Sunday, July 05, 2020

Weekly Musings - 1


It’s been 75 days, displaced from my workplace, just like any other migrant worker I came back home.

Is this the new normal – for 5 days we hang on to the phones & PC like our life depends on it. On sat our home is a battel ground – we go down with empty suitcases and come back loaded with whatever Big Basket has to offer, the wife washes every single packet with soap and vegetables with baking powder, the washing machine runs 3 times and after the iron grills of balcony are sanitized, we display our cloths to the world. The kitchen is on overdrive in preparation for the week – what ever pre-cooking can be done, is done so that minimum time is spent in cooking during weekdays. By Sunday evening most of us are battle weary and rest our aching body and get some sleep so we can wake up with a battle cry with our phone in our hand. All of us in our corners – till Friday beckons.
Long back, in one of my post drinking poetic phase, I had said to the drunk people surrounding me. I just need my books and music to pull me through the rest of my life. Well, a lot happened between that night and now. My new normal in the weekend is immersions mostly in reading the weekend newspaper which is my umbilical cord to what’s happening in the non-business world, immersion in books & movies. While the newspaper was added a month back books and movies were my sole companions for the first 60 days.

This week was high on emotion & relationships:

Sun Catcher, By Romesh Gunesekera is a growing up story of Kairo and his idol Jay in a town in Sri Lanka. It’s 19 64, the country is going through it’s communism phase of land reform, nationalisation, Sinhala is about to be made the national language. Kairo, shy, confused of his emotions, trying to define the language of grown up’s eyes, not sure what is right and wrong. Jay is just the opposite – he knows everything, a few years older to him, he is a self-taught environmentalist n automobile engineer n businessman – all rolled in one. While he idolises him – he goes through his enquiries on what is right or wrong. On one hand, in Jay’s backyard he build an aviary to protect birds on the other hand when he goes to his farm, he hunts birds and kills them. Then there is the squabbling parents in both households – who keep fighting, lost in their own world and trying to give their best to their boys while hanging on to their jobs in a difficult phase of Sri Lanka. It took me back to my childhood and how I coped with my existential crisis and how it shaped my life at home and away from home. I spent some time sipping my tea in my balcony and looking at clouds as memories drifted in & out – till it was time to come back to my new normal.
I loved some of the quotes which the author slipped in, which I am producing below:

“You nibble at everything to find out the truth only when you are young. The adult mind just wants to forget, or escape.” – Ibrahim the book keeper.

“I had no understanding of the compromises by which the adult world found it’s temporary equilibrium, whether between partners, lovers, families or tribes.” - Kairo  
“A sense of fore-boding is hard for a young boy to separate from terror….” – Kairo

“I wish I could make something both beautiful and unbreakable.” – Jay

“A firefly is never alone because when he looks up all the starts sparkle with him.” Jay

After the last chapter aptly titled fireflies where Kairo (now a grown up) tries to physically experience what he experienced as a child with Jay like the large flock’s of birds coming inland to nest in the evening, which could be seen only in a specific point in a secluded beach and was discovered by Jay. He keeps waiting but not a single bird turn up.
As I created the book, I also felt a huge sense of loss – In 6 years space, Maa & Baba passed away leaving behind a void which nothing can fill. For all my misgivings – the only thing I have left is their memories. The book re-kindled some of my childhood memories

Winter Sleep, A Turkish film which caught my attention some time back because it got the Palme d’Or in 2014. I saw it in 2 parts. Not people can see the 3 hr+ movie. But who see it will savour it for it’s slow pace, beautiful & serene photography (shot in Cappadocia – an ancient heritage site in Turkey which is famous for cave hotels as I discovered after I saw the movie). In fact, the movie is shot in a cave hotel which is run by Aydin a former actor who despite all his attempts retired as failed actor.
While you can read about the movie here, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winter_Sleep_(film).
The movie is built like a lengthy novel or a play, which has many layers and slowly you uncover the layers through dialogues / interactions between characters. Many things are unsaid and left to interpretations which you connect later – like the roadie who stays in his hotel, he does not have a planned destination, he has his tent food etc packed in his bags and just goes where the road takes his, he discovers every day. It’s brief conversation of 10 mnts but it showcases Alydin’s desire or maybe a lost dream that he could do this or should have done it in the past. While that is in his mind he justifies his present with the fact that he is writing a book on Turkish theatre and he also rode through Europe in his younger days.

End Note: I discovered
Didi Contractor, https://www.thehindu.com/society/our-post-independence-cities-are-so-ugly-didi-contractor/article31980225.ece. Read about this 90 year old who is a self-taught architect who stays in Kangra valley since 19 70’s, and has painstakingly studied local building traditions to create structures that are as magical as they are this-worldly. She reminded me of Hoard Roark of Fountainhead.

Ashish Birulee This anti-nuclear activist and photojournalist from Jharkhand’s Jadugoda is fighting for the rights of his people and making their stories heard (https://www.livemint.com/mint-lounge/features/lounge-heroes-ashish-birulee-rising-out-of-a-nuclear-wasteland-11593747542673.html)

2 books which got added to my list
-          Perumal Murugan’s first novel which got translated after 30 year, Rising Heat.
-          Less by Andrew Sean Greer who won a Pulitzer prize for this book in 2017



Cheers! Have a great week. (For once I uploaded the same day 😊)