Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Two days; two experience; one learning

“It is all about feeling good”, My wife concluded the discussion. I wanted to go on with more of my views, however she was not interested in continuing the conversation it. We were talking about our views on two different movies in two days; and obviously with opposing views. 

The movies were PK and Interstellar. Strangely, both the movies had a similarity where humanity meets a power that if far far superior to them. Then it stops; the two movies were miles apart the way it was narrated. My wife started her jubilant reaction and follow through conversations when it i was PK. She loved the plot, laughed, followed, enjoyed and also chocked with glittering eye as the lovers speak in the movie after a long time; Strangely, after interstellar, she proclaimed she loved the stadium seating and the popcorn!

I had a different experience, and I started discussing with her on the reasons for me liking interstellar. She listened to all but ended as “PK is one of the best movies ever made, I love Amir, I loved the story, I loved the jokes and did not have to think to enjoy; It is all about felling good” - and walked away.

I started wondering what exactly is happening here. There should be a reason why she has that view and I wanted to reason out.

I’d like to start this with a basic declaration and understanding that Movies are entertainment. Movies are documents of their content and context. Movies are artistic forms of self-expression of the creator(s). Movies we see at theaters, on television, or home video are typically narrative films. They tell stories about characters going through experiences. The experience as it gets translated into a narrative medium, you as an observer experience and enjoy or suffer as it unfolds.

Part I: Explicit plots
Recounting the plots of a movie, telling what happens, is the simplest way to explain it to someone else. We as humans are genetically wired to ‘experience’ the  movies as if it is happening to us in real life. This is referred as reflexive memory; and that’s the reason we get to the edge of the seat during a car chase and love the hero becomes a millionaire by simply singing a song. We dearly love that to happen to us and also don’t want to go though the process of understanding the meaning. 

PK was a well taken movie and a clear example of the ‘explicit’ type. This film include lines of dialogue and depict obvious developments of character that explicitly communicate meaning to the viewers. Explicit content is perhaps some sort of “moral of the story” or socio-political attitude that the filmmaker is expressing directly through the mouths and actions of the characters. Some reason, an alien coming into our world after loosing the ‘remote’ and rest of the movie is all about finding the ‘remote’ to get back to his place. As the plot develops, the content looses the focus on the alien and his purpose of coming and the next steps, started expressing personal attitudes about life, gods(s) and law and survival, which the writer and director obviously want the audience to think about. He also go in detail explicitly how our beliefs in ‘god’ in different religious connotations is affecting the humanity as well as human settlements. During the narrative, the director had to make a lot of effort in making the same content resonate with different religious background to drive the same point - an effort will only be visible if you are an indian and the ‘context’ of such subjects.

We all know that there is a great difference between following a religion and performing rituals; we all know all religions have rituals that do not make any common sense on the surface. However we have hesitation in laughing at events when it happens to others. This was one of the major narrative followed in this movie. As long as the topic is too explicit - there is no reason to think through and derive any meaning - this movie was hitting the right tones throughout the 3 hour duration.

From my perspective, I did not see a great plot nor a story line in it. I felt the movie was a clever screenplay tied up with everyday stupidness being witnessed by a person from another planet and a collage of interesting skits tied together in a tight string.  The story ends with the main character leaving this world without accomplishing anything; highlighting only the impact he made on the other characters. There was no effort in explaining the higher order capabilities of the alien, other than performing a comparable human activities in a faster fashion such as learning a language and reading the mind by holding someone's hand.

After the movie, we went to temple, spent some time ate in their canteen and came back. As usual my wife was mad with my son, as he was questioning the reason to go around the temple instead of going and eating first.

