Saturday, December 29, 2012

Compartment of Helplessness


Is she a brave heart? I don't know. For all the praises heaped on her, all I realise is how helpless she must have been... How helpless she must have felt. 

What wrong did she do? She went to watch Life of Pi just like many of us had. She boarded a bus just like many of us do. She was unfortunate... I have not been so. That's the only difference. 

I am no brave heart. She is no brave heart either. We are individuals who enjoyed being with are loved ones. we loved Richard Parker. We do not need brave hearts. We need stronger laws, strong will of law enforcing agencies. 

We reap what we sow. We have become so self-centred in our lives that we are happy being in our own compartments. We have become so insensitive that we do not bother to douse the fire in the next compartment because it doesn't affect us. We are selfish. I am selfish.

We are helpless because we haven't helped ourselves. We wanted to become doctors and engineers... And not that our parents wanted us to be social service providers but only and only because, we and our parents wanted to live a good life. We became MBAs because we wanted a good future for our family. How many of us wanted to become a policeman or a teacher? I remember how my parents and friends looked at me when I said I wanted to become a police... The looks said it all and I thought it must be very wrong to become one. 

I did not become one. 

What I have become is a helpless individual who checks his anger and turns the other way round even when he sees something which made his blood boil when he was.a child, when he was in his teens. Why did I change? Where did I go wrong? Why am I no more the angry guy I used to be? 

I chose the easy life. I chose to lead a comfortable life. I chose to live a life of luxury within my compartment. But you don't live an entire life within the 4 walls...you can't survive on your own. Prayers don't suffice well being of you and your family and friends.

But then God is the sole consolation for helpless guys like us. I pray to HIM to give courage to the guy who accompanied the lady to Life of Pi, who accompanied her in boarding the bus. He must be as helpless as I am feeling today.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Mohun Bagan is an Institution... or was!!!




I am a Mohun Bagan supporter by birth. There were no options, actually. I was born into a family who contributed in making Mohun Bagan, the institution it is… or was!


Mohun Bagan has been going through a dark phase… it has been years that we have not won a tournament of the highest order. Our officials signed the best of the foreign recruits… Odafa Okolie and Tolgay Ozbey. We hoped and believed that 2012-13 will be ours and ours only.

But, then we had a reality check very soon. We lost early in the Federation Cup and had a bad start to IFA League and the I League. As our officials are best at, the easiest solution was to get a new coach. We welcomed Karim Bencharifa with open arms hoping that his Midas touch will take us places. Well, football is a team game and within first 3 matches, it was very evident that the diagnosis was wrong… Karim Bencharifa is not the medicine for the problems plaguing Mohun Bagan.

But that didn’t stop me from being hopeful… I believed… and I truly believed that the current set of players can steady our ship and Yes, they can beat East Bengal on December 9th. It did not stop me from shouting and telling my colleagues, friends, juniors of the East Bengal brethren that “yes, you are looking good… you are playing well and yes, I won’t be surprised if you win the I League… but, stay assured, we are going to beat you on 9th”.

I was very hopeful and I readied myself, here in Mumbai, to watch Mohun Bagan take on East Bengal. I had switched on my TV set around the 25th minute of the game. It was the usual Indian fare on display. Tough fight to control the mid-field, miss-passes galore… but what was evident was no one wanted to give an inch of the control away.

Penn Orji made a great run for East Bengal on the right flank but we defended well. East Bengal was seemingly gaining possession when Biswajit Saha fouled Chidi outside the box. The referee shows a yellow card but not to Biswajit Saha but to Syed Rahim Nabi for showing dissent and arguing. Was it necessary, Nabi?

Minutes later, East Bengal gets awarded another free-kick and we are penalized with another yellow card. No, Stanley did not commit the foul… but because he (being part of the 2 member wall) moved well within 10 yards before the kick was being taken and the ball had hit him. Was this necessary, Stanley?

The referee asked the kick to be taken again and East Bengal went ahead through a brilliant header by Khabra. I was shocked but I knew we will make a comeback led by the able Odafa.

