Sunday, 30 July 2017

From the greatest mystery writer!

And Then There Were None (1945)

After watching S. Balachander's Nadavu Iravil, the 1965 Tamil movie based on Agatha Christie's story (And Then There Were None, Ten Little Niggers, Ten Little Indians), I decided to go for the Real McCoy.

For a movie made in older times, it was quite well paced. Even though they were many characters, all ten of them, all appeared different - all with different traits and idiosyncrasies. They could hold the suspense despite the dearth of colour, gore and loud, frightening musical score.

The story starts with eight visitors reaching a secluded island bungalow for the weekend in the middle of nowhere at the invitation of a certain Mr and Mrs U N Owen. The peculiar thing is that the hosts do not show up. Two temporary servants serve them. These ten people are left with the company of each other and communication to the mainland was cut off. All ten visitors, at one time of their lives, were privy or responsible for somebody's death. A judge had sentenced an innocent man to death. A doctor had operated a patient under the influence of alcohol to cause his demise. A lady had tormented her sibling to hang herself and so on.

Just like in the lyrics of the satirical poem, Ten Little Indians, the guests die in the same circumstances, one by one. The cat and mouse game of guessing who the murderer goes on. No, the butler is not the killer!

An exciting watch with witty dialogues as well.

Thursday, 27 July 2017

The invisible people

Kakkoos (கக்கூஸ், Toilet; Tamil, 2015 Documentary)
Director: Divya Bharathi

It is a difficult film to watch. In fact, I had to skip watching many scenes of this documentary as it proved too graphic for me to stomach. But that is the very reason, the director, Divya Bharathi made this documentary. Divya, a member of the Leninist-Marxist party and a social worker, got the idea to put it in film after reading about a spate of deaths of sanitation workers in after toxic fumes inhalation.

We, of the middle and upper-middle class members of the society often forget the people in the fringe whose hard work assures us of having cushy and healthy lives. Without their deeds, the aesthetically pleasing white wash appearances of our cities would not stay that way.

Viewing this movie reminded me of my Professor in Parasitology told the class when some of us squirmed while preparing a slide from a stool specimen. He told us to respect the sample as it was essentially his 'bread and butter'!

Director interviewing a worker
Even though the Indian Laws are clear on sanitation, the rights of employees and the discrimination of people based on caste, the reality is far from what is inked in the Legislation. The Dalits are the little people who are seen but purposefully ignored by the society. They are left to do the menial, dirty and dangerous works that nobody dares to do. Social hurdles, lack of opportunities and lack of education trap them in the perpetual, cyclical and vicious cycle of poverty, melancholia and hopelessness. Their presence reminds us of our organic nature; a reminder that we are all just full of obnoxious gas and loads of toxic crap.

At the local level, in the municipality of Chennai, the workers interviewed in the flick seem to allege of being shortchanged by contractors appointed by the local government. The officials appear to put the cart before the wheel. They stinge on building modern facilities and are not worried about the loss of workers' health and lives as they handle night-soil without any protective gears. On top of that, privatisation of sanitation services in Chennai put the poor workers of the unscheduled at risk of being cheated by non-payments for services by unscrupulous employers. Invariably, these poor souls have neither safety nets nor avenues to state their grievances.

Even though the powers that be are gung ho in building modern toilets to prevent indiscriminate expulsion of human excrement, the level of civic consciousness among the general public is sorely missing. Even watching this documentary churns the stomach of the viewer, what more to the people who there cleaning these up surrounded by smell and sight of the offensive. This coming from one of the oldest civilisations with the oldest language in the world, nuclear capability and poised to be the biggest economy in the world is surprising, even laughable.

https://thereel.scroll.in/832273/toilet-ek-prem-katha-it-isnt-documentary-reveals-the-brutal-reality-of-manual-scavenging

Monday, 24 July 2017

Ancient Photos Reveal How KL Used To Look Like 50 Years Ago!

http://says.com/my/lifestyle/old-photos-of-kl

Published by Nandini Balakrishnan — 26 Oct 2016, 05:23 PM

Kuala Lumpur, before the emergence of fancy skyscrapers and high-traffic streets!
Have you ever wondered how Kuala Lumpur used to look like about half a century ago?

