Showing posts with label Wisdomous Wise. Show all posts
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Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Stereotypes On a Mumbai Local


This is going to be a running series of sketches randomly updated as I please, some that you know exist, some that are purely made up for deeply ulterior motives. (Yes, and the numbers are as randomly generated as my updates)



Stereotypes on a Mumbai Local #4


The MOTHER-IN-LAW of Q Face

This particular stereotype of the feminine gender walks with an inch-thick blanket of air, (which by Mumbai Local standards is equivalent to the troposphere) ready to snap, snarl, whack and hurl abuses at the opposite sex almost on instinct, if ever that capsule of sanctity is breached even slightly.

Stereotypes on a Mumbai Local #22


The IT WASN'T ME Face

This is a creature with restless shifty eyes like that of a petty chipmunk scheming for its next cheese fix. He pushes, shoves, burps and farts with a pokerface that would put the best punters to shame. And if you dare to look back at him with even a hint of allegation, he would diffuse any iota of self respect that you own with a repugnant look of having taken grave offence, that it would leave a stench of putrified ego in your wake.

Stereotypes on a Mumbai Local #16


The Smiling NO Face

This is the guy who's just found himself a sq cm space to plant the ball of his big toe on the floor of the bogie, usually found at the exit wearing an unmistakably smug expression of satisfaction. So pleased is he at the conquest of that prized sq cm real estate that his mirth radiates painfully at anyone still stuck on platform yet to board. And he will guard his property with a zeal matching that of a patriot defending his sovereign.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Bored Board

I'm bored. Boredom is central to my existence. Boredom is the unending bottomless vessel that I was born into. And it is a function of my life to fill it with distractions. Endless distractions. Each distraction turning into boredom until the next one comes along momentarily occupying its space before vanishing into the pit, the bottom of which I can not fathom.

Each distraction benumbs the vessel to its own kind such that anything else of as much interest ceases to be distraction enough. I'm no longer amused by a soap bubble as I once must have been. Just the way porn no longer counts as distraction enough. Each successive distraction must be infinitesimally larger than the last to displace boredom of the same magnitude.

So where does that eventually lead us? Someday, I fear, murder won't be distraction enough.

Herein I think lies the crux of humanity and its ills.

There's just so little that can hold our interest, and so much boredom to fill.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Documentary – The False Pretender. Fiction – The Honest Hypocrite.


Let's establish this one premise once and for all - All of cinema is a hoax.

No no. Don't say a word. I'm not asking you to buy it without reason. You wan't to be the honest, unbiased, unquestionable purveyor of truth, as it actually is. Sorry, not happening. The moment your setting up a camera for a shot, you're choosing an angle. Choosing to exclude what you deem unimportant, what you deem unnecessary. You're automatically colouring it with a perspective. Yours.

Every story you try to tell or capture is untrue. It may even be honest. But it's still unture. You can only hope to get close. Accept your bias. And sell it with an asterisk.

Truth*

*Conditions Apply

So, what if you make a documentary? Isn't it a fair attempt to get close to the truth. Real people. real events. Just reportage. The closest you can get, is it?

Nope. The reasons are two fold.

Hiesenberg's Uncertainty Principle. The very act of observation alters the reality. We'll even refer to Shrodinger in a bit if you wish. Wise men. Even though, they may never have watched a moving picture. The presence of a camera in a setting alters the setting in a significant way. Rather, the closer you get to the reality, the greater the distortion. Stick a camera in your documentary characters face and you will see that he isn't himself anymore. Even if you don't see it, he is projecting an image of his self. Freud. Since we're namedropping in this paragraph anyway.

The second reason being that the presupposition of reality alters the viewing experience of the content. There is only so much reality you're allowed to tell. You may hurt sentiments, stir up communal disharmony, do harm to the character by telling the truth and alarmingly many such that not only filter the content that comes out but also biases the viewer and his viewing experience.

When you tell the world what you're showing them is reality, automatically, the world feels threatened. When you show the same presupposed as fiction, all events become incidental and characters bear no intended resemblance to anybody living or dead. The world feels safe in that comfort.

Fiction happily claims not to tell the truth. Based on real events at best. This claim gives fiction a sense of freedom that is much greater than documentary can hope to match obviously. The actors are trained to perform in spite of the observing camera. They intentionally project a character, not themselves. Hence they do so being truer to the character than the character himself would in front of a camera were he a real person. The camera can get as close as it wants and the reality, which in cinema is coloured by the filmmaker's perspective anyway, is now treated with performance to distill a version of the actuality much closer to itself than filming the real event as closely in a documentary would do. Yes, there are limitations and filters that the content must pass through. But if we're talking only in comparison to the documentary medium, it's an immensely better deal in favour of reality when you come to think of it.

