Finding Fanny

Books on writing tell you to develop your characters. Think about how they will behave, think of what they will do and the storyline will grow from there.

Finding Fanny puts together a bunch of characters,  each with a little hidden story inside  and some quirks of character that make them interesting enough to be followed on screen for a couple of hours and lets the story develop slowly  around them.

The story line is simple. Ferdinand  or Fernando,  played by Naseerudin Shah, is a postmaster in a ramshackle little village. His long ago letter, proposing marriage to his juvenile hearthrob,  Fanny ,is returned  undelivered,  after 40 years. The sight of the letter first produces grief for the 40 years spent thinking he has been rejected  and then, hope arises, that maybe, maybe, Fanny  could still be open to his proposal.

Abetted by the sweet, unfortunate young widow, Angelina, (Deepika Padukone) he decides to set off to look for Fanny and propose again. He needs a car for the journey. His eyes fall on an old car which is being fixed by Savio De Gama (Arjun Kapoor), a brooding young man, just returned from Bombay.  Savio is persuaded by Angelina to act as driver. Rosy , Angelina’s  mother in law, played wonderfully by a well padded Dimple Kapadia, comes along to protect her.  Don Pedro, ( Pankaj Kapoor) as owner of the car , exercises his right to join them , secretly hoping that his obsession to paint the buxom Rosy will find fulfillment. The final passenger is Rosy’s white cat, seated on Fernando’s lap who is to meet her sudden end.

They set forth on an adventure which grows into a story about going forth to seek love.  The misunderstandings  that arise from bottling up feelings.  When this bunch of sad, ordinary , rather bored people get out of their ruts; things start changing in their lives.

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The nuances of each character are brought out by the strong actors.  There are little human sequences throughout that surprise and delight. Deepika going among the chickens and  unsqueamishly  chopping up one for dinner.  Savio looking hungrily at her.  A little kid giving the finger. The artist chasing Rosy unceasingly only to finally surprise her. Ferdinand setting off in search of petrol reluctantly hoping someone else will volunteer to go with him but knowing he must go because this is His adventure. He goes and comes back and sees that the other people are merely coming with him. But he has to make his journey .

The movie is set in Goa, where people have the license to be mad and overboard and do whatever they wish to and live life in excess – we think , we who do not live there.  The landscape of Goa is  lovingly portrayed, golden and green and serene. The music is fresh and different. Above all, there is a streak of the absurd throughout the movie that lifts it above boring.

The story ends with their discoveries about each other, shocks and rearrangement  of thoughts which have been around for a long time in their minds.   And they start anew on different journeys with happiness.  A movie with charm.

I got to see this movie with a group of women from my fitness class. Opinions were strongly divided about the merits of the movie. Too long, dragging, were some of the comments. Some people were disappointed because it was about a bunch of ordinary people with no special heroic tendencies. But overall, everyone   enjoyed the camaraderie of going out with a group of friends, the lovely visual feeling that still lingers with a very different journey of a few hours.

Bigger and more! In the US of A

My first  trip to the US of A. It has  been more a family trip rather than looking at any of the remarkable sights  in this country.

And that has been an educational experience too.

WP_20140726_004We have been catching up with cousins we spent our growing years with, but grew away from, after they moved here. When they come to India on whirlwind tours, interaction extends to a phone call or a hello at family functions. But when you stay with a person at their home, you really get to interact and learn about that person. How much each of us have changed and grown, early impressions have to be wiped away, lingering little ideas of malcontent vanish, and there is a deepening of old bonds which have frayed a lot  with time.

Dallas was all wide roads, amazing arcs of highways, broad tree lined streets, the manicured lawns of residential DSC00169communities, large homes and larger homes, and a feeling of widespread prosperity. There isn’t an air of busy commerce at the shops which seem to be housed in leisurely large plots. The small  temple housed at the end of a row of shops was a different experience.

DSC00225We visited the John F Kennedy Memorial. Being of the generation which still remembers the glamor surrounding him, it was interesting. The Aquarium is a huge place going up several storeys  and laid out to entrance and pull you in further and higher.  A forest with creepers, falling water and lovely orange flamingoes! And penguins and parakeets. Anemones and jelly fish. It was a long vista of endless delights.

the spot where Kennedy was shot is a major tourist attraction 

Another must do is going up  the Reunion Tower to look at the skyline at night, a pretty sight. We happened to encounter the Mary Kay convention going on at the same time, a host of pretty ladies.

The way people here pack a lot of things into their lives  and work hard all the time is an eye opener. No one thinks twice about getting out their cars to go buy a gallon of milk. Nor do women turn and ask their husbands to get it. They just get into their massive cars and whiz off. Of course driving and parking does seem simpler than in India; still the energy hardly seems to flag.