These ancient photos compiled by one R.S Murthi will take you back in time to the glorious past of Kuala Lumpur:
    • A couple of weeks ago, we featured a set of old photos of Penang and old buses in Penang, found from one R.S Murthi's site.

      Knowing that we Malaysians love stepping back in time to talk about the "good old days", we decided to feature these photos of Kuala Lumpur dating back to the early and mid 20th century.

      Murthi found the photos from various sources online and mentioned that most of the images are scans of old postcards with photos licensed from European and Asian amatuer and professional photographers. Most of the images have been "cleaned up" and posterised by Murthi.

      The photos have been credited to the site that we found them from, R.S Murthi, as the names of the photographers could not be found. It would be great if you could drop us a comment should you happen to know the names of any of the photographers.
       says.com
  • 1. Gombak Bridge and Town Hall c. 1908

  • 2. Selangor Club c. 1930

  • 3. Jalan Kinabalu, c. 1963

  • 4. Kuala Lumpur Railway Station c. 1965

  • 5. Dataran Medan Pasar, Petaling Street c. 1970

  • 6. Sungai Besi Airport c. 1960

  • 7. Bukit Aman, PDRM Headquarters c. 1960

  • 8. Sultan Abdul Samad Building c. 1920

  • 9. University Malaya (UM) c. 1963

  • 10. Ampang Railway Station c. 1920

  • 11. Batu Road c. 1968

  • 12. Central Market c. 1920

  • 13. An aerial view of Kuala Lumpur city center c. 1920

  • 14. Madras Cinema c. 1950

  • 15. Merdeka Stadium c. 1960

  • 16. Mountbatten Road (Jalan Tun Perak) c. 1957

  • 17. High Street (Jalan Tun HS Lee), Kuala Lumpur c. 1888

  • 18. Dewan Bahasa dan Pustaka c. 1960

  • 19. An ice water vendor in Kuala Lumpur, c. 1900

  • 20. Rojak seller at Merdeka Square c. 1900

  • 21. Masjid Jamek area c. 1950

  • 22. Market Street (Lebuh Pasar Besar) c. 1960

  • 23. Market Square c. 1960

  • 24. Federal Hotel, Jalan Bukit Bintang c. 1960

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Friday, 21 July 2017

Where is wisdom?

Image Credit: superhv.com
Bruce Lee is famous not only for his martial art skill. He is also renowned for his ability to infuse traditional Confucius wisdom into contemporary modern living. One of his quotations goes as follows ‘A learned man can learn more from a foolish question than a fool can learn from a wise answer’! Shakespeare too mentioned something to that effect. ‘A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool!’

 We are always under the impression that wisdom can learn from the books and scriptures and that one can wise just by sitting down and burying himself in the company of books. I disagree.

First, let us define ‘wisdom’. Wisdom can be described as the soundness of one’s action based on his application of experience, knowledge and good judgement. Somewhere along the way, there would also be empathy. 

True, academic knowledge is necessary for one to gain wisdom. From the books, we can acquire a wealth of knowledge in such a short time at the comforts of our chairs and homes. But is this wisdom? Are we able to put in practice? We can sit around all day learning about the intricacies and minute details of cycling, but, unless we go out and learn to coordinate our balancing with our pedalling, we would not go far, literally.

Just because a person may not be looking scholarly and may not be speaking the same language as us, we cannot assume the other person is unwise. The Native Indians and the Australian aborigines were always looked down upon as uncultured and lacking in common knowledge by the invaders from the West. Fast forward to the future, now, everyone appreciates the subtleties of their language and advanced nature of their civilisation to live in a symbiotic relationship with Nature and all its occupants. The human race cannot be considered wise until and unless he realises that they have only one Earth. This is our home, and we are not going anywhere in the near future. What is the use of all the high-tech pieces of machinery which able to reap the treasures of Mother Earth and leaving a barren wasteland for our generations to come?

Take a person off the street from any of these densely populated towns of a third world country - Mumbai, Rio de Janeiro or Cairo. The streets in those cities are reeling with vagabonds and members of the public who lost out in the gruelling rat race of urban living. And yet, these people still lead fulfilling lives in their own ways. It is called street smartness. It is a very tangible skill that one can learn living amongst the dwellers of the street. If you and I were left to fend ourselves in these environments, we would not last a third day. The dexterity to outmanoeuvre challenges in such climate is something being in the field. These people have the wisdom to survive however hard ‘the tough gets going’!


