Saturday, July 22, 2017

Learning Sanskrit - Class 5

It was raining heavily in Mumbai last week so there were a lot of messages going back and forth about cancelling that day's class. But most of us confirmed that we would be there. I would have loved to add  'come hell or high water' but I was afraid that the heavy rain and Mumbai's record of getting water-logged every monsoon (thanks to BMC!) would turn the phrase from figurative to literal. I didn't need an encore of 2005.

I have a feeling that it is going to be a lot of grammar from this point on. And the teacher doesn't seem to be in any mood to give us any break or slack.

So we learned 24 forms of a masculine noun ending in 'अ ' i.e. 'देव' - singular, dual and plural (3) * 8 cases (Nominative, Accusative, Instrumental, Dative, Ablative,Genitive, Locative and Vocative). Yes, you guessed it right. I I had to refer to my study material to write down what the cases are called in English.

Then we did the same for a neuter noun ending in 'अ ' i.e. 'वन '. To be sure, there are a lot of commonalities with 'देव'. But remembering exceptions also takes an effort - and a few precious grey cells.

As if this isn't enough, there's the rule about when to use 'न ' and when to use 'ण'.

This isn't going to be easy by any means. But I am encouraged by the fact that another of my teachers from my school days - he must be in his late 60s or early 70s now - is learning Sanskrit through correspondence course. If he can do it at his age, so can I.

All for Kalidasa's Meghadootam.

Learning Sanskrit - Class 4

The teacher sent the test paper on whatsapp group. I answered it and sent it back to her. I am not sure if she ever graded it. But I am sure I got most of it right.

During the next class I asked one of my classmates about what else was taught last Saturday and he said that she just told them about how to introduce self. 'No grammar?' I asked. 'Nope' he grinned.

Well, I don't seem to have missed much. That's a relief!

Learning Sanskrit - Class 3

Okay, 10 more sentences. Here we go - I laugh, I cry, I roam, I dance, I sing........

Then we read a story in Sanskrit - you know the one about the thirsty crow putting pebbles in a jar to bring up the little water that it contains. Next we moved on to how to tell time in Sanskrit - let's say, starting from 5, 5:05,5:10 right down to 5:50,5:55 and 6. We learnt the words for today, tomorrow, day after tomorrow, 2 days after tomorrow, yesterday, day before yesterday and 2 days before yesterday. Yep, Sanskrit has words for all of these!

We referred to the material that detailed the daily routine of a school-going child. And then one of our school-going classmates was asked to sum up his routine. Better him than me! But the teacher wasn't going to let off the rest of us so easily. 'Write down your routine along with the time as homework' she grinned as she said this.

So that's what I did and sent it to her on whatsapp - because I was going to miss the fourth class as I was going out of town next weekend.

Learning Sanskrit - Class 2

After the customary verses recital, the teacher straightaway turned to grammar. We learnt how to refer to a masculine, feminine and neuter object that was near and far. This was followed by Sanskrit words for a number of objects commonly found in a classroom e.g. book, notebook, eraser, blackboard, ruler, pencil, pen and door.

As if this wasn't enough, we were given some material that contained Sanskrit words for various body parts and salutations. Okay, back to learning by heart - after a long time. :-)

Hope I can memorize it and retain it. Because my end goal seems like a very tall order from where I am right now - I want to read and understand Bhagwad Geeta, and if possible Kalidasa's Meghadutam, in Sanskrit.

Battle on Xena!

Learning Sanskrit - Class 1

It must be a few years short of 3 decades since I attended my last Sanskrit class in school. Frankly, I had opted for it since it was considered a scoring subject. But then I liked the language and excelled at it too. Then I completed SSC and lost touch with Sanskrit after that. But somewhere at the back of my mind I always nursed the desire to get back in touch with it one day.

A couple of years ago, during one of my evening walks, I came across the teacher who had been instrumental in helping me studying for the language. I planned to approach him to see if he was interested in teaching me again. But soon it became apparent that he was suffering from dementia. Forget about studying, I couldn't even make myself go and say Hello to him. Sadly, he passed away soon after that. :-(

So, about a month back, when I saw the ad for Sanskrit training, I decided to get enrolled. The duration is for 6 months - manageable. I was finally going to get my wish to pursue the language once again. :-) And it will be my tribute to my late teacher.

I walked into the class with a mix of trepidation (surely I must have forgotten all that was taught so many years ago!) and excitement. I immediately saw that there weren't many takers for the course. The class consisted of just 8 students - two of them were school-children. But I wasn't disappointed as I never imagined that the class would be brimming to the capacity anyways.

