When you don’t want to go to hospital to get treated for dengue, you do whatever you can – eat dragonfruits! I loved its mild taste, and liked it looks, warm and attractive colours, texture and the cute feel.
It is small enough to eat and big enough to fill your stomach! Two dragon fruits made a k.g.! Two fruits in two days, and all was well. No doubt, they charge about Rs. 300 per k.g. in a near by shop in Bangalore, and along roadsides in K.R. Market, ten rupees less!
What happens? It’s obvious. Your system doesn’t take care you, it fails you. It forces you down to take care of it!
It’s no secret Thai I have been overwriting my system – my only, irreplaceable body. And it has served me right for a number of years. But, poor thing, how long can it pull on?
This time I had a scared of dengue too. Dengue is too prevalent in Karnataka this yeas. Hundreds have lost their lives to dengue this year alone.
For days ago I felt I couldn’t go on. Then on Friday I had a blood test done. Test revealed my platelet count was down to 150,000. That’s not the best thing to happen.
Then I started consuming pomegranate juices, fruits, and papaya leaf juice. Things are better. But not not the best. Feel giddy, phlegm in the chest, cough, and feverish.
Only I wish I had learned my lesson a. Wee bit early.
There may not be much rain in Bangalore (why, even in India!) in the rainy season.
All the same we keep facing the heat – come academic year.
Our Academic Year began in the first week of June, with students pouring in in the second week. And since then, there has been no respite. YOu can very well imagine given that an ardent blogger like me finds hardly a minute to upload his blog!
But we don’t give up!
On Friday, Dr Divakar, Frs Melwyn D’Cunha, and Jimmy (with me, of course) visited the famous Indian Institute of Science. The Institute is known for C. V. Raman, the Nobel laureate.
Besides our interest to know about IISc, and witness its excellence, we have another reason: our famous Taxonomist Fr Cecil Saldanha was closely associated with it during his life-time. Towards the end of his life, he donated his entire collection of herbarium to IISc. We wanted to see that too.
The 420-acre campus is absolutely marvelous. Such a beautiful campus in the heart of Bangalore. It is lush green. It is well-maintained.
There is a particular tree – I forget the exact name. Such a lovely tree!
And then we found India’s first indigenously designed plane – probably in the late 1950s – the description there does not give the exact date. It simply says the plane was in operation from the 1950s to the mid-1980s.
It’s a French film. Directed by Alain Robbe-Grillet in 1963. The 100-minutes-long Black & White L’immortelle is pure visuals. The film stars Jacques Doniol-Valcroze as a French college professor (we don’t know what his expertise is) who moves to Istanbul in Turkey and Fracnoise Brion as the young woman, his lure.
The film breaks the regular linear narrative and it breaks the many other human constructions. When we go visiting historic places and places of importance, we read tour guides or listen to our guides and acclaim, ‘Wahhhh!’ Where does this meaning and significance come from? Isn’t it our or someone else’ construction? The beautiful, old city of Istanbul is not old, built just the other day. All lovely things/ locales exist and don’t. She knows and doesn’t. She is there and she is not. The constructed binaries.
You could look at the film from another angle, as Margo puts it, – lure of the exotic. That which goes beyond, never attainable. You go chasing it. And it may posit two things: the real and the not real. The fascination chases us or has us in a bind. What are we chasing?
[picture courtsey: filmmonthly.com]
I liked a few of those pure shots – haptic visuals! The woman is a haunting beauty not just to the professor, but to the viewer as well. And when the two are together, the eyeline hardly matches. Probably, she is not real. They are not in the same plane. Once the professor encounters her for the first time in real time and place, she is no more in the real; she becomes his imagination. And then she can jump in and out of the frame, in out of the real and the unreal, and live in his imagination. The extreme close-ups and zooms-outs are a feast to the eye. But the finest is when the tourist rows his boat under the bridge from one water to the another, and then enters the mosque whose pillars are rooted in waters, and he rows through the landscape of a myriad of them…. that’s perfect! Beautiful!
In the quest for deconstructing the meaning-making, his construction and her deconstruction, Istanbul could be anywhere; it could be replaced by Banares in India or Beluru-Halebeedu in Karnataka. The film works as well.
Alain Robbe-Grillet wrote the script for Alain Resnais’ famous film Last Year at Marienbad. And this his film got clouded in the shadow of the master Resnais’ brilliance. You can see the influence in L’immortelle -call it indebtedness- to the better known French master – the long tracking shots of the “historic” mosque
It’s back to formal academics at St Joseph’s College Bangalore
The College reopens, and we begin with student orientation today.
Monday onwards regular classes begin.
For an already hectic schedule, these formal academics are only going to add – fuel to fire.
That reminds me that first I am an academic – Indian and our system does not honour its researchers. So, focus on academics. The best I could give. So, that is a reminder I must temper my research ambitions, and go to classroom.
Here is looking forward to a fruitful academic year 2017-18.
I had the opportunity of watching two very different films in Mangalore, recently. S.S. Rajamouli’s much acclaimed Hindi version of the original Telugu ‘Bahubali-2 Conclusion‘ and Harry Fernandes’ Konkani film Sophiya.
While Bahubali is brilliant for its special effects, graphics, and animation, the same thing can’t be said of its structure. I haven’t watched its first part – The Beginning. But those who have watched both the films tell me it is not necessary to watch the first. And they are absolutely right. There is no reference to the “I”.
I must say the entire film stands on its graphics, special effects, and sound design. But the film is worth the 168 minutes you spend on.
The Konkani is an orphan child. Sad for the little Coastal language. The little spoken minority, endangered coastal language has been struggling to make films in the last few decades. In a fragmented yet highly competitive cut-throat commercial world, a minority language like Konkani can’t afford to create pieces of mass produced, massed consum-able arts. But that in spite of the lack of a collective history or talent pool or an avalanche of resources, it still has dared make a film is great news.
From a critical perspective, the film is a bore – though the hundred plus audiences in the second week of its release in a multiplex screen seemed to enjoyed the film thoroughly! You hear your fellow viewers hum the lines of the songs happily!
From the story point, it is a very poor script and a plot. Nothing solid to hold on to. The same priest – the church – Catholic community environs. Konkani culture has not yet severed its priestly umbilical cords.
And then there is bad casting of almost all the characters – especially the child (Annie), her dad Alwyn, the physician and everybody else. The child has been badly handled. The director’s inexperience (in spite of the claims of having worked with many filmmakers) stands out. Sophiya’s final song on the beauty of the land is a absolute out-of-place in its tune as well as relevance. The best I can say about it is it is a childish venture, gone fully out of control, with the absolute ignorance of watching some post-independence era films.
From today on, intermittently, I will be uploading a few of pictures I clicked in the US.
Today’s consignment includes the famous and lovely Cerritos Council Library in Los Angeles, California. The Library is designed to attract people to read and fascinate them. No doubt, you will find hundreds of kids reading and playing in the library. Such an atmosphere fosters a good reading habits early in their childhood.
It keeps coming again and again! This time the visit to the US was very short – just about seven days for official work at Seattle University, and another 12 days in Arizona and California.
Disneyland and Hollywood besides my friends, were special!
Though I had visited a few places on my last visit, last year, this time it was more fun.
Arizona was new – Phonix. All thanks to Ida.