But then within minutes, it was clear that it’s not going to be that ways. Another foul and another protest… an angry one. And Odafa Okolie was red carded. With that lay dead the hopes of millions of Mohun Bagan fans. Was it necessary, Odafa?

We were down by a goal only. How often have we seen teams come back from behind and winning! We knew we were the weaker side based on the current form… but I am sure we had a strategy in place to beat East Bengal. There have been so many instances where the mighty have fallen. I was sure East Bengal’s record of unbeaten run will be defeated by us only.

3 cards were shown by the referee and none for committing a direct foul. All for indiscipline. Does this tell a story? Why didn’t the coach or officials warn our players that things are not going right? Why didn’t they ask the players to keep calm.

Was it a Red Card? Yes, it definitely was. You can’t just act with a referee like that. If you watch the video, it can be seen while Odafa runs across to the referee, the referee moves away but Odafa was hell bent on proving his point. Why Captain? Why? Playing in front of a lac in the stadium and lacs watching you on television, what were you trying to prove? Is that how an Icon / a role model should behave with a referee? Sorry, you disappointed big time. You let us down.

I find it surprising to read journalists and few ex-footballers and even the Mohun Bagan coach say that “though the Red Card decision was right but the referee could have warned him with the Yellow card only”. Why? Why should the referee do that? Just because, he happens to be Mohun Bagan’s goal machine. He can’t abuse the referee in front of a lac of spectators like that. What is the example that he is trying to create? What will the new generation learn… that referees can be abused? No.

Will Lionel Messi be allowed to go scotfree after doing something similar in a World Cup Final? Never.

It’s your action which added ghee to the inflammable ambience… it’s your action which caused bottles and a brick to be thrown to the ground… it’s your action which prompted someone amongst us to target the referee and hit the unlikely Rahim Nabi. What was even more shocking is that you were neither shocked nor surprised on being shown the Red Card. You were sure that is what you deserved.

What followed was total mayhem… the game stopped and began only after Nabi was carried away to hospital and replaced by Snehasish.

Half time… we go off the pitch and we never come back.

I am sure it’s not just me but millions of Mohun Bagan supporters have been mocked by our friends of East Bengal, “ki Dada, e-bhabe paliye gele?”

Had it been earlier, Mohun Bagan Athletic Club would have surely come back and fought with East Bengal even with 10 men. But then, this is McDowell Mohun Bagan. It’s not the same club, it’s not the same values and it’s not the same character.

I feel sad. I am sad. I am ashamed.

Why did we not play? There wasn’t enough security for the players? There was a complete breakdown of administration? There was a law & order problem? Why?

Whatever may have Uttam Babu written on the letter to AIFF with respect to “feeling threatened” and “absence of security” doesn’t suffice reason to not take field. Why did we start the game then after the Rahim Nabi was sent to hospital? We should have walked out right then. Why did we play for those final 2 minutes of the 1st half? Why? Did the situation change for worse in those 15 minutes of half time?

Sorry, this is not what my Mohun Bagan stands for!

It is a very wrong decision. A very dangerous precedent has been set. We can’t walk away from a game just because the match has been organized by the other team. For a minute, imagine Mohun Bagan leading East Bengal by 2-0… 10 minutes left in 2nd half and East Bengal supporters starts throwing external elements to the ground… East Bengal officials feel that there is a lack of security and walks off with their team.

Is this acceptable? Unfortunate… but that’s where we seem to be heading. And I can see the writing on the wall… this will be reciprocated by East Bengal supporters some day in very near future.

If I am representing Mohun Bagan, I ought to be different. If I am representing Mohun Bagan, it ought to reflect in my pride. If I am representing Mohun Bagan, my actions need to speak louder. If I am representing Mohun Bagan, my vision needs to be towards ensuring a bright future for the game of Football in India.

