Saturday, June 18, 2011

Proclamation of National Loss for the ‘one’ who was hounded out of the nation!!

‘National Loss’, that’s how our Prime Minister Manmohan Singh expressed grief over the death of India’s  famous yet controversial painter, M.F. Hussain.
At 97, Husain was as prolific that was quintessential of the artist for he was working on Al-Ahrab, the Arab Civilization. Through a slew of almost 99 paintings Hussain Sahab was trying to pay a tribute to the unprecedented way in which this civilization had propelled the very race of humans be it in Astronomy, Science, and myriad other facets that have revolutionized the very lives of mortals inhabiting the Earth. This work was commissioned at the behest of none other than Qatar’s First Lady Sheikh Mozah, that was the stature of the painter who was hounded out of our nation and now his countrymen seem to be affected with a sense of bereavement that seems to be a mere patina on the face of sheer humiliation the artist of his stature had to endure.
His life was a mosaic of stints that are inspiring at one go and some others that might baffle, those that might ultimately compel you to simply appreciate his panache and prowess coupled with an unflinching commitment towards his inherent passion. His humble beginning comprised of painting for the posters of Bollywood films and then a big breakthrough came in the 1940s after which there was no looking back for the legendary painter. His work soon acquired the pedestal the entire nation could reckon with, after all Maqbool Fida was finally revving it up in his own charismatic way! While the year 1955 witnessed the Padma Shree being awarded to him, the other two Ps of national recognition were bestowed on him as well that included Padma Bhushan in 1973 and Padma Vibhushan Award in 1991.
The man who garnered some of the best bids when it came to auctions for he didn’t shrug one bit in taking up the cudgels at a time when few could imagine that art can command lofty figures as well. His creativity spawned across cinema as well as he came up with tableaus that might not be whopping commercial success yet carved a niche quintessential of Hussain that just missed out when it came to striking the chord with the audience. His very first film ‘Through the Eyes of a Painter’ in 1967 was included to be a part of the Berlin Film Festival and came out with flying colors when it grabbed the Golden Bear. Gaj Gamini (2000) and Meenaxi followed but ended without even making a fizz at the box office.
The artist was literally hounded out of the country in 2006 when RSS activists coupled with legal hassles over his paintings depicting Hindu goddesses in alleged objectionable state were showcased, causing him to flee the country he had inhabited for nearly ninety years! It was one of his paintings that made the right-wing activists cry hoarse against the artist wherein a nude woman was seen bending in a way that came out marking the geographical contours of India, thus projecting herself to be Mother India. It did send quite a many fuming with inexplicable rage as they believed that the nonagenarian had transgressed boundaries he should have kept a safe distance from. While M.F. went into exile making Qatar his temporary haven, the question that pops up in my mind with a sense of what you may call general psyche being inflicted with double-entendre, is to what extent is it justified to inhibit anyone simply because it’s not gelling with your sensibilities. If you didn’t like his art or were not able to comprehend an inertia based reaction would have been to avoid going to galleries displaying his work. Perhaps it won’t be enough to satiate typical machismo ego that can’t assimilate it that easily.
Alas! The man who believed that Hindustan resided in his ‘Rooh’ (soul) died on non-Indian soil with an unfulfilled desire that someday he’ll be understood and be greeted with open arms yet again in his homeland!While the helter-skelter at least the superficial one continues or perhaps might have subsided as well, a pertinent contention that’s being missed out yet again is when would we stop manhandling our creative men and women and put an end to hobnobbing act that follows only when international honor comes knocking at their doors?

Friday, June 3, 2011

Why S**LE Karma is a B*@#H????

