An open file?

The Stranger (Miniseries, S1,E1-8; 2020)

A cleric politician in the Malaysian Parliament once called for the ruling country to impose stricter control on what children can access on their digital devices. He said that he currently kept on receiving X-rated messages on his phone and went on to rant about how easy it is to access porn online. He went on to say he shuddered to think what the inquisitive minds be up to.

Another politician from the opposite side saw this as a low-hanging fruit and decided to capitalise on it for brownie points. He seized the moment. The second politician tried to educate the first one that what appears on our digital devices is determined by our usage. The algorithm suggests what we should watch based on our previous consumption. In other words, the first politician must be an avid consumer of smut to be inundated with so many invitations to adult sites.

That is it. We think we know everything about the person sitting beside us or under the same roof. Wait for a rude awakening. The person you think you know may actually be a total stranger, managing an alternative life in an alternative universe with an alternative identity!

It may be true that it is pretty easy to lead a double life in this time and age. With so much emphasis and demand for privacy, even among close family members, one can get away with planning, executing and getting away with even murder. Everything is hidden under the cloak of secrecy and the Data Protection Act. So we think!

That is, until someone with the know-how, the access to and data of information, sounds and visuals. That, too, will depend on whose hands these data fall on. Fall into rogue hands, and it could be a source of a lucrative income to them.

This miniseries tells an exciting story involving three seemingly unrelated incidents. A schoolboy is found unconscious in the woods. A well-liked schoolteacher goes missing. She is later accused of mishandling her school football team's finances. And periodically, a stranger appears in places that would least expect her to be, to pass sensitive, deep secrets to people. Interesting 4/5.

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Real courage is in living!

Sajini Shinde ka Viral Video (Sajni Shinde's Viral Video, Hindi; 2023)
Written & Directed by: Mikhil Musale

People who profess that humanity is very much alive have not been trolled on social media before. Just because they are behind the cloak of anonymity, perhaps with a fictitious name or a fake account, they have the fortitude to bait users into a vicious argument with the intent of causing hurt to an intended person or parties. It is a cyberbullying. The problem is sometimes it is self-made. We put too much information on our social media; sometimes, we need to think. Not everyone out there is going to laugh with us with our goofiness. Many create mountains out of molehills. And not everyone is going to handle criticism kindly.

Pew Research Center reported in a 2022 survey that 46 % of U.S. teens aged 13 to 17 have experienced some form of cyberbullying, which may include trolling. Amongst adults, what goes online is scrutinised by others and made a big deal, and soon, netizens will deem it inappropriate. Soon, the unthinking public, with the might of numbers, like sheep, would demand punitive actions without applying rational thinking or mindfulness.

Adult behaviour outside working hours is no longer his private affair but is scrutinised with a fine-toothed comb to be judged and given exemplary punishments. Only some have the tenacity to withstand all these pressures. Before due process is complete, netizens ripe with cancel culture go full-throttle to crucify the accused. First, people exhibit their pictures to share their joy. Next, these same pictures bring them misery. How ironic.

In this movie, a teacher had her partying picture online. It was her birthday, her friends got her inebriated, and she started dancing on the bar top. Her picture was taken by someone who inadvertently made it online and went viral. The administrators of her school, parents of her students, her parents and her fiance were livid. It was out of character. The school board wants to terminate her services. Then, she goes missing after writing a suicide note online. 

Life is a challenge. It just became more complicated with connectivity. It was meant to make people more informed with information at their fingertips. Still, nobody thought it would be like this - causing anxiety, depression, risk of being manipulated by business moguls and being a pawn in geopolitical wranglings.

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Wealth bequeath power for generations to come!

Fool Me Once (Miniseries, S01 E01-08; 2023)

The thing that piqued my interest is the apparent class difference that happens in the UK. It is common knowledge that European societies were separated based on their professions. Pretty soon, the professions were imprinted on their surnames. Weavers became Webbers and Webster, clerks to Clarke, shoemakers to Schumachers, scholars to Scully, tillers to Tyler, and the various Smiths and Taylors.

Specific surnames denoted aristocracy and privileged them to move around the royal family and stand a chance to pick a bone strewn by the monarch. Hanging around with the right crowd ensured prosperity and opportunities to venture out to exotic lands and further fatten the family coffers.

Talking about making an overseas trip and coming back rich, besides the Pirates of the Caribbean, we have, from the East, Robert Clive. Robert Clive owes much of his existence to India, and he had appropriated the word India into his name. Clive of India had amassed so much from political wrangling and military conniving. He started employment in the East India Company as an office clerk and, through his expert manoeuvring, overthrew one of the wealthiest rulers in India to bring home £25miilion in today's money. His status was raised to a Baron for his efforts in bringing in foreign exchange. His family was set for generations to come.

When the imperialist powers moved their mercantile prowess to the East, they tried to pigeonhole their subjects into similar divisions. They found this kind of 'divide and rule' helpful as it also created animosity amongst its subjects. The imperialists laughed all the way to their ship and their motherlands. Years later, from their lootings, they emerged as first-world nations, smelling of roses. Their subjects, even generations later, stay stinking as basket cases. They not only still had to look up to their former colonial masters but also be dependent on them for items of precise engineering.

