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Tuesday, August 13, 2019

Article 15 - less is more!

Article 15: Less is more.... (SPOILERS AHEAD)

There were a couple of surprising things about Article 15 that I really appreciated. One it showed the main protagonist (Ayan, played by Ayushmann Khurana) as someone who is not necessarily interested in being a hero but is drawn into a fight because of the outrageousness of the criminal injustice he encounters in small town India. If you know Bollywood movies you know that is unusual - typically the protagonist in such a tale is shown giving lectures about how righteous he is from the get go. Tell, don't show -- is the way it goes and the movie is typically unwatchable. Not here.

The second is that the film takes on the subject of caste head on. What a completely stale subject to stake a whole Bollywood production on! And that too with someone like Ayushmann who's been riding a winning streak of hits. Why risk all that? But, for reasons also alluded to in the film, I am glad Anubhav Sinha took this on and made the film. I did not know this going in, but I believe the film is inspired by the 2014 heinous gang rape and murder case in Badaun. If so there is never a mention of it.

Article 15 is a dark and chilling tale of the sub-human treatment of those deemed to be "low caste" in small town or rural India. Not only are they treated worse than animals, they reside at the very bottom of the economic ladder and justice has no meaning in their lives. A simple request for an increase in wages can have dire consequences; two minor girls brutally raped and murdered for just such a request are then left hanging from a tree as a "lesson" to the rest of their tribe. The criminals powerful, upper-caste men expect to go scot free and do. That is until Ayan the police inspector - Anubhav Sinha's hero - shows up. The rest is a tale of justice sought and found.

While the movie is well-played with a satisfying end (who doesn't love a good tale of justice delivered?), it missed being a powerful film that stays with you for days. In your face symbolism such as the playing of "vande mataram..." when Ayan realizes he is in the fight for good was unnecessary and annoying. Secondly, Ayan's journey while set up perfectly never quite raises the stakes sufficiently. He is shown to be an upper class (and upper caste), urban kid who is blind to the reality and rigors of caste. He is not only ignorant of the intricacies of it, he can hardly believe how rampant and deeply entrenched it is in the village he is in charge of. "Wild wild west..." - an allusion that would be lost to practically all of small town India - is how he describes it. This is how most of India lives but this is news to him, as is the case with most of urban India that (needs to) believes that caste is a thing of the past. However what's jarring is how it all ends in a "happy" end with Ayan (the savior!) carrying the missing third girl through the swamps. This scene perhaps scored drama points with the audience but left me asking for more. Perhaps also because in the very next scene Ayan is shown standing in his same jeans that are clean and dry!

A more bitter tale would have made the film more compelling. Such battles are won, if ever, in much more involved fights where the hero rarely emerges unscathed and heroic. But then perhaps it would not have delivered the hit Anubhav Sinha wanted which, is likely necessary to get the word out: Caste is still a thing, you know!

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Reena
Aug 13, 2019

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

getting here

sometimes that oldness comes over me
these trusty bones lay bare the journey
this skin, these eyes, this body my sages
even if this mind with its hubris can't see

it's not that we feel any older
this mind chases on its own dimension
the heart of course marches as it will
the feral creature demands attention

yet this realization that it's different
nothing like i thought i'd feel
nor anything i imagined "they" felt
those who i've viewed from my youth

yet i love the fight that's here
keeping this edifice moving, alive
keeping this curiosity lit
this love for the next corner's surprise

reveling in all i have learned
letting go of the vanities in between
grateful for the demons i slayed
yet humility for those that stayed

a blessing for all that's been mine
carrying more goodbyes than hellos
acceptance for what is long gone,
signs that it's ok. let it go!


reena
july 11, 2019

Thursday, September 21, 2017

to autumn

edges of autumn seap into the air
the winds bring dry rustlings of leaves
my ears listen, as my face braces
for this love so harsh, so pure

the seasons come in their march
unaware of our waves and tides
unbeknownst to the promises made
forced transitions i shed my leaves too

i anticipate these moultings like rebirths
happy to see a new life ahead
for every day new, every breath asks its due
there is after all only this one happy accident

so up i rise and on i walk
always this love, and light and laughs
transformations arrive to lead me anew
daily deeply i thank my mad precious stars

---
reena
sept 21st 2017


Sunday, April 23, 2017

Perfect storm

Feel lucky every day to have so much love
This capacity to love deeply, expansively, without dilution
All this love paraded openly, without hesitation, no self-conscious embarrassment
Expressed as it bubbles without permission wildly, madly, daily
Lucky to have been raised by those that know how to love
Among others in my tribe who're known for love 
Big hearts, warm arms, ocean hearts 
Luckier still to have found such love
Love beyond blood
Love that multiplies, never divides 
Every time I catch a glimmer, a warmth, a reflection of it
Deep friendships, sisters, those that share my lens,
Or simply see me and carry me even in my shirking lows
And then to have fallen in love with you who knows love
Can't imagine a life without such a love, that gives as truly for such a love
Never tires, never slows, never trades anything lesser for love
Lucky to have met you, to have noticed how you risk all for love
Luckier still to be seen by you wholly, deeply with my faults and sins
Lucky to be here in this space and time that affords love, doesn't regret nor resent love; 
Where the strains of survival, petty dangers, animal instinct can't debase love
Here where love matters, becomes the reason and sole star to follow 
Lucky to build our altar of love, the calm and deepest of happiness to have known this, 
This feeling, this gratitude, this wild elation
This pure dumb luck of love...
Here I reign!

----
reena
4/24/17
traveling long haul from home to home evoked this deep feeling of gratitude for what i have...

Friday, March 31, 2017

fire eater

it was you that became the reason
i came out and played with fire
light and heat my customary constants
burned brighter than i could have known

but this fire was not one i ever asked for
now it was all mine to embrace inhale
i drank with abandon fooling this head
only the gallant must play here for sure

then one day it became mine to hold alone
yet i carried it further, my precious light
who could persuade me of its empty hollow?
even when burns replaced the glow

so now i know you run retreat
to your empty excuse of a shell
i'll go tread places i've always been
tending my fires like i've done before

perhaps one day i'll see the burns
seared more deeply than my bargain
maybe i'll laugh at my own audacity
of letting this skin not fear the sun

precious scars on skin will surely tell
of a story that was worth the while
in one short life i've burned and brightly
than fizzle in silent safe compromise

---
reena
3/31/17

heard this song after aeons and it got this persistent poem come pouring out
"hum tere pyaar mein saara alam kho bathay kho bathay
tum kahtay ho ke aise pyaar ko bhool jao bhool jao..."
(translation: in your love i forgot the world, and you tell me to forget this love?)






Friday, March 24, 2017

faults

some of our faults were distant strangers
even to us our critical selves
even as we looked in the mirror
we thought we knew who that was
that stared back in dim confusion
for what life left at our door
was surely not what we sought
there must be some mistake
yet again it was a fault but not ours
we built a shield so strong
smug in our self assuredness
but our body knew exhausted by pretense
we thought we knew how to love
but maybe we didn't know how to be loved
to give ourselves a firm permission
to give our hearts away, and leave doors open...

---
reena
3/24/17

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Entitled

Somehow I became
One who demanded too much
But were you not mine?

---
Reena
3/12/17