Friday, January 16, 2015

Seabiscuit - Movie Review

Life is stranger than fiction. In fact if we want the most astounding stories all we need to do is look around in real life and we find them. One such is the story of the racehorse 'Seabiscuit'. One could easily be led tot think that this was a story written by an overimaginative writer looking to add drama into a story but well, this is a true story. And guess what, the canvas on which it is painted is the time of the Great depression in the USA. The 1930s. The stock markets crashed, unemployment was high and the people needed hope. An underdog story. And Seabiscuit provided the perfect story.

Coming from well bred parents Seabiscuit was known to be a lazy horse prone to eat and sleep for long hours. It was obviously a horse that had an attitude and it showed it consistently. Its jockey Red Pollard is another person with an attitude. After his parents lose a fortune and move to seek employment, they leave Red in the care of a horse trainer who spots Red's talent with horses. Red has a hard life but he learns to jockey and look after himself. He has a temperament similar to Seabiscuit - never gives in. Trainer Tom Smith is one of this kind too. Unconventional in his approach, enough for him to be seen as an outcast, but with deep compassion, he takes care of people and horses in his own ways. This aspect of this quiet trainer catches the eye of another rebel, Charles Howard, a successful car salesman, who was among the richest in California, but who has lost his son in an unfortunate car accident and then his marriage. He starts finding a new life after he meets a new wife who loves horses. How these four unconventional, underdogs with their broken pasts behind them come together to form a story of how successful teams are built, how champions are made, how the world is changed is what Seabiscuit the movie all about.

Considered to be smaller, and a loser Seabiscuit is the butt of jokes. In fact when he suffers a broken leg the owner looks to shoot him. That's when Tom Smith steps in and takes over the broken horse. While looking to find a jockey capable of handling Seabiscuit's ways, he sees Red Pollard fighting four jockeys. Red is frequently getting beaten up in boxing matches (which cost him his vision in one eye) but he never gives in. Howard sees Smith's compassion to his horse, shows care and compassion to his angry young jockey who is secretly hurting from the abandonment of his family, and we have a jockey who is willing to put his life out. The horse sees a kindred spirit and responds and soon Seabiscuit is winning races. The small, broken, underdog is winning. It challenges the big horses, the biggest being War Admiral, a superior horse. Unfortunately before the big event Red suffers a big crash and fractures his leg. Seabiscuit, ridden by his friend Woolf, beats War Admiral comfortably. In this race Red reveals his innate knowledge of Seabiscuit's character, that if 'he looks his rival in the eye, he will never lose the race'.

You'd think it was over, But both horse and jockey overcome great physical stress, Seabiscuit recuperates from a torn ligament which effectively puts him out of racing according to the vets, and Red whose fractures are so bad that doctors fear he may not be able to walk again if he damages them. They recover, take part in the Santa Anita race, and win by a clear margin. There is help from Woolf too who rides the race on another horse and gives Seabiscuit a 'good look'.

Its an extraordinary tale. Seabiscuit has statues installed after him, two movies made, one book written and was the source of great hope and inspiration. 'If a little guy doe snot know he is little he can do many big things,' says his owner Charles. If the kitten only sees a tiger inside he will behave like one. As leaders one can only see that spark and encourage it. Howard's understanding of human spirit, of compassion, helps him hire Smith. His dealing with Red as his own son, fearing for Red's safety in the last race, shows what true leadership is about. Woolf's knowing his role and acceptance and his own greatness in stepping back cannot be underplayed. Its a fantastic story with many lessons. Must watch. And perhaps a must read too.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Gulliver's Travels - Movie Review

Jack Black is Gulliver, in this loosely adapted version from the original. He is a guy from the mail room working in newspaper publication. He has dreams but never does anything to fulfil them - one of them being his love for Darcy, a travel editor. When his junior gets promoted over him for showing more interest and initiative at work Gulliver realises he needs to do something. He applies for a travel writer's job,  plagiarises stuff from the net, impresses Darcy and gets an assignment in Bermuda.

