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“Storytelling can’t only be about men”

Scriptwriter Shibani Bathija speaks about women being under-represented in the film industry, and why they should be taken note of.
by Salil Jayakar

As an ex-journalist who largely covered the Entertainment (films, fashion, Bollywood, society/ Page 3) beat for several years, I’ve had my share of so-called stars throwing tantrums and the Page 3 regulars doing their best to be featured. So, it came as a surprise when a well known Page 3 regular (who once politely reminded me that he was a businessman first) called and asked if I’d be interested in meeting, and featuring Shibani Bathija.

shibani bathija Of course, I said yes. Shibani was then, in a sense, the hottest new kid on the block who had two back-to-back releases with two of India’s biggest production houses – Yash Raj Films and Dharma – no mean feat for a scriptwriter, and a woman at that. Shibani’s debut film Fanaa – the Aamir Khan-Kajol starrer – released in May 2006 was already a success. Karan Johar’s Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna (KANK) released in July and was a critical and commercial success as well. But her biggest hit was the Shah Rukh Khan-Kajol starrer My Name Is Khan (MNIK) in 2010 that broke several box-office records both in India and abroad.

I first met Shibani right after Fanaa released, at Worli, Mumbai (she was writing/working from a friend’s flat, if I remember correctly) and spoke to her at length about her “beginner’s luck.” Said Shibani, “I grew up in South Mumbai and I guess I was sort of running away from Hindi cinema but life has come full circle for me. When you write for cinema, you have to have lived life a bit and learnt a few lessons as well. I’ve come to it when I was ready.” When I met her next in 2010, a few months after MNIK released, she was “elated” yet “reflective.”

Fast forward to the present day and Shibani admits that while “Dharma is like home”, scripting a story for Bollywood is no easy task. She prefers to write complex stories as compared to the easy breezy ones. “Frankly, in most films, if ‘prettiness’ was not required as a relief most would do without aMy-Name-is-Khan heroine!” she states. Yet, she has been fortunate to mostly work with producers and directors that are quite gender-neutral when it comes to writers. She admits that there certainly is a great under-representation of women technicians in general.

While strong roles for women are occasional, their portrayal has remained much the same. And not enough stories are being told from a woman’s point of view. “The portrayal of women as characters of importance and substance has decreased in proportion to the increase of violence and violent interpretations of angst in our cinema. Everything else is a domino effect from that. Even the change of sexualisation from sensual to lusty follows that same trajectory,” contends Shibani.

Why focus on women?

But there is hope, yet. In recent years, Hindi cinema has witnessed the rise of several women – from script and dialogue writers to editors and directors – who are constantly raising the bar and holding their own in a largely male bastion. Shibani picks some of her favourites: “There are several and I am sure I am missing a few here but Juhi Chaturvedi’s sparkling dialogue in Vicky Donor, Zoya Akhtar and Farah Khan for being clear sighted and true to their beliefs in their films, Deepa Bhatia (documentaries and editing) and PS Bharati (all of Rakeysh Mehra’s films) come to mind. My favourite off late has hands down been Gauri Shinde’s English Vinglish, both from the writing and directing point of view!”

Accepting an IIFA award in 2011Shibani stresses that it is important for women in films to have a body of work instead of just one-offs that will be remembered. “I have particularly enjoyed Sai Paranjape’s work and Aparna Sen’s as well. Mira Nair and Deepa Mehta in the English language. Mostly because they have managed bodies of work. We might like some films more than others, but how many women have managed to consistently make their voices heard?” she asks.

As Indian cinema celebrates its centenary year, Shibani hopes that women are seen and heard more, not only as actors but also as producers and directors, scriptwriters and technicians who continue to tell stories that have not been told before. “I hope that we, as an industry, don’t forget that our forte is story telling and telling a good story can’t only be about a man. No man is an island and women aren’t set dressing. There will be greater success for all if more well-rounded and innovative stories can be told,” she sums up.

