The Motorcycle Diaries – Book & Motion Picture

November 29, 2009 Leave a comment

Let the world change you…And you can change the world… 

The Motorcycle Diaries is a book that traces the early travels of Marxist revolutionary Ernesto ‘Che’ Guevara, then a 23-year-old medical student, and his friend Alberto Granado, a 29-year-old biochemist. Guevara and Alberto set out for travelling 8,000 kilometres across Latin America on an old 500cc Norton motorcycle. During the journey he is transformed by witnessing the social injustices of exploited mine workers, persecuted communists, ostracized lepers, and the tattered descendants of a once-great Incan civilization. The book ends with a declaration by Guevara, originally born into an upper middle class family, displaying his willingness to fight and die for the cause of the poor, and his dream of seeing a united Latin America.

Walter Salles does a good job in making the script to a movie covering Argentina, Chile, Peru, Colombia and Venezuela. It’s appealing to see how Ernesto “Fuser” and his older friend Alberto set out their journey in old Norton 500. The book doesn’t explain in detail the scenic beauty of Latin America, however the movie is visually striking. At the end of the movie Fuser flies back to Argentina and the following quote appears: This is not a tale of impressive deeds, is a piece of two lives taken at the moment when they were cruising together along a given path, with identity of aspiration and conjunction of dreams…Was our vision too narrow, too parallel, too rushed?…Were our conclusions too rigid?…Maybe…But the aimless roaming through our America changed me more than I thought… I am not myself anymore… At least I am not the same inside!

8000Km journey in a single cylinder motorbike and gravel road in 1950s…Both Fuser and Alberto falls down from Norton several times…., It reminded me bumping my pulsar to a sign board on the way to Nandi hills….Huh!, I couldnt even climb Nandhi hill yet with a Bajaj Pulsar!!

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Frida – A Biopic

November 29, 2009 Leave a comment

– Picture- A self portrait of Frida kahlo and Salma Hayek in Film

Frida is a biopic of a vibrant Mexican painter Frida Kahlo. Kahlo, a medical student, met with an accident at a young age, and was plagued by relapses of extreme pain thru her entire life. After the accident, Kahlo turned her attention away from the study of medicine to begin a full-time painting career.  Kahlo once said, “I paint myself because I am often alone and I am the subject I know best.” Drawing on personal experiences, including her marriage, her miscarriages, and her numerous operations, Kahlo’s works often are characterized by their stark portrayals of pain. Of her 143 paintings, 55 are self-portraits which often incorporate symbolic portrayals of physical and psychological wounds. She insisted, “I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.” Kahlo was influenced by indigenous Mexican culture, which is apparent in her use of bright colors and dramatic symbolism. She frequently included the symbolic monkey. In Mexican mythology, monkeys are symbols of lust, but Kahlo portrayed them as tender and protective symbols. Christian and Jewish themes are often depicted in her work.

Salma Hayek does a great job portraying Frida Kahlo. The film is visually stunning, the colors and ambience is simply great. The movie itself is a great work of art about an artist!

Check out Frida Kahlo paintings here:

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My Story – Kamala Das

November 24, 2009 Leave a comment

Today I enjoyed reading Kamala Das’s outspoken and controversial autobiography. Born in 1934 in Kerala, Kamala Das was the author of several novels, collections of poetry and short stories in English as well as Malayalam in which she wrote as Madhavikutty. Nominated in 1984 for the Nobel Prize for literature and winner of several literary prizes in India, she drew admirers and critics in equal measure, especially when it came to the way in which she chose to live her life(arranged married to stragner, brutally raped by husband at a young age, having several affairs, converted herself to islam during old age, started a political party, contested for elections..huh!), with a fearless disregard for mindless convention and sheer courage of conviction. She died in May 2009, she left behind a body of writing that will continue to inspire and move generations of readers in the future. Some of the lines from her book My Story.. 

When I asked for love, not knowing what else to ask…For, he drew a youth of sixteen into the…Bedroom and closed the door. He did not beat me…But my sad woman-body felt so beaten…The weight of my breast and womb crushed me. I shrank…

Wipeout the paints, unmould the clay…Let nothing remain of that yesterday… 

Madness is a country…Just around the corner…Whose shores are never lit…But if you go there…ferried by despair…The sentries would ask you to strip…At first the clothes, then the flesh…And later ofcourse your bones… 

What is the drink but the April sun, squeezed like an orrange in my glass?…I sip the fire, I drink and drink…Again I am drunk…Yes but gold of Suns…What noble Venom now flows through my Veins… 

When I sleep, the outside world crumbles, all contacts broken, So in the longer sleeps Only the World shall die,…and I… Remain, Just bieing and also being a Remaining….

