The Help – White man still saves the world

I watched the movie “The Help” tonight. The movie is pretty innocent in it’s outer line. The story of a good Samaritan, who happens to be a white woman, helps save the black domestic help a platform to speak and thus help the black community gain the confidence back. But on the inset, it pauses some disturbing views.

Skeeter, the journalist, moves to Jackson only to find a job that will help her gain some experience before she could re-apply at the Harper Row publishing in New York. Meanwhile, her sympathy towards the Help plants the idea of a book on black domestic help. Evidently, it is not ‘the cause’ that drives her to edit a book of stories from domestic help, but the hope that she finally may take a shot at her dream job. It is clear from her enthusiasm in attending the calls from New York and asking the publisher to make sure the book gets published. Or from the scenes like, when Minny asks her for an assurance that they wouldn’t get hurt for telling the truth, Skeeter doesn’t utter a word and Minny finds herself an ‘insurance’. When the publisher asks for stories from a dozen people than only two, Skeeter steps back again and makes no effort to take the story forward. And there again, Minny and Aibileen come to help organizing the volunteers to tell the stories.

The best part of it is when the daughter Skeeter confronts her mother about why her childhood nanny was sent away. A sorry mother tells the story of how she ‘had to’ get rid of the poor old lady who had worked for 29 years in the household – raising the kids, cleaning the household and cooking – because the old lady’s daughter came to visit her mother while there were VIPs inside. Skeeter then tells her mother, “you love Rachel, I know you do”, which was classic! The mother sure has ‘loved’ her Help’s daughter enough to insult them in front of a bunch of ladies and shut them out and close the door on their faces, and for what? For Rachel giving her mother a surprise visit. She sure has a lot of love. And she tells the daughter, “courage skips one generation”. And finally, Skeeter seemingly decides to move to New York to escape the men and mess of Mississippi. Very courageous. Hmm.

In essence, The Help is a movie in the white-man-saves-the-world genre. But you’ve got to give it to the wonderful performances of it’s actors if you held on to your seats throughout. Viola Davis is amazing as Aibileen. I wish she wins and Oscar for best actress in a leading role this time. Octavia Spencer as Minny Jackson and Bryce Dallas Howard as Hilly Holbrook come to a close second with their supportive roles. It is for these three ladies that you’ve got to clap.

Funny thing is that this fiction is set at the peak of the Civil Rights movement in America. Even then they couldn’t do without a sympathetic white woman saving a whole community of black women. And by doing what? Dictating the stories that would help her secure a dream job and for being a mere speculator throughout all the events that took place.

And to you my fellow reader – if you were pitying the whites and angry about the practice of racism, look into your own yard. Replace the color there with caste here. Then you will get a picture of how messed up a civilization that you were born in.

And here is a funny poster of the movie which says it all.

Just Sharing – 3

Six hands on one guitar
(from YouTube)

This one is yet another amazing collaboration. Three people, six hands, and one guitar. Check it out!

——

It’s never too late to help
(Video shared by Kumar NM through Google +)

“It’s never too late to help some on the right track” is a spcial media campaign from Norway, aimed at recruiting foster homes for young people between 15 and 17 years. This well done video is made as part of the campaign.

——

Not AFSPA

The following video of Indian Border Security Force soldiers treating a Bangladeshi cattle smuggler is now going viral in the Internet and making news. What was shot as some sort of ‘souvenir’ has brought out the ugly face of the force. But has the Abu Ghraib style torture shaken the Congress government? No. Instead, Pranab Mukherjee says that the incident must not be ‘hyped’. But is that response surprising?

For a moment, let us put aside the matter of how we treat the neighbors and look into our own yard. We have implemented an inhumane law called AFSPA in our own states. This special privilege has allegedly let our men in uniform to rape women and kill those who oppose and orchestrate encounter killings. And how have we reacted to it? Even with the mothers from Manipur going naked in protest with holding the banner “Indian Army, rape us“, we still keep that law intact. There is Irom Sharmila who has been fasting for over a decade, but nobody cares. Some people justifies what goes on in Manipur or in other parts of North East India as we must not let our soldiers’ spirits down. That it must not be ‘hyped’.

Imagine – if the following is what our forces are doing to our neighbors, where there is no special privilege act, what would be happening to the people of North East India with a special act like AFSPA to back the army? Any why is our social conscience not outraged by this?

Think about it on this Republic Day.

