Monday, 30 March 2015

Power struggle for love

Foxcatcher 2014

It is weird watching Steve Carrel in anything but a comedy role. Here he is a dark psychologically disturbed millionaire with a childhood issues. He is portrayed as a cold blooded and self centred man who would use his money to buy love and importance.

It is based on a real life story of an American Olympic wrestler and his brother, also a wrestler and his coach with a multi-billion dollar heir to a rich family who promotes his grounds for the love of the sport of wrestling.
Hidden deep in the heir's psyche is his protected and lonely upbringing.

As the movie progresses, one is left wondering where the film is heading. The wrestler, Mark Schultz, trains in his estates, in the eerie presence and hawk-eye of his sponsor, the heir, John du Pont. One wonders what type of relationship they are having. On one hand, he is said to be a father figure. On the other hand , they are seen snorting cocaine together. Sometimes, Mark appears helpless like a slave! Is there more to their relationship, something pervasive?
There appears to be a kind of power struggle between du Pont and Mark's brother for Mark's unabated attention. The outcome, however, turns out meaningless with du Pont gunning down Mark's brother!

Even though hailed as a thriller with excellent acting by the cast and slow pace of the show that accentuates the dark theme of the show, it did little to fancy my attention.




Saturday, 28 March 2015

Farewell swansong...

Madadayo (まあだだよ Not Yet, Japanese; 1993)
Director: Akira Kurosawa

This sombre offering is Kurosawa's swan song. Ironically, it is a comedy but the subject deals something as depressing as life after retirement, war and essentially waiting for death! If fact, the title of film is a joke often told the main character referring to his life whose time (end of it) has reached yet - not yet!

Professor Uchida (whom his students address fondly as Sinsei) is a lovable German language professor in Japan who is at the tail end of his teaching career. It is set at a time just before the second World War. After his retirement, he continues entertaining his students at his humble home sharing his own trademark jokes. The students, even after growing old continue his acquaintance. Periodically, he gather for his birthday. They even help him out when his home is raged by shell after the war.

The movie shows the cordial respect between teacher and student. Just when the student think their teacher would kick the bucket, the elder would jocularly reply, "Madayo!" - not yet.

This Kurosawa offering may not be in the same league as many of his doyens, nevertheless, it showcases the class act of a master director who could send the subtle message that all is not lost when you are old and less productive. Life is not over till it is over and life is meant to savoured, every drop of it.

The million dollar question is what is enjoying life? Is it meant to be a time to party like there is no tomorrow as they say you only live once (YOLO)? Or is it is an opportune time to immerse oneself in prayers and charity work to wash the sins of your current or previous lives so as to cajole the forces of Universe to springboard your soul up the ladder of karma or assure a 'free pass' past the purgatory?





Friday, 27 March 2015

The unknown attack on US soil

japanese balloon bomb, balloon bomb, fugo bomb, fugo balloon
A Japanese balloon bomb (Fu-Go) 
photographed in New York, 
July 2, 1945. Associated Press
I always thought that American soil was infiltrated only once by the Japanese, in 1941 at Pearl Harbour. And the second, of course was 9/11. No, wrong. That was indeed another successful bombardment of USA, not in the fringes of the country but at its belly! It fact it was kept hush hush for many years.

After the 1942 humiliation of the Japanese by the US bombers led by Colonel Doolittle who flew past the royal palace, the Japanese wanted to get even with the Yankees. They wanted to get even with their foes.
In spring of 1945, a pastor went on a picnic with his pregnant wife and 5 lads. While emptying the luggage, before he could alert his family an explosion killed all 6. They had been fascinated by a balloon contraption. Many similar devices were seen all over Oregon.
Panic set in the local community. They were fearing for the worse. Like 9/11. they thought enemy had infiltrated the American soil. The US army managed to keep it under wraps with the agreement of the press.

From other balloon contraptions which failed to explode, investigators found that they were balloon were made of silk carrying sandbags and explosives. The only clue that revealed the identity of the bomb was the sand. Forensic examination of the type of sand, its content, mineral composition, absence and presence of lifeforms, insects, bugs and molluscs zeroed the sand to have originated from a particular beach in Honshu Island, Japan!
Children from a particular village in Japan were assigned to make these balloons, all in about 9,000 to 10,000 of them between 1942 and 1945. The Japanese engineers identified a particular altitude level in the sky that had a stream of wind that could take all these hostile 'lanterns' across the Pacific Ocean. To accommodate the drop in altitude during the night because of contraction of hydrogen air in the balloon, sandbags were automatically dropped from them to lighten them!

The blanket rule to silence the press on the discovery of the thousands of these Fu-Go balloon bombs averted panic in USA. The Japanese Army thought that their endeavour was a futile attempt and did not proceed further with their plans. The knowledge of its success could have spurred them to proceed with further deathlier attacks using biological agents or more sinister substances. Its hush also could have hastened the eventual end of the war.

Tuesday, 24 March 2015

Kilroy was here!

Every aberration on our skin has a story to tell...

