Saturday, December 16, 2006

What's In A Name?



For books and movies at least, Lots. Many times you don't know anything about the book or the movie and yet the title catches your eye, you make a tentative exploration, get slightly interested and then you are pulled into it. A creative, effective title is probably the best advertisement. It's not a catchy play of words or high-brow literature that I am talking about here; the key here is - intrigue. The title should pique your curiosity just that little bit to get you started...solely on your curiosity, not on the book's reputation. From that point onwards the writing takes over and it's upto the writer to sustain intereset.
Probably the best three investigative stories in Malayalam cinema have been 'mukham (The Face)' by Mohan, 'yavanika (The Curtain)' by K G George and 'kariyilakkatupOle (Like a Zephyr of Dry Leaves)' by P Padmarajan. It doesn't take much to see which title is the one I'm gonna wax eloquent on. 'Like a Zephyr of dry Leaves'... doesn't it perfectly capture and enshrine the narrative technique of a whodunnit? Just like a pile of dry leaves caught in a wind, the configuration keeps changing, patterns keep emerging, teasing you, tempting you to read something into it... the title says it all.
Probably, I should mention one more title that got me exploring, 'A Clockwork Orange' by Anthony Burgess, later made into a cult classic (banned in India!) by Stanley Kubrick. I never read a review nor did anyone recommend the book to me. It was the title that got me interested. What did the author mean by that phrase? I originally thought that it was used to describe a mechanical contraption that was 'orange' in colour.[ I can already see you sneering at me... but come on, at least I was being imaginative :) ]. The book addressed a complex moral question; Man's freedom of choice between right and wrong. In the book, the protagonist Alex has almost incurable criminal tendencies. A new treatment is tried out on him whereby he becomes incapable of doing anything bad. He no more has the freedom to choose between right and wrong, he simply has to do right. The title puts it beautifully... an orange is something with juice and vitality, an orange that runs like clockwork or a wound up toy just wouldn't be an orange anymore. Ditto with Man, if he HAD to do right, without choice, without having to think, like clockwork, he wouldn't be Man anymore.
There's one last thing, I was still thinking 'But why did Burgess choose an orange? An apple would've been just as fine. Maybe better. "A Clockwork Apple", is as good, I say.' I did a bit more research and this is what I found out. Burgess lived in Malaya for a while and 'orang' in Malaya means 'Man'(as in the etymology of orang-utan)! Only true genius can pack so much into three words... economy thy name is Burgess.

PS: There are so many other titles I'd like to dwell upon... like P Padmarajan's 'innale (Yesterday)' and 'nomparaththippoov (The Flower of Sorrow)'; Harper Lee's 'To Kill A Mockingbird'; James Patterson's 'Along Came a Spider'; M T Vasudevan Nair's 'raNTaamoozham (Second Chance)' among many others. But that's for later; when I'm once again in the mood to rant.

Friday, December 08, 2006

A Tale of Two Hearts: An Emperor is in the Streets

'Here is an emperor, walking the streets like a common man'
- Harsha Bhogle,
During Sachin's painstaking 55 against SA at Centurion

All the more reason to love the man, I say. They say he is past his prime; NO he isn't. How many 'emperors' or 'kings' would have had the humility to play out that innings? I can't imagine Mr.I V A Richards playing that innings for his desperately out of form team. Any other player in Sachin's mould would rather have played an agricultural swipe and gotten out. Agreed, Steve Waugh or Dravid might have played that innings, but what made that innings special was that it came from an 'emperor', not a workman. The innings struck a jarring note visually, but that's only because we are not used to see our superhero minus his powers. And what is more intersesting is the convoluted logic that Sachin bashers dish out to 'prove' that he's not good. When Wisden published their list of the Top 10 Test Innings of All Time, Sachin didn't find a mention. When questioned, they announced that his 136 at Chepauk agains Pakistan was 'considered' but was not given the nod because India didn't win the match. India lost that match by 12 runs and Sachin got out when India were 17 runs short. How stupid is that? What they missed was the context. India were playing Pakistan, a 5th day pitch, square turner, he was battling intense back pain and was wearing a belt to fight it. Just suppose that the tail had wagged and scored those measly 12 runs (cover-drives through fine leg or pulls through third slip or whatever), would Sachin's innings have become any greater? Then probably it'd have become one of the best innings of all time I suppose. Blah! I rest my case . Down under(pun intended) is Stout Heart No.2 (a rather under-rated Stout Heart I must say...)

A Tale of Two Hearts: Keep at it, Colly...

'He is also a cricketer from the top of his helmet to the studs in his boots. When we met, I mentioned I once lived not far from his home. "I know that place," he said, "lovely pitch." Nothing about the port, parks or the statue of Queen Victoria; everything about the cricket ground. I like that in a man.'
- Ted Corbett,
On Paul Collingwood


This Stout Heart was battling away for some pride against the Aussies while Sachin was walking the streets. He had made 206 in the first innings at Adelaide and was last man standing on 20* when the Poms did a Team India-esque collapsing act in the second innings. Well, we Indians can totally empathise with the Englishmen in this regard. But look at the silver lining fellas... we at least have some lion-hearts to cheer about :)

PS: I am not forgetting Kumble or Flintoff or Dravid. It's just that I'm very, very depressed ..sigh..

Monday, December 04, 2006

Theory of a(n Almost) Dead Man


Exams are here; well almost
Like always, I'm nowhere
They are round the corner
Blink! And they'll be on me
The alarm bells are ringing,
Time is flying like 'tis got the skitters
But this time, the omens are stark
portending doom! doom! doom!
The dark signs are here for me to see
Cable TV is out! Sheesh!
The phone's dead! Jeez!
Where's an escape hatch when I need one?
Ah well! There's always that little friend
That little friend who I got in college
My only respite in those long lectures
The soulmate who just wouldn't leave me
My escape hatch beckons me...
My soft, cozy bed, here I come!

Note: 1. If the character portrayed above bears similarities to anyone living or dead, it's completely intentional. And I believe that the most number of such specimens can be found in CET.
2. 'Theory of a Dead Man' is a music band. Sorry, couldn't resist the lure of the pun :D
They can be found here