Thursday, December 18, 2014

The Human Side of Interstellar

Interstellar is not a film. It is a divine marriage of philosophy, science fiction and essential life lessons. On a vehicle called Physics, Christopher Nolan takes you on a visually stunning journey through human emotions. When I watched it the second time, I was pleasantly surprised to find some of the scenes didn't register when I watched it first – something Christopher Nolan mentioned in one of his interviews. The science aspect of Interstellar has already been overdone. Let’s look at the amazing life lessons and basic human nature Christopher puts across with great sophistication.


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Father-daughter relationship: The first human aspect about the film is the father-daughter relationship which is the strong foundation on which the whole plot is meticulously constructed.  A daughter doesn't want her father to leave and a father’s regret about leaving her to save the world. The most touching among them all, is the scene where Cooper says, ‘I’m coming back…’ and Murphy asks, ‘When?’ .

Smallness of humanity: Among other things, one thing I found striking is the clarity with which Nolan has put across a point we always knew – how insignificant we are.  Billions of galaxies, each with a billion stars. And Among those, is Milky Way, with billions of stars, each with a solar system of its own. Around one such star revolves our planet. The vast emptiness of the universe is breathtaking, but our insignificance in it, is scary. When Romilly says, ‘There's only a few millimeters of aluminum between me and nothing for millions a miles around’, I felt the punch on my soul.


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Nothing is impossible: At the risk of sounding like a self-help book, I would like to bring up two instances which re-emphasize the message. First, Cooper says, ‘We will find a way, Professor, we always have’. Second, during my favorite docking scene, while Cooper is about to dock the just exploded endurance, CASE says, ‘It is not possible’, to which, Cooper replies, ‘It is necessary’.  In spite of the stunning visuals and dominatingly brilliant background score, this dialogue blew me away. Just try to put in context, the things we do, to get what we want. The one explanation for why we do certain things in life – it is necessary.

Positivity: The whole movie rests on one word – hope. They start the mission hoping to find something that they are not certain about in the first place and risk everything. Every sub-mission is a risk they play out with just a four letter word acting in their favor, as they tread the unknown path. When Murphy grows up, Dr. Brandt says to her, ‘Not sure of what I'm more afraid of, them never coming back, or coming back to find we've failed’.  To which, she replies, ‘Then let’s succeed’. These are lines you cannot come up with, unless you have a very deep understanding of life. And an extremely positive outlook is a mandatory condition. Positivity is the soul of Interstellar.

Discovery: ‘Accident is the first building block of evolution,’ says Dr. Brandt. Right from the first few frames, Nolan has stimulated the spirit of discovery in the viewer. When a young Murphy discovers books falling from her shelf, she realizes there’s some intent behind it and that an unknown force is trying to send a message across, which she fondly names it ‘ghost’.  When I watched Interstellar first time, possibly owing to the visual and audio extravagance, I failed to register the essence of few scenes. But a very important thing it teaches you is discovery. No visual in the film is straight forward. Be it the shreds of corn plants in the farm that fly away meticulously while they chase the surveillance drone on a flat tire or the pieces of Endurance that are stochastically falling away from the ship after the explosion. Pause every scene, every frame and see how there’s so much to discover in Interstellar. Right from the bar codes that get transmitted through gravity in the form of thin and thick lines gathered by a dust storm, till the unending pursuit of Murphy to save the mankind, it’s a discovery, discovery of Nolan’s brilliance. Should we all be a little more observant in life, and fuel our sense of discovery, is there magic waiting to happen?

Imagination: Throughout the film, Nolan expands the boundaries of your imagination by galactic proportions. Interstellar teaches you to imagine. It is a cold reminder of the capabilities of human brain. Certain scenes leave you stunned to your bones. When a very tiny endurance was shown passing by an extremely giant Saturn on the IMAX screen, I was searching for a word to describe what I felt. I am convinced that no adjective befits the grandeur. But it leaves you richer, for, you have better imagination than when you entered the theater.

Love: We all have people and things we love around us, and those who are not around us. Nolan very impressively introduces us to the reality that we have always failed to recognize, simply puts forward the truth in the most profound manner, through Amelia Brandt, when she very intensely delivers the line, ‘Love is the one thing we're capable of perceiving that transcends time and space’. We perceive love. That is the truth, a truth that has struck me more than any other.

Murphy, at the end, holds Cooper’s hand and says, ‘Nobody believed me, but I knew you’d come back’ and Cooper asks, ‘How?’, she has tears rolling out of her eyes and says, ‘…Because my dad promised me’.

Beyond the physics, wormholes, time dilation, space ships, time travel and extra-dimension tesseracts, Interstellar is the story of a father who travels through a wormhole, stops by on a couple of planets, escapes death and a spaceship explosion narrowly, goes back into past, comes back after about seventy years to keep a promise he made to his daughter.
   