Part 2: Implicit plots
A movie with a slightly deeper level of interpretation is implicit content, which may be less obvious but can still be inferred by seeing how the characters change, grow, and develop throughout the course of the film. Issues and ideas dealing with general human relations (rather than those specific to individual characters) may be fairly easy to recognize but are not explicitly stated by the characters. Sometimes implicit meanings are less obvious, and different viewers might interpret the same thing in different ways, depending upon their own experiences and expectations. Especially if the plot is around science, then a good understanding of the science as we know and an open mind to the fiction that can extend in a possible way is necessary.

In Interstellar we see implicitly the narrative interwoven in a thick fabric of high level of science and close to real fictional representation. A pilot turned farmer gets in to a secret NASA expedition to extend the mankind beyond earth. He had to go through the wormholes, land into planets and go through a gigantic spinning blackhole to realize singularity. He also experiences the time dilation, thousand feet wave, lives in a tesseract, uses gravity as a dimension to communicate to her daughter and himself, would like to influence his own choices in the past to affect the outcome (5th dimension).

At the end of the movie, you end up realizing one thing, as how insignificant we are, in the collection of multiple universes, gigantic stars and blackholes and realization of superior being (as refereed as ‘they’ in the movie) and puts a unparalleled perspective of how we view things. We see all three men and a women force to contend with unexpected dangers in ways that imply how differently individuals can deal with the same events and suggest that certain compromises in one’s ideals may need to be made in order to survive and be an expeditors. As the story unfolds the science fiction of highest degree, it was all about a father want to see a safe and better future for his kids. And also the daughter’s agony, anger and a deep rooted affection and belief on his dad evolve as a  “poetic justice” for the characters involved. The movie had to sink in and settle to get the open ends closed  a while after it had ended.

One can analyze the movies as a formalist, or a realist or a contextualist - in any which way - it is all how you are and how you relate to the movie brings you the best experience. I liked the later. When I asked my son, he said quietly Interstellar was a good movie and PK was funny!

We did not go to the temple after the movie; However I understood the meaning for the statement “It is all about feeling good” to see a funny movie and not to have a conversation after that.

End of Part 1 and Part 2


Monday, December 22, 2014

I surrender

I surrender to you; my love,
My controller, my conscience
I surrender to you unconditionally
After chasing material happiness
looking after only my ego
taking care to protect my fame,
realized that, I'm going nowhere
I surrender to you unconditionally!!


While going through the routine,
I got succeed to the fear and pain
I created within myself, slowly and steadily
looking at the mirage in and around me.
I became slave to my own
weak feelings and emotions.

You made me to take the focus from my deeds
to move away  - opened my eyes to realize
what I was following was only the shadow
and not the real deal.

I was confident that I was responsible for all my deeds
All my successes follow my actions I choose
my intention, my execution and my perception
My free will decided my place where I’m now,
Albeit living with the pain and agony it brought in.

Once I realized my confidence was a myth,
My free will was the choice of the universe
When I see the truth in you, in your smile
I lost all my pains, lost all my weakness
confident the I can't lose anything by surrendering to you

With love, listening to heart
With love, following your path
With love, choosing my surrender
With love listening to the universe.

I don't see good and the evil
I don't feel the pain and the gain
I don't feel the praises and blame
I don't differ respect and disrespect





Sunday, February 2, 2014

Down the Memory Lane

Of late, I was observing a lot of autobiographical notations in the social stratosphere coming out of each and every corner. One basic fact is that the social media had created a platform for the content and does not regulate the quality of the content. Also the free cost of sharing whatever you feel like also a key psychological motivator to this massive peta and zeds bytes of data flying all over. One of the outcome of all these is the out pour of old memories intended to kindle everyone’s emotion. As a curious observer, I started my conversation with me on what it means and my own experiment with my own autobiographical memory.

