జవాబు లేని ప్రశ్న?

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చీకటికీ వెలుగుకీ మధ్య సన్నని చితి మంట సూరీడు,
ఉదయపు కిరణాలు చీల్చి రొజుకి స్వాగతం పలుకుతాయి,
వెన్నెల కాంతుల చల్లని తిమ్మిరిలు తలనుంచి వీడతాయి,
తెల్లని పాలలా చంద్రుని చెక్కిలిని ముద్దాడిన వెన్నెల కనుమరుగవుతుంది.


చావుకి బ్రతుకుకి, జన్మకి జన్మకి మధ్యన సన్నని మంట చితి,
చితికి ముందు చిగురాకులాగా రాలిన నీ శరీరం ఏం చెసింది,
ప్రపంచపు వేలకోట్ల జీవరాశి లో ఒకటి గా ఉందా, లేక,
ప్రపంచాన్ని నిర్ధెశించే జీవితం అయ్యిందా,
ప్రతి పని ప్రతి మాటా ఎక్కడ నిన్ను ఆనందపరిచింది,
అదే పని అదే మాట ఎవరిని బాధపెట్టింది,

అశరీరమైన నీ ఆత్మ ఈ శరీరాన్ని వీడీపోవలసిందేగా,
ఆశల తీరమైన నీ జన్మ ఈ శరీరాన్ని వదలలేకపోయిందేగ ?

అన్నింటికి అంతం మంట , అన్నింటికి ఆరంభం మంట,
చితి లో అంతమయిన నీ జన్మ, ఆ చితి తరువాత ఇంకో చోట మొదలవుతుంది,
ఈ జన్మ జన్మల పరంపర ల మధ్య ఏం సాధించావ్ ? ఏం కోల్పోయావ్ ?
సమాధానం లేని ప్రశ్న అడిగానా, సమధిలోనే జవాబు దొరికేనా,

ఏమో ??

జీవితపు చివరంచున పెర్చే చితి లోపు సమాధానం దొరకాలని ఆశిస్తూ.....


By,
Sai Karthik

Shadows and Fog

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It’s an irony that we have to watch the performances of artists like Mia Farrow, John Malkovich, John Cusack, Madonna and Woody Allen himself in the dark night accompanied by Shadows and fog. Woody Allen’s ‘Shadows and Fog’ is a delicious and unique version of homage to German Expressionism.

Kleinman (Played by Woody Allen) is awakened by a group of people who forcibly ask his help for catching the serial killer. Kleinman walks aimlessly around the streets, not knowing what to do. Irmy (Mia Farrow) and Paul (John Malkovich) are performers of a circus troop. Irmy is sword shallower and Paul is a clown. Imry leaves Paul after an altercation, as he is found in a compromising position with Marie (Madonna).

The funniest thing about Woody Allen works is his Farrago of women and sex. Apparently Irmy takes shelter in a brothel for a night as it is feared that the serial killer is roaming around the streets. Jodie Forster is one of the prostitutes in the brothel and here Woody comes up with an interesting conversation of Love and marriage among the prostitutes.

--Marriage. Let me tell you gals something about marriage.
You gotta work at marriage, like anything else.
--A good marriage takes a lot of work.
--When it starts feeling like work, it's over.
--It's all luck. We're all so dependent on luck.

 Jack (John Cusack) is a University student who visits the brothel with his friends. He sees Irmy and is attracted to her and makes an offer to sleep with her.

Jack: I'll give you anything you want.
Irmy: No, I'm just spending the night here.
Jack: Well, that's all I plan to do.

Jack: I'll give you $20.
Irmy: I'm afraid not.

Jack: $50.
Irmy: Sorry.

Jack: $100, $200..
Jack: I'll give you $500 to spend an hour with me.
Irmy: That is an exorbitant sum.
Jack: You're worth it.
Irmy: How do you know? I might be very disappointing.

Jack: 600. Cash.
Irmy: What's wrong with you? Can't you hear?

Jack: You're the most desirable woman I've ever met. I wanna make love to you. $700. You're really the most sensual woman I've ever seen. It's a quick $700.
Irmy: Let me see the $700. Can we use the back room?


 The conversation reminds me of ‘George Bernard Shaw’. There is a very gossamer relation between the two but for me it gives the vague hint of dichotomy on how Woody looks at female characters in his films.

George Bernard Shaw: Madam, would you sleep with me for a million pounds?
Woman: My goodness, Well, I'd certainly think about it.
Shaw: Would you sleep with me for a pound?.
Woman: Certainly not! What kind of woman do you think I am?!
Shaw: Madam, we've already established that. Now we are haggling about the price.

Irmy is caught in a police raid for not having a license and staying in a brothel. She meets Kleinman at the police station, later they both walk on streets. Kleinman asks her

“So when you have the sword down your throat,... what happens if you get hiccups?”


