Showing posts with label cycle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cycle. Show all posts

Tuesday, 13 October 2020

The cycle is a MacGuffin

Cycle (Marathi, 2017)

A Malay proverb goes, 'gajah mati meninggalkan tulang, harimau mati meninggalkan belang, manusia mati meninggalkan nama'. Literally translated it meant elephants die leaving bones, tigers leave their stripes and men leave their good name. Essentially it denotes that a legacy of a person is his deeds, not his materialistic assets.

It may all be make-believe and fabled narration - that the world is so good where it provides for everybody. Your deeds are the only that matter. That is the only thing that is remembered of you are your virtues. The material representations of you are not you but the mere reminders of your existence.

The movie set in 1958 rural India. Perhaps the innocence of Man that existed in the yesteryears is just a forgotten relic of the past. Modern Man is more self-centred and suspicious of the person beside him. Money has pervaded into everyone's life that it supersedes doing good or the right thing.

Maybe somewhere in the corner of our hearts, we still hope that humanity and all the traits that protected mankind through hardship over the years are still alive. People would yet be assessed by their virtues and not their bank balance. Material possessions are essential but not be-all and end-all of our being. 

The story tells about a decent much-loved astrologer, Keshav, who is placed in high regards by people near and far. He is gentle when speaking bad omen and sometimes tells his client the good things that they want to hear and sugarcoats the unpleasant one. His one much-prized possession is his yellow bicycle. It was bequeathed to him by his grandfather who received it from a British officer for his services. Keshav loves his vehicle too much, to the level of obsession. No one is allowed to ride his bike, strictly nobody. He even keeps it indoors.

During his absence, on a faithful day, Keshav's bicycle gets stolen by two bumbling thieves who had just robbed a house but were chased by dogs. A devastated Keshav goes in search of his machine.

Meanwhile, the robbers on their getaway, get the royal treatment from the adjacent villagers. They believe them when told, though they were initially unconvinced, that Keshav had loaned them his contraption. Long story short, the thieves realised they had stolen from a decent chap. Keshav also gets back his cycle, but by then, he realises his folly. He had emphasised too much on his bicycle but failed to see all the love around him.

In this unsettled world full of uncertainties, this movie could be a wake-up call for us to reassess our priorities. We should not be all rapacious in our zest for wealth acquisition but consider having a re-visit upon things we had wanted to do all our lives but never the opportunity to do so.
P.S. Learnt a new word - MacGuffin. It is an object or device in a film which serves merely as a trigger for the plot. It has nothing to do with the story. It was coined by Alfred Hitchcock. Asked in an interview, "what is a MacGuffin?", he replied, " It's an apparatus for trapping lions in the Scottish highlands."
The interviewer went on to enquire, "But there are no lions in the Scottish highlands."
He cheekily said, "Then that's no MacGuffin."

Saturday, 19 October 2019

Time flies when you are having fun!

S2B: Seoul to Busan


It is not a race. Ep #1
Meet the P-stars. Ep #2
Fighting the demons! Ep #3
Bare necessities that we need! Ep #4
7 Samurais set to go! ©Bob
The day is here! Ep #5
The time is now! Ep #6
Time is a river of passing events. Ep #7



Episode 8: Day 5 S2B (10.10.19)

Resolved to end the tour today, we made an early start, at the first sign of daylight. At least, that is what we thought. By the time we saddled up and tightened up a few loose ends, it was 0630 by the time we left our bike motel. 


It was a chilly morning, slightly windy and foggy at 7C. Everything was going on fine for the first half of the day. 

Korea decided to save the best for the last. She took us through multiple hills, some as steep as 13%. We managed most of the hills except for a few which proved too long too strenuous.
The world of Maya. The cloud-like fluffy structure in the bottom half of the picture is the early morning condensation of water above the river surface. ©HS

The struggle between Nature and Man started to prove a yo-yo. The hills at Changnyeong-gun was a sight to behold. The view of the light of the rising sun against a backdrop of mist-covered mountains and river gave the illusion as we were in high heavens. 




Born to be free in the meadows but creepy crawlies. ©FG.


The Duel between Man and Nature: Sometimes Nature wins! ©MM

After giving a bit, she tested us. One, but all us, took a wrong turn. With 3 punctures to repair, because of the wrong turn that took us through a gravel-filled path that took us through farms, we were delayed by two hours flat. 

Even our designated high priest thought he had lost his mojo when we found everything going the wrong way. With the patchy GPS signals in Korean language, by a twist of fate we somehow finally managed to get to the next certification centre. 

A breath of fresh air. Second last certification centre in the pipeline. ©FG

The body was aching and the muscles were fatigued but one resolve in each of minds to complete the course pulled us through. We pedalled through the gruelling heat and the mid-afternoon sun at about 20C.

Finally, at about 5.30pm, the Gods took pitied us and finally landed us at Nakdong River Culture Pavilion, the final destination. 