Our trip to Dallas ended with a  party. In an afternoon, the backyard put on a pretty face   with  hired tables and chairs, smart table cloths , candles, party stuff from party stores, glitter and glamour . Catered food helped. The party brought more rarely seen relatives and created a great weekend of talk, food and fun .

 

Flower show!

When I woke up this morning, it was with the thought that I shouldn’t be wimpy and let the idea of crowds and traffic jams keep me away from a show which thousands of people come to attend. I thought I would  go right away, by scooter, avoid the crowds, have a quick look  and be back to cook breakfast.  And then my husband, said he would come too! Getting him to do anything or go anywhere is like pushing an elephant, so this was a shocker!

This year’s theme seems to be roses. Large frameworks in are covered with flowers and as the years go by, the focus has shifted more and more to the man made constructions rather than the flowers themselves.

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but the individual flowers are always more interesting

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The fruit section has decreased drastically in size, maybe because there is a separate Fruit show at Coonoor.  This year the display was solely fruits that grow in the Nilgiris.  The man in charge, gave a detailed explanation about each fruit and even some to taste! :-)

And it seems to have been a good decision to go in the morning.  It has been pouring here ever since  11 o’clock!

Magical Kashmir

One of the first things that starts pulling up a happy veil of delight over the whole holiday as the plane approaches Srinagar airport, are the glimpses of white capped peaks ringing  the valley.  The long journey has suddenly become worthwhile dispelling all doubts. Right from Ooty in the deep south at a height of 2240m to Srinagar at a height 1585 m; 3372 km. The heights are important because despite being lower, Srinagar is colder and gets iced over while the most exotic things that hit Ooty are hailstones and Aiswharya Rai.

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The second thing to strike one is the information that prepaid cellphones do not work in Kashmir. This information is delivered by Nazar, deputed by Thomas Cook to deliver our hotel vouchers to us finally, after a week of hassle. Luckily, one person in our party has a postpaid connection.  But , the absence of cellphones only made the holiday better ; we focused more on where we were. Nazar introduces Dilawar to us, who will be our driver for the week.

We are driven to Sunshine Hotel, a small eatery  for masal dosas, our last meal of anything remotely south Indian for a while. But we are already in the euphoria of glimpses of house boats on Dal lake, relatively uncrowded streets and the newness of it all.  There are few bikes and autos. Cars are mostly small. The hills ringing Srinagar, are green and mostly unblemished by man. There are no huge complexes, or billboards. Small boats row us and the luggage across to the houseboat, Queen of Africa. She is richly decorated in carved wood and laid out in red carpets throughout. There is a sitting, rooms, dining room and 4 bedrooms with attached bathrooms. The bedrooms are cosy and the bathrooms better then we expect. Surprisingly  there is  a good supply of hot water.

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In the evening, we go out for the traditional shikara ride . Shikaras are the long boats which crowd Dal lake.  Each boat can seat 4-6 people.   There is a canopy on top, curtains at the side and a large reclining seat on which one can loll feeling rather royal as the boatman oars you placidly. However, this gets rather uncomfortable after a while. We are rowed through a shopping area. Other boats approach selling everything from junk jewellery to flowers to shawls, carved wood, tea. There is a gentle tour of part of the lake and gentle pressure to buy from the vendors.  Later we discover that Dal lake is huge, (3.5km) and this is the most crowded part.  There are other areas where there are fewer houseboats and less nuisance from vendors.

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The next day is a trip to Sonmarg,(meadow of gold)  about 2 hours from Srinagar. A fast rushing river accompanies us for a great part of the way. At places, river rafting is advertised but it looks rather dangerous to our unaccustomed eyes. This is the Nallah Sind river , fed by melting snows which joins the Jhelum. There are checks and military posts.  Further on, we see our first glimpses of snow on both sides of the highway and we are thrilled. We stop to handle it. It is rather crystallish and powdery, not soft. As we reach Sonmarg, the snow now covers the slopes on both sides of the road. We are astounded.  There are people coming down the slopes on sleds.  There are some trudging up. Everyone is wearing thick coats and boots. There is water on the road from the melting snow. There is slush. The roof of the restaurant and bathrooms are covered with ice and snow several feet thick which a   group of men are shoveling away. The whole area feels surreal to us, like we have stepped into a movie set. Something we have seen so often but never expected to be a part of.

