today's geography. Bibek Debroy has just completed eighty per cent work of translating into English the most original version of the Mahabharata yet attempted by any scholar, vetted by the Bhandarkar Oriental Institute. Besides the above, a galaxy of writers like Arundhati Subramanyam, Makarand Paranjapee, Tirthankar Roy, Pankaj Mishra, VS Naipaul (who gives out inconsistent views on India),Mark Tully and authors like Ruskin Bond, RK Narayan who wrote on the Indian folk tales still form a huge backprint, whose genuine adherence to Indian values, culture, religious diversity and ethos cannot co-habit the work of a shallow writer of the kind that Wendy Doniger is. Put simply, Penguin cannot afford to have one writer who contradicts everything else that readers like of the books written by its other writers.I am sure these would have got  weighed in before Penguin took the decision to pulp her book. 

Four, the founder of Penguin paperbacks Allen Lane was once travelling to India for three months to see why Pelican books were selling more than  the Penguins in India. He travelled extensively by train, visiting kings and politicians, called on Nehru and admitted to the "pitiful conditions" endured by the great mass of Indians. He was surprised why Indian students don't buy enough of Penguin books. Reason: the Indian student was more interested in saving money to secure an education and "he was not inclined to waste his time on poor escapist literature, he wished to use his new knowledge to the full by reading such books as might make him fitted for a better job, a higher rank in the Civil service." The thought stayed with Allen Lane for a long time as he decided what books to publish in a poor country. I suspect somewhere, this is what may have prompted Penguin to publish a number of titles in basic English. Allen Lane also told someone that his travels in India had made him realize that "one of the greatest needs was for a book on Comparative Religion." I wonder if this was a tipping point for Penguin owners to realise they didn't want anything to upset a religious community or a section. 

Five, there is a difference between the books that were withdrawn of late and books that were banned in recent times and the book that is now withdrawn now. Amongst the books that were withdrawn, of late, most of the books except one are books about businessmen or politicians. "Red Sari" is about Sonia Gandhi. "Beautiful Forevers" has a chapter that unfolds the saga of the money-spinning educational group of Arindham Chaudhary. "The Descent of Air India" is about the role of politicians in running Air India to ground. A new book by Jaico Publishers seeks to unravel the mysteries of the Sahara Group, again banned before release. Years back, Hamish McDonald's book "The Polyster Prince" was withdrawn well before the release because of the all-pervading influence of Mukesh Ambani and his father late Dhirubhai Ambani. The book was sold on the streets of Mumbai and Bengaluru before its contents got incorporated in a bigger book "Ambani & Co." by the same author. Point is, these are books which are being withdrawn not because of fears of a backlash of public opinion or intolerance of Indians but due to the all-powerful influence of a few mighty businesspeople or empire-builders. This trend is definitely disturbing for those who want to find out the truth. They are, however, different from the books banned for religious reasons, say, "Satanic Verses" or books which were written without historical evidence but speculative imagination like say, "The Great Soul" the book about Mahatma Gandhi which was banned in Gujarat because the writer speculated on the homosexuality of the father of the nation. Please note that I am not against the ban of books which rip off the truths about the cookie that crumbled - a Sahara or a Reliance or an IIPM notwithstanding. But I certainly think books on religious matters need a different paradigm of scrutiny and evaluation of the wider repurcussions because it is a matter of faith. If you say that Ram's father is a sex-addict because he had three wives or that Jesus of Nazarath had intercourse with several women or Prophet Mohammed was a cunning businessman, I surely have a problem because one should respect all religions. In that sense, a publisher's job is to promote religious harmony, not promote one upmanship of one religion over another. Penguin is in that sense, mature and truest in its intentions of recalling  a folly that could sink a business empire built on decades of loyal readership world-wise.

Fourth Part
Where does this leave the debate on Hinduism being under a cloud due to mischievous writers casting aspersions and twisting tales to suit their or others' hidden agendas? Nothing happens. 

