Saturday, May 25, 2024

Film Review: Sajini Shinde ka viral video

It is very hard to keep someone glued to the screen for 1 hour and 54 minutes. If a film can do that, that itself is an achievement in the era of Distraction. 

The plot is taut. The acting is superb. The characters are well drawn out - both in the writing and in the acting. 

The editing is good, though some scenes are forwardable. 

How the story unfolds - a simple school teacher has fun at a pub and her video goes viral. The viral video has familiar consequences - the school's parents want the school to oust her, the principal is concerned about the reputation of the school, the parents are concerned about their own reputation, and the fiancé is busy getting the video deleted all over the internet.  

No one spares a thought for what the girl must be going through. 

In any other profession, a night out at the bar would be filed under "Dear Vodka, you were supposed to make me smart, witty, and irresistible. I just saw the videos of that night, and we need to talk." 

But not if it's a teacher. I am personally aware of several incidents where teachers lost their jobs for dancing at a private birthday celebration, inside the class with kids, et al. So, the film is not entirely a work of fiction. Teachers really are victimised exactly like this. But after that, the teacher, presumably, commits suicide. 

A suicide note is found, but no body. 

The entire film revolves around finding Sajini Shinde - the teacher who was fired after pressure from the parents, who left a suicide note, and then vanished. 

A good story entertains, but also teaches. 

At the end of the film. perhaps, every member of the audience should ask themselves - what if I was one of the parents? Would i defend a teacher's right to party in her personal space? 

What if I was the principal? Would i fire a staff member for the "reputation" of the institution? 

If the film helps you introspect, then it has succeeded. If not, watch it again. Then think of all the teachers who got fired. The mother who recently committed suicide. Think of everyone you have hurt behind that impermeable veil of internet anonymity and/or internet led inaccessibility. 

And if, in the rare case that you look inside your activity history and find nothing, then, smile. In genuine accomplishment.

On the internet, we all have the cloak of invisibility. If we have not used it to hurt someone, then, undoubtedly, that is the mark of a good heart. 

Monday, May 20, 2024

Aajkal

बच्चे पढ़ना नहीं चाहते। 

बच्चे बिल्कुल पढ़ना नहीं चाहते। 


पापा काम पर जाना नहीं चाहते। 

माँ खाना बनाना नहीं चाहती। 

दादी कहानी सुनाना नहीं चाहती। 

दादा पार्क ले जाना नहीं चाहते। 

नानी मिठाई बनाना नहीं चाहती। 

बुआ गोदी में बिठाना नहीं चाहती। 

चाचा झूला दिलाना नहीं चाहते। 


बच्चे पढ़ना नहीं चाहते। 

बच्चे बिल्कुल पढ़ना नहीं चाहते। 

Sunday, May 12, 2024

ਤੂ ਕਯੂਨ ਮਰੀ

 ਤੂ ਪ੍ਰੀਤ ਸੀ। 


ਪ੍ਰੀਤ 

ਜੋ ਪਾਣੀ ਵਰਗੀ ਹੁੰਦੀ ਹੈ 

ਇਸ 

ਰੇਗਿਸਤਾਨ ਜੇਹੀ ਦੁਨੀਆ ਵਿੱਚ 


Tu Kyun Mari 


Tu Preet Si. 


Preet 

jo paani vargi hundi hai 

Is 

Registaan jehi duniya vich 

******************** 

तुम क्यूँ मरे? 


तुम प्रेम थे 


प्रेम, 

जो पानी जैसा होता है 

एक रेगिस्तान सी दुनिया में। 

************ 

Why did you die? 


You were love. 

Love, 

which is a block of ice 

in a desert world. 


Friday, May 10, 2024

The Book of Zen stories

I was reading this book of Zen stories, and one thing jumped out. 

Zen assumes that there is only one path to salvation, and that path goes through peace, self-control, and a feeling of universal brotherhood. 

Christianity and Islam also propose something similar. Coincidentally, these are all congregation based religions. 

But in my meditation, I know that there is no one path. In fact, the idea of the "one best way" has been the bane of human society in everything. In medicine, science, manufacturing, this one best way to do things has been the idea that made us take one step forward, two steps back. 

But especially in meditation or, more generally, in the path of a soul, there is no one best way. Every soul is on its own path and reaches its own destination. Even the rich blood-sucking man who tortures his family and staff - even that soul is on a spiritual journey that ends at some destination. 

Think of it, not as a journey with one origin and one destination, but a network of train stations. Trains go from many stations to many stations. Which of these journeys is wrong? Very few. But here is the important thing - what makes the journey right or wrong, is neither the destination, nor the source, nor the train. It is not even the traveler. It is the intent of the traveler. Therefore, no one else can judge the journey to be right or wrong.  

One can argue that the train stations are nothing but stops in a maze. There is no progression in them. They are all at the same level. 

So are rivers. So are spiritual paths. We assume them to be vertical. Maybe, for some people, there is a sense of progression. But for some people, they are hops in a game of hopscotch - all at the same level. 

So, enjoy the Zen stories, believe in the 6 forms of Yoga. Or not. 



Friday, May 03, 2024

and this is one of the things i wrote and love a lot:

human being (a favorite ex blogger) once asked me - describe urself in 6 words. and i wrote: 6 words is six too many.