That was what went through my mind when I viewed this miniseries. It is set in an obscenely colossal manor in the UK as the family comes to terms with the brutal murder of one of its sons. Things take a turn when a nannycam picks up the deceased on camera playing with his daughter.

Pandora's box opens many family secrets, under-table dealings, family dirty linen and shady family businesses involving Big Pharma and poor third-world nations.

Expect a Sivaji's 1964' Puthiya Paravai' kind of ending in this one!

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The annual pilgrimage

One thing about Indians in Penang, mainly of Tamil stock, is that they have a solid attachment to Thaipusam celebrations. I remember growing up in Penang around low, middle-class Tamil families; Thaipusam was an important event. For Penangites, Thaipusam meant three trips of prayers. Anything else would mean incomplete worship of Lord Thendayathapani. On the eve of Thaipusam, it was customary to follow the day-long chariot procession that traversed almost the whole town.

The main event on Thaipusam was a giant fiesta. It was the go-to place to meet up with old friends and long-lost relatives who refused to keep in touch. Climbing the Waterfall hill to pray at the small temple atop is necessary. Watching wave after wave of colourful kavadis. Kavadis came in various sizes with degrees of intricacies, architectures and varying displays of theatrics by the kavadi bearers and their entourage. Music was compulsory. Those days, there was not so much restriction to the songs played over the P.A. system of the numerous refreshment sheds (thaneer panthal). So, it was left to the creativity of shed owners to whip up catchy songs that drew a crowd. Upbeat Tamil movie songs with sultry lines ruled the day.

To accommodate the hot season that used to hit Penang in January and February (now the weather pattern has taken a toss), kavadis mainly came in two shifts - early morning and late evening. 

If one thought that was all for Thaipusam, they were wrong. After recovering from the two days' merrymaking, the chariot had to return to its original resting place. It was a night-long affair, with the chariot starting in the late evening and moving slowly through town to reach its destination the following morning, making it the fourth day of festivity. 

Now, there was a local urban legend in Penang about Thaipusam. When someone misses a year's celebration, somehow, the curse of not attending would continue for another two years.

Now that my mother, a true blue Penangite and an octogenarian, is incapacitated and essentially homebound, she became restless as Thaipusam approached. She reminisced about the good old times when she could just partake in the celebrations back in Penang at the drop of a coin, at her will. 

She smiled the moment she laid eyes on the Batu Caves temple steps, filled with saffron-attired worshippers with hypnotising drums. For her, Thaipusam was done. Of course, she viewed all these from afar in the comfort of a car perched on a flyover overlooking Batu Caves and the iconic Murugan Statue. 

P.S. At the end of the day, the question that begs to be answered is whether Thaipusam, a religious obligation, has slowly evolved into a cultural revelry and ethnic entitlement.

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It's good to be bad?

Animal (Hindi; 2023)

Director: Sandeep Reddy Vanga

The mafia controlling Bollywood used to dictate to the Indian diaspora the whole over what constituted Indian culture. For a long time, they determined what ought to be screened as art and indirectly influenced the Indian way of thinking.

They said songs are a must, so be it. They handpicked heroes and heroines and defined what Indian beauty was. They ensured dynastic continuity by continually launching doyens' offspring's careers. More often than not, the juniors tanked at the box office. Nevertheless, actors with real talents lost out due to a lack of patronage. The paymasters, aka mafia, chose who would be the main star and who played second fiddle. Preferential treatment was the order of the day for heroines.

OTT platforms became a shot in the arm for second-rank filmmakers and actors not under the umbrella of the mafia. Movie themes became varied and more thought-provoking to accommodate Indians, who were clearly becoming more erudite and exposed to world affairs.

Watching 'Animal' reminded me of the Bollywood doyens who are still stuck in their own ways. Though outwardly Bollywood seems to promote literacy, women empowerment and liberty, they feel it is perfectly alright to shove thrash down the throats of those who still live smitten by the glitz and razzmatazz of the nostalgia of the yesteryears, when indeed the silver screen was in its golden era.

Being contradictory is an understatement. As India evolves to become the soon-to-be third biggest economy in the world, Bollywood stereotypes India as a basket base where law and order are non-existent. Ladies have improved their educational and economic standards over the years. Yet the filmmakers feel it is okay for a female character to lick the protagonist's boot to prove her love. Can anyone justify having an affair by quoting that that was the only way to save his father from assassins?

The main message I got from the movie is that everyone needs to be an alpha male and pick their mate. If they lack the prowess of alpha, they can be a poet or musician, tell sweet lies, and pin down their mates anyway! That was the law of the jungle, but since humans are animals but left their cavemen lifestyles long ago, the rule still stands.