- Deepak Karamungikar

Saturday, June 7, 2014

Negotiation: Why should one keep mouth shut?


In the summer of 2002, I was caught in an unfortunate situation like many times prior to that and later. I started early one morning armed with twenty rupees and my tank-full Yamaha RX135, to eat masala dosa at at a famous dosa place in my area. At 19, I was unaware and felt no fear at the repercussions of the dangers of driving carelessly. Rather, I didn't know what was driving carelessly, or carefully, or either and both. With a cigarette in my mouth, I zoomed away at 90 kmph, giving as many fucks as Aryabhatta invented. 

People who've known me a while, know well that my blind confidence was at an all time high at that time. As I was about to cross a certain bus stop, I was waved at, by a familiar figure. I didn't bother much and zoomed past, but something from inside pricked me. I almost had reached the next bus stop. I slowed down and turned around to see this person called Y. Y looked fresh. He had probably visited a temple, given the vermillion and vibhuti he had on his forehead. I knew Y because of a friend. When you are bad with the bat and the ball, you become the umpire. Y and I umpired at a summer tournament for two years. That's how I knew him and his generous smile was unforgettable. That's probably how I recognized him even at that speed. 

'Hello! How are you?' he asked. 
'I'm doing great, how about you?' I asked. 
'Well, I'm fine. I'm going to ABC. Can you drop me at XYZ', he asked and didn't wait for a response. He just sat beside me and even I didn't think it was necessary to say a yes or a no. It was understood. I drove slow and as I passed by that hotel where I originally intended to eat, I realized that the smell of a freshly roasted dosa and its denial is a near death experience for a hungry soul. I just drove further, without complaining. Just a hundred meters before the bus stop, Y asked me to stop. He looked at me and said, "Deepak, there are people who are coming behind me. Will you take me as far as you can?"
"What do you mean by people? And why are they coming behind you?" I asked. 
"If you ask questions, I will be in trouble," he said. 

As I was about to start my bike again, I heard a massive thud. A well built guy with a thick beard had hit Y with a cricket stump on his head and Y was on the floor in front of a cycle shop. I knew the next blow was on me, or on my bike. Either way, my father was going to disown me and be very very angry. Before I realized, six people had arrived from somewhere and had started hitting Y. I didn't know what to do. If I ran away, I would be a coward for life. Also, actually, they would chase me. I went for the next best thing. I started screaming loudly and tried to stop them. Just then, a group of truck owners and contractors intervened and a giant circle was formed. And thus began, the most impactful conversation of my life. 

A neatly shaved tall man who reeked of Ponds powder came forward and asked, "What is happening? Why are you beating him?"
Among the fourteen to sixteen men who seemed to be interested in seeing Y's intestines, one spoke up and said, "This motherfucker has stolen gold from our house"
"So why don't you go to the police?" said the man. 
"We were going to the police station. But found him on the way," he said. 
"Who is this boy?" he said, looking at me. 
The next sentence just ripped my courage into tiny shreds. "He is the main dealer," said Y and looked at me as if we've lived together in the same house for ten years. 
"What?" I said, discombobulated. 
"It was his idea, he said he can get good rate for stolen gold," said Y and looked at me. I was expecting him to wink and he didn't. Motherfucker. 
My confidence shattered like two-mm glass when thrown on the floor. 
"Yes sir, I just trusted him and we were going to sell now," said Y as a person tried to raise his hand on me and as the blow was about to land, I just ducked, escaping it first time. Second time was no guarantee. 
"Take his bike. This guy looks educated and all but is a big fraud," said one guy in Telugu and they snatched away my bike keys first and then the bike. Since the entire argument was on the road, they decided to move a bit inside and by now, one person had held Y by collar and another ultra-intelligent guy went to call the police. 

There were passers by and there was oceanic embarrassment. My collar was held by a couple of youngsters who thought I was a fraud and was a smart one at that. Suddenly, a second blow was about to land on my face and just then, I couldn't help but cry. As tears broke into tears, he said, "Don't you feel ashamed to do all these kinds of things? what is the point in crying now?" 

I somehow gathered courage and said, "You can frisk me. You can check my wallet. If you find anything on me, except twenty rupees and Diya Mirza's photo, you can hit me as much as you want". (Diya Mirza according to me is still the most beautiful Indian woman. Will remain so, forever.)
"Let us check your bike," said one asshole, and they stripped open my bike. A third blow was about to land on my face when I asked them to handle the bike carefully. Somehow, on his own, he backed out, but they kicked my Yamaha like anything and mishandled it. I cursed them in silence. During this moment, I was observing Y. He was shamelessly borrowing a cigarette from a pan shop which had just opened and managed to get it. He displayed no remorse, whatsoever. He lit it up and in about ten minutes, two policemen arrived at the scene on a Hero Honda Splendor. One of them had a walkie talkie up his waist. The moment he saw Y, he spoke something into it and two other policemen arrived on a Bajaj Chetak. No discussion ensued. The policeman riding pillion on the Bajaj Chetak walked up to Y and slapped him hard thrice, punched his face and kicked him. "Motherfucker," he said and made him sit between the both of them. The twelve or so who had come to get him, vanished without trace. Never saw any of them ever.

