Let us say that you have a house with a beautiful garden, and you look after it nicely. Then you see a television set advertised and, if you have the money, you will buy it. You will keep buying more and more things and adding them to what you already possess and, yet, you will not be satisfied; you will want something more. You will want to be happy, you will want to be peaceful, you will want to be loved. As your wife or husband doesn't love you, you will turn to the priest, to God, or you will give your love to somebody else; but even then you will not be satisfied, and you will keep going on and on in this way.
Now, have you ever asked yourself if there is such a thing as being satisfied? Whatever you have, you always want something more. If you are the big man in your town, you want to be the Prime Minister of the whole country, and so on. You are everlastingly accumulating, climbing the ladder of success. At the end of it all, there is death; and you want, hope, there will be something even after you die. You never question and find out if there is an end to wanting. One must have food, clothing and shelter - that is understood. But why should one have the desire to be well-known, to see one's picture in the newspapers, to be famous as a marvelous artist, a great thinker, or a self-sacrificing social worker? You never ask that question, do you? If you find out for yourself why this craving gnaws at your heart night and day, you will also discover that you can go beyond it - not in ideas, not in imagination, not lost in some cloud away from yourself, but factually. Then you will also find that you can live happily in this mad, stupid world with a few essential things, being neither satisfied nor dissatisfied but tremendously alive; and from that will come the discovery of something much greater, something far beyond all this wanting and not-wanting.
- JK
Friday, July 31, 2009
RGB
Idea.
A trilogy of films: Red, Green, Blue. No, not Red, White, Blue trilogy. This is a set of documentary films exploring the natural core of India. The Red documents the deserts, barren lands, festivals, rituals, fire, death, love, anger and onwards. The Green documents trees, our environment, its beauty, its expanse, meditation, dot dot dot. The Blue documents lakes, rivers, oceans, skies, clouds, peace, serenity, openness, oneness. The films are mostly silent accompanied by music - Reich-esque music, could be local, of their place, of them, by them, around them. Three views of a secret.
A trilogy of films: Red, Green, Blue. No, not Red, White, Blue trilogy. This is a set of documentary films exploring the natural core of India. The Red documents the deserts, barren lands, festivals, rituals, fire, death, love, anger and onwards. The Green documents trees, our environment, its beauty, its expanse, meditation, dot dot dot. The Blue documents lakes, rivers, oceans, skies, clouds, peace, serenity, openness, oneness. The films are mostly silent accompanied by music - Reich-esque music, could be local, of their place, of them, by them, around them. Three views of a secret.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Yesterday
A good day, a lot of learning spiritually and artistically. Spiritually, I began reading The Mother's Vision (Selections from Questions and Answers) and A Timeless Spring (by J. Krishnamurti). JK's thoughts on Varanasi are so beautifully expressed. Its inspiring to see this simplicity. It really helps connect. And get closer to the core... the hinterlands of the heart if I can call it that. Artistically, I downloaded a lot of music today. The new Depeche Mode "Sounds of the universe", the new Tori Amos "Abnormally attracted to sin", the new Harvey/Parish "A Woman, A Man walked by" and the new IAMX "Kingdom of welcome addiction". Also I began discovering the vast catalogue of Steve Reich and John Surman. There is so much out there. ECM is just fantastic.
You know, one of the strange things is that though India is a very sad country, there is always a smile. The poor smile. They are starving, downtrodden, the have no happiness, they are perpetually working and, yet, as you go by the street, especially in the countryside, they smile at you. This happens nowhere else in the world. This is the miracle of this country.
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There is something curiously pleasant to walk, alone, along a path, deep in the country...
J. Krishnamurthi (JK)
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There is something curiously pleasant to walk, alone, along a path, deep in the country...
J. Krishnamurthi (JK)
In pursuit of...
