Thursday, 26 September 2024
The twists of life
Monday, 14 February 2022
The unseen non-medical effects of lockdown?
Unpaused: Naya Safar (5 episodes; 2021)
As the numbers of Omicron variant cases continue to rise, allegedly after a large congregation of unvaccinated pilgrims made it all the way to the Holy Land, now is an opportune time to reminisce the good old days when a virus from Wuhan labs jumped ship and affected humans. It is mind-boggling to fathom how much this pandemic had jolted the core of our existence.
It goes without saying that the pandemic has affected everyone in so many ways. Economically, it affected all, predominantly those on the lower rung of the food chain. Interestingly, the ten of the richest globally has doubled their wealth at the end of the second wave.
Inconspicuously, Covid infection started as a concern only for the affluent and frequent flyers as they picked the bug after globetrotting. The poor were not so concerned then. Soon, the tables turned. Living in a restricted living space and close proximity between family members made the poor more vulnerable and even outcasts when society started combating the disease.
What is often forgotten in the equation is the psychological component of this whole calamity. In years to come, the full extent of the post-traumatic stress of being cooped indoors, studying online for two years, non-attendance of familial functions and spending hours gazing at a blue screen will come to the fore.
In the first season of Unpaused, the episode that piqued my interest was the one called 'Glitch'. In a futuristic universe, Covid has mutated so many times. The world is divided into two types of people - the 'hypos', short for hypochondriacs who simply live an isolated life with a morbid phobia of coming in contact with humans and the 'warriors', who are scientists and frontliners who fight hard to annihilate the virus. It is no more Covid-19; it is Covid-30 in the year 2030. Years of isolation have drained people of interactive social skills, and they have to depend on computer programmes to hook people up. A glitch in the systems meets two people' virtually' in a chat room. The problem is that one is a hypo and the other a warrior. The warrior in real life is a mute scientist. After an initial stormy hook-up, love transcended all differences. The hypo learns sign language and overcomes his germophobia tendencies.
'Vaikunth' (Heaven) is another exciting episode with a compelling storyline. A crematorium worker has his hands full as the number of Covid deaths increases during the second wave. He is a single parent, and his father is admitted for Covid. He also has a young son whom he is trying desperately to educate. He thinks he is doing excellent service to mankind by diligently handling the extra bodies to cremate. Unfortunately, his landlord and his neighbours believe otherwise. They are not comfortable with his close link to Covid, attending to Covid death and his father being Covid+. Nobody is willing to care for his son temporarily; hence, both stay on the crematorium premises. Meanwhile, there is no avenue available to find out whatever happened to his father. He is a 'frontliner', braving himself against the unseen enemy, but nobody actually gives him a second look.
There are more things to appreciate than the story itself in these two and other episodes. The subtle inclusion of motifs (like the fire in Vaikunth - fire to cremate at the end of life, fire to light the stove for sustenance, and fire to light a cigarette to enjoy life) and the excellent cinematography. The episode ends with a poetic message about how the ashes from the burnt bodies are used to fertilise the rice fields to germinate new seeds, completing the circle of life from ashes to ashes.
Hope is the thing with feathers/ That perches in the soul…." Emily DickinsonMonday, 20 September 2021
Number 9, Number 9.
Miniseries, Netflix

My favourite episode (disgust) |
Saturday, 29 May 2021
Fighting fire with fire is futile.
Netflix
Well, the colonised can go on ranting about how the invaders destroyed their rich tapestry way of life and life sciences that were light-years ahead of their barbaric invaders. They can complain of how the British and their ingenious strategies of 'divide and rule' derailed the natives' societies even now, long after leaving their shores. But for how long? Shouldn't the post-colonial countries wise up already? Like Japan, which was beaten to a pulp and bombed to smithereens after the Second World War. Rather than being sore with their aggressors, did they not embrace the victors' technological advancement to rise from their ashes to showcase the greatest Olympic Games in less than 20 years after the end of World War Two?
All men are created equal in the eyes of God or the Law, they say. All beings are One; they also preached that we are all part of The Supreme Being, the Paramathma. We somehow attach caveats to all these teachings. We classify and subclassify according to colour, gender, class, caste, race, disabilities, etc. This division is Universal. By no means it is confined to India or Hinduism, but repeatedly we see India in a bad light when it comes to discrimination. Don't the British royalty and their henchmen get special privilege by virtue of their birth into the Windsor clan? Aren't the immigrants treated as second class citizens subjected to discrimination and stereotyping? Don't the Arabs consider themselves superior to darker-skinned brethren in the same religion of peace?
