Saturday, 27 February 2016

HIGH DEFINITION

Tell me when did you cry last
Tell me what happened
I’m sure it started with
A swelling up that seemed legit
Before the dam collapsed
And flooded the sunken gaps

Did not your eyes get blurry?
Couldn't you not see nothing
At least, not with clarity?
Did not distorted colours play havoc
With ever-changing contours
How relieving, is it not, to release?
Ridding the shackles of burden;
A sum of unfortunate responsibility

Tell me how, my love
When your eyes began to dry
And your cry began to settle
You cleansed the filth
That your sobbing left by
Under the crescent of moony eyes
Leading to the ridge of your nostrils
That breathe fire and ice
In frantic, off-beat rhythms
Until they find a settlement
Of another perpetual stream in air

And finally, when you wiped
The leftovers from a rancid memory
That you had, at a time, harboured
With showers and floods of tactics
In expression and impressions
Did not it all seem in a higher definition?
The kind in which you and I
Had once seen each other?

-K.G.

THE NEIGHBOUR

Through openings on walls
Of his house if you see
People passing tree-shaded streets
Where grow flowers with hovering bees
Where jumbled echoes of the azhaan
And fabricated hymns of devi maa
Flow waging the decibel battle
Stirring so often the whimsical cattle
That step through a pathway beside
The walls of his wealthy white
Along which is a stinted wall
Not as plastered, not as tall

Frequently, along urine slides down
Upon both walls with familiar sound
Weather guard paint saves the days
For my dear friend with little dismay
But for the man behind the other wall
Great misery does befall
Under his roof, at the lower altitude
Seeps in the filth of a stink profuse
The humming of the heeng fails
All flavours of dinner derailed
The meagre refuge from the day's toil
Becomes reflection of his turmoil

Sounds of anguish and of the obtuse
Do equally both houses produce
Happy days of frolic cries
Also do both often realise
My friend begins with sweet kheer
And for last course has the paan
While his neighbour burns the roti
And bulldozes it for a naan
Both neighbours use same roads
One peddling two wheels, the other driving four

A generator roars at my friend’s home
When power cuts hinder his chandelier’s shine
While his neighbour’s daughter reads alone
Beneath candle flame during examination time
My friend can choose to discard food
While his neighbour feasts on his discards
May be even bread and soup
In absence of his neighbour’s guard

-K.G.

PIECES

He recalls a time when he was smaller
Both in shape and in size
And everything in this undulating world
Seemed bigger to his timid eyes.
Since then he has so much grown
Into newer skins and narrow bones
Newer pieces make him bigger;
The older ones he discards
A perpetual migration at forever play
Whilst any fixation is plain charade
His pieces bind his being
But his being is not bound

He slides and slips and brushes against
Diminishing pieces with extinct remains
Also does he make plundering scoops
At bounties that even choke his room
Pieces gathered and pieces spent
Pieces that chip off at uneasy descends;
Then pieces which are chosen at will,
Pieces that have been rested still.

At a later time I find him again
Divided in fragments, sans any claim
His pieces– all dissipating with use
Some chipping off, some getting fused
This saga of living a doom
Within the ending chapter's gloom
Comes out nothing like the foreseen
His open eyes can't evade the dream
So he searches pieces from a lost time
That dazzled so much in sunshine
But watchers have when happily died
Beauty perishes in the beholder's eyes

-K.G.

DE-TERMINATED: A movie review on The Terminator(1984)

In the second half of October 1984, the world was given to witness a collateral possibility of what’s to come and become of the human race. Under the direction of James Cameron, Orion Pictures distributed a revolution in the realms of Science Fiction, THE TERMINATOR.

Right from the opening scene, James Cameron depicts a future where the existence of human race has been reduced to a literal war of existence against the machines. In Cameron’s 2029, the planet is taken over by SKYNET: a very manmade, artificial intelligence program prepared by the U.S. government for military assistance. This system program backfires however, due to a computer virus and becomes self-aware, perceiving the human race as threat. However, the remaining human race still has one ray of hope- John Connor, leader of Resistance(a heroic organisation fighting against machines).

In the utterly masculine embodiment of Arnold Schwarzenegger, a Terminator i.e. a cyborg under SKYNET is sent back in time from the year 2029 to 1984 with the objective of assassinating Sarah J. Connor, future progenitor of the unborn John Connor. While Sarah is outlined as a regular suburban lass who lives with her friend is Los Angles, she is unaware of the dangers encapsulating her future. But to her advantage, the Resistance has sent back one of their soldiers, Kyle Reese to protect Sarah from the Terminator.

First and foremost, Cameron must be congratulated for his fluidic incorporation of the concept of time-travel in an already intriguing plot of science fiction. The visual effects introduced to Hollywood through The Terminator have remained to be pillars in the science-fictional domain of movie making. It can be assumed safely that moviegoers at the premier of The Terminator did not expect a nude, sinewy and expressionless Schwarzenegger falling out of nowhere within the cracking of thunders. But today, Schwarzenegger is most remembered for his role of the Terminator that Cameron tailored for him. This is direct definition of the impact which the movie left in the minds of people then and then onwards.

It goes without saying that to bring life to a character like the Terminator may seem critically easy or difficult to some, however so it was indeed a very crafty art to master, which Schwarzenegger did so finely. Arnold’s role in the movie served as a main highlight, complementing a greatly compelling plot. Alongside, Sarah Connor’s story unfurls eventfully and the expressionistic realisation of her fate has been justly played out by Linda Hamilton. Kyle Reese’s apparently diminished contributions to the plot are realised when he, in fact, turns out to be the John Connor’s father. This denouement surprises the audience greatly and further compels them for the upcoming TERMINATOR 2: JUDGEMENT DAY.

Though Cameron’s use of the VFX was almost not as mighty as what Hollywood had already seen in projects like STAR TREK or STAR WARS, he still succeeded in freaking out his audience at the sight of the Terminator performing surgeries on himself, in the 80’s. This conviction of his idea probably became his USP and THE TERMINATOR made $7.8 million at the box office in 1984, which by then’s standard was massive.

Having changed the mindsets of people about the possibilities of man-made machines, THE TERMINATOR captured a very basic human line of thought which is ‘survival’. Right after science barged its way into civil society, Herbert Spencer had remarked on Darwin’s theory of Evolution, coining “Survival of the fittest”. This timeless insight is what Cameron experimented with, only he kicked it up a notch. While until the conception of a Terminator, the survival was to be against the wild, nature and other homo sapiens. Cameron patented the idea of a man-made intelligence that could turn against man. His concept was received with admiration and THE TERMINATOR was soon a household phrase across U.S.A and beyond.

The film premiered on October 26, 1984. In its opening week, THE TERMINATOR played at 1,005 theatres and grossed $4.0 million making it number one in the box office. The film remained at number one in its second week too. Schwarzenegger’s famous dialogue phrase- “I’ll be back”, ranks #37 on American Film Institute’s list of top 100 dialogues of all time. All in all, James Cameron presented the world with a masterpiece that time cannot erase and left us with a message that will forever echo in the cavities of our conscience…
"That Terminator is out there! It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are dead."