Sunday, September 30, 2007

“Little is the Light -Nostalgic travels in the mini-states of Europe”

BY Usha Vaidyanathan Just finished a delightful book titled “Little is the Light -Nostalgic travels in the mini-states of Europe” by Vitali Vitaliev. The title describes it all leaving no room for imagination and yes that is what it is – a travelogue covering several of the smallest states quite literally dotting the map of Europe: Liechtenstein, San Marino, Mount Athos, Isle of Man, Faroe Islands, Luxembourg, Gibraltar, Andorra, Malta, Monaco, Seborga. Some of these are already popular tourist destinations, some attractive as tax havens a few mini industrial powers and some of them were recently formed. I find travelogues tedious and avoid them as a rule. I prefer to discover places on my own rather than read someone else’s impressions. A couple of times I had allowed myself to be led by others’ opinions proved to be a great disappointment for me. Each one of us looks for different things in a new place and it has to be felt first hand. I must confess that the only reason I picked up the book was because it was on sale at landmark and a hardback copy was available at a mere Rs.50! But the book turned out to be a lottery at that price – much like some of the countries like Bahrain and Qatar which I visited with a lot of apprehension but which turned out to be great experiences. Two important factors make the book very interesting. First, the author’s interesting comparisons with other countries and with his experiences in communist Russia to draw parallels or contrasts with the tiny states he writes about in the book. This takes one on a philosophical journey on the nature of Power and the reaction of people to Power and what makes certain forms of government successful and others so rotten. The second is the author’s sense of humor and the easy style of writing. It is almost like sharing the tales of his voyages with the author on a lazy afternoon over endless cups of tea with him talking about a trip with leisurely digressions on Vodka drinking, the ubiquitous American tourists in Europe, annihilation of borders, the European community and of the hellish life in Communist Russia where he grew up and its pretentious claims. Here’s an example. During the train journey in Switzerland on his way to the alpine principality of Liechtenstein, the author’s thoughts wander towards military service which is compulsory in Switzerland.
"Military service is compulsory in Switzerland and every male is drafted for several weeks once a year until he reaches a fairly mature age. In between the call-ups he is supposed to store his arms and military equipment at home, so it wouldn’t be too far fetched to assume that you can find a couple of mortars and machine-guns, to say nothing of bullets and grenades under every Swiss bed. Can there be a connection here with Switzerland’s constantly declining birth rate?"
These kinds of mischievous and funny thoughts that the author shares with us makes it seem like a friendly conversation rather than a boring monologue on the history and geography of the place. Here’s another that crosses his mind on seeing a Chinese restaurant in Liechtenstein:
"Looking for the house where Beethoven was born in Bonn, I eventually discovered that it was fully occupied by a Chinese restaurant. had Beethoven been alive, he would have had to write a Yum Cha Sonata."
!! The countries themselves are fascinating, each in its own way. Like people with interesting little habits, different cultures have quaint customs which are always interesting to read about. For someone who is used to the size and population of a country like India, the size and population of these countries itself is a fascinating fact. Just to give a few examples of the approximate area and population of some of these: Liechtenstein (160 sq km, 34250), San Marino: (62 sq.km, 23000), Mount Athos: (390 sq. Km, 2250). Here are some more facts which might sound like urban legends or fabrications of a fertile mind were it not from a serious travelogue: Liechtenstein: The police force consists of 55 policemen who are the only uniformed people in the country. With a very low crime rate, a policeman’s main duty in Liechtenstein is to make sure that the shops observe their opening and closing hours.
