A Single Eye

Loneliness is a strange companion.
She comes to visit me
when I am alone
or among a hundred.

She's my best friend
when I think of my brothers
out there
in some other Universe
or the whole span
of my physical existence
as the blink of someone's eye
and of their existence
as the blink
of someone else's eye
and of their existence further ---

Loneliness, my friend, my companion,
I blink my eye.

Another resurrected poem (originally published in the quarterly New Quest, a journal of participative inquiry, edited by the legendary Dilip Chitre).

Are we by ourselves in the whole wide universe? As lonely (7 billion lonely ones), we have thought a lot about this. Maybe we are not, as we discover more and more water on the moon and even that asteriods can replenish their own water!!


Poems resurrected on National Poetry Day

Today happens to be national poetry day,  I suddenly realized

and out of the tattered green book

below are a couple I have revived:

Formula Poetry

Poetry is spewn

from the exhaust pipe

of a revving car


at an unending red light

on a vast open road,

fed into mad frenzy by an imginary accelerator

held back

by real brakes, strong chains.

Poetry is a revolt

asking for the freedom of flight

poetry is a revolt against the red light;

the question is —–

does poetry turn the light green

does the revolt turn into a revolution?

Since I couldn’t stop at one, here’s another:

Day after God

What’s the good

if today

they remember me as a great poet,

if tomorrow

as a great leader

and maybe day after

as a God —-

What’s the good

if day after

they still search for Gods.


Roma: as I saw it!


I saw Roma two summers ago; there was something captivating about it – there was a sense of being home away from home; a bit more cleaner, as colourful and maybe a bit less noisier home than the home that is India. I walked through Roma, took the metro to get there from Coyocan, the old heart of Mexico city. The latitude in the city was similar, the fruits ripening to the same heat: mangoes, mangoes con chile, Indian/mexican small limes, peas in pods, the spices in the salsa, yet a subtly different flavour to the place signaling a new yet familiar adventure. I was exhausted by the cold that living in northern Ireland had set in my bones and was feeling like the fruit that welcomes the summer.

The next time I saw Roma, it was on Netflix, The movie brought back the kind of flavours of nostalgia I had felt when I had walked those streets; along with the philosophical and familiar presence of inequality and poverty laced with the abundance of unmelodramatic love our societies share.

Maybe poetically, Roma on Netflix  sat there, strikingly crisp in black and white among the many offerings of bollywood movies, food shows and epic dramas! As I think about it, three things influenced my watching of the movie – those six weeks I spent in Mexico city, getting to know some of the director Alfonso Cuaron’s extended family in that time (a fortunate accident, let’s say!), and the fact that I am from India but living away from her.

The movie was already in the buzz a few months ago  – we had even made some unsuccessful attempts to get tickets to one of the very few public screenings of the movie. Thus, there were some expectations. I have to say that the movie easily lived upto them, in a rather calm, gentle and unhurried manner. As was recommended to me by somebody in the know, it should definitely be watched on the big screen, if possible. Not for the usual reasons one may watch a big studio action blockbuster – big action, big sound, big effects etc…but maybe for the reasons one may watch a great painting in an art gallery.

The movie is a beautiful black, white and many shades of gray creation of director-writer- and (first time) cinematographer Alfonso Cuaron;  another offering from the powerhouse of Mexican (or maybe even Mexico city!) filmmkakers. However, Roma is (literally) a personal story, as much on Earth as Cuaron’s previous blockbuster Gravity was in outer space.

Roma captures the childhood of the Cuaron family, centred around their house maid Cleo played brilliantly by first time actor Yalitza Aparicio. Cleo is based on the real life nanny of the Cuarons’ Liboria “Libo” Rodriguez. What the movie does brilliantly is bring out the invisible: the invisble life of the invisible helpers and the invisible struggle of women as they go along keeping familes and households alive. In some ways, it is a simple story set in  the 1970-71 Roma neighbourhood, Mexico city. Roma is a series of snapshots of life as maybe in a relatively affluent, well educated, middle class household in a developing country. At the same time, there are a number of significant events such as the corpus christi massacre and major changes in the character’s lives.