...all things material, trivial and temporary. A want for all these things in unison. Happiness through the pursuit of the physical. This is what the state of things is. Never really finding the synthetic fabric of the real self. Never giving up want for money, constant money, regular revenue... never understanding the fallacy of this type of an equation. An equilibrium sought through the methodical and regular want for self-promotion. A vain and disappointing attempt at wanting to feel superior. Superior, how? Through the acquisition of things, by talking down at people, by appearing in glossy magazines. A very poor realisation of the real self, indeed. Sad. But this is what the state of things is. Never finding the real synthetic of the self but only being a fabrication of it.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Four Days
22/7
"What is Auroville"
7am. The day began terribly. Bijoy and me were supposed to go to this screening of "Doshi" in Auroville together. But over the last few days, I have noticed he has changed a lot and there seems to be a lot of distance growing between us. After 4 months of working on the film in Kerala, he has not even asked about it, leave alone see it. Instead he has time to go watch HANGOVER and leave the responsibility of dropping Anjal and Sid back home at night onto me. Anyway, if I had a greater sense of myself and an understanding of the trivialities of these experiences, I would have looked above it and forgotten about it. But I am still walking towards that path. I have not reached the beginning of it yet but I can see it. And after this trip my mind will open a little more to accept that I have been touched by the hand of a divine being. It feels great. Anyway, getting back to the morning I called him and said I would prefer to go on my own in my car and, as I had expected, he lost his head and asked me to go alone. Well. I didnt realise this decision would help me find something magical later on. I decided to go alone. And what a drive. I enjoyed every minute of it. I have a newfound love for Tamil Nadu. The road from Krishnagiri to Pondicherry was quite breathtaking. Like photos from an old torn book on a lost hinterland in Tamil Nadu. If only the book would be accompanied by a CD containing the lost film music. Gorgeous trees, lovely browns and greens. Beautiful local people, the colour of their skin. All very visceral. I felt I was now in a place called Etherea. On reaching Pondi, I realised after speaking to Lalit in Auroville that I had gone on too far so I drive back and was on my way to Auroville. I frequently wrote this place off as some uber-cool hangout for the spiritual wannabes of Europe. When I entered Auroville, I realised I thought right. I didnt get a great vibe in the beginning. I went to the guesthouse and it was deserted. Lalit told me to meet him at the auditorium at 6:30. I reached a little earlier. The path was kucha, trees everywhere. Suddenly I saw the Matrimandir, the iconic circular-shaped meditation centre right in the middle of Auroville. There seems to be a whole new world operating here. A world cut off from the superficiality and materialism of the outside world. A city of friends. How cool. The auditorium was nice, lovely energies. The film looked and sounded cool. No bad cables, no inefficient sound chaps. It was all pucca. At around 6:45 the crowds started filling in. I met Lalit, lovely chap, no flowery "hi, how are you sir, its a pleasure to have you on this eventful day" garbage. To the point. I like that. The audi was full. The film began. Went off really well, lots of laughs and everyone really seemed to enjoy Mr. D's warm personality. They all connected. As it got over, Doshi hadn't arrived yet so the Q&A began with me. Great response. They asked me what was my inspiration, what was the secret of capturing the uncurtained personality of Doshi on camera etc. Doshi then arrived and the applause was overwhelming. Then the discussion progressed to the masterplan of Auroville, which is now Doshi's responsibility after being invited to join the Auroville board of governers. After the film I had a few nice conversations. Mita, one of the Aurovillians who has been here for 13 years, told me how lovely the "portrait" on Doshi was. We spoke for a bit. She has a lovely energy to her. Especially liked her Erykah Badu-esque headgear. And her lovely accent too. She introduced me to a chap who is responsible for the green belt, an oriental chap who didn't wear a shirt to the screening. That itself speaks volumes. No? I got her number and she also invited me to her office the next day for a chat. I was very curious to see what she does. Lalit then asked me to come by to the Centre guesthouse for dinner. Mita showed me the way there. There were a few others and we all chatted. I felt quite at home, there was no frivolous talk. I learnt about the alternative schools (the "vandi" school - a mobile school in a bus that Lalit's wife talked about sounded rather interesting), the thoughts and the soul of Auroville. Very inspiring to see this kind of a settlement.