(Pictures courtesy www.firstpost.com, www.hindustantimes.com, www.sfsu.edu)

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Of destination weddings and road trips

What’s hot, green and great fun on the beach? A road trip combined with a Konkan beach wedding, that’s what!
by Salil Jayakar

Destination weddings have always fascinated me. Imagine taking your vows at a sunny, beach side ceremony on one of Goa’s beaches or kick-starting a new life adventure among creatures of the wild at the Kaziranga National Park in Assam. While such a wedding does throw up questions like who will foot the bill – for the more expensive ones – they nonetheless are a great experience for the couple-to-be and family and friends. Throw in a road trip, a bus load of family and friends, the scenic beauty of the Konkan coast – and you have the perfect ingredients for adventure!

wedding in KonkanIn May this year, my friend – the bride – decided to tie the knot at Chivala, an almost sleepy, beach side village in Malvan on the Konkan coast of Maharashtra. I was among the fortunate few friends invited. A bus was arranged for 20-odd people who’d make the overnight 12-13 hours journey and rooms were booked in a comfortable hotel with air-conditioning. The summer months in Maharashtra (and most of India) can be unfailingly cruel. Yes, AC rooms are a must.

On the evening we were to depart, I met the other invitees from the girl’s side. I was the only boy in the entourage. An otherwise privileged position to be in, but not when you have to share a room with two girls whom you barely know! For someone who finds travelling with and sharing rooms with friends problematic, this was a challenge of mountainous proportions to say the least. The finer details of sharing-a-room etiquette will be dealt with later.

As far as bus journeys go, I’ve done very few long-distance, overnight ones and I was woefully unprepared. Words of wisdom – wear comfy pyjamas and if you must wear shorts, don’t forget to carry a blanket to keep you warm. For the long-legged, grab a solo seat at the back so that you can stretch in comfort. I had a bruised knee from the constant bumps as my knee knocked into the seat in front. A 12-13 hours journey turned out to be over 15 hours long, thanks to a longer route and a breakdown.

It is here, in a nondescript village, that I was surprised over and over again: at a wine shop where we bought some beers and drank on the road (girls included) and no one batted an eyelid, on spotting a canary yellow Vespa parked in front of a green shuttered shop door by the dusty village road that said “this is India” and that elderly woman who cleaned a bike chivalawith jet-sprayed water with much gusto for nearly 30-odd minutes! Surely, India never ceases to surprise…or is it just the city-born-and-bred me who is delightedly fascinated by what must be everyday occurrences in a rural setting?

We finally reached Chivala as the evening sun was setting. Roofed houses dotted the landscape and its people went about their work, throwing a cursory glance at what must seem to them yet another tourist busload. Tired as we were, we set out for the first of the wedding ceremonies – the haldi function. We walked towards the beach enclave where a shamiana had been set up. Harsh halogen lights threw shadows of the tall palms all around and the gentle waves of the Arabian Sea made a soft whispering sound as they gently beat against the sandy beach. When was the last time you saw a night sky filled with stars in Mumbai? At Chivala, the night sky was littered with a million stars! We lay flat on our backs on the sand and tried to spot our favourite ones…in the revelry, surrounded by people, I had never felt more alone, so fortunate.

The traditional Maharashtrian wedding ceremony the next morning – at the same beach enclave – was beautiful, to say the least. The bride looked stunning in her traditional lemony yellow saree while the groom made for a dashing figure in a matching yellow dhoti and kurta. We, the bride’s entourage, made heads turn – shades of blue and red dominated and were stand out colours against the sand, sea and sky! The ceremony went off well, we giggled our way through a series of photos and made our way back to a sumptuous traditional lunch with aam ras, too!

Post lunch, half a day at our disposal, it made perfect sense to head to nearby Tarkarli with its sandy white beach and promise of water sports. The local rickshaw driver gladly wedding in Konkanaccommodated all four of us – one in the front next to him – as he made his way through meandering village lanes towards the MTDC resort, a sort of entry point to the beach. I’d heard a lot about Tarkarli’s beach and it did not disappoint. Looking out towards the sea, I could just about make out Sindhudurg Fort, a mere 30 minutes away by boat. I don’t know what to say here…a beach side walk is exhilarating! There’s something about sun, sea and sand… it brought a smile to my face and warmth in my heart I can’t explain.

As far as road trips go… this one did not have many stops along the way. But the journey was memorable, nonetheless. Strangers became friends along the way and new bonds were formed. On our way back, as the bus’s headlights shone down the twists and turns of the Western Ghats, my mind was a whirling dervish of the smells and sounds along the way…from the roadside beers and moong dal pakodas at the village where our bus broke down to adrakwali chai and kanda bhajia at Chivala market…not to mention the intoxicating aroma of the local garam masalas that I bought along the way.

