One of my great supports and a greater inspiration Vimlu left her body earlier this morning and I have just returned from her cremation.
Vimlu and I had a special bond because we shared the same birthday and ever since we became neighbours twenty three years ago, we have celebrated the day together. In a very remarkable way, our lives moved more or less on parallel paths with Vimlu giving care to her semi invalid husband Chandru and I to Urmeela.
Vimlu’s daughter Neelam was here during the last days and that is a great strength now for Chandru and Neelam’s brother Ashok.
Vimlu’s wide circle of friends and all her relatives will all miss her sorely. May her soul rest in eternal peace.
I would have been happier with the story if there had been a real life woman instead of an operating system with which the protagonist falls in love. It would have made for a better story line.
The first half of the film took a lot of patience to go through. I am glad that I stayed with it as the second half, yes literally from the moment the half way mark is over, gathers momentum and you start getting involved with the story. I can be certain about it because I almost walked out after an hour of patiently waiting for the picture to get some momentum.
Joaquin Phoenix has come up with a very creditable performance of a rather difficult role. Quite whether it is his own talent or whether credit should go to the director Spike Jonze is a moot point. The other actors contribute little to the movie and they are all almost like cameo appearances. The voice of Scarlet Johannson is intriguing. Joaquin with a mustache is a better looking hero than the other roles that he has portrayed. The portrayal of men’s fashion in the 2020s with trousers and shirt collars looking like these makes me feel glad that I may not have to wear such clothes.
If you are the patient type and are willing to spend some time understanding an introverted person scared of relationships and his escape mechanisms, this is a movie worth watching. I am however stumped as to how it got so many awards.
To use Alan‘s rating system. I would give it three stars.
I hope that you enjoy reading this post on the weekly Friday Loose Bloggers Consortium where six of us write on the same topic. Today’s topic was chosen by Shackman. The five other bloggers who write regularly are, in alphabetical order, gaelikaa, Maxi, Paul, Shackman, and The Old Fossil. Do drop in on their blogs and see what their take is on this week’s topic. Since some of them may post late, do give some allowance for that too!
There are a few readers out there who will bear witness to my assertion that I was never so busy that I could not find the time for what really mattered. Nor were they for that matter. All of us are now comfortably retired and have all the time in the world to attend to only things that matter. In fact, I have so much of time that I can read something like this and wonder just what has gone wrong with the world. We had working parents in our time too and they did not get overwhelmed.
It was different those days for an Indian in the corporate world where even the bosses would consider people who worked before and after office hours as inefficient. We used to joke about colleagues who would show a lot of motion but no action. There was a certain understanding that what is now called work life balance was automatically provided for by the employer. As a boss, I used to tell my staff, just as I used to be told my boss/es that if one worked late or on holidays, it was an indication of a miserable home life and that the person should find a solution in double quick time.
There was a certain elegance in dropping in at the club or a bar on the way home after work for a couple of drinks and fellowship and beery week end afternoons and siestas were very much part of one’s normal life.
With the reforms of the nineties of the last century and the explosion of the IT industry in India, things changed and I am told that the culture is vastly different and someone worrying about her/his home life can either opt to be an entrepreneur or look for a job with the government. This is telling on health and relationships and when I talk to young people about my days, they either do not believe me or say that they cannot find such employment anywhere now.
So, the answer to Shackman’s question is Yes, it would appear to be so now. It is sad and I for one feel sorry for the present day workforce that has to live such lives.
I offer my sincere apologies to my readers whose comments went off into my moderation box since yesterday. My blog was attacked by a virus and in the process of setting things right, we had to put that function in and that is when some comments got diverted.
I have now rejigged the comment function to accept all comments automatically from commentators whose earlier comments had been approved.
Jean, I owe you a big one. Thank you.
The cover goes on to say in the blurb “A Son’s Journey Through Islamic Lands”.
This book was loaned to me by Miriam, a friend who thought that I needed some diversion due to a minor illness. This was one among four books and her choice is impeccable. I shall read two more and write about them too as one of them is a book of crossword puzzles which simply needs my attention.
The writer of this book Aatish is the love child of one of India’s popular columnists, Tavleen Singh and Pakistani Punjab’s assassinated Governor Late Salman Taseer.
I had read reviews about this book and just did not get inspired enough to buy the book when it first hit Indian review circuits. I suppose that synchronicity had to play its part and Miriam had to bring it to my notice so that I could read it.
It is a remarkably well written book about a son born to an Indian lady journalist and a Pakistani politician, who goes in search of his Muslim identity and to get to know something about his father. I enjoyed learning things about Turkey, Saudi Arabia and performing the Umrah, Syria, Iran and finally Pakistan as seen from a writer with a rather odd pedigree to be writing about the subject.
I strongly recommend it to those interested in learning about Islam and what it is doing to various Muslims around the world and about India Pakistan equations.
To wind up and to give my readers a little tidbit about Miriam, let me also reproduce what she has written on the first page of the book. “A present to myself in honour of Tavleen Singh and her fearless writings.”
On reading my LBC post Serparation my friend Nandu suggested that I see this multiple award winning Iranian film. It is a film rather sad but worth spending a couple of hours on.
Thank you Nandu. That was a moving experience. Having just read something about the Iranian film industry in a book about which I shall be putting up a blog post tomorrow, this was a mind blowing experience.