23/7
"Listen"
Woke up, decided to call Mita. Switched off. How disappointing. I accepted the possibility of not meeting her. As I was getting set to head to the beach, she called. After a round of confusing directions, and a few wasted miles, I finally found the lovely blue and white house. She showed me her space. Apparently, she specialises in the development of the ear, after having researched the Tomatis method. Her work is mainly focussed on increasing the potential of the ear. She told me about an autistic boy who she has had a lot of success with. She also suggested we work on a set of portraits about people living in Auroville. A nice idea and I bet I would learn so much from such an experience. Hope its in the plan for me. Its amazing to see people like her. It makes me realise how petty my life is and how little I am doing for the community. The best part about Auroville is the community involvement. Since, its a small community of like-minded people, it makes more sense to work towards the betterment of it rather than being in a housing society flooded with families worried only about their own betterment and their next fully-loaded car. She gave me an article she wrote on Auroville back in 2000 and a little leaflet about the Tomatis method. I headed to the beach, hung around there for a bit and then headed to Tiruvannamalai. On reaching TVmalai, I couldnt find a place to stay. And then suddenly, like a gift from God I found Arpanaa. A lovely hotel facing the sacred mountain. Very comfortable, very posh, quite expensive too. I decided to stay in for the day as I was quite tired. So far so good.
24/7
"Starring Shanmugham"
I tried to wake up early. No such luck. But everything was working in a pattern. My grid says I was meant to meet a certain Shanmugham around 9ish. As I stepped out of the hotel, everything just clicked. His auto stopped right in front of me and we just connected. I wanted to visit the main temple. I wasn't aware how much I was going to experience. He took me to the temple but since it was crowded he went into a small lane and we stopped in front of Yogi Ram Suratkumar's house. A "God-child" from Tiruvanamalai. One word. Wow. I entered the house and it was filled with all his paraphernalia, from Charminar cigarette packs, to old clothes, to blessing lines on the walls, to all sorts of photos of him. It was all quite beautiful. I didnt feel like leaving. And there was a caretaker who looks after everything, lights the lamp, keeps the chanting of his name playing 24/7. He was a beggar who lived off leftovers and was constantly stoned by civilians. A very interesting story for film. And its not really been documented. Wow. How many opportunities at every corner. Which one do I grab? I really liked Yogi Ram Suratkumars energy. We then went to his ashram. Large sprawling auditorium with a shrine for him and many women chanting his name repeatedly. How bizarre. We also visited the really cool Ramana Maharshi's ashram. The photographs of him were really breathtaking. Its totally out there, this place. I am so fortunate to see all this. And all along Shanmugham was with me talking to me in English, Hindi, Malayalam and Tamil and if I knew Kannada and Telegu, he would speak those too. After a healthy vegetarian lunch at Anbu Mess, we went to see this Swami who lives about 15 km from TVMalai. He was asleep. We waited. Finally when he woke up and we were invited inside. I didn't get a great vibe from him as he asked me for money and I dont know something didn't seem right. There were a couple of families there too, everyone touching his feet asking for the Swami to pray for their daughters marriage, for their son to be successful in IAS etc. I found all this quite boring really. Anyway, that's that. We also went to another Swami's house but he passed away few years back so there was only a caretaker who looked like JP's mom and a little doggie called Kumar. :) Shanmugham dropped me off at the hotel by about 5. Oh, I almost forget. Before that he took me to his nephews little shop. Ramesh arts. He does paintings of filmstars, those classic ones of Rajni and Kamal. And ofcourse Vijai, Vijaykanth, Ajith and Vikram. He was telling me how he has lost a lot of business because of the digital revolution. I asked him to make a painting of Sid and gave him the passport-size photo I had in my wallet. He loved his face. What lovely people. I told him I will come by later to his shop to hang out. After taking a nap, at around 8:30 I came back to Ramesh arts and hung out with Ramesh and his friends. We spoke of art and how Ramesh wanted to call the painting "Sweet boy". The painting looked gorgeous. Amazing sense of detail. I cant wait for Mum to see this. I will gift it to her to keep at home. And oh, I forgot to mention I bought one of those mini xylophones from a shop in Auroville. A gift for Bijoy's office. I think that instrument has a lot of good energies. Wow, this has been a great trip so far.