Notes on a birthday

One more year and one more birthday has come. Today marks my 32nd year of existence on this earth. 32 is big. It’s almost half a life time. I should be glad and thankful for having lived and survived through these years. World over people die from birth, from malnutrition, poverty, snake bite, in riots, wars and invasions, natural calamities, road accidents, to AIDS and cancer. But here I am.

Am I happy for myself? Yes, I am. I am happy when I look back to the trail. It could not get any better and I wouldn’t change any of the events that happened in my life (except that I wish if I could revert some of them like the death of my brother and a good friend). The journey has been exciting so far and I hope it will continue to be so. And satisfied? No. Not completely. I think being completely satisfied could kill your spirit.

Then there are changes. When I was young, I thought 30 is the stage that one would turn old and now that I am past 30, I think 80 is what you should call old (I don’t know what 80 would make me think about being old). In my teenage, I used to laugh at older men with pot bellies and now I look at my growing tummy and say ‘well, it’s okay’. When an older colleague told me that he ate only two chappathis for meals and completely avoided red meat, I pitied him. I was 29 back then and he told me that I would soon understand what he meant and asked me to do regular medical checkups once I turned 30. And just as I turned 30 and took a lipid profile test, I found my cholesterol level high. I was surprised (cholesterol? me? no way!) but changed my food habits thereafter. When I grew some beard recently, I noticed that a couple of strands of my hair have turned white and I was excited (I don’t know if the excitement would sustain if I found my whole hair turned grey or white). Being called ‘brother’ was fine but now being called ‘uncle’ seems odd. It is kind of a refusal that I am growing old. But I am yearning to hear my son calling me Appan (father) but he calls me chettan (brother) instead).

So perhaps this is just a small beginning of big surprises and changes to come in life. I mean, not just the physical changes but everything. And I hope I will have the courage to accept it gracefully. So here is to another birthday, another year in life. With all it’s shortcomings, challenges and pain life is still so beautiful!

Being an outcast, for being raped

How do you judge a society’s morale and progress? Is it possible to judge them by taking a look at how the society treats it’s women and children? If so, Keralam has shown an example of it’s morale and progressiveness by the incident of a minor girl being sexually abused. The incident took place in the coastal village Mangalam in Alappuzha district. A 12 year old girl was sexually abused by her neighbor who is a father of two children. The girl did not feel well after the incident and was afraid she could get pregnant so she shared it with her friend in the school.The friend shared it with her family.

The friend’s parent went to school the next day with other parents but here is the shocker. The friend’s family did not go to school to ask for justice to the abused girl but to threaten that if the sexually abused girl continued to study in that school, they would not send their children there. Some of the lady teachers in the school also said that they wouldn’t take lessons in the class if the girl continued. The headmaster then sent the girl out with a transfer certificate.

The story doesn’t stop there. The girl joined a Sanskrit school nearby but the school administration received a phone call saying that it is better for them to show the door out to the girl. The girl was put out again on the same day. The next option for the girl’s parents was another school in Punaloor, but again the moral police in the area intervened and the girl was out again.

This news story is an example of why women are still not daring to come up to the forefront to report domestic/sexual abuse or rape. The society treats the hunted as the culprits and the hunter walks scot-free. “Why didn’t she protest” is the question we always hear. “She could have resisted”, “looks like she asked for it”, “she might have enjoyed it” are the brutal comment we pass on such incidents. And not a comment on the ‘family man’ who took advantage of a young girl of 12 years for his perversion.

Wondering what happened to the man who sexually abused a minor girl? The people, police and media have no intention to question the injustice because he is a ‘family man’.

(Go to Malayal.am to read the full story in Malayalam)

Image: graur razvan ionut / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Just sharing – 2

Hotel California mixed with Pahla Nasha
(Shared by < don't remember who it was > in Facebook)

This is an awesome attempt at mixing both the songs in a beautiful way. With the tone of Santoor playing the lead instead of guitar and the apt rhythm arrangement, this is an awesome piece of music to listen.

http://youtu.be/V0sZqbPAXuQ

——-

Celluloid Calligraphy
(Shared by Slogan Murugan in Facebook)

This blog, Celluloid Calligraphy, is an effort to explain the calligraphy styles used in the Malayalam cinema, particularly the old ones. A great effort to appreciate the works of masters.

——-

The Hang
(Source: Facebook share)

Found out about this instrument which was unknown to me. Sounds like sort of a ‘steel Ghatam’, it is called The Hang. There is a Facebook page that features some works played with the Hang. Check ’em out.