That scar on your forehead may have been Voldemort's doing, or it could have been just the punch that your baby brother landed on your face while you were playing or rather fighting over a football! The ugly keloid on your knee could be due to that fall you had while scrambling away from the neighbourhood dog, which explains your morbid fear of the canine species. The long surgical scar reminds you of the prolonged labour that you endured in the monsoon floods while you did your tour of duty in Julau, Sarawak.

Talking about Sarawak, having a tattoo is a sort of coming of age for a young adult. It is a ritual that they have to go through to achieve adulthood. The same goes for many ancient tribes and those who want to preserve the old age practice.

In modern times, a tattoo may unfold different phases of one's life. Perhaps, a butt ornament to reminisce that dizzying post varsity carefree days, the regrettable name of the first lover that he desperately tries to surgically erase, and the list goes on.

Then there is a group of people who proudly display their skin graffiti to others to see as a fashion statement, that they dare to be different and want to assert their ideology to the world. Despite the bad publicity associated with inking, they do this, the link to triads, the association with chronic transmittable disease, with the working class and notoriety.

Then, the small group of people who ape people he thinks set the standards for living. Without raising an eyebrow, he would don a sleeve tattoo without wondering the significance or having anything to boast about it. When asked why he got himself an elaborate tattoo, he would simply reply, "Simply!" So much for making a statement.

Welcome to Jamaica, have a nice day!

Sunday, 22 March 2015

The journey continues...

Tragic Orphans - Indians in Malaysia
Author: Carl Vadivella Belle


This book can easily be described as one of the most depressing books I have ever read. Extensive research by the author into all nooks and corners of Malayan/ Malaysian history from the pre-Malaccan sultanate all the way to the 21st century makes it an excellent go-to book for history. Along the way, he narrates how Indians landed and got entwined in the country's fate and how some's fate never changes over the 7 generations that have lived here.

It is mind-boggling that even though Indian coolies were sent to various colonies in the British Empire as labourers, most immigrants in other countries (Fiji, Surinam, Ethiopia, Trinidad, Tobago, South Africa) mostly have reached great heights. Unfortunately, their poor cousins in Malaya remain weak and even more pathetic than they were under their colonial masters.

In many ways, this book reminds its readers of Janakey Raman's 'Malaysian Indian Dilemma', which peels out the entire history of the region from the time of the Srivijaya Hindu empire all through the great Malaccan Empire, European Colonialism, World War 2, Merdeka till the Mahathir era and Hindraf.

Indian, South Indians, would not have reached Malaya if slavery was not abolished in the 19th century. After the African slaves became hostile, rebellious, and challenging to manage and the realisation of the Western world of the plight of the slaves following the American Civil War, the colonial masters looked for alternative victims to be exploited under a different guise.

In came the labour force in the form of the South Indian pathetic victims who fell into bad times. They had, for years, a self-sustaining economic system which left everyone in the community taken care of. With the new world order in the early 20th century, where international trade became fashionable, gold was the standard for trade, and the looting of the national invaluable coffers by the debonair invaders left Indians beggars in their own backyard. The worsening social disparity perpetuated by the British became a significant push factor for them to dive into the trip to the new land of promise in the East through the feared Black Waters.

With their entrepreneurial skills, the British brought various crops to be cultivated in their cash cow colony, Malaya.

Slave-like recruitment was done through money-minded agents through the indentured labour system. Jumping from the frying pan into the fire, travelling for days together in an unhealthy herd-like condition in bunkers to discover that they had reached a thick tropical jungle sprawling with snakes, malaria-spreading noxious mosquitoes and tropical sprue.

All the while, the colonial masters cajoled the native inhabitants of Malaya to continue doing what they did best in their villages, padi fields and palaces with bountiful rewards from the exploits from the land. The British industrialised the country by bringing in Chinese and Indian workers in droves to the extent that the guests' population exceeded the natives at one stage.

The Indians always had a raw deal from the word go. Bullied as indentured labourers, they were later hoodwinked through another system - the kangany system, where outstanding leaders of workers were sent to recruit workers from interior villages in South India. It was just a new set of clowns in brand-new costumes. Indian workers were paid peanuts even when the global market's rubber price plummeted. Consistently, they were paid lesser wages all throughout history than their Chinese counterparts.
Social problems were also an issue with Indian workers. Due to a shortage of Indian women for companionship, frequent fights used to break out over women. Alcohol consumption worsens their social problem. As for the British Dorais, state-sponsored arrack shops were the best way to keep them subdued. Moreover, they made back money by taxing the liquor and making it the only outlet for miles together within the vicinity of their estates!

People were living in a time when Social Darwinism was in vogue. The general consensus around the world was that the whites, especially the Anglo-Saxons, were the superior beings around, and it was justified to conquer and open the eye of the realisation of the natives. All these changed when World War 2 hit our shores. The fallacy of paternalistic British protection vaporised into thin air. The erroneous misconception of the British superiority (to lose to the Japanese) and the assumed kind-heartedness of the Asians came to light by the actions of the brutal rule of the Japanese regime.