The teacher began the class with recital of a few verses (shlokas) - gently correcting the pronunciation as she moved about the class. Then she wrote down 10 sentences on the blackboard - along the lines of I read, I write and I eat. The idea was to get us acquainted with a few verbs so that when we learn enough of crammer we can string sentences together.

We were taught the following rules:

1. If  'म ' comes at the end of the line, it is to be written as 'म्'. e.g. 'शरीरम्' in 'परोपकारार्थम्  इदं शरीरम्'

2. If a word ends in 'म' and the following word begins with a vowel, the preceding word should end in 'म्'. e.g. 'परोपकारार्थम्' in 'परोपकारार्थम्  इदं शरीरम्'

3. If a word ends in 'म' and the following word begins with a consonant, the preceding word should not end in 'म'. e.g. ' इदं' in 'परोपकारार्थम्  इदं शरीरम्'

And the following one:

1. दंत  to be written as दन्त

2. 'कंठ' to be written as 'कण्ठ'

i.e. basically the Anuswara is to be replaced with the last consonant of the corresponding row in the alphabet.

We did a couple of exercises based on these rules, recited a verse for universal unity and that was the end of the first class.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Neelkamal (1968)

There's a funny thing about the Hindi movies from the 60s and 70s. They can be charmingly delightful owing to their quaint old-era appeal and plots that can only be described as 'innocent' by today's standards - not to mention melodious music. But if the storyline contains a flaw they can be a pain to watch because you cannot shut your brain off from thinking logically.

The 1968 movie Neelkamal is a case in point. I had heard a lot about this movie from my mom - who is a fan of many movies from that era. I also happen to be a die-hard believer in the Hindu concept of rebirths :-) And of course, the song 'Tuzko Pukare Mera Pyar' is among my all-time favorites. So, naturally, I was dying to watch this movie. Once or twice I had chanced upon it while channel surfing but it was evident from the goings-on that I had missed a major part of the movie on all occasions. I am not a fan of landing in the middle of any movie and watching it till the end. So I had moved on.

Last night, though, was a different story. The English movie channels, as usual, had a very stale offering of movies. Desperate to watch something worthwhile, I jumped with joy on watching the words 'Neelkamal' on Maha Movies channel. The timing mentioned was 9pm-12am. I knew that I was in for a massive dose of commercials. But I decided to watch it anyways.

The movie begins with a scene in a royal court in some kingdom in ancient India. A king is delighted to see a hall decorated with masterpieces - paintings and sculptures - from one of his talented artists, Chitrasen. He praises him and as was the custom with the kings of that time, orders him to ask for a reward. Chitrasen, at first, says that the appreciation of his work is a reward in itself but the king insists. On being assured that the king will grant anything that he asks for, he reveals his love for Princess Neelkamal - who happened to be the inspiration for all his creations - and asks for her hand. Obviously, this doesn't go down well with the king and his courtiers. He is arrested and produced before the royal court the next day where the king gives him a last chance to recant his earlier statement. Chitrasen refuses. The king orders that he be buried alive in a wall to be constructed in the same hall.

The movie then jumps to the present time - the royal court and the hall are now a ruin, though most of Chitrasen's work has stood the test of time well. A group of girls from a hostel visit there for a picnic. One of the women, Seeta, ends up in the hall alone. As she gazes at the statues and paintings in awe, they seem to come alive for her. She can even hear the music being played on various instruments carried by the statues. When the rest of the women come to fetch her, they find her staring fixedly around her as if in a trance. She can neither see nor hear them. Finally, she swoons and falls. Later, in the night, as the group is resting in the station waiting room, she hears the voice of a man calling out for Neelkamal. She walks out of the waiting room, hypnotized, only to end up on railway tracks. A kind young man intervenes in time to save Seeta from getting killed by the approaching train. When he accompanies her back to the station her companions are astonished to see stranger with her. Seeta's nightly wanderings continue even after returning to the hostel and she is expelled on the suspicion that she goes out to meet someone secretly. She is diagnosed as being suffering from sleep-walking. Exasperated, her father, on advice of their family priest, gets her married off to Ram.

When her nightly excursions are noticed in her new home, Seeta's mother-in-law and sister-in-law give her a very hard time. Ram, at first, supports his wife. But after Seeta crashes the car while being out one night, he loses his patience and drives her out.

