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Jul. 27th, 2010

Romanticism in the time of Exams

Sitting here with a corporate law bare act just shut on one side, and a pile of labour law notes open for ready (yet unwilling) perusal, the romantic in me has suddenly come alive.

As paradoxical as it sounds, nearing midnight, with the weather being so windy and beautiful and the music being soft piano by Yiruma, despite the constant barrage of drab sections and cases, I remembered this poem by Louis Mac niece.

As a rule, most poets in the 1900’s and beyond are one who I steer clear from. I guess it the charm of classic works. But then, a few years ago I stumbled upon ‘Autumn Journal’ by L. Mac niece. And I never forgot the poem. The beauty of this verse need not be expounded on by me. Read on for yourself.


As for me, I am content with wistfully gazing out of my window for a few minutes while remembering these lines before I plough back into the live of workmen and their compensations.

September has come, It is hers whose vitality leaps in the autumn,
Whose nature prefers
Trees without leaves and a fire in the fire-place;
So I give her this month and the next
Though the whole of my year should be hers who has rendered already
So many of its days intolerable or perplexed
But so many more so happy;
Who has left a scent on my life and left my walls
Dancing over and over with her shadow,
Whose hair is twined in all my waterfalls
And all of London littered with remembered kisses.
- Louis MacNeice, "Autumn Journal""

May. 16th, 2010

Veer –Nothing heroic about this one.

There are some movies which you love, some you hate, some which you feel like killing yourself after, some which make you question the point of living.


And then, there is Veer.


When cinema reaches the epitome of blabbering nonsense and lack of ideas, it creates a movie like Veer. A movie which the Censor boards should have banned, in the interest of public sanity if not anything else.


I had really no intention of watching Veer whatsoever. Seriously, the promos were horrible enough to make me steer clear of this catastrophe. But ofcourse, the worlsd had other ideas for me. Which is probably why I found myself sitting on Sunday evening, in front of the television, witnessing the wonderousness of this movie.


3 hours later, my brain feels violated.


To avoid going through the pain of recounting the movie again (it persists as a horror in my vivid memory), I will paste a short run of mill summary here.

Veer is a period film with an epic feel. The film is set in the era of 1875 and is based on the love story of a warrior “Veer” and his clan of the fearless Pindhari warriors of the 19th century.
From the misty pages of history comes a story of extreme valour, fierce pride and poignant love. As the British enslave India with their devious Divide and Rule policy, kings and nawabs fall to their guile and cunning, and entrust their precious kingdom to the foreigners.
Except for the brave Pindaris, who prefer death to dishonour and will fight to their last breath to save their land....their mother. The bravest, the toughest, the strongest of the Pindaris is Veer. As Veer takes on the might of the British Empire, he also has to fight the conniving King of Madavgarh as well his own jealous tribesmen. But then the stakes are high.... At stake is his love for princess Yashodhara, daughter of his sworn enemy... At stake is his thirst to avenge his father's dishonour....
At stake is his very existence itself.... Cannons roar, swords clash in fierce battle, the dead pile up....And when the dust settles down on the blood soaked land...one valiant warrior stands head and shoulders above them all - Veer!


Whatever. I dont which was the worst part of the movie. Salman Khan and his horrible dialogue delivery, or his epically failed attempts at suaveness and mystery. Or the complete disregard of history and indian culture very obviously a product of horrendously lacking research work. Or even the bend bending dialogues which made no sense whatever.

Yuck. Even thuinking about this gives me the creeps. I dont think I can review this ‘artistic peice of work’.

It will take me a few years before I get out the shock of watching this movie.