A DOSE OF ENLIGHTENMENT } Dear Writer, I don’t understand what it is with some of you writers these days because even though they use the public sphere (social networking,, Web 2.0 etc) extensively to popularize and market themselves well, they are not ready to engage in open discussion and would rather go around blocking and removing people even without a note. And there were two incidents on Tuesday and the first one involved author of One Night @ Call Center, Chetan Bhagat (you can read more about it at Blogbharti).
The second incident is what happened between us, dear writer. As you know, it happened after I put a comment on your wall post in FB. You, dear writer, who recently scripted for a much-hyped Malayalam movie (which I thrashed in a review in my blog), had posted an advt video made by your friends in your FB page. The advt video is directed by a young man, whose father directed the movie for which you wrote the screenplay. And the music of the advt video is done by the music director of the same movie. I liked the ad video, it’s a good work. But then I saw this comment to your wall post from another FB friend of yours. He wrote:
“I hav done my first feature script at 15, so dis is not a big news specialy shyama prasads son”
That comments sparked some parallels when I thought about it. The advt video is made for Leela Kempinski. Leela Krishan Nair is a known devotee of Mata Amrutanandamayi. The young man who directed the advt is the son of director Shyamaprasad (who is also the head of Amruta Television run by the Amrutanandamayi Mutt), and grandson of O Rajagopal, the BJP leader, former MoS (Railway) during the Vajpayee raj and another famous devotee of the hugging saint. The music director too is a known devotee of The Mother. I don’t know if you would agree now, but I (or anyone else who have heard from people in the industry) know that the contacts matter a lot in this business.
So I put on this comment on your wall – “May the power of The Mother and her connections bless them both well”
Evidentally, you did not like it though there was nothing derogatory about you or anyone else, and you removed my comment along with the first comment. Not just that, you went ahead and removed me from the “friends” list in FB. I do understand that you must show gratitude to people who have given you an opportunity in the industry, but was wondering how can such level of intolerance come from a person like you whom I admire through your writing. And then I get this email from you and that teaches me something. A dose of enlightenment, indeed. Let me reproduce the excerpts here:
“I’m a simple person who values the idea of appreciating people. While being on my turf, you broke my basic humane law of being kind to others, by that nasty comment of yours on ‘amma’ and the young talents. One should believe in motivating all around and not hurt others by one’s sheer ignorance, arrogance or prejudice.”
What was ‘nasty’ in my comment? That ‘The Mother’ has the power (isn’t that what many people believe and worship her for)? Or that she has powerful contacts/devotees? What did I say nasty about the young talents? That I implied perhaps they are fortunate to have some good contacts that might have helped them? And why would that sarcastic comment hurt you this much if there was nothing to it? In the latter case, you would leave both the comments there and would rather reply to it than removing it and blocking people.
“Most among the typical ‘third world’ malayalis are plagued by this illusion that they could trample on those around them with their rudimentary notions about anything. Gossiping and snubbing go with it.”
I am a “third world Malayali’ indeed, but I refuse to eat whatever piece of crap that the first world Malayalis like you supply in the Malayali art/cultural space or clap the hands when you say, “Eat this, you third world Malayalis. You don’t deserve any better than this.” A piece of crap has to be called a piece of crap, regardless of where it comes from. So now you elitist first world Malayalis are afraid that the third world Malayalis are using the mediums like Internet to question you people?
And oh writer, this exactly is the problem with your tribe – the urban, writing-for-upper-middle-class intellectuals. You ignore the common man’s wisdom. And you think only you can set the benchmarks of excellence and we lesser souls do not have a right to criticize.
“Young man, you got to remember, that I was valuing my belief in defending another one’s right to opine, however banal or silly it is, by asking my reluctant admins to allow your Ritu post on the Cafe.”
I find your claim strange. As per the records, your “reluctant admin” asked me to post the Ritu review in the Cafe. On Aug 23, at 10:45 PM, your site admin buzzed me in Gtalk and asked me this:
Admin] just read your blog, can u post this in the cafe too?
Me] Do you think he would be okay with posting in the cafe? I had written to him about the music track, about the off notes that come in the very beginning of the male vocals part of the song “Pularumo”. But he did not reply.
Admin] i don’t think he will be hurt and am sure he is above and beyond that…now. but what the heck… lets have fun bashing each other… after all this is virtual democracy
See? It was NOT me who requested to publish the piece in the Cafe, but your site admin. And honestly, your admin seems to have much better idea of free speech than yours when it comes to public discourse, but you Sir, who is “above and beyond being hurt” by my comment seems to be wrapped up in lies and hypocrisy.
“Lol.. that piece of yours was quite amateur in perception (which is pardonable as you are one) and I’d say it was audacity wearing an oversized coat of arrogance with a plumed tie of ignorance. Lol.. Yet we accepted your opinion with grace and let it publish among my friends though most of us had a smirk on it. But not good to continue with your hobby of sullying others in public. Jo, a lot of things in life have to be accepted with grace. Else, you’d fail to grow up. You’d remain like that stunted man in Mann’s Tin Drum.”
I am an amateur Sire. In fact, I am focusing on giving amateurs a space in the world (with Blogswara etc) as its mostly the ‘first world’ ‘professionals’ like you whose voices being heard in the outside world. Like a friend said, amateurs can only better themselves.
So I consider myself lucky to have come this far with regards to language, because my English is totally self taught, by reading magazines, papers and watching Hollywood movies. So feel free to correct me or educate me wherever it is needed.
But it’s the amateur perception, right? You expected me to give you an applause? Is that what we, the third-world, Malayali commonmen are supposed to do? Shut up and applause? I know that it has got something to do with me honestly writing about the movie you scripted. I would tell you what you just told me – “a lot of things in life have to be accepted with grace. Else, you’d fail to grow up.” – Think about your own words, dear Writer.
And you take pride to say most of your friends had a smirk on my review. I won’t quote names here, but would you be surprised that even your ‘friends’ told me that they felt there were many issues in the script and said they could point out even more than I did?
“Audacity wearing an oversized coat of arrogance with a plumed tie of ignorance” – such skills of weaving words together! This is exactly why I am a fan of your English writing. I hope someday I can improve my writing skills in English just like you. As you can see in the beginning of the article, I have even tried to imitate your style of formatting the article!
“Lol.. how funny humans can be, le? I removed you and another of your ilk, to give you a dose of enlightenment. Like Naipaul once said to Theraux, let me say dude, ‘Take it on your chin and move on.’”
Just a final note dear Writer, if you think that only those who clap for you are your well wishers, you got it totally wrong in life (amateur preaching, of course). “I’m not the enemy, Arthur!“, remember what Clooney says in Michael Clayton? After I wrote my review of Ritu, I thought that you would be man enough to take that in good spirits as we had no reason to be foes. Take good care of that ‘large heart’ that you said you have, please. But tolerance? My foot, le? And the dose of enlightenment is? Intolerance?