Still living in the old times

I have high regard to Perumbadavam Sreedharan, a writer of Malayalam literature who is now donning the role of Kerala Sahitya Academy President. His celebrated novel, Oru Sankeerthanam Pole, is one of my all time favorites in Malayalam literature and I have read it many times. And that is why I was so saddened to see him acting like an old royal court member trying to appease the king for a reward.

“Even though there is no royal ruling now, I am still a praja of the royal family”, the man declared his loyalty to the royalty while publishing a book written by Marthanda Varma of Travancore royal family. He added that he takes pride in saying that he is a praja of Travancore royalty. Mr. Sreedharan seems to have forgotten that he is living in the modern era where the dynasty ruling is a thing of past. His post as the president of academy was not a royal gift to him either. So when he declares that he is a praja of the dynasty, while living in and enjoying the fruits of democracy, he should at least stick to his word and step down from his position in the academy which is a cultural institution in this democratic country. But not a single word against him from the whole literary community! Not one, even from the so called Leftist writers.

So that leave me wondering, reading along the debates surfaced about the Padmanabha Swamy temple wealth, are we, by any chance, living in under the Trvancore dynasty rule?

(photo courtesy: Mathrubhumi online)

Just sharing

I’m just posting the interesting videos or other tit-bits that I gather from my social media accounts into this space. Once a week. You could share the interesting ones you get too.

FaceCake’s Kinect Dressing Room
(Shared by Ashik in Google +)

This one is truly awesome! At the Microsoft booth in CES 2012, they demonstrate how you can try out different clothes and accessories without even wearing them. All you gotta do is just stand in front of a Kinect camera and try out new clothes. You can even move along to see if the dress fits you right in all angles, as if you just wore them. Truly amazing stuff!

——-

A Violinist in the Metro
(Shared by Thulasi in an email)

Washington Post ran an experiment in a metro station at Washington DC. What they were trying to find out was whether we perceive and appreciate beauty in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour. They had a best musician playing one of the best pieces of music ever written on a very expensive violin. And the result? Read on… 🙂

——-

I Think You’re Fat
(Shared by Ashik in Google chat)

When I read the title of this article, I asked Ashik if it’s yet another fitness piece. It’s not just the title, but the names of magazines like Esquire, Cosmopolitan etc. puts me away because I never could relate to or enjoy the content printed in those magazines (not that I have checked out a lot of them). Ashik did not explain what the article was about than asking me to read it, and since it is him who recommends, I saved the link to to read later. And it was one funny, thoughtful piece though it spans over 5 long pages. To give you a brief idea of what it is, this one is about Radical Honesty. As it says in the beginning, “This story is about something called Radical Honesty. It may change your life. (But honestly, we don’t really care.)” Read more at the Esquire page.

Love Jihad – the aftermath

The truth is officially out now. There was no Love Jihad and if there ever was one, it was a hate campaign organized by one Hindutva website called Hindujagurti.org. The cyber cell of Kerala Police has filed a case against the website owners for spreading religious hatred and false propaganda.

But the propaganda campaign had already made the damage. Young Muslim men were looked at with suspicion. Those of them boys who were in love or flirting with girls of other religion were tagged as terrorists and jehadists. Islamophobia rose to the core in the so-called educated society of Kerala. And they easily chose to forget the fact that in a male dominated society like ours, women are always converted to their husband’s religion, even in love marriages. Not just religion, say if a Roman Catholic girl is married to a Chaldean Syrian Christian boy, she would be converted to that denomination with marriage. And when a bunch of Hindutvavaadis called it jehad, just because it was Muslims at the other end, everybody bought the crap.

The curious case of Catholic church must be taken to notice in this case. The Syro Malabar Church had warned it’s community members of Love Jihad, without even checking the facts. A notice was posted in the website of Kerala Catholic Bishop’s Council. And they worked with VHP to tackle the issue. “We will work together to whatever extent possible“, K S Samson, an office-bearer of Kochi-based Christian Association for Social Action (CASA), a voluntary Christian association, told the Times of India. But is it surprising to hear it from the Church that was busy framing Communism as a greater threat to Christianity than Hindutva, while ordinary Christians were being slayed in Mangalore by Hindutva organizations? Now during a news hour at Reporter TV, the Church has admitted that it was wrong. Oh yes, our Church does that all the time. We commit/support crimes during one time and would apologize for it years later after it has made a larger damage.