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Our driver arranges for a guide to go up the slopes. We have to hire coats and boots.  The guide and a large group of men accompany us. It is rather intimidating. We are not very sure what is happening or what is going to happen. We haggle a bit over the hire. And then much more over the cost of the sled ride. One man pulls each person upward while another pushes from the back. We are mainly paying for their labour. It is hard to walk unaccompanied in the snow, upwards. But the idea of snow, and the sledge ride is so exhilarating that we don’t mind. All of us are pulled upward and we feel a bit guilty. At the top, we get off to take some snaps.

Around us are white slopes and towering peaks. The guides talk of intrepid trekkers who go up there, including Rahul Gandhi. We are reminded of Madhoo, hugging herself and singing ‘puthu vellai malai…’ in the movie Roja. Manirathnam and A RRehman captured the spirit so well of what we feel when we see snow for the first time. There are shops selling tea and snacks. Some people are learning to ski. Of course a professional photographer turns up and we succumb to his badgering too. Our ‘sled coolies’ ask us if we are happy? This is a question we hear again and again in Kashmir. They know tourism is very important to them.

Then we fly down the slope. Sitting behind the man on a sled. It is a wonderful experience.

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My father has been patiently waiting at the bottom. It was his idea to come to Kashmir. We were doubtful about how he would cope but he did survive the trip fairly happily. Of course India is very unfriendly to the elderly and the disabled. There are never any ramps, just steps everywhere. And no one is ever apologetic about it. There is little else to do in Sonmarg except walk around unsteadily in the snow. Or hire a taxi which will take you around for 20 minutes. This is the road to Leh so one cannot go further without permission.

As we drive through the country side we see poorer houses. Houses are small, unpainted and unplastered.  The glass windows have no grills.  In some houses, the windows upstairs do not even have glass panes.  The yards too are bare.  Women and men are dressed simply and roughly in long overcoats. Nearer the towns, there is a lot of new building activity going on. Opening of  tourism recently is bringing in prosperity.

We are in Srinagar by the evening. We have just missed the Tulip show which happens only for a month . We visit one of the smaller Mughal gardens with fountains and neat rows of flowers.  Everywhere in Srinagar, colourful  Kashmiri dresses are for hire, and most people succumb, pose and get their snaps taken.  The photographers are practiced and deftly arrange clothes, accessories and pose  and get a nice looking effect.

Dilawar, the driver, is talkative and friendly. His wife goes in to labour the night we arrive. He drives us anyway, juggling his schedule madly to be with her. The 2 gynecologists in the party give him lots of advice. He brings us a photograph of his good looking son and better looking wife.

Next day we move to Pahalgam. Pahalgam is a beautiful hill station about 4 hours from Srinagar. It is a small town created by the tourism industry, on the banks of the Lidder river, in a beautiful valley. The place is ideal for walks and treks.  Our hotel, Mumtaz,  is just above the river and a 15 minute walk from the town. The next day we hire a taxi (one has to use local transport) and visit three beautiful spots. There are large crowds and traffic jams at these places. But the places are so beautiful that one can overlook the crowds. In the evening we walk to the town to see do a little shopping. We have a kashmiri meal at a restaurant in the town. The kashmiri cuisinDSC00118e is based on meat and kababs. Since people ask me about it, half the group were vegetarians and managed fine.DSC00101

 

 

 

Then we are off to Gulmarg,(meadow
of flowers, height 2690 m)  This is a rather long journey and we are tired when we get there. Gulmarg is a winter sports resort, said to be world class. The main feature is a cable car ride up the slopes . Here one can ski, do some sledging ( there are motorised ones), walk around as much as one can in the snow and generally enjoy the pristine white slopes.

Unfortunately, it has started raining. Dilawar makes us collect coats and boots on the way up to Gulmarg. This is another tourism made town with a strictly male population of 664! But an old town, very famous for winter sports, said to be popular with Jahangir and the British. There is a very strong union of pony or horse keepers here. Once you arrive at your hotel, you can only go out by foot or by pony. It has started raining and the temperature is freezing. The next morning it is still raining rather heavily. Outside the slopes are full of snow. We are reluctant to go to the cable car. The taxis refuse to take us there. The horse people will damage the cars they say. The tickets have already been booked by Thomas cook. We call the cable car office. No changing of times they say.

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So four of us start out with umbrellas borrowed from the hotel. There is a big queue at the cable car shed. Guides press us to hire them. What are they going to show us at the top of the peak? There is a huge queue and because of the pre- booked tickets we are able to get into the gondola fairly quickly. The ride up the mountain over pine trees and white slopes is magical. At the top we get down and stagger out into the snow and rain. The view of the white covered folds, fold after fold is wonderful. People are sledging, trying out skis or just walking around. Up there are more shops. But  it is still raining. Five year old Dhruv starts crying with the cold in a few minutes and his mom  takes him into the shelter. We stay for a little while and go home, exhilarated because we tried instead of giving up. The hotel is warm but it is time to pack our bags and leave.

