Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Can I choose my hero?

We have all grown up in an environment where we are taught that the hero is always right and the villain is always wrong. An evidence of this theory is our movies portraying the good man as a protagonist and the bad man as the antagonist. Of course in recent times we have seen a slight change where the bad guys are playing lead characters in our cinema but this portrayal is still far from majority. Have we ever thought why this trend? Is it quintessential to prove somebody is good by showing the other in bad light? Some may argue what is wrong with this theory, you’re absolutely right; my theory may not necessarily be correct but it most definitely is not baseless.

What steered my thoughts finds its base way back in mythology. Being somebody who has a keen interest on the subject; I have always tried to look for more knowledge and wanted to explore stories that are often not told. We burn effigies of Ravan and worship Ram but what was so wrong with that man? He had his flaws, nobody is perfect. Born in an era which was near perfect (Treta Yug), he was definitely a mismatch. Do not mistake me to be one of those radical thought-provoking females who would never find the good in Ram, NO, I am not one of the pseudo feminist. I have always believed that nobody knows if mythology is real and that is not my place to judge but one must never stop themselves from learning from whichever means available. For convenience of all, let’s consider Ramayan and Mahabharat as fiction tales written for a purpose to teach.

With this background, getting back to my theory. We have always considered Arjun as the hero, the savior and ace warrior. To prove that Arjun was the best, we often do injustice to another lesser known character; Karn. This drove my inquisitive mind to read about this unsung hero. While I was at this uphill task, I realized that to make Karn the protagonist of their tale, story-tellers tried finding flaws in Arjun’s character. Because the Mahabharat cannot be re-written (We live in a country where anything said; personal or professional has a counter response to it and there will always be somebody whose ‘sentiments’ you hurt), Arjun could not be portrayed as ‘wrong’ but the elements of trying to make him the antagonist still persisted in the stories of Karn. Why so?  Couldn’t the two characters co-exist? Can’t I have two heroes with different set of aesthetics I like? I can always pick up what is right of either of their characters and learn from both of their culpabilities. Why doesn’t my society give me the liberty to decide for myself who is my hero?

Yes, I am essentially challenging our bases of story-telling. After all, all stories, fiction or non-fiction, classics or masala movies are based on the simple thread of protagonist and antagonism. The point I am trying to put forward is simple. I do not expect too much from commercial cinema apart from mere entertainment but I principally want to change the way we approach these tales. Going by the assumption that they were written to teach, would my learning impact be any less from the great Mahabarat if I was shown two sides of the story rather than being brutal towards a particular character. Maybe yes, I wouldn’t love Arjun if I didn’t hate Karn or Duryodhan. So does my inability to see the other side prove that the other side does not exist? Stories written to show us either side are an evidence to our narrow-minded thinking. I am talking about expanding this very thought process. It is not necessary for you to agree with me, changing is far-fetched. All I am asking is to put aside what you already know and give it a thought. It did take some time for me to do too. While I read, heard and saw tales with Karn as the ‘protagonist’; my typical Indian brain tuned me to dislike it. The thought of Arjun being treated with lesser importance was disturbing my head. Later did I realize that the fault lies not in me but it lies in the way I was told the story. Thankfully, I have parents who never passed judgements, so my childhood didn’t really consist of my father or mother’s (my sister was least interested) stories with tall praises for Ram or Krishna or Arjun or Karn, nor did it consists of hatred for Ravan or Duryodhan. Instead, what I received was a gift of books and 49 CDs of the Mahabharat. Which we religiously followed, not because we are religious people but because they wanted me to have an eye of my own and not the story-teller.

So, my readers, stories are not just about knowing what the author or teller is telling you. It is about knowing and discovering what lies beyond it. Don’t let the writer (even me) tell you what you must follow. Don’t obsess over the hero because he’s the protagonist, obsess because he’s your hero. Don’t hate the villain because he’s the antagonist, learn because he made mistakes for you to not repeat. So the question I ask and want you to ponder upon is, "Can I choose my hero?"

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

A childhood dream

With all the vices and cold vibes alike
Is there something that makes you believe it is right? 
Like the morning sunshine and glowing rainbow,
She makes you feel alive

With all the negativity and sorrows,
Is there something that makes you think otherwise?
Like the first shower of the season,
She makes you feel alright.