That was the last two overs of the thirty over inter college cricket tournament. I came in for batting and it was against one of the cricketing power house and the fast bowlers who were ready to finish the slog overs were really quick and efficient. Paul Jawahar, was ready to start his penultimate over and we had a very decent score of hundred plus runs and another 30 plus will really make us comfortable to win. The huge size of the recourse stadium was threatening me. I took my guard, and was predetermined to hit the ball as hard and as far as possible to get the maximum runs to finish our innings. I remember seeing his start of the run up and was focussing on his delivery. The moment the ball left his hand, M worked on my feet , stepped up and scooped the ball per mid-on with all my power. The sound the impact made was so sweet and I was sure, the ball will be on air for a while; and as look up, the ball sailed so high, so long and crossed to long-on fielder on the boundary line and landed well clear of him. The whole stadium erupted in disbelief. No one was thinking a rookie batsmen would hit the star bowler so hard and good.That shot must have created a strength in me and might have shattered Paul’s confidence. The rest of the over, I hit another two towering sixes and a boundary took the total for that over to 26 runs. The final over was was also hit for another 20 runs. We
crossed 160 runs and set an impossible target for the opponents. As I walked out that day off the ground, within my college I had the ‘Sixer’ adjective added to my name; My friend used to ask after every game, how much did I score, and even if I said four, his next question would be how many sixers I had in that. Even basic mathematics were not not taken into consideration. That night my close friend and well wisher Sowmy was walking with me talking about that game and he said, I wish I’d one day score at least a sixer in race course stadium, as I did. 

I smiled at him and said, “If that happens I’d not be in this country!”

Down the memory lane is a slippery slope, and I was resisting writing this for a long time. The fear is for one very simple reason, how trustworthy is my memory is; for that matter for all humans. For the very basic fact, Human memory is so error prone. Memory errors fall into two classes: people can 
  • either completely fail to recall an event or 
  • have an inaccurate recollection.

It is more accurate to speak of human memories rather than of human memory, since people have several distinctly different types. The basic division is among sensory, short-term and long-term memories. Each of these memories further consists of subsystems. There is a separate sensory memory for each sense, iconic (visual), echoic (auditory), etc. Some also distinguish a "working memory" consisting of separate executive, phonological loop and visuo-spatial subsystems.

Many a times, when you write about your childhood, depend on accuracy of long-term memory, which has at least two subsystems, implicit and explicit memory. Implicit memory stores things that you don't consciously know, like how to peddle a bike. You just get on the thing and start peddling without conscious thought. 

Explicit memory stores things that you can consciously verbalize. Explicit memory further subdivides into semantic and autobiographical types. Semantic is memory for facts. For example, you know that Nehru was the first prime minister of India but probably don't remember the exact circumstances when you learned that fact. Similarly, you may remember the gist of a conversation that you had a year ago, but don't remember the exact words that were used. Introspectively, semantic memory is more like "knowing" than like recalling. It's not so much that I recall Nehru being the first prime minister as I know that Nehru was the first president. In contrast, autobiographical memory is recollection of events or episodes in you life. You remember exactly what was said and the actual, physical details.

It is impossible, however, to get far in discussing memory, however, without first dispelling the homunculus fallacy. Most people intuitively imagine that perception and memory work something like this: the eyes are TV cameras that project a picture of the world to an inner screen. In the head, there is a little man, the "homunculus," who views the screen and perceives the world. Memory is simply a videotape recording of what we have seen on the screen. To remember, we simply rewind the tape, and the little man sees the pictures again. Of course, there is no little man, no screen and no videotape. The fallacy of this model should be obvious: Who is seeing the image in the head of the homunculus? There would have to be another, smaller homunculus in the head of the first homunculus and so on in infinite regress.

Fifteen years before I remember when I was in a project in Denver, on a nice and clear night, I was standing outside in my balcony and looking at the snow clad peaks of Rocky mountains and the Pikes peak wondering the beauty of the creation. The phone rang and the call was from India; I was puzzled to see the number which was not familiar to me, and picked it up. It was Sowmy, with a great excitement and exuberance all over his voice. He said “Siva, I scored my first century in today’s match and you know what, I scored two towering sixes on the very same race course grounds”. I smiled and the breeze with mild chillness of the Mile High city blew over me!