Is Seeta able to convince her husband of her innocence? Whose is the mournful voice that she hears every night? What is her connection to the village of Chitrapur and the ruins of its palace? If you are keen to get answers to these questions, you will have to watch the movie yourself. :-)

I must confess to being slightly disappointed by the movie. To be fair, I suspect that the channel must have edited the movie indiscriminately to make room for the advertisements that seemed to be aired every 10 minutes or so. The result was that, at times, the following scene seemed to have no connection whatsoever with the one preceding it. At one time it even felt like Shashikala and Mehmood had more screen time than the leading pair. Their on-screen antics seemed very juvenile in most of the cases, and very objectionable, of course going by the 60s' and 70s' standard, in one particular scene. The cliched references to the story of Ram and Seeta from epic Ramayana sound irritating now. And as mentioned before, the obvious flaw in the story-line was that Ram could have cleared up the whole confusion by simply following his wife one night. There really was no need for all the drama.

As far as acting goes, Manoj Kumar looks handsome as Ram and essays his role of a confused husband well. Of course, there are times when he resorts to a bit of an over-acting but thankfully such instances are few and far between. Wahida Rehman plays the part of a devout, husband-loving, innocent wife to perfection. I wish they had draped the sarees around her more elegantly - at times she looks as if she is somehow bundled in them :-( Lalita Pawar has always been The Mother-In-Law who has been feared and despised by countless generations of married Indian women. :-) In fact, I wondered how Seeta's dad agrees to get his daughter married off into a household where the mother-in-law is known to have a temper and the married sister-in-law is a permanent resident with her husband. :-(

Shashikala, as Seeta's sister-in-law, makes you want to throttle her and I, for one, would have forgiven Seeta in an instant if she had mustered enough courage to do that. Mehmood, as her henpecked husband, is positively insufferable as he rattles off inane dialogues and resorts to jumping about and twisting his face in an apparent attempt to provide the absolutely-not-needed comic relief. Balraj Sahani is the quintessential hapless father of the girl. And Rajkumar is a perfect miscast as the talented and (supposedly!) good-looking Chitrasen. His wafer-thin mustache is as irritating as his theatrical acting. I think the king did right by burying him alive. :-)

The movie leaves quite a few unanswered questions in the end but if, like me, you believe in the funda of rebirths, this movie is a must-watch. Chitrasen's 'Tuzko Pukare Mera Pyar' is sure to haunt you anytime you rest your eyes on any sculpture or painting from a bygone era.









10 Days To Die - by Michael Angelo Musmanno

The subtle art of not giving a f*ck - by Mark Manson

Conclave - by Robert Harris (Spoiler Alert!)

The plot will seem pretty familiar to those who have read Dan Brown's 'Angles And Demons'. The Pope has passed away rather suddenly and all the Cardinals have come together to elect the new leader for the Roman Catholic Church. There are 4 strong contenders and so it looks like it will be a few days before the verdict is out. Though the Dean Of The College Of Cardinals, Cardinal Lomeli, hopes that everything will go as planned, the whole exercise turns out to be a classic case of the saying 'Man Proposes, God Disposes'.

First, Lomeli is informed that one of the contenders, Joseph Tremblay, was asked to resign from all his positions by the Pope, just before he died. Then, the story of a child sired out of wedlock by another contender, Joshua Adeyemi, tumbles out of the closet in a very dramatic manner. As if all this isn't enough, it soon emerges that the late Pope had turned an unknown Archbishop, a Filipino, into a cardinal, In Pectore i.e. in secret. Add into the mix the simultaneous terrorist attacks on the Church all over the world while the Conclave is in progress as well as Lomeli's secret ambition of becoming the Pope and you have the makings of a plot that will keep you glued to the book for hours. Only bathroom breaks are allowed :-)

I must confess that not being a Christian, it was rather difficult to follow the titles and procedures in the beginning - despite being familiar with the positions such as Camerlengo, thanks to Dan Brown! The book is fairly sprinkled with anecdotes about past Popes and various processes involved in electing one - though Catholics may be aware of them, they are interesting to others coming from different faiths. Any reader of crime fictions worth his or her salt will be able to guess who will emerge as the Pope. No surprises there! But the ultimate twist in the tale is absolutely delightful because once all is revealed the reader will unmistakably remember a couple of hints that the author had thrown her way. There is a certain satisfaction in knowing that you as a reader have utterly failed to take them. :-)

The book is a slim offering - fit to be devoured over a lazy weekend, listening to the patter of the raindrops and with a cuppa steaming hot tea. What more could a book-lover ask for?