Even Kleinman visits the brothel to save himself from a violent mob who misunderstands him to be serial killer and here we see Woody Allen following the footsteps of the great Ingmar Bergman. Kleinman talks about Existentialism with Jack in the brothel. He talks about it with a dubious smirk and neurotic expression.

Jack: What are your views on divine matters?
Kleinman: Excuse me. Me?

Jack: I'm asking if you believe in God.
Kleinman: It's incredible. That's the third time tonight some body asked me that exact question.
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Kleinman: You doubt his existence and you can't make the leap of faith necessary.
I can't make the leap of faith to believe in my own existence.

(The beautiful conversation on Existentialism is deliberately trimmed.)

"Probably the greatest film artist, all things considered, since the invention of the motion picture camera"-- Woody Allen on Ingmar Bergman. Eventually Kleinman joins as an assistant to the magician Almstead of the circus troop. The serial killer is caught by Kleinman and the magician but he manages to escape.

The story ends without any information about the serial killer, he is free. Who knows may be the ‘serial killer’ character is just a MacGuffin which he picked from Alfred Hitchcock or just a tool to provide German Expressionism in the film. Woody Allen brilliantly uses the elements like noir, humour, intimacy, suspense, existentialism, MacGuffin, Voyeurism, Clairvoyance etc… in a single dark night with shadows and fog.
Originally published on Passionforcinema.com

Wild Strawberries: Politics of Existentialism

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As Hamm enquires about time in Beckett’s Endgame, Clov retorts that it is "the same as usual". In Endgame, Beckett deliberately constructs a very specific temporal framework, which nullifies the basic notion of time. If in Beckett’s play the ends and the beginnings are often dissolved into one another to create a sense of timelessness then in Wild Strawberries clocks without hands become a persistent symbol to suggest the same. While being interviewed by Jörn Donner, Bergman once recalled an encounter with death. During a minor operation, which he had, he was given a very high dose of anesthesia and as a consequence he remained senseless for eight long hours. Bergman recollected how during those eight hours, he was outside the realm of time. He experienced a total freedom from the tyranny of time which only death can ensure. But such freedom shall come along with the fear of the unknown that lays ahead and hence the desire for life over death. In Wild Strawberries Bergman shall indulge in a negotiation between life and death, the Eros and the Thanatos to arrive at self-knowledge. Right at the onset the protagonist meets his own corpse in a dream of apocalyptic dimensions. The film shall progress, as Isak Borg shall gradually come in terms with his own reality during the span of a day.

Isak Borg is a physician in his seventies, who’s has always secured a shelter within a cocoon, largely created by the figments of his own imagination. Borg has always maintained a distance from the harsh truth and has managed creating a fictive reality around him. The film however almost assumes the pattern of a dramatic monologue to expose him through a constant projection of the mismatch between his words and his deeds. In an epilogue to the film Isak claims his indifference towards human relationships, as people tend to become judgmental. As the film proceeds, however, we find that the old doctor is oversensitive when it comes to what others think of him. The character of Isak Borg was modeled after Bergman himself. The director was himself a compulsive liar as a child. Often being compelled to conform to the bourgeois structure against his wish, young Bergman would find his escape route in blatant lies. He too, like Isak shall weave a fiction around himself and would eventually get lost in it. Film making for Bergman has mostly been a process of "cleaning his upbringing" to confront his own lost self. This explains how film for Bergman becomes an anti-establishment political weapon to counter the bourgeoisie. The celluloid medium thus becomes for him a tool to defy the societal stereotypes.

For Bergman the artist the question that looms large is "who am I?" and all his creations might be seen as an endeavour to seek an answer to this. He acknowledges the presence of "an enormous amount of chaos" in him. He is also into a simultaneous recognition of the inefficiency of our social existence to accommodate this "chaos". He is aware of the duality residing in him but knows that this existence shall demand of him to play the role of a one-dimensional being. As Bergman points out how this uninspired living curbs down the possibilities for human potential, we are jerked out of our complacency towards a drudgery, which we had mistaken for life. We are compelled to ponder over what lies hidden beneath the apparent serenity as imposed by culture upon us. Marianne Borg shall provide as a perfect example to illustrate this case. Marianne is a fine young woman, whose sophistication perfectly conceals the pain of an individual nearing her spiritual exhaustion. Bergman’s characters are masked actors performing at the meaningless pantomime. While commenting upon the frequent use of close ups by Bergman, Peter Cowie, a Bergman scholar points out that the faces have become masks here and the close ups are intended to show how the different emotion find expression upon these masks.

It will not be an exaggeration perhaps to suggest that the growth of Existentialism as Philosophy is intrinsically linked with the intimidating socio-political realities of the mid twentieth century. The horrors of the world wars had shaken human belief. Existentialism exposes the inadequacy of this survival to provide human faculty with any scope for its betterment. For Bergman Existentialism becomes a potent form of protest against the contraption that this system has become.