But the Hindutvavaadis and their supporters would still not give up. You can see Rahul Eashwar, the bragging Hindutva poster boy of Kerala, trying to muscle through the debate in Reporter TV. Oh, and he very cleverly plays the ‘middle-man’ by blaming extremists of both sides (and his insistence on highlighting the extremism of ‘both sides’ happens only when ‘his side’ is attacked) and he is still saying that there must have been some substance to the idea of Love Jihad.

The interesting thing is that through out all these debates – all the for and against talks about the branding of Love Jihad – nobody has touched the greater issue that involves gender. No individual or TV channel has sought out why it is women who have to convert to their husband’s religion/denomination. Or why the husbands agree to their wives’ right to stay in her religion/denomination until the marriage ceremony is over and then convert them to their faith, forcefully or not.

Earlier on the topic: Love Jihad?

Blogswara, and taking stock of 2011

First of all, I’m happy to announce that Blogswara has released it’s 7th online album called Trunk Call on January 1st, 2012. I’m so glad to see that the support and enthusiasm for independent music has still not died down and Blogswara still generates interest after all these six years and six albums. Do listen to the four new tracks in Hindi, Malayalam English and Arabic. Do share it if you like the songs.

The year 2011

2011 was not a great year at all. My music posts and ordinary blog posts have seen a slow-down in 2011. I have posted only 5 songs in the last year. Though the year began with an original composition, that too a new year song, it slowed down. I can only hope that 2012 would get better. My father passing away was one major personal incident happened in the last year. Finances sucked throughout the year and expenses went sky-high, but none of them were avoidable.

On the positive front, I realized that Blogswara can still generate interest from many quarters. When I announced Trunk Call, the new Blogswara album with a theme, we had received 19 song announcements (though only 4 of it could make it to the final versions). Now I am sure that the spirit of independent music and Blogswara will continue to grow. Also I learned to drive a car in the last year. My ‘vintage’ second hand Maruti 800 has helped me experience the pleasure of driving, though I hate driving in the city on a weekday.

One of the good things that happened last year was that I started writing features for Sound Box magazine, a unique music industry magazine that has bagged a silver (in the Best  New Publications category for 2010) at ABCI awards in it’s very first year. I have always enjoyed writing and one of those childhood dreams was to be a writer. And I’m happy and proud that I am now writing on my favorite topic, music, in country’s premiere music trade magazine. My first feature in the magazine was about music blogging, titled Net Gain published in March 2011, an area that I had been actively promoting online and offline ever since I enjoyed the perks of music blogging right from 2005.

I also had an opportunity to host a radio show last year. Hosting the one-hour show “Hridayapoorvam” in All India Radio, Thrissur station was an exciting experience. I recorded in the same studio where I had recorded the first song I wrote and composed (and that was long back) and the memories poured in. Also had a good experience with a short film I made on a mobile phone. 🙂

What I learned in 2011…

…was more of what I learned in 2010 – about how to treat people with what they deserve. I was hesitant though I told myself that I would be nice only to those who are nice to me. This year, I believe I have learned more about dealing with people who take advantage of my weakness (of being nice) and give them back in the same coin. People among family and friends. And on the family front, Ryan is lighting up our days. It’s so wonderful to see him grow.

So that sums up an year and I am hoping for the best in 2012. Here are some blog posts I enjoyed writing and think that you would enjoy reading too.

Music posts

Happy New Year and a song!
Pavizham Pol
Nilaa Nilaa Mizhiye
Baliyaay Thirumunpil
Mazha Njaan Arinjirunnilla

Blog posts

Liu Xiaobo – A saint or a hypocrite?
To all the girls I loved before…
Save the space, please
Bringing back original instruments to music
The Drop-out Syndrome
A note to M Jayachandran, the music director
Hazare, the Hero
Anna Hazare and the Great Indian Middle-class
Redefining entertainment digitally
I don’t bleed blue; I never will
Enabling mobile technology for music
Thrissur Pooram 2011
Life, on a journey
The useless ‘royal, divine wealth’
Kerala’s YouTube Stars!
About friends and friendship
A young man’s tale
Group Activity
Da Vincing Code
The state of music retailers
Jagathy vs. Ranjini – What’s missing in the debate
Jan Lok Pal – the interim FAQ
The Steve Jobs effect
Yesudas – fifty years on
Santhosh Pandit vs. Malayalam Media/Cinema
My dear Appu