Saturday, 28 February 2015

The Book Nook

Hey!
Are you a bibliophile looking for a variety of books to read? So am I! Henceforth, after every book I read, I'll be posting a summary/comment on it in a few lines. So be sure to read posts under the label 'The Book Nook' (labels on the right of the page) if you treasure books as much as I do!

                                            
-Nivetha

Welcome to the The Critique Zone

Hello everyone!
From now onwards, I'll be publishing all my movie reviews under the label 'The Critique Zone' and  I'm a rather good critique, if I've got to say so myself. If you are one of those people looking for an unbiased, perfect site that comments truthfully on the movie, be sure to visit this label found on the right of this page. Bye!

Monday, 12 January 2015

Interstellar - a story set among the stars.

I sure stuck gold when I got tickets to (in IMAX!) Christopher Nolan’s grandiloquent space epic, Interstellar (2014). Starring Matthew McConaughey, Anne Hathaway and Jessica Chastain, Interstellar is a brilliant story of both destruction and the ‘survival of the fittest’ in a harsh planet where resources are too sparse that decisions have to be made logically, excluding human emotions and feelings.

Now, let’s speed up the clocks for a while: in the future of Interstellar, Earth is ravaged by a blight that kills food crops and humanity, facing extinction, has to give up on all scientific endeavours and focus on growing the only crop left, corn, in the failing agrarian society. Cooper, a former NASA pilot and a widowed father of two now working as a cultivator of corn, identifies a gravitational anomaly in his 10-year-old daughter, Murphy’s room which she believes was caused by a ‘ghost’. In a sudden turn of events, Cooper, having parted on bad terms from Murph, is on a spaceship to a wormhole near Saturn which NASA believes was created by 5-dimensional ‘aliens’. He, along with biologist Amelia Brand, scientists Romilly and Doyle and robots CASE and TARS (whose humour level is annoyingly 100%), are to travel through the wormhole to the three, possibly-habitable, planets to which 3 scientists (Miller, Mann and Edmund) have been sent years  earlier for research and are currently on hypersleep (for a decade!). The rest of the plot is driven by discoveries, deceptions, dimensions and above all, dauntlessness.

Nolan, needless to say, is a grand master, a rare kind of Vinci in his movies. He has an impeccable knack of handling things, carving scenes in such perfection and wit that his audience neglect the answers that lay right before their eyes, which are busy analyzing things far away. Interstellar is another incredible epic of his. The sound effects, visuals and graphics are incredible. Unlike most directors who add either too much or too little effects to their movies, Nolan has added the right amount, enough to spice up the movie a bit. He has also relayed complicated astrophysics in the simplest way it could be put. Clearly, Nolan has put in a lot of effort in making this movie. One such example of this is when he made his assistant screenwriter, Jonathan Nolan study relativity at the California Institute of Technology to understand the science while writing the script, which took 4 years! I also have to congratulate McKenzie Foy on her remarkable acting, which, unlike many child actors, doesn’t seem forced and artificial.

Personally, I’m rather ecstatic that Nolan has created a movie set beyond Earth’s atmosphere, since beyond Earth lies a world of mysteries yet to be discovered and of beauty so ethereal that one can stare at it for centuries and still never not appreciate its beauty. Also, he reinforces a particular idea (and my most favourite) frequently in Interstellar: that Nature can be both beautiful and dangerous at the same time (in the same way the most vibrant fishes are the most dangerous ones). One such example of this is (spoiler alert!) when the astronauts are standing smack in the middle of the shallow ocean in Saturn (where water barely comes up to your knees) and see gigantic and majestic grey mountains in the distance...which turns out to be a single 10,000 foot wave. Sure, the sheer force of the wave is frightening and evil and yet, there is still a certain kind of beauty in it. The same applies to a black hole depicted as a hole with a glowing circumference.

Among all the movies I’ve ever watched, Interstellar has the lowest number of drawbacks. The only one concerns the science in the last part, which introduces a 5th dimension (again, spoiler alert!) and talks about time as physical dimension, which is rather hard to fathom. I also felt that Nolan has left a few knots loose (why does the gravitational anomaly occur only in Murphy’s room?).

On the whole, Interstellar is a movie worth both your time and money (helps around with school a lot too).

                                                       

-Narayanan Nivetha

Friday, 7 November 2014

Beauty from beyond

Hello everyone!!! I went to Ooty on Muharram (4th Nov 2014) and took some wonderful close-ups of the simplest of things. I want these to express the beauty in the simplest of things: from the rich orange of a carrot to the electric blue of a wing of a bug to the glassy demeanor of morning dew.












The Secret Life of Bees

It is always said that a good book stays in your heart long after you’ve turned the pages, and ones like these come in very rare. I was very fortunate enough though, to stumble upon ‘The Secret Life of Bees’ by Sue Monk Kidd ‘one fine day’, even if it could be called a typical day. The Secret Life of Bees is a heart-touching book about racism, inequality, imperfection, female power and above all, the need for love for all living things, even a bee.