25/7
"Panchabhoothi at Shankarapuram"
Shanmugham landed up at 9. On the dot. He took me for breakfast to a fantastic little place. The idli/vada was outstanding. And a choice of three chutneys. Heaven. I wanted to visit Yogi Ram Suratkumar's house again so went there and hung out for a while. I took some more photos. Felt more at home today. We then headed to Shankarapuram, the place that has the famous Panchabhoothi, 5 points of Shiva's presence. Shanmugham was driving my car. Insane driving! The landscape out there, 40kms from TVMalai was gorgeous. Rocks, trees, herds of cows, and very few people. Really out there in the hinterland. I felt off the earth as I walked barefoot in these temples almost burning my feet from the scorching heat. But it felt great going to these small temples. We went to pick up Hariharan, a pujari, from his house and he took us to all these spots. Each of these temples had interesting pujari's. The young lad who looked like he could be the next Tamil superstar, the pot-bellied pujari with the rather peaceful face and hair tied in a bun (not to forget him, Shanmugham and Hari busy tying the massive garlands on my cars bonnet), the strangely psyched out swami with the reverberating singing voice accompanied by the mechanical drums. All characters for film. All shot, all documented. Ready to go and be part of "This is a documentary of my life". After visiting these five temples, we headed back and after waiting for almost half an hour got some lovely food to eat at Anbu mess. Then Shanmugham took me to his house where he took the garlands and tied them on the bamboo out on the porch of his very humble home and beautiful children Poornima, Gauri and Ramkumar. Santosh Kumar wasn't there so I didnt meet him. Took some photos of the street kids. Then we went to Ramesh's house and he came back with us to his shop and showed me the painting. Framed in the classic ornate golden frame, it looked beautiful because I am now able to see beyond the so-called gaudy aesthetic of the frame and into the heart of love, of a painting made with real love. He also made a black and white sketch as an extra to keep on top of the TV, as he recommends. I hugged them and thanked them for their work and gave them 1300 Rs. I know its not much, I should have given them more. I will. When the time is right and when my hands begin to really live. Then. Wished goodbye to Shanmugham and Ramkumar and I headed back on the long drive back to a world where I dont belong.
