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Always, Everywhere

Being part of the Art of Living Foundation for some years now, it is common to hear – “Oh, when did you meet Guruji? Wow, that’s amazing, you lucky guy! You met Guruji in the 90s? Wow! It must have been so amazing those days, right? So few devotees… and now wherever Guruji travels, hundreds of people show up! Wow, you met Guruji when you were 16? That’s wonderful!” and so on.

It is a familiar script. Hearing stories about young Guruji, his Satsangs and knowledge sessions, all the fun times, and early courses, the mind starts its litany – I wish I met Guruji earlier! These people are so lucky, blah blah blah.

I am guilty of this too. Up until this moment. Now I look back and realize – Oh, I have been with Guruji all my life! He has been a presence in my life as long back as I can remember. I waited 26 years to meet him in person but he’s been around since forever… 🙂 Duh.

Sri Sri Ravi Shankar

Sri Sri Ravi Shankar

Been waiting for you all my life, Darling

One of the earliest films I remember watching in this young life of mine… 🙂

Nokkethadhoorathu Kannum Nattu is a movie starring the lovely Padmini, Nadia Moidu, Mohanlal and a bunch of others. The film is funny-sad-hilarious in parts. An old woman lives a solitary existence, waiting for someone to come ring her doorbell. Where is her family? Who is the cheeky young woman who lands at her doorstep one night? What secret does she hide? Who is the man who arrives from Delhi? All these questions make for a sweetly sentimental film replete with emotion, laughs, pranks and mushy moments.

A song I adore is "Aayiram Kannumaayi" featuring Padmini and Nadia Moidu. The grandmother has finally met her grandchild. Years of pent up love and adoration spill forth as the two women try to make up for lost time. How hard we try to express our love, what a futile attempt.

The lyrics are heartbreakingly lovely. Here's my rough attempt at translation.

I waited for you, with a thousand eyes,
Little bird who flew away from me, darling little bird.

Didn't realize the dew had fallen, didn't realize that the sunshine had arrived and left,
Dearest, I simply counted the days until you would arrive,
You came, you stayed, my life's completion you are…

Did the breeze kiss you? Did the bee play the violin?
Did the peacock inside open its blue fan of feathers?
You are the flower that eternally bloomed in my memory, 
The soul of my existence that left me and went afar…

I waited for you, with a thousand eyes,
Little bird who flew away from me, darling little bird.

Occurred to me, as I heard this song today (and before), that these words are perfect for the soul calling the Divine. Or maybe the other way around? How long I have been waiting for You, so long. And now that You are here, I am complete. And I realize that You were never gone. You were right here.

Brokeback Mountain

What can I say about Brokeback Mountain that hasn't been said already? That it is a love story, sweet and tender? That it is heartbreakingly sad yet beautiful? That it is a must-watch?

I saw the movie, couldn't get it out of my head. Finally got my hand on Proulx's story, read it twice one night. The movie is as sparsely laid out as the book, very little by way of dialog or lines. Long silences, meaning hidden in the small gestures, words and sighs.

What can be more romantic than tucking one's shirt inside the beloved's? What can be sweeter than swaying to sleep, gently standing?

Wanted to write more but the words dried up. Come to think of it, this post does a good job as it is.

The Help and The Help

Finally watched The Help, a couple of months after reading The Help.

What can I say? I know the old argument about how a film can never, within its constrained length, hope to describe what an author has unlimited pages to do. By the same token, the cinematic medium can bring the dullest images to brilliant realization on screen. So there, neither medium is better than the other in telling a story – it's simply a good film or bad film. Actually, let's make it even more fundamental, such that it cannot be reduced any further. It depends on the viewer, period.

As always, I have vastly digressed from the purpose of this post. This is what happens when words flow fast and easy from my mind to my fingers to the keyboard to the screen. Been a while since I have experienced such freedom, such fluidity… so I take complete advantage. Again I digress. Must be so annoying to you, my patient reader.

I liked The Help, the book. It has a rich assortment of characters, each one grappling with a unique set of circumstances. There is no savior, no messiah in the book. I saw The Help as a lovely collaboration of lives, each one supporting the other, through time and difficulties, only to experience a brief moment of sweetness, cohesion, love. Skeeter had her own set of issues, so did Minny, Aibileen. Skeeter didn't save anyone any more than Minny or Aibileen saved her. See what I mean? It was the coming together of different energies, intentions, faiths… Unfortunately, the film The Help is very different. Our heroine Skeeter is spunky, talks back to her mother, appears to be supremely self-confident and independent. She is pretty much the "white savior" in the film. Sad turn of the story, I think.

There is so much the book expresses by way of setting and atmosphere. The terrible heat in Jackson, the nerve-wracking three weeks as the deadline looms large, the intense fear experienced by everyone in question… Skeeter's own apprehensions and nervousness. The film skips almost all of the above, instead focussing on the little arguments and disharmonies, and the last moment of triumph.

If I recall right, there is a part in the book towards the end, when everyone in the church signs a copy of the book to present to Skeeter. I loved that portion. I think it got totally shortchanged in the film.

Anyway, enough about The Help. One movie that stayed true to the book? Brokeback Mountain is one of my favorite films. Finally read the short story by Annie Proulx and adored it. Each one (the book, the movie) is a masterpiece. Sparse, elegant, lovely and hopeless… Deserves another post. And soon.