In Bermuda he gets hit by a storm and lands up in Lilliput with its tiny people. Gulliver uses all his Jack Blackish techniques to get accepted by the people. But then his main contender General Edward exposes him, Darcy comes, Gulliver redeems himself. He gets Darcy. Princess gets Horatio. All ends well.

Anjali loved it.

PK - Movie Review

Finally got this one down. PK is an alien. He looks like a well built Aamir Khan. He has large ears and a funny manner of running. He has no language. He has certain powers from which he can access any mind by holding that person's hand. He has no need to wear clothes. He has no God. But for all his advancements, PK has a small technical glitch. The company that makes the medallion - his only contact with his spaceship and his people - is hung loosely around his neck. Its probably a symbol of trust. Thus enters Mr. Nameless from his planet, in all his glorious nudity, to observe the earth and see if there are similar signs of life here.

He meets a rather adventurous chap first up, who trades his rather large (thankfully) two-in-one cassette player for the shiny medallion on PKs body. The trade is not fair of course since he steals it and runs off. Now without a means to get back to his spaceship PK is stuck (sad, but does not work). He has to find this man and his medallion. What PK finds instead is a human race full of its own quirks. He finds dancing cars filled with couples making out (I am yet to see one) where he picks up their clothes, he finds language from a Bhojpuri prostitute who transmits all her knowledge of Bhojpuri as he holds her hand all night, he also finds a name PK, because his manner and his ways make people wonder if he is drunk.

PK is currently searching for God to help him find his medallion, and thereby return to his planet. He finds Anushka Sharma instead, who is Jaggu, short of Jagatjananni. Jaggu was in Belgium, meets a Pakistani, loves poetry, hates old men and gets ditched by the boy as predicted by their family Tapasvi ji. The rest of the film asks questions from the naive and innocent mind of PK who represents all of us takers from religion, which find few answers from Tapasvi ji, who represents all that is on the other side i.e. the givers of the religion. It all ends when Tapasvi ji puts Jaggu in a spot and challenges her to disprove his prediction that the Pakistani boy would ditch him. PK does that. Simple case of misunderstanding. Lovers unite. Well done Raju Hirani, you put it over us there with the cat etc. PK hides a tear - he is in love with Anushka too. He finds his medallion which is the prize for the debate winner. He heads off but not before Jaggu knows that PK loves her too. I don't think she loves him. Or anyone for that matter. PK returns to earth a year later with more naked men from his planet. There do not seem to be any women there which is why they may be attracted to this planet in the first place.

The one moment of magic happens when the Pakistani embassy lady speaks with great love when she hears that Jaggu has finally called. That apart we feel no love between PK and Jaggu. PK raises a few questions which are pretty simple and stuff that all children would ask, or even rational adults would ask. The controversy, needless completely, and makes you wonder what the real purpose is behind these people who get offended so  easily. It actually works out to everyone's benefit - the movie gets more publicity, the groups claiming offence get in the news and the audience gets more drama. Pretty simple for Raju Hirani's calibre really, but am sure there could have been a better delivery mechanism if he looked really hard. But overall commendable for its gentle poke at how we seem to miss the paradoxes. But isn't that what our world full off?

A Sunday Trek - The Sandwich Rock

Vasu had discovered a small hillock near the ORR and had invited us to what was a small trek. To get on top of the hillock one needed to trek up a rough part of the hillock. Its was a small walk, just a little more than three quarters of an hour. Vasu's son Ishan and Anjali were keen to climb. My nephew Abhishek joined us, Madhav and Koni, Vasu the leader of the expedition and I, made up the rest of the numbers.We gathered at the given spot at 8 am.
Off the road, into life