"What is Auroville"
7am. The day began terribly. Bijoy and me were supposed to go to this screening of "Doshi" in Auroville together. But over the last few days, I have noticed he has changed a lot and there seems to be a lot of distance growing between us. After 4 months of working on the film in Kerala, he has not even asked about it, leave alone see it. Instead he has time to go watch HANGOVER and leave the responsibility of dropping Anjal and Sid back home at night onto me. Anyway, if I had a greater sense of myself and an understanding of the trivialities of these experiences, I would have looked above it and forgotten about it. But I am still walking towards that path. I have not reached the beginning of it yet but I can see it. And after this trip my mind will open a little more to accept that I have been touched by the hand of a divine being. It feels great. Anyway, getting back to the morning I called him and said I would prefer to go on my own in my car and, as I had expected, he lost his head and asked me to go alone. Well. I didnt realise this decision would help me find something magical later on. I decided to go alone. And what a drive. I enjoyed every minute of it. I have a newfound love for Tamil Nadu. The road from Krishnagiri to Pondicherry was quite breathtaking. Like photos from an old torn book on a lost hinterland in Tamil Nadu. If only the book would be accompanied by a CD containing the lost film music. Gorgeous trees, lovely browns and greens. Beautiful local people, the colour of their skin. All very visceral. I felt I was now in a place called Etherea. On reaching Pondi, I realised after speaking to Lalit in Auroville that I had gone on too far so I drive back and was on my way to Auroville. I frequently wrote this place off as some uber-cool hangout for the spiritual wannabes of Europe. When I entered Auroville, I realised I thought right. I didnt get a great vibe in the beginning. I went to the guesthouse and it was deserted. Lalit told me to meet him at the auditorium at 6:30. I reached a little earlier. The path was kucha, trees everywhere. Suddenly I saw the Matrimandir, the iconic circular-shaped meditation centre right in the middle of Auroville. There seems to be a whole new world operating here. A world cut off from the superficiality and materialism of the outside world. A city of friends. How cool. The auditorium was nice, lovely energies. The film looked and sounded cool. No bad cables, no inefficient sound chaps. It was all pucca. At around 6:45 the crowds started filling in. I met Lalit, lovely chap, no flowery "hi, how are you sir, its a pleasure to have you on this eventful day" garbage. To the point. I like that. The audi was full. The film began. Went off really well, lots of laughs and everyone really seemed to enjoy Mr. D's warm personality. They all connected. As it got over, Doshi hadn't arrived yet so the Q&A began with me. Great response. They asked me what was my inspiration, what was the secret of capturing the uncurtained personality of Doshi on camera etc. Doshi then arrived and the applause was overwhelming. Then the discussion progressed to the masterplan of Auroville, which is now Doshi's responsibility after being invited to join the Auroville board of governers. After the film I had a few nice conversations. Mita, one of the Aurovillians who has been here for 13 years, told me how lovely the "portrait" on Doshi was. We spoke for a bit. She has a lovely energy to her. Especially liked her Erykah Badu-esque headgear. And her lovely accent too. She introduced me to a chap who is responsible for the green belt, an oriental chap who didn't wear a shirt to the screening. That itself speaks volumes. No? I got her number and she also invited me to her office the next day for a chat. I was very curious to see what she does. Lalit then asked me to come by to the Centre guesthouse for dinner. Mita showed me the way there. There were a few others and we all chatted. I felt quite at home, there was no frivolous talk. I learnt about the alternative schools (the "vandi" school - a mobile school in a bus that Lalit's wife talked about sounded rather interesting), the thoughts and the soul of Auroville. Very inspiring to see this kind of a settlement.
23/7
"Listen"
Woke up, decided to call Mita. Switched off. How disappointing. I accepted the possibility of not meeting her. As I was getting set to head to the beach, she called. After a round of confusing directions, and a few wasted miles, I finally found the lovely blue and white house. She showed me her space. Apparently, she specialises in the development of the ear, after having researched the Tomatis method. Her work is mainly focussed on increasing the potential of the ear. She told me about an autistic boy who she has had a lot of success with. She also suggested we work on a set of portraits about people living in Auroville. A nice idea and I bet I would learn so much from such an experience. Hope its in the plan for me. Its amazing to see people like her. It makes me realise how petty my life is and how little I am doing for the community. The best part about Auroville is the community involvement. Since, its a small community of like-minded people, it makes more sense to work towards the betterment of it rather than being in a housing society flooded with families worried only about their own betterment and their next fully-loaded car. She gave me an article she wrote on Auroville back in 2000 and a little leaflet about the Tomatis method. I headed to the beach, hung around there for a bit and then headed to Tiruvannamalai. On reaching TVmalai, I couldnt find a place to stay. And then suddenly, like a gift from God I found Arpanaa. A lovely hotel facing the sacred mountain. Very comfortable, very posh, quite expensive too. I decided to stay in for the day as I was quite tired. So far so good.