"The prison itself is a set of bright, sun-lit rooms with breathtaking view of alps from the windows. Instead of iron bars, the windows were supplied with neat electric curtains that could be drawn at the push of a button. There were paintings on the walls as the government regulation specified that the prison must sped one percent of their budget on works of art. Their meals were delivered to the prisoners thrice a day from a restaurant nearby by a van with the words “gourmet Service” on its sides. On top of it all, the prisoners were paid for each day of their detention."
At the time of the author’s visit, the 13 inmates of the prison were all illegal immigrants. San Marino: In San Marino the calendar officially begins in 301 AD, the year of the country’s foundation. So it is 1706 in San Marino now. Mount Athos: is a self governing Orthodox monastic mini-state on the Halkidiki peninsula in Northern Greece. The Holy Mountain (another name for Mount Athos) is one of the world’s exclusive places and the number of foreign visitors is limited to no more than ten a week. Some 1700 monks and hermits live in twenty monasteries and lots of abbeys, sketes, cells and huts. The country has the lowest population of females : 0. Women are not allowed : not even the Queen of England. The monks live by the Julian calendar.
“indeed, modern time does not exist on the Holy Mountain. as we found out later in the journey, clocks in some monasteries are set to midnight at sunset. In others they were set to midday at dawn. This made fixing any kind of appointment on Mount Athos a pretty hopeless business, which didn’t seem to bother the monks, whose only appointments were with God.”
Isle of Man:
"Brian Stowell’s profession is among the world’s rarest; he is one of the two people on our planet teaching the ancient Gaelic language of Manx... Out of a population of 70,000 only about fifty islanders are fluent in Manx these days and fewer than 700 can get by it."
Luxembourg: The country has Europe’s largest percentage of immigrant population at 30%. It was foreign workers who helped Luxembourg achieve the world’s highest living standard in the postwar era while many of the natives had gone to America seeking wealth. The Faroe Islands: The country is mountainous and is marked by its total lack of flowers and trees. The reason : the 80000 sheep – almost twice the human population of the islands are the reason why trees are absent and the wind does not favor blooming of flowers. It is a football crazy nation with 400 men's and 25 women’s football teams and the islands’ population is 49,000. Seborga:
“In the 1960s, Giorgio Carbone, the son of a local flower farmer and a flower farmer himself, decided to revive Seborga’s statehood. he proclaimed himself Prince Giorgio I and started campaigning for the village’s separation from Italy and complete independence. By the early nineties, he had managed to lure into his camp (or rather into his self-proclaimed principality) not only all 350 residents of Seborga, but also about 2000 people from several neighboring village communes who were obviously fed- up with the unending scandal and corruption of Italian politics, as well as the high Italian taxes...The Italian government stays mum, ignoring all developments in Seborga.”
The prince has written his principality’s constitution and at the time of the author’s visit, he had fourteen cabinet ministers reporting to him and an army of five soldiers! Charming? quaint? unbelievable? absurd? bizarre ? Opening up the mind to the wonders of human nature – that is what travel does and to widen ones perspective to know what one has always known is not always the best and the correct way of life. Travel to these small states can sometimes be much more difficult and cumbersome than to the larger and more popular tourist destinations and the stay itself may be too expensive or too uncomfortable. It is quite possible that many of these described in this book may be out of the reach for the ordinary budget traveler not to mention the visa complications. A good alternative is a journey through the eyes of the author which is well worth the time.