Isak, when we first see him in the movie is into a habitual certainty of seeing himself as nothing but the old pedant he has made himself into. He is almost into a deliberate ignorance of what he is beneath this surface. The film thus attempts at revealing his subconscious through his dreams. As the old scholar revisits his youth through his dreams, Bergman adopts the technique of flashbacks into the past. In his dreams Isak visits their vacationing villa at the east coast of Sweden- a space where everything has been preserved as if untouched by time. Things have remained the same while Isak himself has grown old, showing signs of decay.

Initially in his dreams Isak assumes the role of a voyeur. He sees episodes that had taken place in his absence. And often the world of the dream and that of reality are fused into each other. The handless clock that had occurred to him in his dream becomes a real object when Isak’s mother shows him one such pocket watch that once belonged to the father and now shall be given to his eldest nephew.


As Isak’s mother complaints that she has always felt cold around her stomach we are left to ponder if the womb that had given birth to Isak is a dead womb or not. Our speculations are further endorsed by Marianne who sees the old lady as the epitome of the coldness that death is. We realize at once that being born from a dead womb, Isak strives to derive his succor from what others think about him. Isak must do this to sustain his ego, thus even in his dreams he listens to what is being said about him by Sara while the speaker remain unaware of his presence.

Sara was Isak’s first love. For Isak, Sara is the embodiment of ideal beauty. She could have provided him with the religion of love, but Isak’s desires were thwarted as Sara married his brother and not him. Bergman, however, makes Isak meet a new age Sara. The young girl in fact claims it to be a better idea for her admirers to talk about her than to quarrel over the existence of God. Bergman thus subtly presents here his view on religiosity- while institutionalized religion often becomes a weapon used by the bourgeoisie to manipulate the mass, spirituality, as contrary to the popular believe, lies in love.

It is Sara, who shall make Isak meet himself through her mirror. At the patch where wild strawberries once grew, Isak experiences his second birth. It’s a painful recognition of himself that Isak goes through but then every birth is through the portals of pain. Sigfrid’s baby becomes almost becomes a visual metaphor for the newly born Isak and Sara as the new mother comforts her child with the promises of a new beginning.

Isak has made a long journey to arrive at his anagnorisis. It is the journey of Jesus, son of man too the awareness of being Christ, the Son of God. Bergman subtly suggests this through his efficient use of montage. After catching a glimpse of Sara’s happy domesticity, as Isak stand dejected outside a door; he receives a Christ like injury as his palm starts bleeding, as he is hurt at a nail.


Isak Borg is exalted to the heights of a true absurd hero as he discerns the "extraordinary logic" permeating the apparently incoherent events of the day. He has finally arrived at recognition of himself. Those whom he has met during the day have made Isak confront fragments of him in them and he has been able to gather the pieces and arrange them together to arrive at a holistic understanding of himself. Free from the imposed identity that he had mistaken for himself, the old physician decides to share his experience with others. The film ends with Isak revisiting his childhood in yet another dream. But unlike the other disturbing nightmares that he has already experienced, in this last dream Isak finds back his parents. He is at last reconciled to his roots

But can there be any reconciliation within the frameworks of existentialism in which Bergman posits Isak Borg? Is it at all possible to reach an awareness about the self? Is their really any meaning for which we aspire? The questions remain unresolved. Bergman admits to his friend Donnar that with passing time he is becoming all the more unknown to himself. The distance between the person and the persona has become greater with time. Is then Bergman’s project of searching the self as undertaken in his films a failure? Perhaps not. Through his work Bergman has arrived at the supreme knowledge that there cannot be any specific identity. Neither is it possible nor desired. A specific identity shall limit the artist. It is through the acknowledgement of the different personas that dwell within that an artist strives at an estimation of the self.

By,
Priyanka Mukherjee

Battleship Potemkin : Revolution in Cinema

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The lion was in a slumber. The lion woke up to revolt. The lion rose to roar in glory of the rebellion, which held the promise of a free tomorrow - Eisenstein’s adept use of montage could kindle life into cold marble- three shots of a marble figure from three different angles, juxtaposed, became the metaphor for the Mutiny at Odessa. For years to come this scene shall provide, film critics, from all over the world, with an example of the best use of intellectual montage ever on celluloid. And for the common cine- enthusiast, this shall be one of the most memorable junctures in the History of World Cinema - Surely one of its defining moments. Eisenstein dared to free the medium from its fetters and to propose a new language for it. Collision of shots, shall from now on make celluloid all the more eloquent. Cinema would never be the same again.

Hyderabad to Chennai in just Rupees 14 !

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My friend travelled from hyd to chennai in just Rupees 14.