24/7
"Starring Shanmugham"
I tried to wake up early. No such luck. But everything was working in a pattern. My grid says I was meant to meet a certain Shanmugham around 9ish. As I stepped out of the hotel, everything just clicked. His auto stopped right in front of me and we just connected. I wanted to visit the main temple. I wasn't aware how much I was going to experience. He took me to the temple but since it was crowded he went into a small lane and we stopped in front of Yogi Ram Suratkumar's house. A "God-child" from Tiruvanamalai. One word. Wow. I entered the house and it was filled with all his paraphernalia, from Charminar cigarette packs, to old clothes, to blessing lines on the walls, to all sorts of photos of him. It was all quite beautiful. I didnt feel like leaving. And there was a caretaker who looks after everything, lights the lamp, keeps the chanting of his name playing 24/7. He was a beggar who lived off leftovers and was constantly stoned by civilians. A very interesting story for film. And its not really been documented. Wow. How many opportunities at every corner. Which one do I grab? I really liked Yogi Ram Suratkumars energy. We then went to his ashram. Large sprawling auditorium with a shrine for him and many women chanting his name repeatedly. How bizarre. We also visited the really cool Ramana Maharshi's ashram. The photographs of him were really breathtaking. Its totally out there, this place. I am so fortunate to see all this. And all along Shanmugham was with me talking to me in English, Hindi, Malayalam and Tamil and if I knew Kannada and Telegu, he would speak those too. After a healthy vegetarian lunch at Anbu Mess, we went to see this Swami who lives about 15 km from TVMalai. He was asleep. We waited. Finally when he woke up and we were invited inside. I didn't get a great vibe from him as he asked me for money and I dont know something didn't seem right. There were a couple of families there too, everyone touching his feet asking for the Swami to pray for their daughters marriage, for their son to be successful in IAS etc. I found all this quite boring really. Anyway, that's that. We also went to another Swami's house but he passed away few years back so there was only a caretaker who looked like JP's mom and a little doggie called Kumar. :) Shanmugham dropped me off at the hotel by about 5. Oh, I almost forget. Before that he took me to his nephews little shop. Ramesh arts. He does paintings of filmstars, those classic ones of Rajni and Kamal. And ofcourse Vijai, Vijaykanth, Ajith and Vikram. He was telling me how he has lost a lot of business because of the digital revolution. I asked him to make a painting of Sid and gave him the passport-size photo I had in my wallet. He loved his face. What lovely people. I told him I will come by later to his shop to hang out. After taking a nap, at around 8:30 I came back to Ramesh arts and hung out with Ramesh and his friends. We spoke of art and how Ramesh wanted to call the painting "Sweet boy". The painting looked gorgeous. Amazing sense of detail. I cant wait for Mum to see this. I will gift it to her to keep at home. And oh, I forgot to mention I bought one of those mini xylophones from a shop in Auroville. A gift for Bijoy's office. I think that instrument has a lot of good energies. Wow, this has been a great trip so far.