I am still standing, on the ground. ©Bob.
Three months of planning, weeks of training and many man-hours in research, we finally completed our mission. Shaken but not stirred, we were already planning our next trip, perhaps next year. 


We did it! ©RS
End of Day 5.
Completed about 140km. (Total ~ 675.15km) due to detours and off-course tracks, to and from accommodation and meals.


I cycled 675km and all I got is a gold-plated medal plus a piece of paper bearing my name and I had to pay for it! But it comes with bragging rights and something to talk about for a long long time.©FG.




Friday, 18 October 2019

Time is a river of passing events.

S2B: Seoul to Busan

It is not a race. Ep #1
Meet the P-stars. Ep #2
Fighting the demons! Ep #3
Bare necessities that we need! Ep #4
The day is here! Ep #5
The time is now! Ep #6
Time and tide. Ep #7

Episode 8: Day 4 S2B (9.10.2019)

After knocking ourselves out in slumberland at Zone Hotel in Gumi, North Gyeongsang, in what we call a ‘love motel’, we hit the saddle again. The love motel was the closest that came by when we hit Gumi all weary yesterday evening. Yet a sumptuous simple Korean dinner came in front of us when we entered a restaurant, told the chef to surprise us in rudimentary caveman sign language and grunts. 

0830, back to the grinding mill. 

Weather was generally beautiful today with the sun was out by 7am. The temperature was cool at 7ºC and slightly windy. We were fine, and we had a feeling that something good was on our way. Hence, we set to do 120km for the day. 

The sun peacocking around with nature's palette of colours. ©FG
Just to burst that feel-good bubble, one hour into the journey, one of our cyclists busted his back tyre. That misadventure set us back by an hour, but after sorting out the tubes, we were back on the roads again. The landscape was forgiving. The terrain was mostly flat with occasional sharps climbs, some as steep as 13%.

We came across a few mammoth structures along the way. 

Lunch was ramen mee with the usual Korean accompaniments, kimchi, bean sprouts, spiced kangkung, pickled radish etcetera in a shop off Dalseon-bo. 

When in Korea, eat what Koreans eat.
 - kimchi noodle! ©FG
All through our expedition, with the luxury of time and a plethora of visual stimulations, we had the pleasure in indulging in the art of people watching. Mind you, this did not include stalking or voyeurism. It just involved astute observations. On the outset, it was evident that the typical Korean’s choice of colours would make a fashion designer cringe. On the roads, we rarely saw cars with colours other than the sobering white, grey, black or anything appearing near-black. The vehicles were mostly Korean made with an occasional glimpse of Audi and Mercedes. 

In the towns, the people are mostly dressed up (as compared to most metropolitan cities where denizens are dressed down or are seen in different stages of being undressed). Maybe because it was autumn, the colours of choice were white, black and shades of thereof. And they were plain - no screaming flowers motifs or ‘in your face’ loud T-shirts with profanity. The most provocative ‘T’ that came to my attention was one which read ‘anti-social social club’. Go figure. 

Another ambitious artwork by K-water at a dam in Cheongnyeong-gun. ©FG
Generally, they were friendly, and despite the handicap of language, they go beyond the call of duty to help the visitors of their country to their level best. Very interesting. They manufacture things that make the West squirm and have developed so rapidly economically mimicking and even surpassing the West, but they give a damn about the lingua Franca of the modern world, English. Paradoxically they yearn to be in sync with the latest trends in dressing. But then, the K-pop groups are their role model, and the K-pops cater to the world. Deep inside, they must be telling the rest of the world, “you need us more than we need you! Live with it.” 

We had a bizarre thought that everyone in Korea had the same plastic surgeon. Almost everybody had the same eyelid appearance and the same perfectly contoured nose with the similarly coloured lips. If you want to see the original Korean facies, run down to Jagilchi Fish Market to see the local fishmongers. 

Apparently, the demand for plastic surgery is so high and well developed that many a time we saw people in restaurants eating their meals with plaster on the face, presumably the first post-surgical meal. Just guessing! 

When the sun goes down in Hapcheon-gun. ©FG.
A few stops at the certification centres, we reached a small town named Hapcheon-gun. It is a town where its folks were more than eager to usher in into the numerous bike motels. It appears like they survive on tourists. 


Plenty a room at a Bike Motel in Hapcheon-gun. No nice surprise. ©FG
Again another surprise from a non-English speaking restauranteur. This time it was Busan Fried Chicken and spicy fried chicken.

So it was decreed, after much deliberation, that tomorrow would be our last day and tomorrow’s journey would be the last league. Another ambitious plan of 120km was in the pipeline. Let us see what happens.

End of Day 4.
Completed about 120km. (Total ~ 533km)




Wednesday, 16 October 2019

Now or never!



S2B: Seoul to Busan

It is not a race. Ep #1
Meet the P-stars. Ep #2
Fighting the demons! Ep #3
Bare necessities that we need! Ep #4
The day is here! Ep #5
The time is now! Ep #6

Episode 7: Day 2 S2B (7.10.2019)

Going Korean? ©FG

With a good night rest after the ever-smiling hostess’ simple Korean dinner that she dished out in a jiffy when we arrived at her doorstep all sweaty and hungry, we started grinding for the day.
 