I was asked to come to the police station and was asked what happened. I showed them the twenty rupees and told them I was going out to eat my favorite Dosa and all that happened. They never even made a call to verify my identity. The circle inspector spoke to me in English and I was through, safe. Didn't have to prove a thing. He just said, "Be careful, son. Don't mix with these people". The lesson of the day was, never ever ever, ever ever open mouth and express disappointment, which I have never followed in later life, but in any case, I got saved the first time.

Shamelessness has no limit. Rather, objectivity has no remorse. At about 9.20 am, one and half hour later than I had expected, I ordered one masala dosa followed by one onion dosa. As I savored the divine breakfast, I realized what role luck can play in life and why it is important to ignore few instincts. Had I just driven past, things would've been so cool. But then, I would've lost a valuable lesson, a training session on how to handle pressure - especially that involves physical violence. As I was about to leave the hotel, one guy stopped me and asked, "What happened?". I just stared my bike and said, "I got late for my breakfast". 

This morning, I was talking to my friend Varun Reddy about "pressure-driven negotiation skills", that's when I realized that this incident, which was buried in my memory, had to come to light. Any mention of this anywhere would only remind me of that terrible Sunday morning. But then, twelve years is a long time. I'm over it, although it still hurts. The inspector at the station had told me that Y was a seasoned criminal and fraud. He was wanted in many cases. And hey, last year, I learned that he died. No regrets. All men must die (Sorry, RR Martin) - some deserve to die earlier. 

I was glad that I escaped unhurt that morning. More than anything else, it was on that day, I guess I started observing people more keenly than ever. And that was probably the birth of the story-telling instinct inside me. 

- Deepak Karamungikar  

Monday, May 19, 2014

Election Special!


The 2014 Lok Sabha Elections were full of rush, excitement and amazing moments. It had its share of unpleasantness as well. But it was an awesome experience overall. This is how I enjoyed the build up to the elections! 


  • Happy Birthday Sachin Tendulkar, the former Indian opening batsman who scored 34 ducks in international cricket. || This is how Indian media treats Narendra Modi.
  • ND Tiwari's SMS to Digvijaya Singh: "Bachelor Party kab hai?"
  • Amartya Sen is like Hodor from Game of Thrones. Every now and then he comes around, says "Modi not good", "Modi not good" and goes away. And nobody cares.
  • BREAKING: Mamta demands special status for Bangladesh. #FakingNews
  • Right Now: (On May 8, 2014)
    Modi: Rally in Varanasi.
    Rahul: Campaigning.Sonia: Staring into defeat.Kejriwal: Trying hard to hold ground in Varanasi Mamta: Tensed about Bengal ...Digvijaya Singh: MakeMyTrip--> Honeymoon Packages.
  • Hey NDTV and CNN-IBN, here's a math problem for you:

    Calculate the amount of FAILURE when a consistent 12-year hate campaign against ONE MAN fueled by spinning lies, propaganda and deceit, powered by online and offline pseudo-secular intellectualism and billions of rupees fizzles out like a silent fart. (5 marks)
  • Two minutes silence for everyone who gave up years of friendship for supporting 'a particular party' in this election because you're neither getting that party and nor are you likely to get the friend back.
  • Arnab Goswami's Times Now has confessed a mistake and they've corrected their exit poll numbers. The last time Arnab said sorry was when he was 10 and he continued to bat after getting out three times and the bowler's father had to intervene.
  • Year 2023. Aliens have destroyed earth.
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    It was a dark stormy night. LJ was the last person remaining on earth. For three years, he had been living alone on earth as the alien apocalypse had destroyed all human kind. Too tired to live and too proud to die, he walked like a vagabond taking undestroyed portions of terra firma as pathways. That fateful night, after the longest walk of his life, reeling under the cloud of despair, he reached a cave that glowed. There was a fire burning inside it. He walked inside and found a piece of paper and a pen - the only recognizable objects he had seen in three years. He held the pen in his hand as it shivered. With adrenalin tsunamis pumping inside him, he put the tip to the paper. After a moment, a tear rolled out of his eyes for the joy of holding a pen. His heart cried as he laughed hysterically and when he gathered composure, without a second thought, the only thing LJ, the Liberal Journalist wrote was - "There is no Modi wave".
  • Rahul Gandhi has left the country two days before the poll results. His 'escape' velocity is higher than that of Jupiter!
  • Shobha De's political analysis on NDTV.
    Aunty, you're on the wrong show. You should be on "Entertainment ke liye kuch bhi karega". 
  • Eons ago, a righteous God-king lived a life of penury and impecunious exile for fourteen years, devoid of all the riches and glory he rightfully deserved. But guess what, at the end of it, he emerged as the harbinger of a new era. His Golden rule was after that exile. Bharat Mata, you're at that point now. Glory and Riches hence further, for, the exile is now over.
  • What is the procedure to hire the Hubble Telescope? Trying to locate the Aam Aadmi Party.
  • Hello, what did you say? "there is no Modi..." What? Hello hello....hello...."there is..." What? I can't hear you, speak louder..."....Modi..." What? Come again? Beeep Beeep Beeep Beeep....     #ModiWave
  • Arnab to his reporter: "I can hear crackers behind you!"
    Bhai Arnab, you should have said this a while ago to Sanjay Jha!
  • Two things I want to do: 
    - watch NaMo's swearing in ceremony live on NDTV.
    - watch CBN's swearing in ceremony on Sakshi TV. 