25/7
"Panchabhoothi at Shankarapuram"
Shanmugham landed up at 9. On the dot. He took me for breakfast to a fantastic little place. The idli/vada was outstanding. And a choice of three chutneys. Heaven. I wanted to visit Yogi Ram Suratkumar's house again so went there and hung out for a while. I took some more photos. Felt more at home today. We then headed to Shankarapuram, the place that has the famous Panchabhoothi, 5 points of Shiva's presence. Shanmugham was driving my car. Insane driving! The landscape out there, 40kms from TVMalai was gorgeous. Rocks, trees, herds of cows, and very few people. Really out there in the hinterland. I felt off the earth as I walked barefoot in these temples almost burning my feet from the scorching heat. But it felt great going to these small temples. We went to pick up Hariharan, a pujari, from his house and he took us to all these spots. Each of these temples had interesting pujari's. The young lad who looked like he could be the next Tamil superstar, the pot-bellied pujari with the rather peaceful face and hair tied in a bun (not to forget him, Shanmugham and Hari busy tying the massive garlands on my cars bonnet), the strangely psyched out swami with the reverberating singing voice accompanied by the mechanical drums. All characters for film. All shot, all documented. Ready to go and be part of "This is a documentary of my life". After visiting these five temples, we headed back and after waiting for almost half an hour got some lovely food to eat at Anbu mess. Then Shanmugham took me to his house where he took the garlands and tied them on the bamboo out on the porch of his very humble home and beautiful children Poornima, Gauri and Ramkumar. Santosh Kumar wasn't there so I didnt meet him. Took some photos of the street kids. Then we went to Ramesh's house and he came back with us to his shop and showed me the painting. Framed in the classic ornate golden frame, it looked beautiful because I am now able to see beyond the so-called gaudy aesthetic of the frame and into the heart of love, of a painting made with real love. He also made a black and white sketch as an extra to keep on top of the TV, as he recommends. I hugged them and thanked them for their work and gave them 1300 Rs. I know its not much, I should have given them more. I will. When the time is right and when my hands begin to really live. Then. Wished goodbye to Shanmugham and Ramkumar and I headed back on the long drive back to a world where I dont belong.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
The Stupid, The Proud
The stupid, the proud waltzing in the sparkle of their brand new red car
A bold new drive
Look into the camera, make a face that makes you feel like King
You are no oracle, all you are is 9 to 5
Struck by twilight with tubetop barbiedolls clenched in the fist of your left hand
Right hand holding the one hundred thousand diamond studded cellophane-clad cellphone
Make a call, act interested, ask questions, keep talking, never listen cos its not your concern
Hypocrite, grow up, this is not you, do you realise how superficial you are?
Look deep into the heart of a country that you never knew existed
Grow up, there is life around you much more valuable than your pinky swear.
A bold new drive
Look into the camera, make a face that makes you feel like King
You are no oracle, all you are is 9 to 5
Struck by twilight with tubetop barbiedolls clenched in the fist of your left hand
Right hand holding the one hundred thousand diamond studded cellophane-clad cellphone
Make a call, act interested, ask questions, keep talking, never listen cos its not your concern
Hypocrite, grow up, this is not you, do you realise how superficial you are?
Look deep into the heart of a country that you never knew existed
Grow up, there is life around you much more valuable than your pinky swear.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
atime&aplace
Excerpt from the message on the DVD package -
"In order to understand Kerala and its diverse culture, I was asked to make a film. I stayed in Kerala from March to July and over 4 months shot over 35 hours of very diverse and exciting footage from the ritual dance of man’s transformation to God to the orchestra of five instruments, from the communist toddy-tapper to the rather philosophical floating man. There was no script, no screenplay, no storyboard. Only a mind open to receive, accept and learn, a camera and a few hundred tapes. In the process I was exposed to a land with a rich culture, real people leading real lives and a landscape very close to my heart. In the end, what I have is 9 short films from the heart of Kerala. I hope the films will communicate a sense of place and more importantly a sense of realism that is rare in these fast-changing, materialistic times.
This film is for my friend Gigi, without whose help none of this would have been possible."
"In order to understand Kerala and its diverse culture, I was asked to make a film. I stayed in Kerala from March to July and over 4 months shot over 35 hours of very diverse and exciting footage from the ritual dance of man’s transformation to God to the orchestra of five instruments, from the communist toddy-tapper to the rather philosophical floating man. There was no script, no screenplay, no storyboard. Only a mind open to receive, accept and learn, a camera and a few hundred tapes. In the process I was exposed to a land with a rich culture, real people leading real lives and a landscape very close to my heart. In the end, what I have is 9 short films from the heart of Kerala. I hope the films will communicate a sense of place and more importantly a sense of realism that is rare in these fast-changing, materialistic times.
This film is for my friend Gigi, without whose help none of this would have been possible."