Here in the northern part of South Korea, our observation was that Korean food comprises the main dish which could be pork or beef accompanied with little carbohydrate in the form of a small bowl of rice or noodle with their standard accompaniments - kimchi, cabbage pickled with spice, radish in vinegar and leafy vegetable which tastes like water hyacinth (kangkung) sauteed with spiced chilled and pickled little chilly. In Busan, being a coastal city, seafood is favoured.

We had another ambitious plan to cover at least 100km today. 

The day greeted us with cold showers with the temperature hovering at around 19 ºC. In fact, it accompanied us all through the way to our next destination, North Chungcheong, the hot springs town. 


The mountains, trees and rivers must be screaming with stories to tell ©FG
The rivers and mountains which accompanied our journey must have witnessed empires and kingdoms rise and fall. It must be sneering to Seven Samurais (@jokers) who hail from to thrash her boys in football and how her sons have risen. The ride took us through the picturesque, still standing Korean countryside. The hills are still green with no signs of being flattened. The only sign of industrialisation seems to be the numerous massive bridges that span over the wide rivers. 

A typical certification centre ©FG
We had to make detours here and there to get our ‘passports’ stamped.  Completion of the stamping would entitle us for a completion medal. The trails were purposely paved in such as to showcase all the different landscapes of the Korean countryside. At the same time, there were many areas with scanty directions for non-Korean natives. On top of Google map does not work well, and their Naver map is wanting of a thorough overhaul. Perhaps, it was done on purpose. On a different note, when we read about the evolution of GPS technology, we are told that there was a concerted effort to make it inaccurate to prevent abuse. With North Korea's Rocket Man hot on their trail, are we surprised? 

As true mature Malaysians who had spent time in the pre-Iranian revolution inspired new-Malaysia, we could help but compare our country to Korea. The Koreans are very industrious people. Everyone seems to be engaged in some kind of economic activity. They do not rely on foreign labour. They do not sit around like a lump of protoplasm, feeling grandiose like a special selected God-chosen breed barking orders down on their slaves. They work.



Many Greenhouses are seen in the interior. No Bangladeshis, Indonesians or Myanmarese were needed in the plantation sector. ©FG

Thanks to our Chief Navigator and input from members of the FB group Seoul to Busan and Beyond (SBB), the directions made more sense. ©Bob



Another sight for sore eyes. Signboards announcing the arrival of a certification centre usually shows up about 2km before the booth. After cycling for kilometres on end, the centres are our resting points, albeit for a quick drink, stamping and leg stretch. ©FG

Another familiar icon that sustained our caloric needs.

It was indeed nice to see 'Nice to CU'-CVS (Convenience Stores).

Spread sporadically in bigger townships, it carries many essential basic items, instant noodles, beverages and bread

The Hotspring Town - Chungju-si
It took us almost 7 hours to complete the treacherous journey.  Riding in the rain, against the wind, and sometimes perpendicular to the direction of the blow just bogs one down. Suddenly, out of nowhere, emerged a town, known for its hot springs.

The Chosun Tourist Hotel was our chosen place to unwind. They were willing to use a conference room to park our vehicles!

Ad pix - Chosun Tourist Hotel in Chungji-us.
Comfortable, cosy with breakfast and a free spa. Gave the spa a miss as it was customary to bathe in the nude from a shared bathing pool. The Koreans, like the Japanese, treated cleansing a divine duty to the body.

End of Day 2.

Completed about 105km. (Total ~ 276.3km)


Friday, 6 July 2018

It makes the world go around!

Westworld 1973


Michael Crighton, 20 years before his blockbuster, Jurrasic Park, was a debutante with this sci-fi thriller. The on-going Westworld mini-series has its roots in this Yul Brunner acted classic. 

The setting in the same; patrons have their dreams came true in a make-believe resort with different themes and manned by recyclable robots/androids/AI (whichever generation you are from). Just like in 'Jurassic Park', things go terribly wrong. The robots start malfunctioning or infected by viruses and start harming the guests.

Even though the film was done at a time way before it was thinkable of portable computers and smartphones, it is interesting to note that many of lingo used many a lot of sense and are relevant in this digital age and time. It must have been revolutionary to think of a 'biological' agent like 'virus' infecting robots, but it is here.

It looks like all man's endeavours seem to bite him at where it hurts him most. He improved industrialisation to pollute the environment. He created automation and ease of labour, he discovered lifestyle diseases. He thought he wanted to play God, his creations rebelled. Maybe God had the same problem - He created Garden of Eden for them savour, but His designs just would not listen.

It is all part of the cycle of life, of creation, preservation and destruction of life for the re-creation of life. The sequence of Life must have another cycle of itself surely. A circle within a circle of infinity with no beginning and no end...
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