Well, the whole process is futile anyway. Yes, this is the promised reference to Shrodinger and his celebrated cat. The cat isn't dead or alive till you open the box to observe. He goes a step further and claims it is the act of observation that creates the reality. There is no reality-as-is until it is observed!

Fuck the camera. Fuck filmmaking.

Truth itself is only an interpretation.






A Few Thoughts On Cinema



Sometimes I think a filmmaker can only be a student all his life. A feature length film is undoubtedly the most powerful medium of expression. An average cinema viewer invests ninety minutes of undivided attention in the most ideal setting of a dark room with surround sound. Minor intrusions of popcorn combos apart, of course. This is a deal that no other medium can match, be it newspapers, TV, radio, billboards or any other. Therefore the power a filmmaker wields over his mass is incredibly heady. Potentially at least.

Also, cinema is one of the only media in which the viewer directly pays for the content. TV, the written media, and radio are almost wholly advertiser funded. Their capitalistic allegiance lies only towards the advertisers. Where as, the filmmaker is directly responsible to his well paying, time investing viewer.

The filmmaker's challenge is to hold that attention, even though it is already paid for, for the duration of the film. Every scene, every shot, every frame can be reduced to an elaborate con - a con that is designed to keep the viewer seated for the next minute.

But of course it can't be this simple. There are a number of factors in this multiplayer con game. It is not as straightforward as the filmmaker versus the viewer. The filmmaker's vision passes through a number of filters. The budget, the producer, the starcast, the talent, the distribution, the time constraints , the censors to name a few. What eventually makes it to the screen is only a sieved and strained precipitate. And it is this precipitate that still has to work.

I thought this would be easy. I didn't respect the medium for what it is. A year and a half in my chosen field of education has left me as much in awe of cinema as in love with it. When I joined the course, what I had in mind was to exploit the studios, cameras and other facilities available to me, working in tandem with talented like minded people in order to learn by producing as much work as possible in terms of short films. But, the learning I've gone through has been enormous. It is important to grow as an individual.

I had already spent a couple of years as a dignified word peddler at a small print adverising agency, producing work at a client's behest suited to the client's narrow ends. My writing as a copywriter, at least the ones that made it to the publications, were more math than art. I realised that I wanted to make something of my own. Something that begins from within instead of beginning from someone else's financial needs. Films then seemed the obvious medium of choice.

After having spent this time as a student, I've come to appreciate the truths about filmmaking as a career. It is not the cliched 9 to 5 job that pays the bills. It is a job that requires a great investment not only in time and money but also emotions. There won't be placements, as a post graduate from a reputed institute might deem his right these days. It wont pay well in the beginning at least. It will take a physical effort as much as an intellectual one. Your commitment has to be firm. You've to put your faith in the Idea. Lie, cheat, con, steal, you must do whatever it takes. But be brutally honest to yourself. And to your god, The Idea.

The Idea is a sperm. It contains your DNA, the alchemical composition of your experiences. It must be quaked, conceived, gestated before it is born, then nourished and brought up. And when it comes of age it will no longer be your own.

You can only learn from it. You'll be a student all your life.


Sunday, August 23, 2009

Life is much like Physics: To make sense of anything, all you need is Time and Space...

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Your Day Today



The subtle significance of the craft of reading a horoscope is often misunderstood. That your horoscope doesn't come true only demonstrates that you haven't read between the lines to comprehend an elusive deeper insight. For truth chooses only those who are tuned to the frequency of its vibrations. It isn't as pre-ordained as it is inevitable. Cosmic planetary interplay indicates that a day of such inevitabilities lies ahead...

Aries : Avoid punching yourselves in the nose today. It may hurt.

Taurus: You wont get output because of syntax error. Literally. Metaphorically.

Gemini: Your fly is open.

Cancer: Say yes.

Leo: Rehearse your PJs before you crack them.

Virgo: Your mom knows what you are upto.

Libra: You'll feel happy today. But don't worry. Its just a passing phase.

Scorpio: You may get the good news today... or mebbe not...

Sagittarius: You may imply that she has horns. You will be misunderstood.

Capricorn: By the end of today, you'll feel older by a day.

Aquarius: You'll be in the pink of health today... Even though its been more than a week since Holi.

Pisces: The precious moments wasted reading a blog post will prove costly...

You won't get your last three minutes back. Have a nice day........ : )

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Calvin & Hobbes - An Encyclopedia of Answers to most Questions in Life


I've recently got hooked onto this brilliant comic strip written and illustrated by Bill Watterson. Its about the antics, misadventures, idle meanderings etc. of this hyperactive, highly imaginative six year old and his sardonic pal, a stuffed tiger.