    Vengeance is a dish best served when soul is not sold.
  • अभी अभी खबर आई है के नितीश कुमार का अहंकार बिहार की सारी सीटो में पीछे चल रहा है!
  • Amit Shah went to UP and achieved 73 out of 80. That's like sending a professor to Mahboob College and he sends 91% of them to NASA as scientists.
  • The most amazing outcome of this BJP victory is that Renuka Chowdhary has discovered a concept in Physics called 'low pitch'.
  • Nandan Nilekani lost the election from Bangalore South. Blow to Bangladesh.
  • Amartya Sen and Rakhi Sawant have had the same impact on these elections. And economy. And bollywood. And either. And all three together. FTW! #MathIsFun
  • लालू प्रसाद यादव जी के पास अब हार मानने के अलावा कोई "चारा" नहीं!
  • Breaking: In the absence of a credible opposition in the Lok Sabha, BJP to use 3D holographic projection to create one.
  • So at the end, Congress' seat tally is somewhere between Rahul Gandhi's IQ and Narendra Modi's chest size.
  • People feeling sad about Manmohan Singh's speech are the same ones who want Balika Vadhu to continue for another ten years. 
    #TheekHai #StronglyCondemn
  • Nitish Kumar has resigned as Bihar CM. 

    Somewhere, in 4K ultra high definition, in infrared filter, at 80000 frames per second ultra slow motion, and with Hans Zimmer background music of a 108 piece orchestra, Amit Shah is turning his head toward Bihar and beginning to smile as he runs his hand over his head.
  • Divine Ganga Arati at Varanasi, but multiple massive smokeless fires reported from TV studios!
  • ఇప్పుడె అందిన వార్త: అంబాటి రాంబాబు ఇంత్లొ హై వొల్టెజ్ వల్ల కాఇల్ కాలి ఆగిపొయిన ఫ్యాను!
  • First meeting in USA:


    Obama: We have FBI, CIA, NSA, CIGI, AFISRA, NGA, MI, MCIA and ONI.
    Modi: Turns left and smiles.
  • Mani Shankar Aiyar is the S.I. unit of failure.
  • The Economist magazine has come up with a cover story on why NaMo is unfit to be a PM. Hello uncle, funny that the impact your magazine has in India is limited to being a print ads question in Brand Equity Quiz.

Friday, March 28, 2014

New short story: The Queen


Last week, my idol, favorite writer and legend Shri Khushwant Singh ji passed away. 'He was inspiration for many' is the most cliched line you would've heard in any eulogy. It is not always false. I cannot put in words what that man and his works meant to me. Let us say that I owe my storytelling ability to him.

I dedicate my new short story, 'The Queen' to him. May his soul rest in peace.  Presenting, 

The Queen: http://scentofthenight.blogspot.com/2014/03/the-queen.html

- Deepak Karamungikar

Thursday, February 27, 2014

The Unfathomed


No wind blows across these fields anymore
No butterflies hover over these lands
Dead are these trees that once swayed in glee
Forlorn looks my yard succumbed to fate's decree

Shadows of you I still see on my wall
Of walks you've taken  in my past
Silhouettes of memories on the back of my eyelids
I gave away my heart in a way the world forbids

Joys of your presence now confined to memories
Echoes of your laughter cumbered to fancies
Veiled behind screaming silence is a cry of hope
Unscathed by distress I still hold the endless rope 

To the dark tune of the long night my feelings unfurl
Unfathomed they hide like oysters pregnant with a pearl

- Deepak Karamungikar

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

The Haunting Sunset - a short story


Note: Indiblogger hasn't registered my new blog yet. Sharing the link.

My new short story: 'The Haunting Sunset'

Read here: http://scentofthenight.blogspot.com/2014/02/the-haunting-sunset.html 


- Deepak Karamungikar