Khelein Hum Jee Jaan Sey

Masterda, a.k.a. Surya Sen is a Bengali true legend.   Like the fictional Feluda and Ghanada, one is challenged to think of actors who would do justice to the stature of these real life superheroes.   This weekend sees the release of the much awaited Abhishek starrer.

The Times of India review said,

"Based on the book Do and Die: The Chittagong Uprising 1930-1934 by ManiniChatterjee, Khelein Hum Jee Jaan Sey documents a chapter from Indian history and showcases the exploits of real-life heroes. Led by Surjya Sen ( Abhishek Bachchan), an ordinary school teacher, the gang of revolutionaries, comprised mainly by teenagers, unleashes a subterranean raid against the British occupation in distant Chittagong.

On April 18, 1930, they simultaneously attack several British outposts -- the armoury, the cantonment,the telegraph office, the European club -- with their indigenous bombs, weapons and raw valour. This leads to four years of hide and seek, where the patriots try to escape the wrath of the Raj that strikes back ruthlessly. Was this the brave, albeit relatively unknown beginning of India's freedom struggle?"

It goes on to say 

"The high point of Gowariker's film is the fact that it combines high-octane drama with a high degree of restraint. The film unfolds like a relentless thriller with loads of action involving the band of revolutionaries as they go about their bloody business. Yet no one hollers the national anthem at youor grows hysterical with patriotic pulp. Instead, the director gently salutes the spirit of nationalism in a seminal scene where the bunch of teenage revolutionaries discover the hypnotic allure of a hymn like `vande mataram' while resting under the shade of the trees in their village. And the fact that it all begins with a bid to get back their football field makes the teenage uprising even more endearing.
The film has an interesting ensemble cast of young boys who enlist in their local school teacher's (Abhishek Bachchan) desi army. Abishek's Bachchan's Surjya Sen is simple, uncluttered and played straight from the heart as are Deepika Padukone's Kalpana Dutta, Vishakha Singh's Pritilata Waddedar and Sikandar Kher's Nirmal Sen. Like the revolution, the romance too is underplayed and both Deepika and Vishakha create a smouldering, yet silent ardour on screen for their respective heroes. For there isn't much time -- and opportunity -- for love under the shadow of the bullet and the bomb, is there? The film maker has tried to recreate the 1930s Chittagong in Goa, but the authenticity of the period piece doesn't suffer. Both the styling and the cinematography of the film exhibit an eye for detail. But it is the director's narrative style and his attempt to re-tell history through a racy-pacy tenor that gives the film its movement and manages to drive the message home."

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Khelein Hum Jee Jaan Sey Bollywood CD 2010
Thank you, 2010 !!!

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The Gauris, the Elizabeths, the potter -Ismail's - girlfriends and the Yashodamais of Worldtech.  Three cheers!!!

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Lagaan Team: The Bhuvans of Worldtech

The Bhuvans of Worldtech, as well as the fortune tellers, the potters, the poultry farmers, the blacksmiths, the woodcutters, and the drummers and dancers of our team.

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Link to pics of the Worldtech Women's Team, the Gauris, Elizabeths, and the Yashodamais.


Moments from the day.


One of the nicest pictures I got to take in the whole day.  This was while the first match was in progress and everyone was fresh and wide-eyed.

Are these guys dancing or is this one of those rare moments when you let your feelings hang all out?  Click on the picture to see the two up close.  A classic Worldtech moment.


Why are you not telling everybody that you know we are going to win?

The Worldtech Thanksgiving Cricket Outing



Where:  Amberpet Water Works Ground, Hyderabad
When:  7 a.m. to 5 p.m., November 26, 2010


Waiting for tea at 7 a.m. on a cold morning, Dr. Ramesh took to the nets.  While the 30 odd people watched with some skepticism, he proceeded to break a couple of leg spinners, his wristwatch, and his radius and ulna, along with delivering a few top notch deliveries (something that he avoided in college) before retiring clutching his chest with one hand and his forearm with the other.

Shoeb, Raghav, and Gang walked in early too.  The one-km dirt riding track did not do much to dampen their spirits and they put up a brave fight well into the day.