Direct antagonism by the affected parties against the grain of things are bound to be combative. The people who tend to gain from the pre-existing arrangement will be hellbent on maintaining the status quo. Affirmative action to help the downtrodden will not alleviate them but, on the contrary, just create sluggards and encourage brain drain. The government-sanctioned quota system introduced in India to balance the unequal distribution of opportunities to various societal layers only pushed the less qualified to occupy important posts and the more qualified seeking greener pastures elsewhere. The people in 'higher castes' are discriminated against. The country is left in the hands of not the best but the second-best because of their surnames.
The film sends home this message. To fight a cruel system, it is improper to clash the broken system head-on. Instead, one should use his wit and wisdom to beat it at its own game.
In the first story, the son of a loyal driver to a ruthless landowner is cheated blind. The son, an accountant, comes to bid farewell to his father's employer before leaving to start work as an accountant in the UK. The landowner cajoles the son to work for him instead by dangling a fat paycheque. The landowner had earlier broken his father's leg after crashing the landowner's car. So the son siphons off some money and, to top it off, seduces the landowner's unloved wife.
In the second story, a resourceful housemaid sees how the poor like her are made to do all the dirty work whilst the rich create an artificial cocoon to be just amongst themselves. The rich do not want the poor to be near, so they live in guarded communities. Still, the poor must be at the beck and call when they want.
The third act shows how a less qualified person gets into a job due to her surname. A more competent and capable person is overlooked because of her caste. The woman scorned uses her God-given shrewdness to devise a win-win situation for her to usurp the post without any evident antagonism.
The final offering shows that it is not only the marginalised who use victimhood to fulfil their desires. A sexually frustrated mother with a teenage daughter who is progressively losing her hearing is embroiled in a loveless marriage. She finds love in a hearing-impaired photographer. However, she drops him like a hot potato when she realises that she has to stay faithful to her marriage vows.
An entertaining one, especially if you are expecting unconventional endings with a twist.
Sunday, 28 March 2021
Modern love
Thursday, 31 December 2020
Are you ready for the challenge?
Monday, 13 April 2020
Does anybody love anyone anyway?
Picking a movie from a list of Netflix is like opening a box of chocolates. "You never know what you gonna get!..." I was pleasantly surprised by my choice. Sometimes it is the movie unheard of with an equally unfamiliar cast may be the one with the most exciting storyline.
This movie is an anthology of four unrelated stories with love being the common theme. Its four stories try to show that the emotion that releases butterflies in the tummy, the special feeling called love, at different age groups. Love needs are different at various times of one's life, and it carries a different meaning at other periods of their lifetimes.
The first story revolves around teens and love blossoms in the most unromantic place of all, the city dumpster. A slum-boy who scavenges the trash comes across some greeting cards, memorabilia and a photograph of a young girl. Curious how the girl would be in real life, he follows the garbage trump to get a peek at the owner. In summary, it is puppy love. Looking at the apparent disparity in social class and education levels of both, the viewers can guess the relationship would go nowhere.
The next one is the love of the contemporary kind, involving all modalities considered modern. There is the current Chennai landscape complete with spanking new highways and clean Hyundai cars, Ole call cab service, modern private medical centres and social media. Here a young man in his early 30s, who is all excited in anticipation of tying the nuptial knots with his gal that he found on an online matrimonial page, is diagnosed with testicular cancer. His beau bolts and he has to deal with the ailment on his own. Love is found again in strange places; this time in the form of a fellow occupant of a shared cab. Love blossoms by being an anchor weathering the storm.

The third story is about love in the twilight years. The traditional way of Indian life would dictate that those senior years of experience is the opportune time to prepare for the ethereal world. Not so in the modern world, it seems. Loneliness and fairly robust health necessitate romantic liaisons, especially when the offsprings are nowhere around to be seen.
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A scary piece of device. It eavesdrops. Like the nosy neighbour auntie, Alexa. |
Love, as they say, makes the world to stay relevant. At the spring of adolescence, with the raging of hormones, the youths think with their impulse. Nature needs them to be amorous. Progeny has to happen. The young cannot be wasting time in critical thinking and analysing. Continuity of the species is of paramount importance.
It used to be a time when society, which used to be patriarchal, dictated how the female species were left with no choice but conform to assume their role in society. With female empowerment came reduced fertility and threat of extinction. Nature fought back. Love had to bloom somehow, and it does.
It is love that holds a family and a society together. Left to their own devices, Man can be self-centred with their 'selfish gene' taking charge. The weak and the old would be left to rot. Hence, love manifest as compassion to care for the ones left behind in the race of time. Even the participants at the twilight stage of their years need someone to ride into the sunset...
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