For what is any road trip without car or bus trouble, roadside food and memories?

(Pictures courtesy Salil Jayakar)

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‘Accessible Arctic’ comes to India

An exhibition of photos from the Arctic starts today and ends on Saturday, at High Street Phoenix. Don’t miss it.

Accessible ArcticIn May this year, India was granted ‘observer status’ in the Arctic Council – a high-level intergovernmental forum that addresses issues faced by the Arctic governments and the indigenous people of the Arctic. With this admission, India will contribute its scientific expertise, particularly its polar research capabilities, to the work of the Arctic Council.

Now, to welcome India to the Council and to celebrate Canada Day (July 1), the Consulate General of Canada in Mumbai will host Accessible Arctic, a photo exhibition at High Street Phoenix from July 3-7 as part of its World Wednesday initiative. “To many, the Aurora Over Fish Creek YukonArctic is a distant and mysterious place. We are excited to bring the incredible people and landscapes of the North closer to Mumbaikars.  The timing of this exhibit marks India’s newly-granted observer status at the Arctic Council. Canada as Chair of the Arctic Council welcomes India to this important global body,” Richard Bale, Consul General of Canada in Mumbai, said.

Assembled and curated by the Canadian Museum of Nature, the photos are the property of the Royal Canadian Geographic Society and feature a cross-section of photographers who have contributed to Canadian Geographic, a magazine which showcases the natural beauty and diversity of Canada’s Arctic. ‘Accessible Arctic’ has photographs published in the past 80 years and range from flowers to fields of grazing caribou to icebergs and polar bears.

Accessible Arctic is on from July 3 to 7, 11 am to 8 pm at the West Court Drop Off, 2nd Floor, Palladium, High Street Phoenix, Lower Parel. For details contact 022 43339994.

 

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Velo mania!

On a recent three-day work trip to Geneva, Mumbai girl Gurpreet Bilkhu got the chance to go cycling in Europe.

Ever since I took up cycling some years ago, I’ve always wanted to ride in Europe – a continent that promotes cycling like no other. Most European cities have dedicated cycling tracks, parking spaces, sensitive vehicle drivers and a climate that makes the ride even more joyous.

My wish came true on a recent three-day work trip to Geneva, Switzerland. I landed sleepy and tired on a Monday morning and spent the entire day in office. During my lunch break, I checked with everyone in office for bike stores, strangely no one was aware of any. My hotel helped me with this information. Apparently, Geneva offers bikes for free to anyone who wants to ride. Every year, from April 29, one can hire a bike for free from small arcades around Lake Geneva. Alas, I was there a week earlier!

GenevérouleSo I took the other option – Genevéroule – an association that promotes the use of bikes in Geneva. They have a big store opposite Gare de Cornavin, Geneva’s main railway station. One can rent a bike throughout the year between 8 am and 6 pm.

Knowing fully well how punctual Swiss people are, I left office early to reach the place before 6 pm. The experience was extremely pleasant. They offered me a bike with a frame size that was appropriate for my height. I was amazed to see their collection of some of the best road, cross-country and daily commuting bikes. I paid a total of CHF (Swiss Francs) 28 of which CHF 20 was a refundable deposit so the ride cost me no more than CHF 8 or approximately Rs 460. A very good deal indeed!

Initially, I was hesitant to ride in the midst of traffic in a new city like Geneva but passion took over Biking in geneva soon and I was rolling like it was my backyard. Geneva is a beautiful city and I was able to explore the smaller lanes that took through picturesque cityscapes I had not seen before. I rode in the botanical gardens, did the uphill climbs, and rode through the parks and around the Lake, on the bridges and what not.

After a two-hour ride, much to my surprise, I read names like Chamonix, Evian des Bains…was I at the French border? I was! I so wished I had kept riding that night and entered France but I was on a work trip and had to go back to report to work the next morning.

On my way back, I picked up a meal from McDonalds and sat in a park relishing it along with my dessert. I rode back to my hotel, placed the bike safely in the garage and went off to sleep. I woke up early the next morning and took it out again. Sun-kissed Geneva looked even more delightful. I saw the city waking up, met some riders, sipped coffee by the lake and then returned the bike by 8:10 am as I had promised. I walked out with a happy, content smile.