Children checking out a bird

Look children this is a calf!
The first part of the walk was getting off the shoulder of the road, and walking past some small approach roads into the fields. The fact that we got off the road itself made us feel very adventurous. The sight of cows and calves added to the mystery of life. The lack of organised and mechanised life made it all seen pretty natural and rustic. Fact was that we were a few hundred metres from the ORR and a few kilometres from some of the most violent construction activity one can see.
The climb begins, the thorns appear

Ishan and Anjali resting

Joined by me
Once we dipped in, the experience grew more interesting. We passed by a small group of young kids, not much older than Anjali, passed a small construction site with its tin buildings, its occupants brushing teeth and cooking breakfast etc. The path became more disorganised as the climb started, bushes were taller and pricklier, horny branches appeared and the ground could barely be seen. We pushed our way past the plain part. Then the climb started. Rocky, sharp and needed some care and attention. Not much of a climb but needed to be done slowly in the interests of safety.
Let there be light

A view of the new city

Some of the members of the expedition refreshing themselves
The young ones did a commendable job. We were soon close to the top. The top itself being a huge boulder or boulders, set like a sandwich, in  a very Hyderabadi fashion, which needed some more effort.
The sandwich rock

Vasu. Ishan and Abhishek pushed themselves some more and went into those crevices between those huge rocks - which may not be there for long considering the development in the area. The rest of us enjoyed the scenery. After a short stay up there, we walked back from the other side, descended down the shoulder of the hillock in a much more easier route and hit the path ways.
Vashu holding up the world - enter the sandwich rock

Abhishek in the sandwich rock

A moment to enjoy the achievement - Vasu and Ishan

Ishan and Vasu returning back from the sandwich route

At the construction site we stopped for a tea. It was then that we noticed a sign put up in that wilderness - for anti-snake venom serum, contact this mobile number.

The King of the world - Madhav enjoying his stay at the top

The world

Heading down - a world that may soon disappear

A temple, note the bricks by its side
Some calf patting on the way back by the kids and the experience was complete.
Uncharted paths

Gabbar territory

Calf patting
It took close to two hours perhaps but s always with anything new, it was well worth it.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Ahmedabad - Fleeting Impressions

I landed in Ahmedabad. I was glad the journey was over. Not so much for me as the old man next to me who looked like he was really unwell. He must have been well over seventy and was accompanied by his wife. A nice Telugu couple, who could have stepped into SPBs and Lakshmi's roles in the movie 'Miidhunam'. It all started off well. Then he started feeling uneasy. He ripped off his shirt. He started sweating. He wanted water. he'd twitch and lie down on his wife's arms. He pulled down the table rest and lay his head down. The young air hostess vanished the moment she saw his rip off his shirt. I asked if he was OK. He said he'd been unwell the day before. His wife, remarkable woman, took out a prayer book and started reading. Old book, with the marks of oil and vermilion, well read and well kept. How much of her life she must have steered through with it in her hands, I wonder. Anyway she kept him alive through the journey with her reading.

I asked is I should call for help. He was adamant. I am fine. I need water. I got him water. I want a lozenge. I gave him one. Lucky I had many. His eye lit up like a kid's. That settled him down a bit. The wife looked at me with big, grateful eyes. The old man settled down some more. The worst was over. The air plane landed with a thud. Both of them thanked me profusely. My deed for the day was done. Told him to stock up on lozenges on the return trip. He nodded. And then asked the dreaded question. 'Where do you work?'
The Ahmedabadi frame - An intriguing contraption on the handle, the thin wire frame
On Indigo flights I have been asked to avoid the sandwiches. I overheard my neighbours on the return flight tell one another that the sandwiches must be avoided. I ordered an upma. Wait for eight minutes she said. I don't think it made any difference. Its not nice.

Ahmedabad was cold. The roads had all the tell tale marks of Swacchh Abhyaan being enforced. White powder sprayed (disinfectant), cleaned roads. But its all external still. people still spat, still threw stuff. It needs more time. More amenities for the public. Dont' don't is easy. Give them stuff to use - urinals, toilets, spittoons, garbage cans.