Ghoom ghoom ghoom ghoom pahiyya ye ghoome,
Is ki hi le mein saari duniya yeh jhoome,
Zara sa phisla toh tujhe kab se milega,
Yahan jo karega woh tu yahin pe bharega
While the terse and rather scathing words of the song from ‘Shor in the City’ seem to be coming in a rather what you may consider on the trot kind, it does take you in a state of trance compelling you to ponder upon the ethereal concept of Karma and its ramifications. Do we really bear the brunt of our actions? Well, read on before you jump to any sort of conclusion.
Karma? The very word enamors us as our mind plunges into the  pool of thoughts emanating, mulling over it as it is an intricate part of our lives,   you may accept it or abhor it but certainly you can’t overlook it. It is in fact the reflection of self that brings one out from the ostentatious cocoon, churning startling consequences, the seeds of which were sown perhaps long ago.
A very pertinent question that pops up then is that does Karma really come full cycle in one’s life? That can certainly be the bone of contention for slurry of debates and counterpoint can continue incessantly on this.
Well it certainly did in an unfathomable manner for the three principal characters in the film, Tilak (Tusshar Kapoor), Abhay (Sendhil Ramamurthy) and Sawan (Sundeep Kishan) who in a bid to make it big get trapped in an intricate maze and then look desperately for ways to release themselves from the clutches of the drastic outcome cropping up as a result of their own act (karma).
As I was listening to the song the grey matter stacked up there was suddenly frenzied into some sort of work out! I thought, hey, don’t we have similar clowns in real life as well? Their Karma has paid back so drastically that while the entire nation is gaping at their antics, almost befuddled, the scribes springing into activity and rhetorical discussions, they might themselves be pondering over where did they go wrong or mulling over the loose ends that ought to be tightened up. And the entertainers of this slot are (no prizes for guessing) Suresh Kalmadi, A.Raja and Hasan Ali.
I’ll begin with Suresh Kalmadi, an  Indian Air Force personnel who was at the helm of affairs of Commonwealth Games 2010, trying hard to pose as the one who has to salvage the pride of the entire nation. Well, it did certainly backfire when brushing aside all the hoopla the game begun  garnering muck owing to revelations  that sprung up and man! Mr. Kalmadi had caused grave damage by then like a weed does to a healthy plant, for 8000 cr. is not an amount one can shrug off so easily. It means a lot for a developing country like India where 77% of the population lives on less than Rs.20 per day.
Before the stupefied nation could make sense of the entire fuss trying to decipher ways of dealing with it and understand the nitty gritty of it, charades were pulled away from  another imbroglio this time sending tremors across the country for the very pillars of democracy seemed to be in a dwindling state. The public exchequer was duped again and some big shots from media and cabinet were the key players in the fray. 2G Scam was touted as the one that was among the most grave of all the scams India wears on its sleeves. So it did recrudesce and with a bang that would even subdue a gong! Rs. 70,000 cr. was shelled out like that only from our pockets by undervaluing the price of spectrum in a bid to facilitate vantage point to those who are often shoed away fearing that they would gobble the entire nation with their crony capitalistic intentions. A. Raja is nothing but a by-product of the blight that has become ingrained and that goes around like a fad by the name of ‘under the table money’ or more suitably as a practice called corruption. He could not possibly emancipate himself from the temptation of making the most of his authority while crores were being transferred via the equity route in respective subsidiaries.
At times this notion strikes me if an eventual doppelgänger suddenly rises from nowhere and incites these ‘men of honor’ to contribute their due towards the society. Some sort of frenzy definitely drives them or perhaps it’s the Willy nilly state of affairs quite evident that coax them to extract full advantage of it in order to satiate their avarice. For how can one explain the Karma of Hasan Ali, the man who hasn’t paid any tax since 1982 and has evaded tax worth Rs. 50,000 cr. The prevalent system might be decadent at certain junctures but definitely it has not rusted thoroughly in and out, thus Kar harkat na bach kand, tera karma khula sand, tujhko noch ke, noch ke, noch ke khayega….
So, while the three buffoons have met with their deserved fate with judiciary and concerned authorities finally paying heed to the bell ringing in their ears, it seems Karma doesn’t spare anyone and its wrath has to be borne by all and sundry. In fact with the likes of Kanimozhi and now Maran, I think what we’ve witnessed is just the prologue and more entertainment would follow soon with more skeletons tumbling out there.
Nahi Re bacha h koi iski chapet se tu nab ach payega, tera zameer aur tera aks bhi iski lapet me aake lut jayega…so that wouldn’t be essentially rigmarole anymore.
Coming back to the million dollar question, Is Karma really a b@$#h? You would be donning the clannish identity even if you dare think on those lines for whatever it is it comes back and in an unprecedented way!