Unfortunate that our present day officials do not believe in that. The action reeks of attempt to shift the focus from the supporters who have stood by the club always from the non-performance over the last 2 years… in this melee, it is being swept aside that have made a poor team, we have incompetent players who shouldn’t be even donning the Green Maroon shirt. It’s unfortunate, that our players (and professionals are expected to give their best and manage their temperament) could not manage their tempers and lost the fight with East Bengal. The officials may continue saying had we played the game, we could have won but we were not in a position to play the game. The officials may keep reiterating “We will take the AIFF to FIFA if we are suspended”, fact remains Odafa remains at greater danger if the matter actually gets escalated to FIFA.

I have been let down by our Club officials. I have been let down by our Captain.

We made a mistake. December 9, 2012 is our day of mistake. Time to acknowledge and seek forgiveness from our forefathers, who built the pillars of Mohun Bagan Club, time to seek forgiveness from the beautiful game of Football, time to seek forgiveness from the lovers of the game.

Mohun Bagan is an institution and it deserves a lot more from the players, supporters and administrators.



Who am I?

My grand-father happened to be the Captain of Mohun Bagan from 1921-26… and those were the days when referees blatantly misused their power against Mohun Bagan. When he left the game in 1935, it was also in protest of referring, with IFA contemplating action against him but even then he never abused the referee.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

The Man Who Never Died... My moments with YC

http://www.gomolo.com/jab-tak-hai-jaan-movie-review/44081/1892467



As I walked in to Chandan Cinema at Juhu for the 1st Day 1st Show of Jab Tak Hain Jaan, it was me venturing to a single screen theatre after ages… I couldn’t recall when the last time I had been to a single screen theater. As the lights dimmed, well into the first few reels, amongst the hullabo of a day 1 crowd, a man gingerly walked in and sat next to me… white shirt and trouser along with the Dev Anand cap. Was disturbed by the late-comer walking across me for in front was Akira (Anushka) stripping to her bare essentials in the picturesque Ladakh. As I rudely gave him a stare, I felt I have seen him somewhere… Yesss… Yes… Yes. It’s… realizing that I recognized him, he put a finger across his lips and as if to tell me… “do not shout… please”.



At the interval, I told him, “I am not going to let you go without a byte”. And as soon as the 3hr 10 minute epic saga ended, I rounded him to the nearby CCD for a chat.




GP: Yash Ji, what are you doing here?
Yash Chopra: Just came around to see how the final product looks like.



GP: But did you not go to the premiere last night?
YC: Nahin baba, yesterday night we were having our own party… to celebrate our spirit. Don’t you see I have got Dev Saab’s cap… so that people don’t reckon me but then even then you recognized me.



GP: Who will not recognize you, Yashji… after all we are (GO)(MO)vie(LO)vers. But why did you choose Chandan, a single screen theater? You could have gone to any of the multiplexes and watched it.
YC: Single screen theaters give you the real feeling and moreover, they are charging exorbitant ticket prices at the multiplexes this Diwali… I wanted to protest this.



GP: So how did you find the final product? How did you like?
YC: Thoda lamba ho gaya yaar. Bit lengthy… I was getting restless. Don’t you think so?



GP: But, this was an epic saga of love… epic hain toh thoda lamba toh hoga hi.
YC: Thanks. Thanks a lot. You are correct. The scale is big… top ka hero heroine liya, we shot in Kashmir after so many years, saath mein A R Rahman & Gulzar. It had to be an epic movie. 



GP: Aur?
YC: First half thoda jama nahin. I had told Adi when we were scripting, that the script needs to be tight… but then ab aur post-mortem karke kya faayda.



GP: Yeah, you are very correct… the script looked flawed and without reasoning at times… Your hero moves out of London and suddenly becomes a bomb expert… and it seemed as if only Samar Anand (Shah Rukh Khan) knew how to diffuse bombs in Indian Army. Later, the hero out of nowhere goes and fixes bombs on a train in Britain was simply outlandish. 
YC: I told Adi repeatedly to be careful… par kya karein… bachche ab bade ho gaye hain. 



GP: But, aap toh Director ho?
YC: Sorry yaar… kabhi kabhie ho jaata hain. 