In a couple of hours we are at Srinagar. This time we do encounter long traffic jams. Srinagar looks like any other small town in the rain, long rows of cars meshed and unable to move, garbage is flushed out and litters the roads. Hotel Pine springs is new , has lifts and comfortable rooms, tv, central heating and plain food. We are happy in its cosy warmth before we leave.

On the roads, we see few women. They are fair and pretty. There are mostly men outside, tall and thin. We never see a fat Kashmiri.

In the bakeries we buy puff pastry rounds which the Kashmiris have with tea in the mornings.  The kashmiri tea, hot water laced with saffron and herbs, is light and delicious. Not so the kebabs which are pure meat and heavy to digest for us.

One town, Anantapur, is lined both sides with shops selling cricket bats, made from willow. The willow trees are droopingly pretty and line river beds. The trees everywhere, especially in Pahalgam are so pretty, in various shades of green and russet. With the snow capped mountains behind, the views are always astounding. Add a rushing rocky mountain stream, and what else could this be but paradise?

On a holiday, one can’t do everything. There are some things you don’t see, some things you don’t eat, some things you don’t get to do . And it is still good.

Rare Flowers

All of us have certain tasks  in our lives for which we have to fight some internal resistance to start the action. For me, vegetableone such task  is  going to the vegetable market. It is something I keep putting off until the fridge is bare. But once I get to the ulavar santhai, then the sight of the heaps of fresh vegetables is invigorating. I invariably buy more than we can eat in a week and stagger back with loaded bags.

This morning, I made the trip early, by scooter which is the easiest form of transport as Ooty gets busier in summer. And I had two interactions which stayed in the mind.

One was talking to Ibrahim who was selling cauliflower and broccoli. Just finished with his plus two exams, he is working at the market in the holidays. I told him about the program to be conducted by Hotel Sullivan court – a 2 week program of internship at a 3 * hotel, with food, stipend and a certificate. We are finding it hard to get students who want to make us of this opportunity!  Boys would rather wander around with cell phones and taxis driver friends and if possible,  girl friends, than go to work.  And like rare wild flowers we have boys like Ibrahim and Nallendran .  Nallendran, is studying in  the 10th standard. Before and after school, he works in a milk booth where he also sleeps at night.

Then I was buying oranges and I didn’t have the money to pay for them.  The lady vendor, with whom I was not familiar, said pay next time. I was so touched and gladdened.

Passport

As we are so quick to complain, I thought I must appreciate the  new Passport Seva Kendras which have taken over from the government.

They are organised, quick, helpful and efficient. As my father put it, ‘They want to process the passport as opposed to the old government officials who wanted to find reasons to stop you getting one.’

I remember going through the process thrice for Darshini just a couple of years ago. Each time , there was a tiny flaw in the spelling or a dot in the wrong place and her application was rejected.

This time, although the name of the street in my father’s address had been changed thrice over the years, the girl at the counter  was helpful and we managed to find two identity cards with the same address and she passed it.

Getting my 88 year old father ready with his documents was my major battle. He couldn’t decide in which photograph he looked best. Finally, they took the photograph at the Kendra and fingerprints too. Although I landed up in Coimbatore to get his documents processed 24 hours ahead, he would hand them over to me only two hours before ! :-0

My ordinary, non Tatkal passport reached me on the third day after the interview!

Women’s Day

‘What Does It Mean to be a Woman Today to You’

One of 6 speakers,  I was given 5 minutes but it is hard to be brief ! I  wanted to talk about the differences in the lives 1904042_10152343599708833_1255281752_nof my mother, myself and my daughter on a few aspects.

About 30 years ago, when the serial Mahabharata was all the rage and everyone gathered around the TV on Sunday mornings, my mother would get excited too. She would have everything ready and be set to watch it when my father would appear and announce ‘ Im ready to eat’. She would depart very sadly to make breakfast for him. She couldn’t even say ‘ Why don’t you eat before or after?’ Her needs were never considered important enough.

Now I can say that to my husband. And as for  my daughter, my heart stops when she says to her husband on the phone ‘ Hey loose’.

The balances in marriages are changing . There is more equality, friendship and intimacy vs the respect for age. And all for the better.

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That was the way I began and somehow this seems to have touched the hearts of many women there. Many of them came up to me and said rather bitterly, ‘ It ‘s still the same. I have to drop everything when my husband wants to eat’.

zumbaAs this event was organised by the Doc who runs my Fitness class, the talks  were followed by a short  Zumba routine and then a healthier tea than usual :-)

I had a good feeling about myself later.  Good with the long talk but still short on the Small talk :-)