Hinduism has had a history of productive interaction with three other religious traditions that originally arrived here from abroad, and have had their own Indian histories, namely Christianity, Islam and Zoroastrianism. With the Portugese in India came the linkages between Christianity. With Islamic invasions from the Ottomans and the invasions of Nadir Shah, Islamic heritage and the Zoroastrian faith have also entered the Hindu consiousness. After four hundred years of the Moghal Rule and three hundred years of the British rule, Indian Hinduism has become entwined with the traditions followed by the other two great religions. You will find therefore, Sufi infuences on Indian music, symphonic melodies on Karnatik music and vedic chants in Medak Churches besides an inseparable interplay of architectural, economic and societal practices (will talk more on this later). India is also home to three other great religions of the world - Buddhism, Jainism and Sikhism. Understanding this is the crux of the greatness of the way of life that our heritage has given. 

Hinduism has also never ceased to change and grow and remains a world religion attempting to cope with the challenges of modernisation and secularization and of the diaspora. Anthropologists and sociologists, historians and scholars who are fascinated by the inclusive aspects of Hinduism  have wasted no time except for the likes of Wendy Doniger in understanding and unleashing a considerable body of published work on the models of empirically-grounded holistic description of a Hindu community. Successive reformers throughout history have been chipping away the undesirable elements that are holding back a nation on the move - Dalitisation, women stereotyping and untouchability and ushering in elements that helped Hinduism survive in its many avatars - life-cycle rituals, domestic and temple worship, seasonal festivals, pilgrimages, values of auspicousness and purity, world affirmation and renunciation, strategies of coping with life, death and suffering and the role of charishmatic precepters and the institutionalisation of religious activity, preservation of the tradition and innovation. 

By that count, most Hindus will be least interested in reading Wendy Doniger's book (and by her own confession as pointed at the outset) because a Hindu is just what a Hindu does - meaning all of the above activities in the previous para and are also unified by a set of metaphysical beliefs about god, nature and human beings that are distinctively Hindu. For all those who try to challenge these beliefs because of a lineage and tradition that is beyond just one holy book, as in the case of Hinduism, by distortions and over-analysis, Wendy Doniger's book withdrawal should serve a right dose. But even if it doesn't, it  matters an ant's ass for the Hindus. They will still build temples for monkey gods and elephant gods, they will still fast and stay up all night for the upcoming Mahasivarathri festival even if  worshipping a phallic symbol and they will still be religious about our faith. That is the right thing to do. But it is wrong thing to let this Pyrrhic victory of book withdrawal go into the credit of hard-liner, right-wing Hindus, RSS-style Hindus who are intolerant of other faiths. It is important to note that at a time, when most of the Western countries are witnessing an increase of nonbelievers - that number just doubled over the last decade to 15 per cent of the population - in India, the most prosperous and the and the poor are becoming "faithful" God-believers. What we should ensure, if we can is to ensure that secularism should mean equal distance between the state and all the various religions of Indian people and not by giving exemptions to one religion and partiality to one religion. 

The future of Hinduism is brighter than before and that holds good whether a bigot storms into power or not because the Hindus are tolerant, inclusive, and patient with the ingots of naughtiness that non-Hindus throw at them.

Lastly about free speech, I quote Nigel Warburton in response to what others say about allowing Wendy Doniger's book: In Ray Bradbury's dystopian "Fahrenheit 451", a novel in part inspired by the Nazi book burnings of the 1930s, the central character's job is destroying books. The title refers to the temperature at which paper combusts. Getting rid of awkward thoughts simplifies life - in this imagined future anything that could interfere with mindless happiness is incinerate; anything that anyone finds offensive ends up in ashes. In the end the people are scarcely aware that they have lost anything. That is another possible future." Yes, that is a possible future but reserve it for those that lampoon your faith not otherwise. But if Penguin had actually not withdrawn the book even that would have been alright for the Hindus because it wouldn't have got read anyways. As someone says, "even B-grade authors should be published because how else will you know they are B-grade?".


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 




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