GP: Btw, it was good to see your kabhi kabhie couple (Rishi Kapoor and Neetu Singh Kapoor)… very interesting.
YC: Yeah, small roles but good to see them back.



GP: Par Sir… Yash Chopra romance mein infidelity ko certification? Heroines mother runs off with another man… gets married… settles down!
YC: Ab kya karein… zamana badal gaya hain… ab toh yeh ghar ghar ki baat hain… Adi ka hi script hain… hamare zamane ka Raja-Rani ki prem kahaani toh raha nahin. They know what is better for them. 



GP: Hmmm… Ladakh and Kashmir looks ethereal.
YC: Yeah, Anil Mehta (Cinematographer) has done a fabulous job. He has picturised Ladakh and Kashmir truly beautiful.



GP: Very true… you had a very strong support system… AR Rahman and Gulzar did create magic. The songs are good.
YC: Ab Rahman aur Gulzar ke baare mein kya bataaon… they are champions in their own rights.



GP: Yeah… you are right. Aur batao Sir… Katrina is a revelation.
YC: Yes, she performed very well. She looks very glamorous and pretty throughout the film. This must be her best performance ever.



GP: What about Anushka? Isn’t she getting type casted?
YC: She is young... she will improve with time.



GP: What about your Hero?
YC: Shah Rukh is like my son… He kept telling me to make films… phir wohi puranawala Shah Rukh… puranawala Raj… this is for him. He is the backbone of the film. He is just too good.



GP: Absolutely, SRK is the best part of Jab Tak Hain Jaan… he emotes so well. Just, he looks to have aged…
YC: Yeah, he looks aged in the 1st half… 2nd half, he is far better with the beard and the stubble… where he plays his age. Ab, he has been playing Raj for 20 years now.



GP: Right Yash Ji… so how does it feel? 
YC: I am happy… audience ne ceetee khub bajaayee. Happy for them.



GP: Ek shikayat hain aap se…
YC: Kya?



GP: Yash Chopra ka film aur heroine ek baar bhi saree nahi???
YC: Kya karoon beta… ab hamara zamana raha hi nahin… Adi ka script hain, Adi ka story hain… usme tha… lekin Bhagwan ka script kuchh alag ho gaya.



GP: Thanks, Yash Ji. But, why did you come late? Mujhe toh gussa aaya tha tab… saamne Anushka aur aap view obstruct kar rahein the…
YC: Sach mein zamana badal gaya hain… Kya karoon beta… maine bola tha Adi ko… Yash Chopra ke film mein heroine bikini mein… dekha nahin jaayega mujhse! 



GP: Thank You, Yash Ji. You know what I liked about your movie… the Hero is an idealist… the Heroine is an idealist… they are utopian… too good to be true… but then, somewhere between our hearts, we all want good things to be true.
YC: Thanks, beta.



GP: Yash Ji, felt nice talking with you. Rest in Peace.


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Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Manna Da, Pronam Neben

It was yesterday morning and I was going through my FB, when I read that Manna Da is no more. Unfortunately, I misread it as Manna De. It was only while scrolling down, there was another post on Sailen Manna... and then I realised it was Manna Da.


To few he was Sailen Manna... for the rest he was Manna Da. He was Manna Da to my father... and when I discussed about him with my father, he was Manna Da only.

When did first see him? Maybe when I was 4-5 years of age and when the statue of my grand-pa was unveiled at the Maidan. My dad must have said to me, “Pronam karo” and I must have done the same. I remember he stood patiently with the smile on, when all our family members got themselves clicked with him.

A tall man with a smiling face... what strikes you when you meet him is his simplicity. I have always seen him in white shirts tucked out.

On every occasion that belonged to my grand-father, Manna Da was around... and he was one of the 1st to arrive at the venue. And whenever he arrived, the first thing he would do was to go to the ladies of the family wherever they were sitting, do a Namaskar and enquire about their wellbeing. This happened over the years on every 20th August at Maidan to celebrate Dadu’s birthday.