The day was a normal one as I worked through it but something extraordinary had happened. Something had made me happier this time around. This trip certainly was more meaningful and productive. I felt closer to Geneva than I had ever before. I felt that I knew the city better and probably (hopefully) the city got to know me too.

Some pics from Gurpreet’s Geneva trip:

This story was penned by Salil Jayakar. Gurpreet is a cycling enthusiast who works for an Indian MNC. Read about her earlier exploits with her bike at the world’s highest motorable pass here

(Pictures courtesy Gurpreet Bilkhu)

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So, I took Richard Parker for a walk

Spend a weekend in Bangkok and avoid the usual tourist activities – take a tiger for a walk, for instance.
by Salil Jayakar

For a first-time visitor, Bangkok, much like Mumbai, can shock and delight in equal measure. There’s more to the city than sex-on-the-streets (well, not literally), ping-pong clubs and ‘happy ending’ massage parlours.

If you thought ‘queuing up’ for what seems like eternity is an India-only problem, think again. At Bangkok’s Suvarnabhumi International Airport, long lines can sap the life out of you. I spent at least an hour for my visa on arrival and then another hour just to get a local SIM at the airport. Yes, call it being stupid but getting the SIM at the airport means you’re less likely to be conned.

Local transport in Bangkok is fairly manageable thanks to the Bangkok Mass Transit System (BTS), the world-famous tuk tuks, cabs (air-conditioned, thank you very much!) and motorbike taxis that zip you in and out of traffic. The Airport Express connects well to the BTS and all you need to do is find the nearest station to where you’re staying. If you want to experience the fun (in more ways than one) and gritty side of the city, I’d totally recommend the Sukhumvit (Bangkok’s longest road) area around Nana or Asok BTS and the Si Lom area.

Stay safe

Since my first solo backpacking holiday in 2011, I’ve been hooked on to staying at budget hostels that offer clean and safe accommodation, and the opportunity to meet fellow travellers. In Bangkok, I stayed at the delightful Che Qinn on Sukhumvit’s Soi 4 which made BBC Travel’s ‘Bangkok’s hippest hostels’ 2012 list. While I didn’t spend much time there, my Swedish roommate’s incredulous “You’re in Bangkok for the weekend?” comment did leave a smile on my face. Yes, we’re Indian and we do it different!

Sukhumvit and Si Lom, with their street shops, malls, massage parlours, cafés and clubs, international hotels and banks, are a heady mix of the best and worst (possibly) of Bangkok. Don’t hesitate to bite into chicken or lamb skewers (see pic on left) from the street-cart vendors. The pad thai is lip-smacking, finger-licking delicious served with oodles of noodles, shrimp and love. And for just about 30-40 baht (approx Rs 80), it’s a steal!

As you manoeuvre through the crowds, you’ll have all sorts of wares thrust under your nose and even a photo album of boys and girls you can pick and choose for that famous Thai massage. And please try not to stare (that annoying Indian habit) when you see old Caucasian men with young Thai girls and boys. It’s rude! Unlike some other major cities of the world, Bangkok doesn’t have a dark underbelly. It’s in your face, and what you see is what you get.

Temple run

Take time out to visit Bangkok’s temples. Dedicated to Lord Buddha, some will give you the much-needed peace of mind in a crowded, noisy city. I made my way to The Grand Palace, the official residence of the King of Thailand but the long entry line (once again) deterred me. And as sexy as my shorts were, I wouldn’t be allowed entry as you can’t show off your legs and arms – for men and women, covered knees and no sleeveless tops or tees!

Take a detour and head to Wat Pho, home of the Reclining Buddha (see pic below, right), which at 150 feet in length is one of the largest in the world. Wat Phra Kaeo (Temple of the Emerald Buddha) and Wat Benchamabophit (The Marble Temple) are a must-visit too. The Ratchanatdaram Woravihara (Loha Prasat) is the only existing building in the world which has a metal roof. Made from iron, the roof has 37 spires that signify the 37 enlightenment virtues of Buddhism, and it is also home to the Buddha’s relics.

Mind you, there’s not much to do in these temples than marvel at the scale and complexity of the craftsmanship. My personal favourite was Wat Arun (Temple of Dawn) which is a cruise away, down the Cho Phraya River. Wat Arun has a 70-metre high spire that can be climbed up from steep stairways (see pic on left). Not recommended for the weak-legged or those with a fear of heights. From the top, you have a stunning view of Bangkok across the river. Interestingly, the spire is decorated with millions of pieces of coloured glass and porcelain.