The essence of the writer eludes the non-writer. Finally, when the muscles of the mind have picked up enough power to read people’s secret thoughts, the writer shies away from the invisible hostility…

Perharps I shall die soon. The jewellery I adorn my body with, in order to look like a bird awaiting her lover, shall survive me. The books I have colleced, the bronze idols I have worshipped with flowers and all the trinkets stored in my lifetime shall endure, but not I….

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Anne Frank: Book & Mini-Series

November 23, 2009 Leave a comment

Anne Frank: The diary of a young girl (Book)

The Diary of a Young Girl is a book based on a diary written by Anne Frank while she was in hiding for two years with her family during the Nazi occupation of the Netherlands. The family was apprehended in 1944 and Anne Frank ultimately died of typhus in the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp. After the war, the diary was retrieved by Anne’s father, Otto Frank. The book is in several lists of the top books of the twentieth century also the most widely read non-fiction book after bible! I would recommend this book to anyone who is willing to be fascinated by the writings of such a young girl.

Excerpts from the diary: “I finally realized that  I must do my school work to keep from being ignorant, to get on in life, to become a journalist, because that is what I want!…I know I can write…but it remains to be seen whether I have real talent…And If I don’t have talent to write books or newspaper articles, I can write always to myself!

I told Daddy that I much more fond of him than Mummy. I had longed to receive my first kiss and was also always getting into trouble for talking. “This morning Peter asked me to if I would come again one evening, and said that I really didn’t disturb him, and if there’s room for one there’s room for two. Surely it is a great day for every girl when she receives her first kiss? Well, then, it is just as important for me too!” Its very hard to read passages where Anne, in her innocence and hope, made plans for when the war is over.

Anne Frank: The whole story (Mini-Series: 190Min)

The mini-series is a touching presentation of the events behind the book and goes far beyond the stage play and film of that title. One of the rare movies that is on par or much better than the book!

Anne, as a punishment for talking, will do a composition entitled ‘Quack, quack, quack: “Once upon a time there was a mother duck with three beautiful ducklings who lived in a lake ruled by a proud swan. ‘Quack, quack, quack’, said Mrs Quackenbush to her brood. ‘Quack, quack, quack’ said the ducklings. ‘Keep your voices down!’ roared the swan, his feathers all in a ruffle, ‘keep quiet or I’ll bite you, and then you’ll never quack again”.

This swan was not a nice swan, he was a black swan, and all the other ducks in the lake were afraid of him. But not Mrs Quackenbush. ‘You won’t bite these children’, she said to the swan, who answered, ‘they are only ugly little ducklings and I am their master’. And then he started to bite the ducklings, ‘save us Mama!’ the poor little ducklings cried. And then Mrs Quackenbush began to quack. She quacked, and she quacked, and she quacked.

‘Stop it! Stop that infernal quacking!’ cried the swan, putting his wings over his ears. But Mrs Quackenbush did not stop, not until the black swan flew away, never to return. She gathered her ducklings around her and together they swam off together happily ever after, singing, ‘quack, quack, quack’.”  The movie ends with a quote ” Anne Frank is only one of the one and half million children murdered in the bloody genocide, the Nazis called it “Final Solution”!

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Bridges of Madison County – James Waller

November 18, 2009 Leave a comment

On her 67th birthday Francesca stares at an old photograph of her. What had happened twenty two years back, in hot summary days of 1965 flashes in her mind. A lean, free-spirited photographer named Robert Kincaid drives into Madison County, Iowa. He has been commissioned to photograph the covered bridges in the vicinity. Unable to locate them, he pulls into a farm to ask directions. The woman he finds there is alone, her husband and teenage children off at a state fair for the week. She is Francesca Johnson, an Italian war bride, 45 years old. She guides him to a nearby bridge, and afterward invites him for iced tea and then supper. He talks of poetry, art, and their mass-marketing enemies. The dreamy Neapolitan girl in the dutiful, bored farm wife awakens. She invites him back for supper the next night, and with the help of a little brandy they are soon on their way to the mystical intimations of destiny and ecstatic oneness that lovers have been known to reach. Francesca and Kincaid spent four days together, dancing in the kitchen floor, drinking beer and smoking Camel, and making love. At the end of the fourth day Kincaid request her to come along with him. She denies and explains her responsibility to Johnson and two kids. The two lives the rest of the life without much contact with each other, cherishing the memories of the true love they had in the four days of summer of 1965.  

