Monday, 15 July 2013

Lootera: a short review

A couple of weeks ago when I reviewed Raanjhaana, I talked about the rules of the game on which my reviews would be based. In short, I watch a film for its story and the story would make the crux of the reviews. Also, I would try and pick a couple of scenes from the film and deconstruct them (the curse of the social scientist). But most importantly, a movie for me would work if it works for the gumti waalas. Also, I would try not to spoil the film for you by giving too much information.

Varun and Pakhi dig for love
Last week I caught the movie Lootera. A film with a short and sweet name that didn't seem either of those to me. Lootera I thought was an attempt by Director Vikramaditya Motwane to paint a picture (literally) of love. He has tried his best to transport the viewers to a different era. With lovely cinematography and great locations, Motwane does succeed up to an extent. He has tried to not rush through things. He gives one a chance to first feel and then take a dip into each scene thereby really connecting with the deep love that he tries to portray. After all love is not about rushing through. Its about peace, its about quiet, its about giving time, its about taking it easy. Lovely idea.

Friday, 12 July 2013

The first walkabout: behind the house

Walkabout, in the Australian aboriginal sense (not in the British sense) means short periods of wandering in the Bush. As I understand it (and my understanding is very limited), the aboriginals of Australia would take panned and unplanned leaves from their work (or 'regular life') and go into the wild for days sometimes. This served several purposes but I think the most critical was integrating or reintegrating oneself with one's surroundings. They would sometimes go for days just walking around and living off nature.

That is not what I tried to (or plan to) do. I just walked around looking at the things around me, trying to appreciate them. And I plan to do it more, walkabout, runabout, cycleabout. Here's what I got in the first walkabout. These are from a small (but wild) trail behind my house which goes into some fields and crosses a small stream to reach a road and rail line.

the short walk behind the house

getting close

Sunday, 7 July 2013

Celebrating Brass: Durham Brass Festival

putting brass at the centre stage
So, I went to the town today. Its funny how we call the market town. Agreed that Durham is a big village but I don't think we need to make ourselves feel better by calling our modest market, 'the town'. But today 'the town' was really a town, buzzing with crowds of excited people. The sun was out. In fact, it was HOT (trust it when a Indian tells you). And it is a well established fact that when the sun is out, the English are out. To add to the 'glorious weather', it was a saturday and the cherry on the cake, Durham Brass Festival was on (in fact it will be on for the next 20 days or so). 

So, like everyone else I basked in the sun and the music. Actually, I did more than just basking. I sweated it out, taking some photographs. Since, it is the brass festival, I tried to focus exclusively on the brass. Although, several bands were playing at different locations, I could catch only three, The Kimbanguist Brass Band, the Oomph Brass and the Dead Victorians. They all had their distinct styles. The first two only played music but the Victorians also sang and told tales. 

Saturday is also the day for Durham outdoor market. There was sun, music, food and beautiful people. Perfect day for some photography. So, here we go.