The developing country part is important here. Developed countries like the US, UK and European countries seem to have reduced inequality to at least the extent that only the very rich can afford household staff. In India (and Mexico), it is common to have household staff if you are above a certain level of a middle class.  These form a class of their own – blending into the background; essential like Utilities – not noticed when present, sorely missed when absent. This is to the extent that there are jokes that the woman of the house would rather lose her husband than her house maid (ironically, that’s almost what happens in the movie, except there was no choice involved!). What is noticeable is their background – the `servants’ (and sometimes they do get called that) do often come from a different social, or in the case of India, caste background (which is a label very difficult to throw off). In Mexico, they seem to come from the indigenous people (as in the case of Cleo and Adela, the house maids in the movie) (historical note:  Modern Mexico is an intercultural mix of (Spanish speaking) European settlers, and Indigenous people with a very rich ancient culture). Children, unlike adults, it seems, have much less of a sense of class, caste, and colour than they have of love – as this movie shows. That would be one lasting contribution of this film – the extraordinary in the ordinary life of an almost invisible class.  Beyond this, maybe I should not discuss the story and leave it for you to discover!

A scene which is likely to be a classic captures this love –  Cleo is washing the family laundry and the children enter the rooftop with their toy guns till Cleo ends up playing `dead’ with Pepe. The scene takes me back in a way to growing up in 1970’s India in somewhat similar circumstances – the presence of house maids and the love and care imparted by them to the children of the family.

What are you doing? Tell me. I can’t, I am dead. Hey, I like being dead! (https://www.imdb.com/title/tt6155172/mediaviewer/rm3965022208)

But, now, to the craft of the movie! The movie is simply beautifully made. To me:

Roma is an art gallery of stunning high resolution black and white photographic pictures!

Roma is highly appealing to the (amateur) photographer within me. It is well known that the Oscar winners Alfonso Cuarón (for out of the world Gravity, 2014), Alejandro González Iñárritu (for the crazy Birdman, 2015, and the difficult watch The Revenant, 2016), and Guillermo del Toro (for the deliciously mercurial The Shape of Water, 2018) form the `Three Amigos’. But, the fourth amigo here is the hat-trick man: Emmanuel Lubezki – the Oscar winner for cinematography from 2014-16 (Gravity, Birdman, and The Revenant). The story goes that, naturally, Cuaron wanted Lubezki (Chivo) to be the cinematographer  but Cuaron took so long trying to get the perfect cast (i.e. find his Cleo) that Chivo’s schedule was blocked. Thus, Cuaron is also the cinematographer and may win that Oscar too on debut!

The camera comes in almost as another member of the cast – as a photographer moving with the story, often shooting in brilliant wide angles. There are shots of fields afar and children frolicking through them. There is the camera following Cleo from a short distance away as she goes through her house work. There is the camera hesitatingly following the (affluent) crowd `inspect’ a forest fire and in the stunning climax scene, the camera follows Cleo from the beach into the water shuddering and drenched with fear and trepidation. At times, such as a shot juxtaposing a family breaking apart and another celebrating coming together in a wedding, there seem almost too many characters in a single shot – multiple points of focus (maybe something a photographer would avoid) but it all works beautifully.


Professor Zovek inspiring a generation? (https://www.imdb.com/title/tt6155172/mediaviewer/rm1391358976)

There is so much happening at a leisurely pace and without warning that if you are not paying attention, you may miss it. There are aeroplanes making strategic appearances and cars being driven badly! Another such scene which I really liked was the training class being conducted by Prof. Zovek for the Los Halcones. He demonstrates what he describes as an incredible feat – striking a one-leg stand yoga pose of balance! – except that it has to be done with the eyes closed. The paramilitaries – all the young, heroic (in their mind, at least) men, including Cleo’s boyfriend, fumble and stumble. If you were not paying attention, you may not notice that the one person balanced enough to strike the pose is Cleo herself who is part of the insignificant crowd on the edge.