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Rani Mukherji in Laga Chunari Mein Daag


Invisible hands of time cheselle sadness and joys

Laga Chunari Mein Daag


Yash Raj Films

Dir: Pradeep Sarkar

Prod. Aditya Chopra & Pradeep Sarkar







SYNOPSIS



Badki and Chutki live a fun-filled life in Banaras, playing pranks, sneaking off to see a forbidden mujra, and soaking up all the excitement that goes on the ghats of the Ganga.


Badki is aware that the family is in dire straits, but she and her mother protect Chutki at all costs.When things get worse, Badki decides to go to Mumbai and seek a living for the family.Alone and unsupported in the midst of the urban jungle of Mumbai, Badki battles with dark forces, keeping her focus on her purpose to support her family and continue Chutki’s education. She deliberately morphs into someone else, leading a secret life full of murky compromises.


When Chutki comes to Mumbai to work, things take a dramatic turn. Badki’s life turns into a minefield, as she has to hide her secrets from Chutki. Chutki finds success at work, and love that delights her heart. Badki finds the magic of love, but lets it slip away before it can blossom, as she believes it’s not in her destiny.


She battles menace and blackmail alone, not letting these dark shadows fall on Chutki or her family.But her dual life is revealed, and the two sisters are face to face, in a confrontation neither had expected. And when love beckons Badki again, the whole family is thrown in a tumultuous storm. Everything threatens to explode in their faces, destroying all of them.


Will Badki get the happy ending she deserves? Or will the shadows of her past douse the lamps of hope? Will her secrets ruin Chutki’s happiness? Can their parents face up to all this?

Friday, September 28, 2007

Sneak Peak - Om Shanti Om





Ajab si - Ankhon men teree ajab si adaayen hain

  1. Best song in a long long time Ajab Si Singer - KK Lyrics - Vishal dadlani (shocker ???) Movie - Om Shanti Om आँखों में तेरी अजब सी अजब सी अदाएं हैं दिल को बनादे जो पतंग साँसे यह तेरी वोह हवाएँ हैं आयी ऐसी रात है जो बहुत खुशनसीब hai चाहे जिसे दूर से दुनिया, वोह मेरे करीब है कितना कुछ कहना है फिर भी है दिल में सवाल कहीँ सपनों में जो रोज़ कहा है वोह फिर से कहूं या नहीं आँखों में तेरी अजब सी अजब सी अदाएं हैं दिल को बनादे जो पतंग साँसे यह तेरी वोह हवाएँ हैं तेरे साथ साथ ऐसा कोई नूर आया है चांद तेरी रौशनी का हल्का सा एक साया है तेरी नज़रों ने दिल का किया जो हश्र, असर यह हुआ अब इनमे ही डूब के हो जाऊं पार, यही है दुआ आँखों में तेरी अजब सी अजब सी अदाएं हैं दिल को बनादे जो पतंग साँसे यह तेरी वोह हवाएँ हैं To listen to this song go to http://www.desiconnection.com/dc-movie-player.asp?rpath=http://www.desiconnection.com/musicweb/ramfiles/dc/Ajab_Si.ram

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

"The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford"

Jesse James [BRAD PITT] was one of the country’s first bona fide celebrities. There have been countless books written and tales told about America’s most famous outlaw—all of them colorful and fascinating, all focused on his larger-than-life public persona and daring exploits, and most of them bearing only incidental reference to the truth. To those he robbed and terrorized, and to the families of those he admittedly killed, he may have been just a criminal, but in the sensational newspaper articles and dime novels chronicling the James Gang throughout the 1870s, Jesse was the object of awe and admiration. He was a Robin Hood, they suggested, targeting railroad owners and banks that exploited poor farmers. He was a man with a tragic cause, a wronged and wounded Confederate soldier striking back against the Union that had ruined his life. Most importantly, to an increasingly buttoned-down and citified population leading ordinary lives, he was the last frontiersman—a symbol of freedom and the American spirit, a charismatic rebel who flouted the law and lived by his own rules…by all accounts, a legend. Foremost among his admirers was Robert Ford [CASEY AFFLECK], an idealistic and ambitious young man who had devoted his life to the hope of one day riding alongside his idol. He could never have imagined that history would ultimately mark him as the "the dirty little coward" who shot Jesse in the back. But who was Jesse James, really—behind the folklore and the selling of newspapers? And who was Robert Ford, just nineteen and a member of Jesse’s inner circle, who was able to bring down such a formidable figure when lawmen across ten states had tried and failed? How did they come to be friends and what happened between them in the days and hours leading up to the gunshot that would end one man’s life and become the definition and sum total of another’s? No one will ever know the whole truth. Based on the novel by Ron Hansen, "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford" delves into the private lives of America’s most notorious outlaw and his unlikely assassin to offer a new perspective on a legend and address the question of what really may have transpired in the months before that infamous shooting. The year is 1881 and Jesse is 34 years old. As he plans his next great robbery, he continues to wage war on his enemies who are trying to collect the reward money and the glory riding on his capture. But the greatest threat to his life could come from those he would trust the most.

The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford

Bhandardara IV

Take my breath away / I'm out of breath

Hair-raising experience


Country Roads


Nin-kam-poop


I'm lovin' it!

