Saturday, November 22, 2008

Good, or not so good !

I am lying in bed on a stale Saturday morning with my eyes fixed at the ceiling, feeling strange. Last night I watched 'Unforgiven'. The protagonist in the movie went back to his old ways one last time, for good, or so the director would have us believe. I thought there wasn't anything dramatic in it; just the case of 'once a crook always a crook'. However, its difficult to choose who's good when the choices thrown at you are a hoard of prostitutes, a corrupt sheriff, and a ruthless killer. Makes the prostitutes look like angels and the pimp a saint. I thought the underlying point of the movie was the murk between good and evil. One can be a renegade or a patriot, depending on where you stand to judge.

The other movie I saw last week was a Hitchcock classic where two men meet on a train with one of them suggesting they eliminate a problem person in each others' life. He calls it 'murder swapping' where each man would not feel guilty, because he is murdering a stranger. How morbid ! How psychotic! Yet as the story unfolds, the audience is almost led to believe that it is not only a cunning idea but also very plausible and positively brilliant. In the end I almost wished them success for the sake of a happy ending to the movie... Bollywood style ! But then, a master like Hitchcock can make you believe anything.

That brings us to a moot point. Is it important to inculcate 'good' in a human being (early in life) or is it paramount to be able to teach him to dwell more in the 'murk' so that one can keep a balance between good and bad (later in life)?

Man typically spends the first quarter of his life learning the ways of being righteous, following the tenets of virtue and the doctrines laid down by society's pedagogues. The next quarter is spent in doubt. It is spent in questioning all that the first quarter taught. Ironically, it is society that lobs these grenades of doubts at him. Those who did not take the first quarter seriously will survive with minor bruises and lacerations. Those who took it seriously would lose the proverbial 'arm and a leg'. I wonder what the third and fourth (if there is any) quarter is like. Does it yield an answer or is the conundrum something we must take to our grave? Why do we teach our children something we doubt ourselves and are sure will only hinder their survival in this brutal battlefield? Why not be a Hitchcock and show them the dark side early in life to tell them that 'there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so'?

Good movies are made by great men who present their life's lesson on screen. Maybe there's something to learn from them.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

The Rickshaw Puller

This was originally written on 09/29/2005
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The wheel keeps turning on and on
Cranked by two skinny legs;
Like the arms of an antique clock
Wound by the hands of Fate.

The wheel keeps turning on and on 
Through narrow meandering lanes;
Revealing myriad creatures around 
Each with a tale to tell.

The wheel keeps turning on and on 
As it passes a sooty face 
That looks up from his blacksmith's hearth 
Like a soul purging in hell; 
The splinters fly everywhere 
Like angry fire-flies 
The anvil stays stoic to pain 
As the angry hammer strikes. 

The wheel keeps turning on and on 
Crossing a baroque palace gate, 
Where noblemen and women conflate,
Where vanity surrounds the place;
Their smiles hide a million vice 
Enshrouding putrid thoughts
Yet, they are society's noble face 
They are the respected lot.

The wheel is tired , its path is tough 
The road it travels , is abrasive and rough; 
The cog squeals , and the spokes creak, 
But the skinny legs pay no heed.

Lean, lanky, emaciated yet stolid,
With a gaunt yet poker face; 
His skinny legs peddle on and on 
By will, and not by brawn.

The sun sets to accept defeat
To this spartan soul 
And the night arrives in her capote 
Only to a dawn unfold

Life is a wheel to this noble soul 
And peddle he must to live 
His sorrows weigh heavy on the divine scale 
But peddle he must to live .

The Start

November 15th 2008 and I have eventually set my foot down to start a blog. The reason I started is because I feel I am the best person to whom I can express myself; and what better place than a blog to do that! There is no particular topic to write about; I guess thats a very hopeful start. I know what I dont want to write though. I dont want to write about who I am, what I am, how I became so, and what I intend to become. I will consciously try not to be egotistic, though thats the crux of human nature. This space is going to be a vent for expectations, frustrations, hope, despair, joy, sorrow and the myriads of emotions that all mortals are heir to. It is going to be my companion, my alter ego. With time this space will fill up. For the moment I am just cherishing the emptiness of it and the prospect of making it the playground of my emotions.

Lets celebrate solitude till then !
Cheers