The filmmakers thought if 'Kill Bill' and 'Pulp Fiction', with all the senseless killing and gore, could do well, why not 'Animal'? The things they forgot are, firstly, they are not quite Quentin Tarantino. Secondly, the audience came to watch a mainstream Indian movie, which is generally family-friendly, not a fringe ‘artsy’ restricted offering. The fact that this film still sizzled at the box office baffles me.

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On how to dine...

We are on a journey to nowhere, travelling from womb to tomb, learning on the job as we go on. Along the way, we pick up wisdom from fellow travellers honoured by others as old hens at the job. Their thoughts are immortalised and cast in the stone as life hacks.

Call it synchronicity or that the Universe is trying to tell me something. Thiru Valluvar's name got mentioned thrice this week. Maybe there is nothing supernatural about the whole thing; it is just that the algorithm picked up Valluvar's name being mentioned and decided to recommend the same. Whatever the reason, we simply extract the succulent juice and discard the pulp.

This shoutout goes to my vegetarian friends and relatives who go under the impression that it is perfectly alright to stir a storm when the vegetarian dish is not up to mark with their palatal desires. And it is worth it to wound the egos and self-respect of fellow human beings as long as animals are protected and a meat-free utopia is created.

Valluvar was a Tamil poet and philosopher who left an indelible mark on Tamil literature and way of life. His couplets (kural) give an aphoristic look into virtue, wealth and love.

Everybody wants a piece of him.
The Shivaitte Valluvar vs the Atheist.

Scholars cannot agree on the time he existed on Earth. Studies place him to have lived anywhere between 300 BCE and the 5th century CE. Naturally, various parties lay claim to him as theirs. Jains claim that he was a Jain priest, even though some of his couplets may go well with Jain teachings. Some evangelising Christians claim him to be a closet Christian, hence including him in the armamentarium of name-dropping to convert the unassuming.

The government of Tamil Naidu, riding on their anti-theistic, specifically anti-Hindu rhetorics, seized the opportunity to appropriate Valluvar as its mascot. After all, his teachings were not religious but were religion-neutral and were more of checklists for how life is to be lived. TN now celebrates Valluvar's birthday around the time of Ponggal; both are marketed as quintessential Tamil celebrations. Of course, that is incorrect. Ponggal is a harvest festival celebrated by many agrarian societies in other parts of India and the world. They also determined that Valluvar's birth year was 32 BCE.

The couplet that appeared thrice this week is ‘peyakkandum nanjundu amaivar nayathakka nagareegam vendu bavar’ (பெயக்கண்டும் நஞ்சுண்டு அமைவர் நயத்தக்க நாகரீகம் வேண்டி பவர்). Written in classical Tamil, only Tamil scholars well versed in this area of the language would be able to give its succinct meaning. From my understanding, it advises people to accept offerings from others even if it is poison. That is the mark of a cultured person. Putting into context, a teetotaler should accept an alcoholic beverage from his host if the gesture means a lot to him. Similarly, a vegetarian should not create a ruckus at a restaurant if his vegetarian fried rice is spiced with oyster sauce.

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To tame the reptilian mind?

A Nearly Normal Family (Swedish, Season 1, E1-E6; 2023)
Director: Per Hanefjord

Maybe there is no one there watching you. You are just out there alone on the small blue dot amid all that emptiness.; a blob in that awful waste of space. That’s all. Above us, only sky, and there is no hell below us.

Perhaps the wise men who came long ago knew about this all the while. They also knew that an observing eye in the sky ensured conformity and obedience. Could they know about the double-slit lamp examination findings and how the results vary when an observer is included in the experiment? The reality changes when observed. Putting the fear of prancing eyes would ensure people act within social mores. That would prevent straying from the needs of the societies, sticking together against the elements of Nature and from predators eyeing the exact needs.

As time passed, things were added and amended to suit the demands of the times. A certain amount of legitimacy was sealed by infusing a divine infusion into the equation. For a while, things went on smoothly.

The great leap forward in the sciences made people question many of the so-called God-sanctioned laws they had blindly followed. Words like empowerment, personal spaces and choices began to be mentioned. Suddenly, the religious fervour lost its lustre.

The world then noticed that everyone had their own vision of the world, and they wanted to live it as they chose. Life rules do not matter anymore. Rational reasoning took precedence. Unfortunately, humans are not so disciplined. They let their heart and minds sway. Soon, they fell prey to their primal needs.

Getting into mess after mess, they soon realise that religion, whether a God existed, paved a safe journey to the destination.

This thought went through me as I watched this miniseries about a pastor, his philandering lawyer wife, and their precocious teenage daughter. The daughter, when she was 16, befriended an older boy who sexually assaulted her. The family decided not to report the rape to the police. The daughter grew up with unresolved issues, opting out of her studies but continuing her carefree social life. One day, she is accused of murdering a 32-year-old young man who turned out to be her lover.

Life takes a turn for all three. The rest of the story is about how the family stays together to resolve the issue at hand. As if realising that divine guidance is necessary for peace of mind, the series ends with the daughter lighting a candle at a church when everything is resolved.

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