Waller tells their story as though it were nonfiction, claiming to have heard about Francesca from her children after her death, read her journals, seen Robert’s relics of those four days and interviewed a jazz musician who knew the photographer. 164 weeks bestseller par with any Indian B class masala novel.

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Dominant Sex

November 12, 2009 Leave a comment

The day is 21st Jan 2030. Osama left office at 10.30pm, it’s pretty late. Though his wife Hamidha informed that she will be picking him up, she didn’t turn up. The news of the boulevard girls came to his mind; he is so scared to go home. First he thought of calling Rosy taxi service. But the first news that he heard today morning, his neighbor Ramset being raped and killed by a cab driver called Mary. Ramset is recently married and delivered his baby 3 months back. Criminal cases against Rosy taxi service are increasing day by day. He got out of office.  Through the veil of his black chador, he noticed that the security girl is staring at him. She asked if he need any assistance. He resisted and started walking straight without looking around. The marijuana and LSD girls’ are ruling the city night life these days. He tried ringing Hamida once again; but no response. Osama totally forgot about Hamida’s late night party with her boss Sonia at office today and won’t be coming to pick him up. Osama thought that marrying Hamida is the biggest mistake that he has made in his life. He got several proposals from good looking and educated women. But finally he had to marry Hamida. Hamida was very good to him in their early days of marriage, but after he has given birth to junior, she changed a lot. Osama is too much worried about Hamida, she smokes and drinks too much, not taking caring of her health, comes home after mid night. Who will take care of Osama and junior if something happens to Hamida? Osama has to do everything at home. He wakes-up early morning, cooks food, washes clothes, cleans floor and after that he brings coffee to Renu. Hamida wakes up morning; reads newspaper with cigarette and coffee; goes to office. She drops Osama on the way in his office.

He crossed Jansi Street; the street which is well known for abduction of guys for sex work. He noticed that few women wearing black T-shirts are following him right from Indira Street. Though for the past few months he is learning Karate for self defense, the group behind him seems to be too big for any fight back. He started walking swiftly; the group increased their speed too. Without looking back he started running. The gang chased him and encircled him at Hilary Street. The leader in the group is wearing a black coat over her T-shirt. She has blue eyes, brown hair and face full of dark spots and wrinkles. She gaped at him as though she is looking at men for the first time. Osama felt intimidating and nervous. Another woman wearing a black hat smoked ganja. She burned her cigarette stub over Osama’s face and started making fun about the look of his beard. Tears started flowing from Osama’s eyes. One of the gang member pulled his black chador off and removed his marriage chain, golden watch, and all his ornaments. They heard the noise of a whistle blowing. The black T-shirt mob stabbed Osama in his stomach. Osama groaned in pain. Before the area police commissioner Kiran reached Hilary street, the mob ran away. Kiran and few constables reached the site and moved Osama to hospital! 

Guys, though I made a story by changing few men’s name by women’s, He by She and vice versa; the whole story sounds perverse, isn’t it? I can’t help you for that.

Categories: Comedy

My fav comedy scene!

October 23, 2009 2 comments

M(Education: 10th fail) is a person who has never been to America. He meets K(Education: 3rd Std fail) with intent to marry his daughter(K planned to get her daughter married only to an American, to show off before his neighbour Z, who got his daughter married to a man who works in Britain). M explains that he works in America. S(Education: Degree pass), an archrival of  M , also meets K with the same intention at their house. 

M: Uncle, Aunty, Everyone come here! Come here! Communication of an interior democrat! I am frankly speak! I am frankly speak!,….we will suppress it!!(Since K never been to school, M pretends that he knows English and is from America to impress him) 

K: Hi son come in, I am glad that you are here! 

M: Well 3 days time. 4th day sunrise, marry and fly to America!! 

S gets angry. S: Where were you in America? 

M: I was in American junction!! 

S: American junction, hahaha…. 

M: Why are you laughing? Is there any country without junctions! 

S: OK, tell me how many kilometers are there from Washington DC to Miami Beach? 

M: Kilometers and kilometers in this state of degenerating decency of Miami Beach and Washington, when diplomacy became complicated hypocrisy, and America to America!!(M pretends again!) 

K: Wow, I am convinced! 

S is getting angry and going out of room!

Categories: Comedy