Finally, Roma brings up the debate of Netflix vs big screen cinemas! There has been a lot of debate around what constitutes a proper movie release – especially around awards season. And, it seems Roma has delivered a big blow for streaming services with the big Bafta in the pocket and 10 Oscar nominations!   I won’t go much into that debate by saying that it’s great that such nice movies are being made, and if Netflix is behind them, let that be so! I would however really hope that after the Oscars, the movie will have some more big theatre screenings. For one, I do not have a cinema level home theatre at home which can do the movie justice! However, in the meanwhile, enjoy this brilliant trailer which I heartily recommend – why? Because somebody had the genius idea of setting it to one of my favourite pieces of music – The great gig in the sky by Pink Flloyd!

…Finally, the camera rests…

The Camera rests (https://www.imdb.com/title/tt6155172/mediaviewer/rm4184766208)

What is Time, if not relative?

How you read this article
depends on the relative speed
of you as the reader
and that of the writer!

My Biased Two Cents.

In the post It is about TIME!, I promised to write about Time and then I got busy doing other things. I have come back today to fulfill my promise after exactly 2 months and 24 days. A gap of almost three months between posts is long enough in the blogging world or may be not? Is it really a gap of  2 months and 24 days between It is about TIME! and this post? Well a physicist might argue that the elapsed time between  It is about TIME!  and this post depends upon the relative speed of the reader with respect to the writer. If the reader is moving at nearly the speed of light, almost no time has elapsed since my last post. In fact such a reader may not even have experienced the time it takes for him to fully read It is about TIME!

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April Fool: The summer is here!


Yesterday was April Fool’s day – 1st of April. At least, here, in the English midlands, you could be forgiven for thinking that the weather was playing a prank!

Lboro Uni - fountain
The fountain freezes over (Loughborough University)- in a scene from The Beast from the East. Early March 2018!

We had cold weather and showers but a little more north in Scotland, they were witnessing snow. Come on, it’s April – this is Easter Monday and the students have been on vacation for the last two weeks.

The Russian attack (I mean, this weather bomb) came from Siberia like a Sergio Leone western, rather eastern, trilogy – The beast from the east, The mini beast from the east, and The beast strikes again! 

The Beast from the East strikes again aka The mini beast. This spooky night scene outside my window – Watch the blockbuster thriller at https://youtu.be/Se7oh0Pt5BA

Apparently, the lock over the arctic circle loosened and let the air from the refrigerator flow all over the kitchen! Let’s hope it was just a one-time event.

Snow Hat
Where is my towel? Under the snow courtesy the Mini Beast from the East!

It is about TIME!

Ticking away the blogs that tell a story
in a nice way –
The more you read
the more you sway
between belief and belief
and between reason and reason –

My Biased Two Cents.

The only reason for time is so that everything doesn’t happen at once.

Albert Einstein(?)

In the post Let’s talk about…..!!, I promised that I will write about something that we all complain about not having enough of. One of you guessed that it was TIME. It is time for me to say that the time has come for me to fulfill a promise I made back in time. In the time to come, I will keep my word and devote my time to writing about time. In the post, Democratizing Science!, I made another promise of describing some scientific concepts in simple terms for everyone to understand and what better than time as a first topic. It is a topic that has intrigued philosophers, poets and physicists from time immemorial so much so that Stephen Hawking wrote a whole book ‘A brief history of time’…

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Democratizing Science!

The next in Chhaya’s ‘science for the people’ series –

The fruits of knowledge
we relish
The mysteries of nature
we wonder
The lens of science
we conquer fear –

My Biased Two Cents.

“Alice: This is impossible.
The Mad Hatter: Only if you believe it is.”  – Alice in Wonderland

In the posts “A child’s journey”  and “Because the child was human”, I argued that the process children follow in exploring the world around them is inherently scientific. They hypothesize, test and update their hypotheses just like a scientist is expected to.

The question is if human brain’s cognitive circuits are designed to follow the scientific method, why so few of us grow up to enjoy science. Why do some of us tend to skip over a science program on TV or find science magazines boring? I have heard many friends say,  I did so bad in science in high school; there is no way I can sit through a science program on TV”. This is very confusing to me. There is nothing in those science programs that a normal…

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