Tiger talk

Much like its roads, the waterways at Damnoen Saduak floating market a little outside of Bangkok are overcrowded with boats as they navigate the narrow canals. The market has nothing unique to offer, so give it a miss and head onwards to Kanchanaburi, home to Wat Pha Luang Ta Bua or the Tiger Temple. Here, tigers (about a 100) roam freely (well, almost) and tourists not only get a chance to walk them but also to feed them, play with them and exercise them. All for a price, of course! 

The tigers are full grown adults and it’s a bit intimidating at first to be near these magnificent and ferocious creatures. But their keepers and monks have a firm hand on them and you can safely approach the animals. The floating market + Tiger Temple route is a day trip offered by most local travel agencies.

Weekend fun

Over the weekend, head to Chatuchak market (see pic on left) and shop till you drop. From cheap designer imitations to vintage leather bags, clothes and shoes, to food, drinks and more clothes – name it, Chatuchak has it! Not done? Head to Patpong’s legendary night bazaar at Si Lom Soi 4 and buy some more designer fakes that you fancy.

Wrap up the day with a night out at one of Bangkok’s many clubs and bars. My pick? The Sky Bar at the The Dome at the Lebua Hotel! Perched on the 64th floor, it offers a stunning view of Bangkok at night… begin with dinner at Sirocco and then nurse your tipple as you relax at a dizzying height!

There’s much you can and cannot do over a three-nights, four-day trip to Bangkok. But wherever you go in the city and whatever you do, don’t forget to drive a hard bargain – be it with the tuk tuk drivers or the street vendors. It’s the only way “they be happy” to make you happy.

(Pictures courtesy Salil Jayakar)

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‘The only obligation you should have is to your craft’

SA artist William Kentridge’s mantra is amazingly simple: he believes that to appreciate art, one just needs an open mind.
by Salil Jayakar

On a visit to India, South African artist William Kentridge and his wife were taking a walk through the lanes of Colaba, Mumbai. His wife saw a sign pointing to Tushar Jiwarajka’s Volte Art Gallery, where the artist and the gallery owner had a chance encounter. Jiwarajka expressed his desire to exhibit Kentridge’s work and the rest, as the saying goes, is history.

‘Poems I used to know’, Kentridge’s first solo India exhibition was showcased at Volte for nearly two months from February to March this year. It included ‘I am not me, the horse is not mine’, an installation of eight projected film fragments, a series of flipbook films, two large drawings over multiple book pages, fragmented sculptures, a large tapestry, and several prints.

Now back home in South Africa, Kentridge expressed his “delight” to have an exhibition in Mumbai. “I was curious to see how my work would be received in a post colonial country other than South Africa, outside the periphery of Europe or America where I usually showcase my work,” he says.  According to him, the reality of atrocities isn’t native only to South Africa or India. “Every country has had its fair share of demons to deal with. The core theme of many of my works wishes to drive home the unifying point of finding that elusive form of optimism amidst the disparaging gloom surrounding us.”

An artist, painter, sculptor and theatre and opera director, Kentridge’s work has been seen at the Metropolitan Opera and the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) in New York, the Louvre and the Jeu de Paume in Paris, the Albertina Museum in Vienna and La Scala in Milan. He received the Kyoto Prize in 2010. Yet, for all his work with different mediums and formats, charcoal paintings are a favourite. “All my work is rooted in drawing, as a primary medium. I guess charcoal paintings would be a personal favourite,” he says.

Kentridge confessed that he has a limited understanding of the art in India and knows very little about India’s art world. At the same time he saw a lot of similarities between the work done here and in his home country of South Africa. As he puts it, “I am astonished at the range of work and the ambition of scale that is being done here. Having seen work by a few well-known Indian artists, I look forward to discovering more in my subsequent visits to the country.”

For artists worldwide who are constantly in conflict with people and religions for offending sensibilities or hurting religious sentiments, Kentridge firmly believes that an artist has no obligation to either. “Your art is your own and the only obligation you should have is to your craft.”

Finally, for the layman who has no knowledge of art, Kentridge has these words of advice, “Anybody can appreciate art. You don’t have to be an art aficionado. All you need is an open mind to embrace creativity.”

(Pictures courtesy William Kentridge)

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