Bhandardara - III

New Age Agrro

Green


Sunshine on my shoulder


Natural Rift


Udanga

Bhandardara - II






Bhandarda Clicks

Bhandardara: Igatpuri


View from MTDC resort

These days it i defficult to find reservoirs that are clean and pretty.
This is one example


Wilson Dam


Randh Falls - Thirs highest falls in India

Good Luck Chuck

GOOD LUCK CHUCK












It all started when Charlie Logan was ten years old. Breaking the cardinal rules of spin-the-bottle, Charlie refused to lip-lock with a demented Goth girl--and she put a hex on him. Now, twenty-five years later, Charlie is a successful dentist--and still cursed. While his plastic surgeon best friend, Stu, pursues as many of his patients as possible, Charlie can't seem to find the right girl. Even worse, he discovers at an ex-girlfriend's wedding that every woman he's ever slept with has found true love--with the next guy after him. Before he knows it, Charlie's reputation as a "good luck charm" has women--from sexy strangers to his overweight receptionist--lining up for a quickie. But a life filled with all sex and no love has Charlie lonelier than ever--that is, until he meets Cam. An accident-prone penguin specialist, Cam is as hard-to-get as she is beautiful. But when a genuine romance develops, Charlie realizes he's got to find a way to break his good-luck curse--before the girl of his dreams winds up with the next guy she meets.



A Hilarious comedyabout the luckiest - and unluckiest - guy on the planet, Good Luck Chuck stars Dane Cook, Jessica Alba, Dan Fogler, and Lanny Ross. The movies is directed byMark Helfrich.