It’s the summer of 1964, the time when 14-year-old Lily Owens’s life is about to spin into a whole orbit. Lily’s life is shaped around the fuzzy memory of the afternoon her mother was killed, presumably by Lily herself. Everything changes when her black stand-in-mother, Rosaleen, pours snuff juice on the three deepest racial discriminators in Sylvan and Rosaleen is jailed. Hesitant at first, then desperate to free Rosaleen and herself from the clutches of a brutal and unfeeling father who makes her kneel on grits, Lily takes off, breaking Rosaleen out of jail, to Tiburon, S.C., the destination on the back of a picture of black Mary’s belonging to her mother. Fate leads her to an electric pink house with an equally eccentric trio of the black beekeeping sisters: August, May and June Boatwright. She is introduced to the breathtaking world of beekeeping, honey and Our Lady of Chains. She falls for the hum of bees, the gold of honey, the feel of the beekeeping veil, and most of all, the care she receives, especially having been starving for it her whole life. But will the honey last? Will she have to kneel on grits again? Will racism ever end?

The first thing that attracted me towards the book was its title. It was very funny - who would write a whole fictional book about the secret life of bees? Wouldn’t it be boring? Sue Monk can. Secondly, the description Sue gives of the bees’ and Lily’s lives are astonishing – the metaphors she uses, especially. She captures the perception of an adolescent wonderfully, the way Lily can be both mature and immature. She words the pain, pathos and self-doubt Lily has with excellent clarity too. My most favourite element of the book was the folklore that was used and how metaphorical it was to life, not to mention the quotes, my favourite being, “The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters,” by August Boatwright. The book talks about divine female spirituality and their dignity and how we must find Our Lady of Chains in ourselves and not only in her statue.

On the contrary, there might’ve been downsides to the book. Firstly, the book dragged during Lily’s stay in the Boatwright sisters’ house and I found the main conflicts not very substantial. Sue Monk could’ve clearly distinguished the rising action and climax too. I also thought the ending was quite abrupt and formulaic. Throughout the book, it doesn’t take a wizard to find what happens next and the deposition is quite conventional.

                  



Saturday, 23 August 2014

Newspaper Articles: EGGSTAR FOUND CRACKED!

FAR FAR AWAY, NORTH FAIRYCAVE

Our beloved head of the egg league and egg tennis captain, Mr. Humpty Dumpty, has met his fat, his cruel destiny. He has fallen to his death from the great Muggle Wall on Friday the 13th at 9 a.m.

He had been there to pay his rites to his late grandpa, the rocking rockstar, Jackfruit Blueberry, but finally had to share the same grave.

The Three Little Pigs of Police have come to a conclusion that it is a pre-planned murder as evidences say so. There was an egg marked on the place where he sat. He was covered with yolk and was in a state no one could fix him.

There have been evidences that spring up a list of suspects. There are four suspects who have strong evidences against them. A green apple has been found in the site of murder, so the Pigs say it might have been Pegasus. About 13 feet away, a pail and a crown has been found, suspecting Jack and Jill. A golden hook was found under a tree near the spot of murder, an evidence against Captain Hook.

The new head of the egg league, Mr Egg Megg, has also reported strange sightings in the sky. A horrible sign. He had seen the dreaded Omelettes who turn eggizens into a cruel, unimaginable, unforgivable state: peppered omelettes.

King Shrek, Queen Fiona, Merlin and several other have gathered on Saturday at the egg yard to pay their final eggs to our beloved friend. He will stay in our yolks forever.

NIVETHA

23/09/2013

Friday, 22 August 2014

Writing to my dear 'Pan'ski...

From: ‘Pot’snair of Kitchen Utencity
To: ‘Pan’ski of Pots n’ pans                                                                           
                                                                                                                                                                            
Dear ‘Pan’ski,
Save me! Save me! Ever since I was bought from that store, I’ve been tortured and hurt beyond my limit. The woman who bought me is extremely monstrous and cruel; you should just listen to what she did to me.

The little girl in this household ‘hell’ wanted to play baseball (panball in our place), so she used me as a bat and I ended up losing my hand! You see, when the ball soared through the air, the little demon swung me to hit the ball but finally, I ended up being thrown into the air too! I bumped onto the tarmac in front of the Graveyards’ house. I’m reeking with that old lady’s body lotion! Also, the crazy demon puts me on the stove for a longtime and Me. Fire is harsh on me and burns my back! Please send me some soap next time; I’m turning ugly and black all over.

This warty woman talks nineteen to the dozen. Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah this, blah that! I get agitated just by talking about it. She talks about unnecessary thing like nail polish (this slimy thing that dyes the small pink thing on the ends of their fingers), etc. Oh, I hate her! She’s a mouthful!

The little meanie here once turned me upside down and sat on me with her pants all dirty. Ewww! It was so gross! Man. I can never forget the stench! It reeks of well…you-know-what.

I recently hears that you’ve run away from you owner, Pansk. Well then, I would like to ‘heed’ some advice from you. I’m deciding to run away, anon. If you had joined a second-hand shop as you told, will you please find me a vacancy? I’ll send my PV (Paniculum Potae) shortly. Meanwhile, please tell the owners that I’ve done PPD ( pots n’ pans diploma) and MKD (Master of Kitchen Dishes).

P.S.
Please send me a couple of soaps and perfume. I’m malodorous.

P.S. again
You better RSVP me back again.
With loads of curry and gravy,
‘Pot’snair.

22-08-2013