Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts

Monday, 29 May 2023

Life and the stories it yarns.

The Storied Life of AJ Fikry 2022

Director: Hans Canosa
(based on Gabrielle Zevin's novel)

So often, we have heard that truth is stranger than fiction; stranger things happen in real life compared to what happens in our imagination. On the other hand, we were told to be competent to sieve fact from fiction, what is possible, plausible or probable and what is not.

Occasionally we are advised not to live in Lalaland but to descend to reality, not to yearn for that Prince Charming or Snow White to sweep us off our feet. The fact is that the biological clock is ticking away, and opportunities are flying by. They tell us 'carpe diem', seize the moment, not wait for the perfect ending and not expect to live a happy life forever and ever. Life is so full of twists and turns, more convoluted than spaghetti if one reflects on it in his twilight stage of life. 

This film will excite an eternal bibliophile. A gadget-savvy person would not understand the excitement about the physical book, as ebooks and Kindles do the same. But then, we all know how books flock together, like silverfish flock to old books. Like silverfish, too, books will survive the assault of modern technology pretty much like how silverfishes, one of the most ancient insects, have been around for maybe 400 million years. 

I made it to this movie to see a speaking Kunal Nayyar, who had spent a few seasons of 'Big Bang Theory' tongue-tied in front of his female co-stars. And I wanted to see how he, a 'brown' man, would have performed in a rom-com. He did pretty well, except there were too many things to chew in the two-hour presentation that so many things flew by that acting is compromised for storytelling.

An alcoholic bookshop owner and a widower go on with life in his dingy bookshop on an island, brooding over his wife's demise and generally pessimistic about life. All these changes when a young child is left in his shop. Her mother is found dead. And a book salesperson stops by to promote her books. Love blossoms, and the bookshop owner, AJ Fikry, finds purpose in life until the uncertainties of life throw another spanner in the works.

Thursday, 16 December 2021

To each, his own!

Miniature boats on Karthika Purnima to commemorate 
the rich maritime glory of ancient Odisha. It marks the 
change of monsoon tides. Sail is set for Java from Odisha.
We like to convince ourselves that a particular ritual will help us in our life ahead. Perhaps paying tithe or giving alms will ease our path to salvation. They say that a cleansing bath in a specific lake on a particular day will symbolically wash away one's previous sins, even of previous births.

With the conviction that we had of our past lives and have more future births to sail through to attain Moksha, the breakaway from the curse of repeated birth and attainment of eternal bliss, we religiously indulge in this activity and that.

Kartik Purnima ritual bath in the sacred waters
Karthik Bath in Odisha
The recurrent thought that has been going on throughout my life is this. Am I so lucky to have been told these secrets of life by virtue of my birth as a Hindu? My other good friends who, through no fault of theirs, had not been exposed to these intriguing shortcuts of attaining Satchiananda (existence consciousness bliss). But then, they too had their own pathways to the same. Sometimes our paths contradict each other, yet each is convinced of his own. 

When we were young, my sisters and I were repeatedly reminded to respect our school books and school bags. We were told the books were representations of Goddess Saraswathi, the goddess of knowledge. We could not be seen sitting on our bags or kicking or disrespecting another person's book. Our parents told us that we would eternally be cursed to be daft by invoking divine wrath! And there was he was, the top boy of the class, who would be resting his feet on his school bag whilst waiting for his mother's car but nothing terrible happened to him, academic wise!

What is good for the goose must surely be so for the gander, so I thought. When number 8 is auspicious for some, it is 9.

They both cannot be correct. One, or even both, could be wrong. There can either be a rebirth model or 'heaven and hell'. We cannot have both. Or, conversely, neither, after this life, is just void. Game over. White noise. Zzz...

“Be afraid. Be very afraid.”*