Strangely enough, I found that Calvin and Hobbes has answers to most questions in life... At least the ones I have been asked often of late. I'm serious. Study a few...


1) Really, do u believe in god?

a) response to theists...



b) response to atheists...





2) "You've got no job, no future plans, you do not even seem to be trying even slightly! What the hell r u doing with your life??" ........ on being asked politely about my future plans...




3) on being asked why is it that I do not have a girlfriend...



4) on why i did not make a new year resolution this year...




So u see, It does give u all answers ranging right from how not-to-start a letter to Santa to the real causes of war


Its uncanny.... I'd recommend all to consult Calvin and Hobbes before making any major life decisions from hereon.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Idle Analysis

Boy meets Girl.
Boy and Girl 'fall in love'.
Everything seems perfect.
Days are bright and sunny,
Nights are long,
Beauty seems all around.
and all that..........
Then after a while,
not suddenly but gradually, things begin to change...
They make as many compromises as fights.
Differences slowly mount,
just a little at a time,
till the point of suffocation,
a point of no return......
and POP!
Breakup!

....The most cliched story in the book. However, I know a few who may relate to this. Theres been no first hand experience though. So i must state unequivocally that I'm woefully underqualified to propound any of the following bullshit....Now, just for kicks, lets pick apart this situation bit by bit.....

Premise
A human soul ultimately craves happiness. All further arguments take this premise. An isolated soul inherently possesses the ability to self generate happiness. The source of this happiness is within the individual. Like the happiness that comes with achievement, perception of beauty in nature etc. The kind of elation an artist feels while painting.

Now, when this isolated soul interacts with another isolated soul, it perceives the second soul as another possible source of happiness that it may tap into, just as the second perceives the first. If the first soul now taps into the second, he derives a part of his total happiness from the second soul. A population is nothing but a number of such interacting souls. Each of the souls having its 'self' and the other souls in the population as possible sources of happiness. In life, this is mirrored by an individual deriving happiness from his loved ones, peers in the form of reciprocated care, attention, praise, acclaim etc. and himself. Lets define the case of one soul drawing happiness from another as that of 'emotional attachment'.

Case Study
With this background, lets focus our attention onto the case study in question. For simplicity we assume the boy and the girl to be isolated souls in the beginning. i.e. they derive a major portion of their happiness from within. (this is a fair approximation to make since in most cases the boy and the girl aren't as greatly attached with other people emotionally as they will be with each other a bit further into the story) Then they meet. Theres attraction. They start tapping happiness from each other.

Now both, the boy and the girl are deriving happiness from two well functioning sources. Theres an upsurge in the total happiness in each of the two causing the feeling of 'falling in love'. This state remains so long as each is drawing from both sources - within and without.

However, what tends to happen is that, one tends to increase dependence on the partner as the primary source and the (unlimited) inner source becomes secondary. Slowly the partner may tend to become the only source. This may be called the state of 'emotional dependence'. Now if the partner is also in the same state of emotional dependence, there is essentially no source of happiness between the two, since neither of them are connected to their inner source. This is when the total happiness within each begin decreasing rapidly. This paucity of happiness is what leads to suffocation and the inevitable break-up in our case study.......

After this break up, the two take some time to recover to their natural states of happiness as they try and reconnect to the inner source and other outer sources of happiness (friends, family etc.) Often they have to depend on outer sources temporarily till the inner connection is fixed and functioning. This is where friends and loved ones come in and the whole process of 'getting over' commences.

The solution to this is simply to stay connected to the inner source at all times.

The Pipeline Model
(Disclaimer: This has nothing to do with my final year BTech. project.)
The above hypothesis immediately puts forth many questions. Weren't the boy and the girl in love then? Or was it just emotional attachment that they mistook as love? What according to this hypothesis would be the definition of love then?

To clear some air in this regard i propose The Pipeline Model (lame as it may sound)

Now, visualise happiness as a fluid, say water. Every soul is a reservoir of this water that can be filled by this inherent, unlimited magma spring. When two souls interact, a pipeline is constructed between the reservoirs so that water can flow from one reservoir to another as needed. The pipeline could thick lined and strong or thin and brittle. It could be of various diameters, may have valves and all that.

The flow of water through these pipelines would signify emotional attachment. The amount of flow would determine the extent of emotional dependence.

Love is the existence of a pipeline between two reservoirs.

The pipeline is necessary for any flow to take place. The boy and the girl were in love. But since the pipeline wasn't thick lined enough, it collapsed.

However, the fact that theres a pipeline does not imply that flow must take place. An ideal relationship would be one in which theres a strong pipeline between full reservoirs with little or no flow............

Think about it.

Trust a Mechanical Engineer to convert love into a fluid mechanics problem, you'd say..... :)