A journey is nevertheless enjoyable, joyful with some real fun and people around. Also, it is very much true that not all journeys are same. A twist here and there, a surprise out of unknown baggage, a delay in reaching to station, glitches, meeting unknown people, what not, these are few things that make a transit memorable.

So, why am I taking about journey?

Yes, there is a reason my dear friends, it is because of my dearest friend, who travelled all the way from Hyderabad to Chennai. C'mon why is this journey so different? No point in wasting the time let us delve into the details....

One day I got a call from my friend "COOL DUDE", he was happy to tell me that he is joining ICICI bank in chennai, more than joining his bank, we are meeting after a long time of one year. I was happy too, thinking we will have fun along with my other friends in my room. He told he is coming on so and so date.

All set my boy, his adventurous journey started on 13-Aug-2010 at 7.00 PM in Charminar Express, at Hyderabad. Got into the train, went to his berth, to his surprise another person was already sitting. Oh Gosh! he is even more surprised to see someone occupying his seat. Started explaining to that guy this is so and so train and he is owner of that berth for that day. The other guy was also in dire shock, so both had a cross check of their respective tickets, HOLY COW, are these tickets Xerox with only the name change. My friend ran to TT standing on the platform and tried to explain the situation. Instead of driving the point home, TT advised our COOL DUDE to entrain.

Wow! Journey started, these two poor people saw each of their faces, fellow passengers joined, out of those herd someone pointed to the grave mistake (probably the truth) COOL DUDE's ticket was booked for 14-AUG-2010. "Are you crazy, :() , how on earth you could travel a day earlier, with next days reservation." COOL DUDE, asked himself.

Now it is time to get panic, yes he did panic, called up few friends, thought of getting down from running train to pulling the chain... all the thoughts that can possible come to already panicked brain, a kind of dismal thoughts. The best thought, of course, was to call friends, YES, he received a suggestion to just speak to TT and try to get a berth.

Not all bad things happen to good people, COOL DUDE met a bunch of good people, out of which fortunately or unfortunately one of the guy missed the train. He engaged into a conversation with them and told about his adventure, GOOD PEOPLE right, they offered him a berth. Our COOL DUDE was looking at TT , traversed S1 to S14 and S14 to S1 , 3 times, no signs of TT. "GOD IS GREAT", felt himself, and slept.

Haaa, a yarn, phone rang early in the morning, don’t mistake me it is 7.15AM 14-Aug-2010. I woke up, COOL DUDE on the other side, he was tensed..... grrrr ( my feeling)... He got berth, slept bindaaaaas whole night, not paid a penny to TT, why tensed. COOL DUDE got down at sullurpet (last stop before Chennai), thinking he will get caught in chennai for travelling without a valid ticket. OMG! I yelled, I was about to start to railway station to pick him up(although I woke up just now), was not prepared for this unexpected twist!!!

Okay, I suggested him again to catch up a local train and come to chennai.

Great, a adventure ended, finally the cost of travelling from Hyderabad to Chennai is 14Rs.

Do you think, this is the end of the story? Believe me it is not, YES, it is not... now comes the roller coaster ride.


I am at Chennai central station, with bleak charge in my mobile, hoping that it will not shutdown till I meet COOL DUDE. Dialed his number.... tring tring .... tring tring... this is what I expected, else you would have expected some ring back tone..


"The Mobile phone number you are trying to reach is currently, switched OFF"

What, yes COOL DUDE's mobile is switched OFF. He is gone, the only contact for him in Chennai is me, and .. and what no other option.

Suddenly, my mobile switched OFF..

Do you expect a better suspense, a thriller, or what ever you name it..... Enough...

I was searching for Common charging point and STORY COMES TO AN END, COOL DUDE is also there to charge his mobile, calling me just to hear, what I heard....

"The Mobile phone number you are trying to reach is currently, switched OFF"

This cool dude is an Assistant Manager in ICICI bank.

By
Sai Karthik

Krishna doesn't share food!

One of my colleague has a complaint on me, she repeatedly used to say that 'You have a bad habit of not sharing food with your collegues and friends'. I was a bit surprised with that statement, she was partially correct, i dont share food but its not true with all the food items which i eat, i would readily grant the whole plate if it is made from Dondakaya or Bendakaya.


So my colleague tells this to her friend and her friend asks "Is Krishna the only offspring?" and she was spot on, and what made her ask this question (conclusion?) . The theory which she told is that the Only son/daughter are not used to sharing food in their childhood as they dont have any brothers or sisters to share. May be she is right but i would not agree to such an allegation because i do share food with others. So what made my colleague to make such a statement? She has seen me couple of times for not allowing my friends to share my  Ice-Cream and thus she had made a opinion on me.


I still dont get how others share their Ice-Creams and Chocolates. If i share my ice-creams or choclocates i feel that i havent eaten it at all. I admire people who share their Ice-Creams and Chocolates with their friends and colleagues.