An Indian poet once said that Man saw the birds and he made planes; He saw the Moon and he built a rocket; He heard echoes and he made radio. Basically what the poet is saying is that there are a lot of wisdom that we can learn if we keep over senses open. We can learn empathy from seeing sick, handicapped and the old people who are suffering around us. Look at the members of the avian population and we can understand how is it is to fly mammoth distances if we do it groups and car-pooling. Even things as minute as bacteria and viruses may teach us a thing or two. Their ability to withstand the constant insult from pharmaceutical agents via genetic mutation can spur new approaches to combat various diseases that plague mankind, like cancers and other lethal viral illnesses.

(Thanks DKLA for input)

Wednesday, 19 July 2017

Time after time...

Gyanvapi Mosque at Varanasi was originally Kasi Viswanath Temple


Gyanvapi mosque is located in Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh, India. It was constructed by the Mughal Emperor Aurangzeb after he demolished the original Kashi Vishwanath temple at the site.

One can clearly notice the old Hindu temple wall mixed into the mosque.

There is a small well in the temple called the Jnana Vapi also spelt as Gyaan vapi (the wisdom well). The Jnana Vapi well sites to the north of the main temple and it is believed that the Jyotirlinga was hidden in the well to protect it at the time of the invasion. It is said that the main priest of the temple jumped into the well with the Siva Linga in order to protect it from invaders.

This mosque was built by Aurangzeb in 1669 CE, after destroying the Kasi Viswanath temple located on the site.

The mosque is named after Gyanvapi (“the well of knowledge“), which is situated between the temple and the mosque.

Kasi Viswanath temple existed since many thousands of years and has been reconstructed every few hundreds of years.

The temple structure that existed prior to the construction of the mosque was built by Raja Man Singh during Akbar’s reign.

The temple’s demolition was intended as a warning to the anti-Mughal factions and Hindu religious leaders in the city after few helped Maratha King Sivaji to escape from Agra.

Maratha ruler Malhar Rao Holkar (1693-1766) wanted to demolish the mosque and reconstruct Vishweshwar Temple at the site.

However, he never actually did that. Later, in 1780, his daughter-in-law Ahilyabai Holkar constructed the present Kasi Viswanath Temple adjacent to the mosque.

The original Kasi Temple is mentioned in Siva, Skanda Puranas and original Viswanath temple was destroyed by the army of Qutb-ud-din Aibak in 1194 CE when he defeated the Raja of Kannauj as a commander of Mohammad Ghori.

Its temple was rebuilt by a Gujarati merchant during the reign of Shamsuddin Iltumish (1211-1266 CE).

It was demolished again during the rule of either Hussain Shah Sharqi (1447-1458) or Sikandar Lodhi (1489-1517).

Raja Man Singh built the temple during Akbar’s rule, but orthodox Hindus boycotted it as he had let the Mughal emperors marry within his family. Raja Todar Mal further re-built the temple with Akbar’s funding at its original site in 1585.

Even after Aurangazeb demolishing the original temple and constructing a mosque over it, the remains of the former temple can be seen in the foundation, the columns and at the rear part of the mosque.

During 1833-1840 CE, the boundary of Gyanvapi Well, the ghats and other nearby temples were constructed.

Monday, 17 July 2017

Love will keep us together?

Wonder Woman (2017)

With dialogues like 'everyone has to fight his own wars', one can be forgiven to think that it is a feminist movie, highlighting the female species' struggle and the minorities. Furthermore, the male characters are most laughable and imperfect in every conceivable way. Men are needed only for procreation, not for emotional support, says one of the dialogues. Hey, were not women the objects of reproduction only in archaic societies?

Maybe the storyteller is trying to tell us in her own way (the director is a lady) how much the world has changed since the first World War. And a real paradise appears in the form of an all-Women mythical land of Amazon where women are sorceresses and men are non-existent.

Wonder Women's story starts with Princess Diana growing up in a guarded environment, forbidden to indulge with physical fighting. The society, the Land of Amazon, is reeling to build its defences after a war with the God of War himself, Ares. Ares had disappeared and is rumoured to return anytime. Diana, being the offspring of Zeus himself could not be restrained.