The gunpowder plot conspirators in an early morning huddle.  The gathering was stimulating, the mist dense, and all of us kept looking out for the next person walking in.

Frantic phone calls for directions were not aided by the poor signal quality on the ground, a must remember for next tournaments.

This is the cooling system for the amp.  We didnt figure out how hot the music would be getting as the morning gave way to the afternoon, and Zaheer, Charles, Raghav, Vijay, Sadashiv, Sharma, and many others took to "the floor."
Storks waiting for food to swoop in on at a outflow on the way to the Waterworks ground.


The access route for the ground has a wide variety of traffic on it.
Watching the men dance gives rise to different reactions in different people.


The juniors too were important participants, paying attention to detail while the grown ups pondered the larger picture.




Strategies were made, dissected, and demolished as the race for the finals drew closer. 

Thanksgiving Day is a Day of National Mourning

Is Thanksgiving a day of national mourning?  You must be joking!

One of the prettiest jokes in the history of modern Americas is that of Columbus’ landing, one of discovery, but look at it from the Indian’s perspective, a man washed up, differently colored, speaks another language, doesn’t have a clue where he is, is quite certain he is where he is not, and pretty much at the mercy of the land he has stepped upon.

What followed is famous, and my favorite read is the People’s History of the United States.  I have added a link to the book on Amazon if you are interested. But the fact remains that Thanksgiving is observed as the day of national mourning by many who feel strongly about how the rights of the indigenous cultures of America have been destroyed and people abused by the colonizers. Two sides to every coin, I guess.

The ownership of land was a concept unheard of and perhaps even sacrilegious.  Today, we have private ownership, not only of land and water, but even air. You can get a license to pollute the air to a certain extent, and to pollute to an even greater extent if you buy carbon credits elsewhere. Education has been privatized as has healthcare. My recent experiences with the legal system showed me that even due process is owned by private entities, and attempts to claim your right to justice without the help of those entities can be a very frustrating experience. We truly have a lot to be thankful for.

Thanksgiving is a time for all to come together, and to leave behind labels of victim and perpetrator.  I guess. I mean, it would be nice.

To give thanks for being together in this journey of abundance and joy.  That would be nice too, wouldn't it?

As the chill sets in, and the festivities continue, let me leave you with these haunting lines from Robert Frost, lines that apply more than ever to our fragmented times.


Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."

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Mario Vargas Llosa is the recipient of the 2010 Nobel Prize for Literature, the Nobel Committee announced this morning from the Swedish Academy in Stockholm, Sweden. And he wasn't on the lists of favorites.

Among the contemporary greats, somehow, I have not read Vargas Llosa.  Have you?  The same with Xiaobo, whose name was not known to me till the prizes were awarded.  The same happened with Brodsky.  Do leave a comment as to which you rate as his best work and why. Humor - an ignoramus.

Since 1901, the Nobel Committee has honored outstanding individuals in the fields of science, peace and literature with a medal, personal diploma and cash award. In his will, Alfred Nobel noted the fourth prize area to be in literature, and since then, respected writers from broad social, cultural an critical areas have been honored, including Orhan Pamuk, Seamus Heaney, John Steinbeck and Toni Morrison.

Leading up to the announcement, Ladbrokes hosted betting on the Literature Prize winner and had featured Cormac McCarthy at the top with 5/2 odds. Haruki Murakami and Ngugi wa Thiong'o also sat at the top of the list with favorable winning odds.

Read this at The Huffington Post


Vargas Llosa’s writing is almost universally admired and he had long been mentioned as a possible Nobel candidate, but his gradual shift from the left toward an embrace of free-market capitalism has put him at odds with much of the hemisphere’s intellectual elite.


Marquez tweeted, cuentas iguales.

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I was a little worried when some of my lady friends on Facebook started putting out status messages saying stuff like I like it on the floor, I like it on top of the fridge, I like it on the dressing table.  And it is not like ALL my lady friends on Facebook are this explicit about their likes.  In a daze at this revolution of sorts, I was slapped awake to my own ignorance when I read on to to realize that this was a part of the promotion of the Breast Cancer Awareness month.  These women were responding to a viral that asked them to post “where we put our handbag the moment we get home for example 'I like it on the couch...’ reportedly in support of the October campaign this year.  
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