Chuni Goswami, Manna Da and Shyamal Sen at an event to celebrate Gostha Paul's 113th birthday

Manna Da, along with Chuni Goswami, P K Banerjee and K V Raghunatha Reddy, the then Governor of West Bengal, had unveiled the postage stamp and 1st day cover to celebrate the 102nd birthday of dadu.

Every time I heard him speak of dadu on his birthdays, I found him very respectful and he used to talk to the young boys present on the occasions on what they should look to emulate from Gostha Paul. Gostha Paul was “Gostha Babu” to Manna Da, the 1st and 2nd Padma Shris of football and the true “Gharer Chhele-s” of Mohun Bagan.

Even I had an interaction with Manna Da. I was working with Wockhardt Hospitals in Calcutta. On the occasion of World Health Day, we launched “Suraksha Bandhan”, an initiative wherein the young ones would take a pledge to secure healthcare for their grand-parents. The initiative was to be launched at the Raj Bhavan by Viren J Shah, the Governor. I was asked to get couple of celebrities for the event.

I called Manna Da and sought an appointment. I was asked to come down to his house at Park Circus. When I reached, his wife opened the door and made me sit in the drawing room. Soon, he walked in... in a white shirt and lungi. I told him about the event and invited him. He agreed and said that “we are shifting to our new home at Salt Lake and you need to pick me up from there”. I was more than happy. Then, I told him “ami Gostha Paul-er naati, Nirangsu’r chhele”. “Oh... tumi Nirangsu’r chhele, Gostho babu’r naati... khoob bhaalo... chinta koro na, ami asbo”.

He did come down and not in the vehicle that we had sent for him... that broke down midway. He suggested my colleague that we go in a cab rather than waiting for the vehicle to get running again and they came in the cab. He was very happy to be part of the event, he was very happy to meet the Hon’ble Governor. When he spoke, he remember his Olympic days, he talked about Asian Games and he reiterated time and again, he felt good to have been invited to Raj Bhavan. But somewhere I felt what he left unsaid was pain / hurt at being left out in the current day scheme of things.

The likes of Gostha Pauls and Umapati Kumars and Sailen Mannas would have never talked about what they did not get from the current day club officials... they could never talk about being sidelined by the club officials post their prime because somewhere they always felt they were happy to be part of the institution named Mohun Bagan... they never accounted for what they are getting but they believed they are what they are for the Club. They never expressed their sentiments for them, the club was their all. The club officials have always taken advantage of the same... the Gosthas and the Mannas are perfect photo-opportunity moments for them and the power hungry.

There have been years that on my grand-father’s birthday Mohun Bagan club were represented by the gardener of the club. The officials find it difficult to come down to his statue, which is at a stone-throw distance from the club. Did that make us (the family) happy? It was the gardener who used to tell my father and uncles, “Babu, tent-e aasben... chhobita aaj saajiyechhi”.

While there is a huge hue and cry and I see hundreds of Mohun Bagan supporters livid at Manna Da’s daughter for not allowing the hearse to come to Mohun Bagan ground, I am not surprised. My father stopped going to Mohun Bagan ground for a long time when the Mohun Bagan officials showed utter disrespect. I stopped going to the club.

If Gostha Paul has been neglected, I am sure even Sailen Manna has been. Some would say, “Club baro, Institution baro”... Unfortunately, for us, the children, “Baba” comes first.

So, when Anjan Mitra says, “Amra o-ke Mohun Bagan ratno diyechhi”, I would simply tell him, “Mr Mitra, Sailen Manna is a jewel in the crown of Mohun Bagan... Mohun Bagan ratno deoway Manna Da ratno honni”. What people forget is “Actions speak louder than words”.

Manna Da, bhalo thakben. Pronam neben.



Wednesday, February 8, 2012

GIR's BAANI: Cherish it, Relish it... let it melt...

GIR's BAANI: Cherish it, Relish it... let it melt...

Cherish it, Relish it... let it melt...

Statutory Warning:


I do not write film reviews for a living and hence what you read (if you bother to read) will not be an “Adarsh” review but views of a fanatic who has enjoyed big screen from 5 metres many a times.