One day, an Allied spy infiltrates their 'force-protected' cocoon as he was ambushed by the German Navy. Thinking that it is Ares' dirty work, Diana leaves her paradise to defeat Ares. In her mind, she believes that peace can be attained by just beating the War God, that is all. Slowly she realises that life is not so straight forward.

Peace on Earth is not a simple matter. There is no one single hero and the other being the villain. It is not the question of one perpetrator and one victim. Sometimes one wonders whether mankind is inherently evil? They seem to be their own enemy. They orchestrate their own downfall. It is not the Gods that let catastrophe befall upon them, but it is their own doings.

Yes, people harm their kind and want to exert power over his neighbours, all the things forbidden by belief systems of the world. Every once in a while, despite all the nihilism that surrounds us, we do see a glimmer of hope. On the one hand, we fight, but on the contrary, we feel that Man has that one redeeming feature. We can love, they say.

The problem is 'love' that is shown is only directed towards their own kin, race, nationhood and of the same religions. Love stops short at the sight of someone who does not share our values or simply appear different. Without love extending to all of Nature's creations, animals, plants, landscape and all, peace on Earth will only remain a pipe dream.

Saturday, 15 July 2017

Can you believe?

What I believe
Tariq Ramadan (2010)
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In the 1990s, Ramadan was hailed as the Renaissance Man of Islam. He had made multiple trips to Malaysia to promote his brand of liberal Islam. He was trying to rebrand the religion to give it a good name. On the years, however, his good name has taken a beating of late. He has been accused of 'double speak', quoting many of his speeches that do not reflect his very nature of his rhetorics. On the one hand, he talks about a benign European form of Islam to the West. While, when he is with another crowd, he is agreeable to archaic practices of the religion like stoning. At one time, his visa to the US was revoked after allegedly found to be funding Hamas, the terrorist wing of Muslim Brotherhood.

It must be hard for him to tear himself of the shadow of his grandfather, Hassan Al-Banna, who was hailed as the founder of Muslim Brotherhood, the pivotal organisation in the history of Islamic fundamentalism. The media has not been kind to him. They accuse him of putting up a front while, in the background, he continues the legacy of his grandfather and his anti-Western stance.

I was loaned this book by a wellwisher (Thanks, TMG) who must have been smitten by this suave modern looking Swiss scholar and his multilingual smooth talk.

This book is just another which mirrors all that he has articulated in his interviews over the years. We are all quite familiar with his famed background and his scholarly achievements  He also tells about his travels to various parts of the world to understand and teach the Muslimins about the changing face of the religion. He claims to try to bridge the divide between Muslims in the developed countries and their counterparts in the developing ones by explaining the true teachings of the faith in coherent narratives. He tries to tell them to share their universe and practise harmonious co-existence.

Ramadan explains that there need not be a demarcation between the Western and Islamic civilisations. It is entirely plausible for a Muslim to profess his religion in the Western world without any conflict of interest. He further reiterates that he can be faithful to his nation and Islam at the same time. I think herein lies the problem. Questions like these need not arise in the first place. Nation, the place you live is different from your religious duty to your soul or your after-life. Equating both of these and putting your allegiance to a foreign alien force may naturally raise suspicion to your loyalty to the country. It is like your kid calling the neighbour father!

The problem with the world today, with Islam, is that everybody says that the Islam that we see and are exposed to on the media is not depicting the real essence of the faith. There are interests by its enemies to put it in a bad light. That is the problem. Every professor of the belief thinks his way is the way, the correct and the only way.

Ramadan, echoing many of the scholars before him, is quite vehement that Islam has no problem with its women. Its women, do not have any problems, toeing the line set by the elders in the religion.

On the topic of homosexuality, Ramadan, as a Muslim, does not condone the practice but still respects them as individuals, nevertheless.

Many liberal Islamic thinkers including Fatah Tarek do not think highly of Ramadan whom he accuses of being a snakes-oil salesman who tries the destroy the fibre of society like a termite from within. He further thinks that he is just trying to continue the unfinished businesses of his grandfather, Al-Banna and his father, Said Ramadan to introduce archaic laws to the modern world!

We are just inventory?