The 1940s stimulated the nationalistic spirit of the Malaysian Indians with turns of events in their former motherland. Visits from Nehru, Chandra Bose and EV Ramaswami inspired them to improve their own standings. Some even enrolled in the course of freeing India from the colonial yoke and even sleeping the enemy, the Japanese, towards this end. This resistance continued even when the British returned to Malaya, which they had shamelessly abandoned 4 years previously in the dark of the night. This incurred the ire of the returning colonial masters who were more interested in the royal family, elitists, and businessmen and fighting the new ideology which was precariously creeping into the territory, communism. The Malaysian Indians who were vocal about the plight of the working class, as logically aligned with parties afflicted with working-class issues and unions, were viewed as troublemakers. What's more, when the Communist Party of Malaya had their tentacles all entwined in these associations.

Year in and year out, the cry was the same - demand for better remuneration in place of a pittance, better living conditions and basic necessity of life - wholesome education for the offspring. The Chinese immigrants learnt in the fifties that their fate was in their hands. They improved their own economic and political standings to squeeze the political leaders for their place in the sun. Their Malaysian Indian counterparts, however, perhaps to their fatalistic outlook on life events, depended too much on the leaders to pave the way. Their leaders have repeatedly failed them miserably with their repeated failed attempts in business and education ventures. Internal factional squabbles worsened their already weak position in the coalition of power in the country.
The Allied government, which took the realm of power from the British, had no real desire to include the Indian leaders in the pursuit to lead the helm. It was more of an afterthought as requested by their colonial masters. Due to their weak leadership, the Indian party have repeatedly found themselves in trouble deep requiring big brother UMNO to bail them out. This had given the submissive MIC little bargaining power and had often been bulldozed over.

The earlier Malaysian Indian leaders (in CIAM and MIC) were elitists who showed scant interest in the plight of the poor Indians. The educated Indians and Ceylonese were even aloof of the Indian problem and would not rather associate themselves in the same boat. After 1955, the tide changed. The elitists shunned MIC, only to be filled with particular ethnicity fighting for specific agenda.

Malaya started Independence on the wrong footing. Race politics which eased British governance continued into the 60s as a pacifier to keep everybody happy.

The euphoric bubble of Independence soon burst on their faces. The estate workers soon realised that the local bosses were worse off than their English counterparts. They say that at least the British were more humane! Per capita, their income actually shrank.

The racial riots worsened their social standings. The NEP policies made it appear as if only the Malay peasants were experiencing poverty as dictated by the internal ultranationalist.

Without definite direction in their future, devoid of living skills and education, the estate's fragmentation and closures drew the unprepared Indians to fill the fringes of suburbia to be labelled as urban poor. This led to many disillusioned youths into vice and gaining notoriety for the wrong reasons.

Their story only gets more tragic as much of their misery dons the newspapers on a daily basis - body snatching, police brutality, gangsterism, political wrangling, and the list goes on.

Tragic orphans?

Tragic, as their melancholy never seems to be over. Escaping the clutches of starvation and depressing living conditions from their motherland, hoping to change their fortunes, they embarked on a life-threatening journey beyond the dark oceans. At their destination, they realise that they have been shortchanged. And it gets worse as the country improves by leaps, and bound by their sweat, blood and life, their descendants continue with the same hopelessness.

Orphans, like nobody's child, like a wildflower, are growing wild. First, their guardians, their masters abandoned them, their mandors bullied them, and the system took them for a ride. When they demand justice, their services are terminated only to have their work replaced for lesser pay requiring foreign workers. People of the same ancestors but of higher social and educational standings would rather stay aloof than be associated with the drunken peasant class problem. They were pretty comfortable moving in circles around in the circles of the Caucasians! They thought the colonial masters were evil and demanded Independence from them, only to discover the local businessmen were worse, interested in the balance sheet rather than humanity, jumping from the frying pan into the fire.
The Author at Batu Caves 1987. 

Saturday, 21 March 2015

The treasured asset - memory!

Still Alice (2014)
This intense drama depicts the trials and tribulations of a Columbia University linguistic professor who is stricken with a rare form of early onset Alzheimers' disease.
It portrays the heartaches that she and her family go through as they sail through the journey of progression of the disease. It is disheartening to see an articulate and expressive person slowly slide down the slippery slope of hopelessness.
Julianne Moore gave a sterling performance as mother of 3 who inherits a rare form of hereditary early onset of the dreaded disease.
Our life basically goes on uninterrupted based on the things that we learn through memory. Even our bond with our family is strengthened with memories of things we did together. Remembering the moments of seeing our offspring growing up and achieving baby steps towards their steps is all part of harmonious life. When that faculty fails, it can be frustrating. Furthermore, how long your loved ones be tolerant enough to bear your deficiencies as they too have certain targets in life.
Even if, when you lucid, you decide that you should end your life once you are burden or a joke to others, your mental faculty would not be in the right frame of mind to help you in your endeavour!



Just another year?