Everybody Loves a Good Hartal

  
21. Feb.2013 - Like yesterday, today is also an idle day for us in Kerala. There is no work. In fact we could not go to work. Or, to be more apt, we are not keen to go to work. Yes, it is yet another Hartal and this time as a novelty, it is for 48 hours. For many of my less fortunate friends who are working for big corporates in cities outside Kerala it was business as usual. In their busy schedule they, understandably, have failed to take note of the All India Hartal which invariably transforms into a Bandh at least in Kerala. This is why we in Kerala are really lucky. Savouring the sweet feeling of Hartal solitude is much richer than a weeklong vacation to a distant hill station.

As on all Hartal days (since my childhood), I took a midmorning walk along the highway (NH-17) to gauge the Hartal spirit. The summer rains, which lashed a couple of days back, have brought a fresh energy on everything around. And today this freshness is enriched by a profound silence. The otherwise overcrowded road is in a desolate mood. The buses which fume around spitting their smoke are silently observing a penance in their stands. A few private vehicles ply occasionally. Otherwise the surroundings are completely calm, composed and ideal for a road side meditation. An old man peddaled past me on his bicycle – in a rhythm of a sweet lullaby. The policeman on guard near a Government office is enjoying a leisurely time with the newspaper.  At an otherwise busy junction, which has a big mango tree, children are all over the branches plucking its raw mangoes. Today, instead of the disgusting shrill of speeding vehicles I heard the melodious resonant call of a cuckoo perched on a distant tree. Today, instead of the usual stench of burning fuel, I felt the whiff of budding jackfruit flowers. Today, instead of the frantic rush, everything around felt so poetic. It is the special vibes of this sweet little expedition to a nostalgic world which makes Hartal in Kerala so special.

So who is feeling Hartal is so bad? To be frank, to this day, I am yet to find someone who has a genuine dislike for non-violent Hartals carried out in a professional manner with due respect to critical services (like Hospitals, Ambulances). Who is not happy to get a break from an otherwise monotonous grind? Hartal is probably the only time when all the family members are at home having the breakfast, lunch and dinner together. It is not about being lazy. It is not about being complacent. It is an occasional reward for our hard labour and an opportunity to rejuvenate ourselves. 

Let us take yet another perspective. Hartal is the only day where we all collectively contribute to our environment. Carbon emission gets decimated on these Hartal days. There is less soot, less litter and relatively less use of power (as shops and offices remain closed). Let us give our Mother Earth a breather! The road accidents are few and the emergency aid vehicles or ambulances need not worry about traffic jams.

But in spite of the benefits of these non-violent peaceful solitary Hartals, we still find reports of revenue loss which are in crores. Like the revenue loss reported by our ever-weeping super rich petroleum companies, this arithmetic of revenue is difficult to conceive (unless if it is due to violence or sabotage). For big corporates, loss due to a Hartal is just a trifle – or they take it as an opportunity to ensure their Risk mitigation plans are in place. For small companies, closing their business for a day is not going to be end of world. For hotels and tea shops this is the best time to do some cleanup – plastering the rat hole there, cleaning the sewage here – nowadays the Food Inspectors are on a prowl. For shop owners and street vendors closing their business during Hartal is a happily accepted collective loss (since all the shops are closed, no one feels any grudge). In fact they are the ones who use this time for much needed break – like my neighbor, a shop owner, who used this break for a pilgrimage to Tirupathi. Now don’t tell Hartal results in a loss to Government exchequer in Kerala. The Beverages Corporation’s liquor sales before the Hartal is enough to make sure our exchequer is safe, strong and peppered with profits.

Though Hartal is now used as a form of civil disobedience, time is not far for this Gandhian concept to take a new role for a greater cause. Looking at the reckless exploitation of our natural resources and the progressive pollution trend, a peaceful, non-violent implementation of occasional Hartals might become a necessity to save our Environment as well as our families!

An Autobiography

A mediocre personality with almost all human vulnerabilities.
A “believe all” kind getting easily manipulated.
Who ate meat against his family culture resulting in repeated lying to parents.
With an affinity towards sensual pleasures even when his father was at death bed.
Who almost slipped into moral lapses – not once, but on four occasions in his life.
With a wardrobe having a chimney-pot hat, an evening suit made in Bond Street and a double watch-chain of gold.
Who would travel only in first class. Who took dancing lessons and violin class to become an English gentleman.
Who learnt law, but fainted to give a speech even to a small group.

Wonder who is this man? He is none other than - 

The man who did penance and fasting for his country and countrymen.
The man who conquered his carnal tendencies with his power of total celibacy.
The man who went on to survive on fruits and nuts.
The man who traveled all over India in extremely filthy third class compartment.
The man whose wardrobe was nothing but a dhoti using hand spun Khadi.
The man without a penny against his name - but whose every word was heard and followed by millions of an entire nation.
The man who is ruthlessly true to his conscience, who preached and followed “Ahimsa” and fought against the most powerful nation just with his “Non-violence”.
The man who inspired not just a Nation, but the entire World just by transforming himself - Mahatma!

