Showing posts with label melancholia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label melancholia. Show all posts

Tuesday, 4 April 2017

You can play the blame game!

Padaithaane (from Nitchaya Thaapoolam, Tamil; 1962)
Lyricist: Kannadasan

My wife thinks that I am nuts, listening to sad songs. No, I tell her. I am not into an exercise of self-pity or melancholy porn. It is just that, like Elton John said, sad songs say so much. I am in for the philosophy.

Nietzsche suggested that we all need tragedy in our life, or at least in its art form. Like a Greek tragedy where the two opposing forces, the 'Apollonian' and the 'Dionysian', get intertwined to create art, life is no different. We are brought down from our high chair to the ground by Nature to make us realise of our vulnerabilities by infusing sadness into our lives.

Tamil songs just got it right, to infuse intricate facts of life to its audiences when a character is facing obstacles of life. Its messages are immortalised via its many evergreen songs. 'Padaithane' (He Created) from 1962 hit 'Nitchaya Thamboolam' (a ritual of exchanging trays with gifts to mark mutual consent for marriage). Sivaji Ganesan, in his usual histrionic antic, some would call it over-acting, plays out the plight of a newly wedded man who suspects that he have been wronged by his wife. The wife, who had turned his life around, from being a loafer to a responsible householder, all the while had been two-timing him. Of course, in keeping with the pristine image of a chaste Indian wife, all this is not true.

In the song sequence, the character thinks aloud his predicament. He blames God for the emotional turmoil that he is encountering. He tries to make sense of His intricate game called life. He talks (sings) of Man's evolution from Ape to Homo Sapiens and how their simple lives became complicated with new found bonds and relationships. He questions the purpose of our existence, our life chained by familial piety and desires. It is amazing how we, with our simple minds, have to deal with so many problems. Worst of all, we sometimes forget our mistakes just to repeat them again.

The cinematographic technique employed for this particular song (music video) was described as avant-garte. It tried to employ American noir technique to bring out the dark hidden agenda of existentialism. The tall beams of light, long shadows and lighted pillars against an intensely dark background are pathognomonic of a noir movie.



A feeble attempt at translation...
He created,
God created Man.
(the singer is playing tricks with us. He modulates his voice to make it sound as if it can also be heard as 'why He created'?!)
He made us grow,
Grew misery in our hearts.
He gave us,
He gave us forgetfulness.
He separated,
Separated mind and sorrow.
When Man was Ape,
there was no turmoil in his mind.
family, wife, siblings, groups were none,
falling into trap of desire, compassion and love,
cannot have peace of mind.
Wandering, suffering, struggling, shrivelling,
Is not giving any benefit to anyone.
When one is born alone,
there is no disturbance.
When he joins another soul,
there is always trouble.
In Man's small head, so much burden.
It starts at 20 and till 70,
there is always dizziness (confusion).


Man, at the spring of his youth, raging with hormones and the spirit of freedom, plunges head-on to experience the pleasures of his senses. At this time, his heart rules, rather than his head. He follows blindly like a zombie, not thinking but mere as a reflex to the stimuli around him. 

This is a one-way ticket which traps him into a slippery web of bonds, clutching tentacles and emotional baggage. By the time, he realises his position, he is ankle-deep rooted in the quicksand of hopelessness. Too many commitments, too many society-imposed dos and do nots. He can always turn around and leave it all and the only person that matter is himself and the only important thing is his emotional wellbeing. It is not easy. Even if he decides to cut off the umbilical cord of attachment, he is bound to repeat the whole debacle. He forgets and is blinded by his primal needs.

He can blame all his misdoings and misjudgements on God's misdeeds as heard in this song. Alternatively, he can say that only the good things in life are of God's greatness but all its follies only man's wrong moves. He may say that it is all part of the Divine master plan and He is just testing our faith. 


N.B. Apollo is the Greek god of light and reason. Nietzsche identifies the Apollonian as a life- and form-giving force, characterised by measured restraint and detachment, which reinforces a strong sense of self. Dionysus is the Greek god of wine and music, and Nietzsche identifies the Dionysian as a frenzy of self-forgetting in which the self gives way to a primal unity where individuals are at one with others and with nature. Both the Apollonian and the Dionysian are necessary in the creation of art. Without the Apollonian, the Dionysian lacks the form and structure to make a coherent piece of art, and without the Dionysian, the Apollonian lacks the necessary vitality and passion. Although they are diametrically opposed, they are also intimately intertwined. http://www.sparknotes.com/philosophy/nietzsche/section1.rhtml

Sunday, 24 April 2016

Party like 1999?

Melancholia (2011)

You realise that the end is near, that you are exiting the building soon. Your days are numbered. You are nearing the end of the road. What are your priorities? What are the next moves? Are you going to carry on life telling yourself that it is all just doomsday prophesies and that life will go on to eternity? Will you go on accumulating wealth or accumulating brownie points for your afterlife or rebirths? Would you let your hair down and party like there is no tomorrow or in late Prince's song - party like it is 1999?! Would you just ignore rituals and formalities?

This may be the question that the story seems to convey but not in the usual Hollywood's bigger-than-life apocalyptic style that we are used too. Absent are the mega-destruction of mammoth buildings and tsunami-like waves or the building of suspense by the cable news network. It is set in a private wedding function at the reclusive estate in the edge of the world. The bride, Justine (Kirstin Durst), an undecided bride is about the tie the knot with her beau. Arriving late at the wedding dinner to be greeted are her dysfunctional family members, her boss and friends. Justin's sister, Claire and her husband are the main organisers of the wedding. Justine's mother is a bitter and pessimistic lady who is disillusioned with the institution of marriage. Her slightly boisterous father is also there, much to the annoyance of the mother.

In the backdrop is the news of a possible collision of a blue planet, codenamed Melancholia, which may have an inevitable head-on collision with Earth.

In the second part of the film, where the focus is on Claire, the sister, Melancholia actually orbits around the Sun to cross Earth's path. Claire is the one who is acting strangely with the impending doom.

This is not your usual fare of doomsday. It gives the viewer the perspective of life. What are we aiming for? We all do things for the moment. Things are not going to be permanent. We all think we know everything and we have everything in control. Do we really? Everything has a shelf life. Then what?

“Be afraid. Be very afraid.”*