Monday, February 17, 2014

self-unaware: a poem

ignorant of the fruit she bears,
she walks the garden, a doe.
unmindful of her sprouting seed,
she traverses the farm, alone.

her eyes display, a naive glow,
her words impress, now ebb now flow,
no reason, rhyme, an empty shell,
but oh my lord, what a bombshell!

her feet are tender, unflowered buds,
her hairy brow, a study in youth.
her bouncy hair, a lovely fixture,
her unsteady pace, so immature.

she walks, ignorant of her steps,
unaware of the self, averse to thought.
she walks, blissful, enraptured lass,
"she lives the poem she cannot write".

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Kindle > a physical library

[In response to this.]

The article linked above lists some pointers that supposedly prove how, reading books the 'traditional' way is better than doing so on a Kindle. I, being a staunch e-book loyalist take immediate objection to such an absurd notion. I do not hate reading 'real' books, clasping them in my hand, smelling the yellowing pages and the like, but owning a Kindle has made me look beyond the tactile trappings of the book-reading process. It has lent me a greater sense of meaning and purpose to reading a work of literature. I now value words, ideas and stories more than the medium they are packaged in, because at the end of the day, little else matters.

Read on as I provide sound counter-arguments to the points put forth in the article:

‘You can’t write your name in it, as if to mark it with pride as its original owner.

Besides the point. You can, more importantly, name your e-book device anything you want. Isn't that cooler in a way: having a personalized book-portal named to suit your liking, much like a pet?

‘You can’t leave it places for the next person who finds it to enjoy.
*can.

‘You can’t add it to a bookshelf to expose its intriguing binding.’
Again, merely a touch-feel barrier. Grow up and stop whining, you sound like a pre-teen throwing a tantrum for having their pacifier snatched away.

‘You can’t pile it on top of others, showcasing your accomplishments as a reader.
But you CAN boast a finished book by the emboldened dots under its title. Go buy a Kindle for further reference.

‘You can’t keep your coffee cups on it after you’ve long finished reading its pages over and over.
You can, technically. But do bear in mind that the universe cannot keep pace with your stupid, cantankerous pet-peeves.

‘You can’t find first editions to continue adding to your collection.’
For once, I aver. That’s all; no comeback! You’re in the right on this one. Touché.


‘You can’t leave notes in it for the next reader who picks it up.’
You so can! There’s a specialized tool for that in the cheapest of Kindles (the one I happen to possess).

‘You can’t personalize it with your own thoughts on its words.’
What is that even supposed to mean? If it is what I think it is, refer to the last answer.

‘You can’t look for your favorites in dusty, old used bookstores.
The same way you cannot travel in those good ol’ steam engines and horse-carriages and hansoms of the Dickensian era.  Or experience the orgasmic joy of having invented fire by the cavemen. We always move on from things of the past to things of the present, it’s natural progression. To obsess and dwell over relics of the bygone is a worthless engagement.

‘You can’t establish a collection to admire as it grows.’
Again, *can.

‘You can’t underline its passages, which you find connection to in every word.’
*can.

‘You can’t highlight your favorite lines to stumble upon effortlessly when you want to be reminded of their eloquence.
BLOODY FUCKING HELL, *CAN!!!!!

‘You can’t smell its age between the pages.
Irrelevant to me, but I guess it holds an incalculable charm to some. Agreed, then.

‘You can’t fall asleep with it on your face, drifting off into a dream from the imagery it instills.’
Fanciful imaginations. The same would entail if you were to sleep with a kindle cupped in your hands.

‘You can’t pass it down to your kids, gifting them with the most moving words of your own young adulthood.
Enough already. *can.

‘You can’t start a conversation when someone recognizes the cover.’
But you can totally start a conversation by spotting a fellow e-book reader in a crowd of a hundred. Besides, seeing someone interesting enough to read from an e-book reader is every bit as exhilarating as finding a person reading a book of your liking.


‘You can’t wrap it in paper and give it as a gift, to pass on the same lessons it impressed upon you.’

You can gift wrap it if you want. You can deliver books directly to your kin’s Kindle for them to be pleasantly surprised!

In a nutshell, e-book readers give us an advantage of a much larger range, affordability and portability of books. They prove that technology is not destroying, but reinventing the way we read. This revolution in our understanding of the written word is only momentarily being opposed by a fringe group of inertia-stricken readers who rate the physicality of books over their content matter.  



Monday, February 10, 2014

Why Krrish 3 isn't as shitty as it seems

1. It's not a blatant copy of any Hollywood or South Indian film (at least that i know of). Agreed, the character of Kaal borrows his paraplegia-addled mentalism and magnetic abilities from both the chief protagonist and antagonist in Xmen, but there is little further similarity. The fact that it is better than the Rowdy Rathores and the Dhoom 3s in terms of originality makes me like it better on a relative scale.

2. Hrithik Roshan, despite his incessantly jerking head in Krrish's mask, delivers a fine, likeable performance. The contrast he brings between his portrayal of the father Rohit and the son Krishna is believable. His Greek God physique only helps.
The numbering makes no sense, admitted.

3. The concept of singularity of life is, though rather unsubtly, expressed probably for the first time in mainstream Bollywood of our day. The science is preposterous but the philosophical undertones are strikingly original for a film this shoddy in other departments. I do not personally side with this argument of metaphysical implications, there are many I know who do. The religious theory of Advaita is preached in an aesthetically (not logically) pleasing way.

4. Vivek Oberoi is serviceably good.True, his self-acclaiming comparisons with the late Heath ledger's career-defining performance in The Dark Knight are completely ridiculous, he is worth his salt as the sneering, jeering, Hinglish spewing super-villain.

5. It ties in well with its predecessors. There are vital, plot-driven references and connections to the events in Koi Mil Gaya and Krrish that decide the fate of characters in Krrish 3. Such narrative continuity is scarcely, if ever found in mainstream Bollywood's half-hearted attempts at franchise-creation (picture Golmaal, Dhoom and countless Mahesh Bhatt films and you'll know what I'm driving at).

7. Krrish is projected more as an idea, an emblem than an individual. This is strangely similar to a running theme in Nolan's Batman trilogy, but it did not feel copied or ripped-off to me. Krrish is a more visible, approachable, and Everyman's hero than the Masked Crusader. He sort-of walks the tightrope between Spiderman and Batman, to middling success.  The duality of Krrish and Krishna is not fully explored, except for a single cringe-inducing verbal exchange between Kaaya and Krrish. But I'm sure this theme can be exploited in subsequent follow-ups.

8. Most importantly, kids love Krrish. Checkmate, serious cinema-loving parents!