“Dirty Picture” took me back to my childhood... err college days, I must say when my popular destination with the saved pocket money used to be the little known (rather pretended to be little known since I have seen many known faces make a visit) Chhayas, Khannas, Pradips, Bhawanis, Bidhushrees... in between the D grade Hollywood stuff, there existed a popular clientele for the Silks, Shakeelas... and needless to say, however we may have enjoyed, they were never discussed beyond the closed walls of the theatres.



The Dirty Picture brings everything out of the closet to mainstream and celebrates bosoms, boobs and “C” grade movie making in its full glory. Probably, never before in Indian film history has families celebrated getting dirty together... thanks Milan Luthria.



The Dirty Picture is journey of Reshma or Silk (and all of us), a small town girl who dreams of making it big (we all do)... and she uses, utilises and practices the talent (her physicality and dancing abilities) and reaches the zenith of success in right and not so right ways (so similar to most of us). And then begins the journey downhill (we all do). What follows is the Bindass babe getting heart-broken and broken as Emraan Hashmi (playing Abraham, the ”ART” director turned “Masala” Hero) says “dil toot-te nahin, sab kuchh toot-te hain”. The Dirty Picture strikes the right chord because it’s the story of an underdog... who is rejected, subjected to butt of jokes and yet who makes it on her own terms.



Vidya Balan’s Silk graduates Vidya to a different league after Ishqiya, Paa, NOKJ. We always knew Vidya to be a great performer... but no one ever took physicality in acting to a greater level than Vidya’s Silk. Over the past decade, we have had actors trying to get closer to human milieu by changing their appearances, body-language and mannerisms in Krishh, Black, Ghajini, MNIK... but even in their changed appearances, the actors meant everything that ought to be attached with stardom... they were glamour personified.



The vision of Milan Luthria portrays the Silk in Vidya from a rustic village belle to a glamour girl and subsequently degenerating to a “fat, ugly, fattier” egoist who refuses to let go of her prime even in her sunset and darkest nights in bouts of drinking.



No mainstream actresses have been brave like Vidya on the screen to go the whole hog to get in to the skin of Silk and mercilessly kill the “Vidya Balan”. If it can be compared to anyone it has to be with BIG B in Paa. But where she excels and goes beyond the extraordinary is in her pursuit to attain perfection, she looks pathetic, is repulsive not just to her on-screen paramours but to the common man’s “heroine”... and she is unapologetic about it. Perfection, performance... reaches a new level... and as an audience, I get a new high.



If Vidya Balan is the back-bone of The Dirty Picture, what holds true and ably supports her is her co-stars and brilliant dialogues.



When I saw Jack and Jill last month (courtesy Gomolo.in), it was a certain gentleman by the name of Al Pacino who whacked me with his performance... he mocked Al Pacino (the star), subjected himself to the butt of jokes and ridicule and did everything to dismantle the star that he is... and yet the 5 feet frame stood taller than everyone. Naseeruddin Shah’s Suryakant does that if not more. Playing a Super-egoist, lecherous, Super Star of the 80s, Mr Shah mouthing some of corny dialogues is Super Fun.



Emraan Hashmi is as good as he ever was, as the narrator and director, who hates the kind of “Silky” movies but eventually fall prey to. The Calcutta lad, Rajesh Sharma (as Selva Ganesh, the mentor of Silk and “many others”) is brilliant in his pivotal role. Tusshar (sans Kapoor) is as good or as bad as he ever has been. Good to see Anju Mahendroo back on screen after ages.



Rajat Arora’s writing and dialogues are as wacky as wackiest has ever been.



The music is “ooh la la”.



Milan Luthria should be credited for pulling off one of the brilliant “biopic” and gifting us with a Vidya Balan who pushes the notches higher for the leading actors.



We all have a bit of Silk in our lives... desires, egos, loneliness, fantasies, cravings, haughtiness, guts, depressions, dirty secrets... the Cadbury... cherish it, relish it... let it melt... loving it!!!





PS: Thanks to Amitava Bhattacharya and Pritam Roy... I actually made it.