Review of Aurangzeb

“Deep in the cavern of the infant's breast; the father's nature lurks, and lives anew”.  Starting the film with these lines from Roman poet, Horace, the mood gets set early on for this tour de force.

Set in the nouveau-riche landscape of Gurgaon, with fields adjacent to glass towers, luxury cars amidst paddy fields, rustic gun toting agents of ubiquitous real estate developers talking shop next to swanky swimming pools, the film gets the setting absolutely right. This goes on to become an essential set piece of the plot and is a huge plus for the film.

 ‘Aurangzeb’ then goes on to weave a plot of ambition, deceit, filial relationships and makes for a compelling case. The viewers is subjected to familiar situations, and then made to make hard choices. Is it family first or your integrity? Is it personal ambition or filial duties, which is more important. What’s the definition of success? Is a rich and powerful patriarch more successful than an ‘unsuccessful’ old man who has been able to raise his children with good values? Can there be a moral compass in a family that speaks the same language. Are the seeds of corruption sown in the children while they are their schools itself?

          Arjun Kapoor goes on to prove that ‘Ishaqzaade’ was no fluke. With the colossus of an actor in his middle age, Rishi Kapoor yet again makes a mark and key performance from all others involved, the film is shining example of consistence, good research and relevant plot. The film makes for a gripping viewing and the 2^nd half outdoes the 1^st with a fitting denouement.

The makers of ‘Aurangzeb’ clearly overestimated my knowledge of history and expected viewers to get the hint from the title. Initially cynical of the title, in retrospect I feel it’s justified having watched one of the best films this year. 4.5 Stars

Indian summer

When the land is parched, and throats dry

the hot air blows and the birds go shy

When the dogs incessantly pant away

and little children refuse to play

 

When lips are dry and salt streaks the skin

when tempers flare and patience runs thin

When the streets are quiet, and ponds all flaked

the sky is pale and land is baked

 

When the air hangs still, and trees don't sway

the plants dry out and hope fades away

When the haze is history, killed by the wave

and the distant wintery dream, the only solace

 

Let’s, then spare a thought for those who toil

trudging in this heat, the sons of the soil

Labourers, rickshaw pullers, farmers, all along

for dignity in labour, ‘sweat’ is their sweet song

 

The unforgiving summer should make us realise

the calamity next year will be of a bigger size

Conserving Mother Nature, is the only way wise

her wrath en masse, else will be the price

 

STAR TREK- Into the Darkness

- ‘Dark’ seems to be the theme word of choice to get one’s attention these days. The metaphor usually stands for the dark side of one’s own self and hints at the fact that your biggest enemy resides in you, in this case your own race.

Now for the uninitiated, there are two series of films that deal with inter galactic explorations. One is the Star Wars, and other Star Trek. The latter, is set in a time when the earth is habitable and thriving in its modern Avatar while the former ie, the Star Wars, is about floating old men, bald captains and glowing tube lights used as swords.

Star Trek is a story of the crew of USS Enterprise, who go into space odysseys to discover new facets the final frontier. This is the 11th edition of the Star Trek, and the space ship in its latest commission is in hands of a feisty young turk, Kirk. A protégé of the aging former captain, he follows his gut rather than the laid down rules, in most situations. These hunches of his often put him in loggerheads with those around- esp the half human, half machine Spock (with his long side burns). As 1st officer, Spock is 2nd in command and the advisor to the captain. The colloquies that result between two as a result, make for the most interesting piece of straight faced humour one could hear. Delivered in textbook English, the tautology in the script and wry humour keeps you wearing smile all thorough the movie.

There are two sub plots that involve personal cum professional relationship between the 1st officer and wife Uhura and the friendship between the Captain and 1st Officer. How, the talented and brave Captain saves the earth from doom is what the story is about. Rest assured, there are dollops of other planets and their moons and inter galactic space shown. With Solar system as its home turf and the rest of the galaxy the workplace, the backdrop of space and space age Earth involved to keep your senses entertained. 4 Stars

Politics and Poetry

Bide your time here and have the exit plans prepared.

Destined to doom, for this nation is for sure

Policy paralysis is at times, at others, its soulless core bared

This rot at the base has no known cure.

Play your cards right, and choose to avoid a fight

expend energy judiciously, avoid puritanical flights

With critical mass reached, the elephant is dragging its feet

It’s end inevitable, the wounds are beginning to bleed

Economic pundits galore will paint a picture clean

asking you to feel good, for the GDP numbers they glean

But the human resource indicators tell another tale

as every single man's credibility here is up for sale

The govt servants afloat in corruption neck deep

every civil servant, has cash stashed in heaps

Black money not the only thing that's black here

the goons occupy the bureaucracy,  their currency is fear

The president an institutional puppet, the Prime minister too

With flailing hands they lead the nation to its doom

Ministers caught with their in hands in the till

The policing gone corrupt, there’s none a righteous kill

Once enlightened people, now descend to the dark ages

Every loud voice asks that the women be kept in cages

Sanity is in short supply for education has been rationed

Thanks to the education scams the ruling class has fashioned

The seeds of ignorance have been sowed so well

Reaping benefit are the politicians, with ‘education’ they sell

Like swarming bees, we have a generation of ignoramus

rioting, raping and remonstrating, proving their ‘machismo’ thus

But if you choose to stay, do make a difference with your vote

speak in NDA’s favour, Narendra Modi should be your rote

should you not heed the advice, do choose your price

an alignment to all vices and thus a cut to the ‘democratic’ size

Ode to the artist

Colouring the canvas with long strokes

with a quiet picture that's in his mind

Paint thrown in a unique combine

with generous dabs and a longish wind

The quiet backdrop acquires a life

colourful in form, muted in desire

Shapes and patterns for space they vie

pools of water along streaks of fire

Ripples from the mind collapse on the shore

distressed hands, their tool of choice

Along the way, they create a life

A thousand words and a single voice

Every sinew, twitch and unending nerve

contribute to the failures or the victory

Lost battles buried in the colourful den

the emergent art is for the world to see

Canvas into oil melds with seamless ease

pain and paint, one ends and other begins

The longest minute and shortest hour

each plays its part as the painter wins.