With all the bitter sweet souls and back biting creatures,
Is there something that makes you believe in the right?
Like the never dying essence of love,
She makes you feel all bright.

My childhood dream it was
To be like her,
To dress like her,
A childhood dream it was.

My childhood dream it was
To love her like no one ever can
To spread magic like she did
A childhood dream it was.

As I live the childhood dream,
MY childhood dream;
She walks the dream with me,
Inspiring, supporting, loving and spreading magic.

As I live my childhood dream,
Finding the positive in every negative,
The light in the darkness,
The sweet in the sour.

She makes me ween,
A believable existing angel
That’s what she is,
My childhood dream she is.


Because she adds the music to my life that I can dance to; a lady who defines love, beauty, commitment and never dying love for the one's she cares for. 

A dedication to the spirit of living life the way she does, a mere associated in your life brings me pride of having known and loved a human like you. 

Happy Birthday to the magic in my dreams, the strength in my vision and the life in the years. :)







Friday, March 4, 2016

A rainbow worth walking

To the belief,
To the strength of the heart
My heart sings a song
While walking in the rain.

To the overcast shadows,
To the ghosts of the imaginings
My weakness makes me strong
While playing in the rain.

To the never dying sunlight
To the magnanimity of the dreams
My future beckons me
While being mesmerized in the rain

To the past, present and future
To the boulevard of magical visions
My feet dance to the tunes to life
While dancing in the rain

Rain is only but a season
A reason more than season.
Rain is only but an expression
An action more than expression.

Life is only but a celebration
A meaning more than celebration
Life is only but a journey
A lesson more than journey.

Rain and Life are only but words
Thoughts more than words.
Walking in the rain and life are only but options
Dancing more than walking.

Just rambling in the rain, as the droplets touch my heart
They shout out loud,

Life is only but a rainbow,
A rainbow more than sunshine;
Life is only but a rainbow,
A rainbow more than rain;
Life is only but a rainbow,
A rainbow worth walking



Because inspiration lies no where else but looking for it within. 
Thank you, Viji Subramaniam Ma'am for the encouragement and belief you showed. 


Friday, January 8, 2016

Path of life

The uncut version of life's aesthetics through my lens and words 

Life is a journey and a beautiful one indeed. People walk into your life to decorate this path of life. Some walk out, but the path continuous. With all its twists and turns beautifying the path. Have we ever looked at the hurdles as a beautification? I am sure most of us haven’t. It is a thought worth a mention, would this road have looked so aesthetic without its curves and bends? In my opinion the answer is no. That is exactly the essence of life; every mistake, every hurdle and every difficulty has a second side, it artistically decorates our life in a way which is often unknown to us.

I walked through a lot of stories. Met a lot of people. Walking on this path of life reminds me of a girl, a friend, a ‘beautiful’ person who celebrates her birthday today. The reason I choose to describe her away from the conventional beautiful people series is because we’ve walked so many ‘paths’ together which have had their shares of twist and turns. Some intentionally, some unintentionally. Every budding friendship starts from being strangers, so what is so special about this one? Having being partners in marketing crime for a crime I didn’t want to commit to a crime she so strongly felt about to this day of being the ‘only’ one left on the Mumbai journey. She has been a testimony to loving what I hate and hating what I love. Like Watson in Sherlock she is the partner to the madness and probably the sole one who testifies the madness to be beneficial for saving the world. My Watson in reality with the killer looks of “Did you just do/say that?” (Imagine a zillion question marks), she is probably the most underappreciated friend. The ‘nth’ common ‘legacies’ we wish to carry on; whether it was the ‘BB’s bacchas’, ‘magi-k’, ‘SANS’, dealing with ‘cheesiness’ orD plans’ it all boils down to you being the one for me and me being the one for you, isn’t it? (Okay, delete that from your head, I know you hate drama). My Mumbai partner, I’d probably fail at describing how I would feel if you move to another city/country. I am not mainstream, people often give credit to those who get their insane sides out, but I give you credit for bringing some sanity to the insanity of Sanskriti.

This one is to your goal in life of trying to get me scared once before a paper and my goal of making you cry once for someone/something. (Mind you, I think we both are failing at achieving these). What counts irrespective of whether we fail or succeed at these goals or the actual life goals, what does not change is the people involved on this path of life.

Until you leave your accent and talk fluently in hindi, I have your back and you have mine.


Happy Birthday, Angreezan J Have a great one.