http://www.goodluckchuckthemovie.com/

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Trek to Kalsubai We started for Mt. Kalsubai, the highest mountain in Shayadris, by boarding the 9:30 am train to Kasara. It is a two hours journey from Chatrapati Shivaji Terminus to Kasara. We were expecting a mad rush for seats, as is usual in Mumbai locals, but to our surprise, the bogey was virtually empty. We all rejoiced and snuck into comfortable corner of the trains. In an hours time we had left Thane. Their was a sudden change in the landscape as FSI guzzling monsters of multi-storied apartments gave way to wide-open fields, lush green after the monsoons. We had reached Kasara by 11:30. Our destination was Bhandardara. We had planned the trip as an extended stay at Bhandardara to soak in the numerous sights for which Bhandardara has now become famous, following which we intended to spend the night at either Bhandardara or Bari (a small hamlet, some distance from Bhandardara), and then begin an early morning trek to Mt. Kalsubai. The transport situation appeared a bit daunting to us as the taxi operators inflated their rates, the moment they caught a glimpse of a bunch of city-slickers a.k.a. Ness Roadies. We decided to grab a cup of tea before we began our next stretch of travel. It was getting hotter and everybody was itching to get out of the city limits. Therefore, we hired a cab for Bhandardara and took the Delhi-Agra Highway. After around an hour’s journey, we took a turn from Ghoti to Bhandardara. Ride beyond Ghoti is a veritable splendor of nature. Mountains, humble not lofty, greet you with grace and tenderness. Time just ran and we managed to touch Bhandardara by 1.30. It is amazing how some times when you venture out of Mumbai or any other city the first sight of a natural formation, mountains, sea, reservoirs etc., can take you breath away. That is what happened to us at Bhandardara. We were standing on top of a hillock, when we saw the magnificent Bhandardara Lake / Lake Arthur. Sun was playing hide and seek with us, mere mortals. It would appear in glee brightening up our day and filling us with pure joy. Reflection of sun extended from one end of the shore to the other. Millions of golden lamps floated in the river surface. Then, the clouds would nudge the sun away out of sight, as if to tell the sun that they were mightier. This game would go on. Sunrays would filter through the tiny holes in the clouds or skim away from the edges to create a mesmerizing mosaic of infinite beauty. We had our lunch at the MTDC resort. We rented out a dormitory and then moved on to explore Bhandardara. Our first destination was the Wilson Dam Spillway Barrage. This spot offers a majestic view of the Bhandardara Lake brimming and overflowing to the shores. Silhouettes of boats floating in the distance made for a perfect picture. Everyone became a photographer. Armed with mobile cams and cameras we began an endless assault on the sights in a bid to ensnare the beautiful views for eternity. We needed to move on. Clouds threatened to spoil the party. We were yet to see the Randh falls. At 170 ft. depth, it is the third largest Waterfalls in India. Therefore, we rushed ahead. Someone had mentioned that Kareena Kapoor had frolicked under the Randh fall in the film AHOKA. This added to our madness. We reached Randh in about 20 minutes. We were standing on a plateau on top of the two falls. The mighty gush of water resonated through the air. Waterfalls were simply awesome. We wanted to go down and get wet, but there was no visible route. We had to be contented with the pleasure of being distant witnesses. The photo-ops were aplenty and we were not the ones to let such opportunities go amiss. The desire to get drenched was getting better of us. We were like a bunch of camels that had been traveling in the desert for months, and needed an enormous splash of water to quench the thirst of their parched souls. We headed back to the great Bhandardara Lake. We did not stop anywhere else. At the first sight of the lake, we jumped out of the vehicle and ran like monkeys after a packet of peanuts. It would have been turned into a racket but for the wise word from the team leader, Samir, who suggested we took a boat ride first. Surprisingly the boat ride had a somewhat calming affect. We floated on this boat, at peace with ourselves. Setting sun reminded us, that there is another day awaited. Mountains huddled together. Covered in blankets of green, they sat around the lake together in a huddle, whispering tales of unknown wisdom. Then, the boat headed for the shore. As we approached the land, one of the roadies threw around his clothes and shoes and jumped straight into the water. Another Roadie followed, followed by another one. We had frolicked for long. Now, it was time to get some rest and prepare for our early morning trek. We reached the Dormitory and relaxed. We had planned to leave early for the trek next morning. However, we kept playing games and indulged in never-ending discussions on every topic under the sun. Before you know it was 2 0’colock. When we woke up it was already six. By the time, we reached at village Bari at the foot of the Mt. Kalsubai it was 7.30 am. It was getting warmer. We began the trek on slushy village roads. The lush green fields with paddy flourishing welcomed us. Mountain, waterfalls, river-stream and greenery all around made for excellent setting for the trek. We had started together but, soon, we were scattered. The climb was not tough. It was a bit steep but not difficult. But the walk was never ending. The sun was shining bright and was making it more tough. We came across the first iron staircase. In some places the climb to Kalsubai is so steep that the only way to climb is a set of Iron ladders drilled into the rock face. There are a total of two such staircases. When we came across the second staircase we were very delighted. We climbed the stairs pretty fast and thumped each other with pride thinking that we had climbed the kalsubai in one and half hour (it generally take 3 hours to climb it). However, as soon we crossed it, a fellow trekker from another group looked at us and said that there was one more ladder to cross. He pointed up towards a little ahead. When we looked at the challenge ahead we were demoralized. We were tiring and it seemed that the person who showed us the second ladder was a demon and had showed us the doors to hell. Actually, He was pointing towards a flag waving on top of the Kalsubai temple and stairs leading to it, it seemed it would take eternity to reach there. We sat there for a while, caught up with breath and resumed the trek. The higher we reached, higher and farther the temple would appear from us. It seemed like a nasty jone, as if someone was adding miles to the highest peak in Maharshtra. We didn’t give up, kept walking, and walking. After about 15 minutes, the temple looked closer. We crossed a small well on the way. We washed ourselves with water, which was unusually cold. The chill scared away the stress out of our bodies. After about 20 more minutes of walking up the hill we reached the last stair case. We climbed it like boys who had found a treasure chest. As soon as we finished the climb, we found ourselves wrapped in a haze of cloud. Our joy knew no bounds. We were at the peak and everything looked tiny and insignificant. We had nothing to look 'up' to. The view from the top is simply breathtaking. ‘On top of the world’ summarizes the feeling the roadies shared. It was liberating as well as exhilarating. Soon, we were on our way back to Mumbai.