That so F.A!

G00d M0rning! (or Afternoon or Evening or Night!!!)

It was Women’s Day yesterday and I read an article. Combine b0th and it produces a situational ir0ny ..

Women’s Day – its about celebrating w0manh00d and and thinking ab0ut w0men emp0werment 0n the sidelines. Fr0m an Indian angle, its ab0ut uplifting women and also about ensuring that they aren’t subjected to d0mestic violence and treated like dirt by their not-so(?)better half. N0w coming to this article that I read..

Ahh.. I l0ve this s0ng (which I’m playing in the background as I type this) , the lines go like this..

Main hoon shub tu subah, dono jud ke juda..

Main hoon lubh tu du’a, dono jud ke juda..

What an image! I wonder what Shakespeare would have said to this. Wonder 0thello thinking of Cassio singing these lines to Desdemona.. as she’s preparing to leave his lodge ! hehe.

Tu hi to har pal bandha hai lamho ki in zanjeeron me..

Tu hi to har dum raha hai khwabon ki har tabiron me

Tu hi to har din dikha hai dhundli aur ujli tasveeron me..

Teri hi to hai khushbo mujhme haan..

Ab tu hi to har so har jagah

.. this 0ne fr0m Desdemona to Othello !

An this line..

Mujhe raas aati hain khushiyaan kahan re..

Is perfect for the m0tive hunter.. actually I think he couldn’t bear to see happiness in anybody’s life. Evil Iago!

.. Yes, the article that I read

I have indeed become a junkie(does this word trigger any memory, Meg?) for August Rush-the movie and JRM-the man!

So living out my habit of typing Rhys Meyers into Google every time, I found this page yesterday. About JRM and his girlfriends. Or I may say girlfriend. For there is just 0ne abusive girlfriend in his life. One English woman of 26, Reena Hammer. She is 5’3 , black hair, dark brown eyes, a student (of I don’t know what) and of Sri Lankan origin. So far so good. She abuses JRM, wishes his mother to be dead, goes out with other men every day, threatens him, sends him to rehab, breaks up and then comes back again, accepts that she’s just putting on a mask of being good (this kind of behaviour being good by her standards ), she even admitted that she’s almost like a drug for JRM. In simple words treats him like some dirt.

And JRM brought her into the limelight, he takes her with him to every award ceremony he attends, goes out of his home and on rehab when she orders and is well aware of her promiscuity. And. He does not cheat on her.

I wonder whats into JRM’s head.

This brings me to the question which has always been there on the back of my mind.

What prevents the women (or JRM :P) from walking out of their abusive relationships?

Women put their reasons somewhere between ignorance, lack of courage and compromising because of their children .. but behind these accepted reasons there is always that little, unspoken- rather unspeakable- something. That thing is always left unexplained.

I wonder if the reason is psychological. But then, so many people, from all around the world, suffering from the same disorder?

In the Indian context, we tend to ignore this question, because we have some ‘obvious’ answers.. she was financially-emotionally dependent, for the sake of her children, or the oft-repeated ‘maan maryada’ angle.. etc

But the fact that we do not answer this question does not negates its existence and importance..

It is there. And it will be there in my mind till I get an answer.

Till then..

Madno re..

Kayi khwaab the tujhko lekar sajaye.. par khof ye bhi kahin par sataye.. gar ye bhi toote to phir hoga kya re?

Kyoon dil ko dukhana be wajah, Madno re, phir aansoon bahana ik dafa..

Haan tera saaya to main hoon par sang tere na reh sakoon

Haan is safar me to main hoon, par sang tere na ruk sakoon..

I wish I learn to speak and write in Urdu soon.

The good literature of this language is legion.

-- Parakeet F.A

Of Arts in words and gestures___

Parakeets hello. As I have told some of you, Of late I had become a little disillusioned with the world of art. The others may ask why? what is she talking about? The thing is whatever art I have been exposed to of late has been a bunch of clichés! books after books having the same story line just different names, movies after movies made of just the same formula sexuality and violence. And yes the formula applies to most other mediums as well- poetry, paintings,novels and of course movies. Why?The reason of course is that we are living in the age of clichés! A friend(F.A.) says “It is when people who don’t care about something and yet start endorsing viewpoints that clichés are born.” I agree but what we need is people ready to break the mould and stand up against group-ism, clichés and other such discrimination.

But this is not a lecture against clichés and such… I am here to rave about a movie I saw and a poet I read. Both of whom in my opinion broke the mould. First the poet- Neruda I read Neruda’s works on the recommendations of a friend (this one outside of our class ranks) and completely instantly fell for the brilliance of his works…. his images are pure senses. He expresses loneliness and insanity of the violent alien world which exists within the sphere we live in but in such wider aspects and terms that one could not have imagined otherwise to capture within mere words-

The birds go by, fleeing.

The wind. The wind.

I can contend only against the power of men.

The storm whirls dark leaves

and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.

You are here. Oh, you do not run away.

You will answer me to the last cry.

Cling to me as though you were frightened.

Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.

 

--- from Pablo Neruda’s "Every Day You Play"

 

Moving on to the movie… 2007 release “August Rush” Again I watched it on recommendation. Thank you F.A. for it. The movie explores the search of a musical prodigy for his lost parents …. parents who have no idea their son exists. The movie is embellished with fairy tale elements like so many helpful kindred spirits and a villain who can easily be termed as a “classic fairy tale villain”. But the story is underlined by a silent battle for self discovery by Evan, Louise and Lyla… Even though it was unrealistic on some levels the movie, in my opinion, symbolically speaks much. I have no idea how the movie had fared but I must say I would be surprised if it did very well. It is a sweet story which calls to be understood for its underlining meaning and intensity instead of brutal realism.

Art for Art’s sake I must say. I am so happy I found them. Now I can try and wade through another ocean of works to find my next gem. Read Neruda and watch AG asap.

And thanks for reading my rant now go ahead and leave a long comment so I can read yours

Parakeets its me --- Meg.