33 years have gone out from my life. It is only now I could read it. I may not have read it so deep if I had got it before. It is only now I have realized – what it needs to do experiments with Truth. There is only one Mahatma. There can only be one.

A must read – for those who feel they know what it needs to become a true leader and those who don’t know what it needs to become a true human being.

An Autobiography - The Story of My Experiments with Truth – M.K.Gandhi
Copyright - Navajivan Trust, Rs.50, First Edition 6000 copies, 1927, Original text in Gujarathi.

An Autobiography

A mediocre personality with almost all human vulnerabilities.
A “believe all” kind getting easily manipulated.
Who ate meat against his family culture resulting in repeated lying to parents.
With an affinity towards sensual pleasures above his father at death bed.
Who almost slipped into moral lapses – not once, but in four occasions during his life.
With a wardrobe having a chimney-pot hat, an evening suit made in Bond Street and a double watch-chain of gold.
Who would travel only in first class. Who took dancing lessons and violin class to become an English gentleman.
Who learnt law, but fainted to give a speech even to a small group.

Wonder who is this man? He is none other than …

The man who did penance and fasting for his country and countrymen.
The man who conquered his carnal tendencies with his power of total celibacy.
The man who went on to survive on fruits and nuts.
The man who travelled all over India in extremely filthy third class compartment.
The man whose wardrobe was nothing but a dhoti using handspun Khadi.
The man without a penny against his name - but whose every word was heard and followed by millions of an entire nation.
The man who was ruthlessly true to his conscience, who preached and followed “Ahimsa” and fought against the most powerful nation just with his “Non-violence”.
The man who inspired not just a Nation, but the entire World just by transforming himself.


Mahatma.

33 years have gone. It is only now I have found him. It is only now I have realized – what it needs to do experiments with Truth. There is only one Mahatma. There can only be one.

(A must read – for those who feel they know what it needs to become a true leader and for those who don’t know what it needs to become a true human being)

An Autobiography - The Story of My Experiments with Truth – M.K.Gandhi
Copyright - Navajivan Trust, Rs.50, First Edition 6000 copies, 1927, Original text in Gujarathi. 

Two Gifts!

The Carrom men glided over, hit through and pocketed themselves presenting a beautiful gift for my wrist; The Chess men crushed past, dashed down and checked all in great pomp presenting sweet victories for my soul and divine music to my ears!

The Light Thief (2010)


The Light Thief (Svet-ake)  (2010)
Kyrgyzstan

A plausible plot. Weak narration. Weaker depiction. That is what we feel as The Light Thief take away those 80 minutes from us. The soft background music, the mountainous Kyrgyzstan landscape and the strong winds bring some energy along with few vertical shots.

But other than that the Aktan Arym Kubat movie fails in all other aspects. The role of protagonist is vague. Several scenes seemed unnecessary. The village itself is portrayed as barren with lazy people. Old men playing cards and rusty youth after horse riding. Naturally, the traditions, the culture move towards its inevitable doom.


There is nothing to take for the viewers at the end which is the biggest disappointment - the light really gets stolen! May be the movie is a reflection of the economic hardships of Kyrgyzstan which happens to be the second poorest country in Central Asia. A movie for those who don’t know anything else other than watching movies.

The Clown (2011)

The Clown (2011) – (O Palhaco - Portugese)
Director: Selton Mello
Country: Brazil
Duration: 90 minutes
Language: Portugese

Watching the performance of the clowns she bursts into laughter. Then when the "bravest lady" enters the stage, her face turns gloomy. She is Guilhermina, the little girl of true wisdom.

"The Clown", brilliantly picturised in the backdrop of Brazilian landscape takes us to the realm of "spirituality" in a very unique way. The movie neither preaches, nor makes any statement. In a very subtle manner it demos the power of morals and strength of unflinching belief through the mind of a little girl, who for me is the real protagonist.

All through the 90 minutes, we travel along with the circus troupe with a group of uninspired artists just trying to do what they know. We feel their helplessness, their unheeded little needs, deep pain behind their laughter, shrewd deceit and the unparallel hardships.

Among all these common traits of everyman is little Guilhermina whose mother always teach her the right way and true morals of life.

"If you ever need anything pray to Saint Genesius. He's the patron of musicians, comedians and clowns."

The words of her mother get hardcoded in her little mind as she turns out to be the saviour of the circus troupe.

"I'm brave and protected by Saint Genesius the saint who looks after the artists!"

Selton Mello portrays the dispassionate circus life in a creditable way.

Cinematography is just brilliant with dusty South American landscape brilliantly fused well with the bright colours inside the circus tent. The unique background score comes with a fresh whiff of breeze and the screenplay is easily the best without getting noticed much. 

A fantastic movie for all!