Feel
God has given me a red ribbon to tie around my neck. Only I can see it. I have a piece of silver in my hand. From the heart of the Hinterland. A gift. A sign. A message, not in pixels. No words. Said to me in a language I can only hear, not read, write, speak. A thought beyond words. The warmth in my palm adds lines. A future that lasts only a minute. Now is all I have. And I am moving forward, step by step.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Oh, I almost forgot. Just before I left Wayanad, Jiji and me spoke about the film on the aging artist and his trees. We have decided to use our friend, the world-famous artist from Paris, Mohan Kumar to play the protagonist. The film will be called "If?" God bless us. And our ideas.
Full options
Today I had to go to renew my insurance and as I was sitting there in the car showroom, I was given a glimpse into the materialistic mindset of the middle-class Indian family. Their discussions were mainly about whether they need a CD changer, if so how many CD's, on how they prefer the Vista to the old Indica. They were dropping all sorts of brand names and then it suddenly struck me that I was, when I was Dubai, a willing contributor to this rather bleak world of branding. It sad that these are the things that make people happy today. At 33, I have been gifted with a little insight into another world, a world that very few of us will ever experience, a simpler world, a world where friends are really friends and not facebook friends, a world where I really belong. I cant wait to leave the city. Cant wait. I hope Hinterland clicks.
Monday, July 6, 2009
NGO Type 2
I would say a majority of NGO's today focus on the problems and exploitations of the marginalized. Right? Are we forgetting the elephant in the room? What are the majority of 10-22 year olds learning today? Isn't television a religion? And what do you have on television? Are they really exposed to life or to living? Are we forgetting to talk to them? I think so. This is a major problem. A major social disaster. There is a lot to be learnt from the grassroots. We need a sort of revival of the grassroots. Centre-stage, lights, camera, action. This is what needs to be focussed on. Their lives, their stories, their experiences. Beyond all this their happiness needs to be in the spotlight. Not f-kin Kambakht Ishq, not the latest developments in hair-treatment, not Paris Hilton. No no no, nein no not!
Tree & Me
A series of films of one man and his love for trees. As he visits the trees in his 60-acre land every morning, he speaks to them. They reply. They talk to him, they are very friendly and they speak of the state of things, about themselves, the rain, the animals, the soil, God, friendship and food. Everyday he learns something new about them, everyday they learn something new about him. His only real friends are his trees. They love him dearly and swear to never leave!
Sunday, July 5, 2009
So?
What are kids taught in school today? Isn’t there an alternative to academia, if not for 12 years, atleast for one month?
Television, our nations serial killer. School-kids today are exposed to a very jaded Western world, a facebook-world of pixels lacking any sense of real experience. Do they know how majority of India lives? Do they know how happy this majority is? Yes, happy. The urban mindset is the one that needs to mature. This kind of convergence will help in bringing together two people who couldn’t be more different from one another - the city boy who gets entertainment from Dhoom 2 and the tea-pickers son who runs in the fields barefoot, unafraid, happy. And they will get along because everything will be a surprise, there is almost no common ground.
Television, our nations serial killer. School-kids today are exposed to a very jaded Western world, a facebook-world of pixels lacking any sense of real experience. Do they know how majority of India lives? Do they know how happy this majority is? Yes, happy. The urban mindset is the one that needs to mature. This kind of convergence will help in bringing together two people who couldn’t be more different from one another - the city boy who gets entertainment from Dhoom 2 and the tea-pickers son who runs in the fields barefoot, unafraid, happy. And they will get along because everything will be a surprise, there is almost no common ground.
Paper-weight
The concept begins here.
The line is drawn, the block is fixed. The words need ink be-cos the world is in the sink
the water falls, the roof is clean and the weight of the concept is on the drawing board.
The line is drawn, the block is fixed. The words need ink be-cos the world is in the sink
the water falls, the roof is clean and the weight of the concept is on the drawing board.
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