The traffic is crazy. Worse than Hyderabad. The way the bikes cut across is unbelievable. Anyway we made it to the highway and then the journey to Baroda where I had a lecture.
Another view
On the way back I saw those funny contraptions on bikes which intrigued me in the morning as well. On the handle, a wire like frame would rise in a looping semi circle. It appeared to me to be  a frame that could hold a visor, a large visor before the rider. Only thing was that there was no glass or plastic in the visor. Just the frame.

I asked the driver, Ranchod, what that was. He tells me something really interesting. That frame is to keep the manja or thread that is used to fly kites out. This thread is no innocent thread, and is treated with sharp glass and glue etc and made hard and sharp so it can cut the other kites. Sometimes when the manja hits your throat, Ranchod says, it can scythe through easily like butter. Your head can be lopped off easily if you're not careful he said.  I found that extreme. We have famous manja in Hyderabad too, the murder weapon in Anita Nair's 'Cut Like Wound' but have never seen such a happening - of heads lopped off. But the danger remains and the stories have been told. The frame helps keep the manja away. Wow! Each place has its own little peculiarity.

The radio blared on. Prominent among the ads was one by a company that makes manja. The thread to fly kits. It was a brand that is famous for how tough it is. No warning. If it lops off someone's head what does one do? Is it a murder case? Or an accident case? Or just a festival casualty?

I could not resist asking Ranchod if he foudn any development in Gujarat. He was very vocal. yes. He said. Much has changed. He was happy. Good. The road between Ahmedabad and Baroda was an expressway, well maintained. We stopped and ate at a Reliance stop - the pav bhaji was sweet. Welcome to Gujarat. But the tea was excellent.

The Online Marketers Beasts of Burden

People ordering stuff online is now more or less the norm when compared to a few years ago (a time when online marketers were viewed with suspicion). I now see young children buying stuff online happily and paying cash on delivery. We are all well aware of the difference in cost in buying offline and online so much so that sales in book stores have dropped considerably. The other day I went to Landmark, saw Agassi's biography which I have been wanting to read, saw the price, calculated how much I'd save and postponed the decision in favor of online purchasing. Sadly I have not yet made the online purchase and my 'smart' decision may not finally be so smart after all. Meanwhile Landmark has shut down one store in Hyderabad and has reduced space by half in another. If the stock in the store is anything to go by, I suspect the rest of the floor is going to go too.
Not an easy job - Carrying the myth of online efficiency
The market is shifting to the 'efficient' and 'cheaper' online space. Arvind Kejriwal is not a big fan of these online marketing companies I hear, more so their pricing strategies. Anyway we are all too familiar with the boys driving around the city roads with oversized bags strapped to their backs. They call, find the address, make the delivery and find the next person. But unlike the postmen and the courier boys, their bags are huge, almost covering their entire back.

I wonder how heavy these bags must be. Certainly the bags do not lend to riding their bikes easily. In the photo you can see that in addition one of the boys has another bag strung on to the side of the bike. In the other boy's case the delivery bag has shifted, putting a big strain on his back and the way he rides. The phones, the tension of driving around the city traffic, and then the huge oversized bags strapped to their backs. Not easy. Not safe. Not healthy. I am not convinced that enough thought went into those bags and their design, the effects they may have on the boys, and whether an alternative mode of transport works better on these parameters.

My biggest problem with the online marketers  now is this - in their thinking of cutting costs they are not thinking of their employees safety and health. In my mind they are similar to those trucks or even rickshaws that are overloaded or carry oversized cargoes that stick out posing a danger to both the truck and the others on the road. I wonder what traffic policemen have to say about this. In Bombay I remember we were not allowed to carry cricket kit bags on bags by the traffic cops which makes immense sense. If cricket bags are not allowed these huge bags should not be too.

Come on guys, think of a way to make this better. I'd appreciate your service and efficiency that much more if you also displayed a caring outlook to your employees. I suppose the least I can do is make sure that I will buy only from those companies who have a better design, better way of delivering.