Archive for June, 2012

I had never imagined I would learn something from Tom Cruise’s life. What do you mean by ‘why not’? Remember Scientology? There!
But his divorce has really set me thinking and these are the things I have learned from that:

  1. Being successful, rich, sexy and one of the most popular actors from Hollywood doesn’t guarantee immunity from heart-break.
  2. If Tom Cruise can be dumped, it’s okay for you and I to be dumped!
  3. Katie and Tom were supposed to be terribly in love with each other. Remember his buffoonery on Oprah? Yes, but after five years it don’t mean a thing if that spark isn’t kept alive.
  4. I am inclined to blame Anil Kapoor for the divorce of Tom-Katie and relationships of Dimple-Rajesh and Freida-Dev.
  5. I wonder what more could Katie want that she cited irreconcilable differences to get away from Tom. Most things on our imaginary list are already checked: success, shit load of money, status, looks, exciting career, children etc. This shows us that women are not satisfied with anything; not even with Tom Cruise.
  6. And this is Tom’s second divorce. People with two divorces, you are not so weird for you are in the same league as Ross(from F.R.I.E.N.D.S.) and Tom. Cheers!
  7. All my concepts of how one needs to look or be in one’s life in order to be happy are shattered! Yayyyy!

That’s it. That’s my learning. Yes it’s quite short. Remember, we are talking about Tom Cruise.

Art- a two-way street

I have always maintained that Art of any kind is a two-way street. Without the mind of the audience being involved in it, Art does not become art.

When the artist generates something on the canvas or on the piano, it’s a creation; it becomes art by interpretation of another mind.

Let’s take an imaginary situation where an art gallery holds an exhibition of paintings by an unknown painter. On an average let’s suppose that the audience enjoys the paintings. But since the artist is unknown or at least relatively unknown, the said audience may not linger in front of an abstract piece of art for too long. But then in the second instance we consider the same paintings in the same art gallery. The only difference here is that the audience knows that the painter on exhibition is a M.F. Hussain or a Raza. Since the audience then comes with a pre-conceived notion that “M.F. Hussain is a marvelous painter”, they would perhaps try to find meaning in the abstract painting now that they know who the painter is. It’s very hard to dismiss an art form after knowing who the artist is. And I believe that, that is the true mastery of an artist; engaging the mind of the audience through the creation.

Ultimately it’s the mind of the viewer/listener that takes a piece from creation to art. Art creates emotions, evokes memories, can be interpreted in innumerable ways and has a hint of mystery. No artist creates anything with a decision of making it into art. Creation is to an artist what breathing is to living beings. It’s when creation is exalted that it becomes art. But then it’s not a mean feat. It’s the conviction of a true artist that forces people to stop in their tracks and take notice of some wonderful piece. And as an artist matures, his sphere and depth of influence deepens so much that every voluntary and involuntary movement in his being also becomes susceptible to interpretation, much like his art.

But art is indeed a two-way street. It’s the lovers and connoisseur of arts that make a story-teller into a raconteur Image


I don’t just dislike people, as I have recently discovered, but I have a specific kind of dislike; I dislike nice people. They get on my nerves by their mere presence. You know those ever-smiling, goody two shoes, agreeing with everything thing you utter, “liking” every status of yours on Facebook. I despise them.

Many years back I watched a brilliant play by Naseeruddin Shah called Katha Collage based on the brilliant satirical stories by Sharad Joshi. Therein was a story about a “nice man”. And I identified with it immediately because before every reference to a “nice man” lies an invisible adjective “poor”. Somehow being poor is equated with being nice and being rich and successful with being an arse. But of course, such naive stereotypification remains largely restricted to literature.
My personal aversion to “nice” people runs very deep. “Nice” people come across to me as creatures without a spine. Nice people are just that: NICE. Would they counter your opinion? Perhaps not. Because that would mean being slightly assertive at the risk of perceived as “not nice”. And the “nice” ones will commit harakiri on the floor before that happens. Hence they will twist and contort their opinion on something to suit all sides and ruffle neither. They pepper their sentences with too much “ifs and thens” and take up too many words to explain their opinion. And then they flash a smile. I cannot find enough words to describe how I detest that “nice smile”. Nice people can’t stand up for themselves and in effect nor for anything or anybody else. Personally, I can’t stand pleasantness for too long. I like to get done with the smiling and get on with some stimulating conversation! I like people with opinions. I like people with an edge. And strangely enough, somehow in the outside world don’t we witness some “nice” people getting treated like doormats? Yeah, being nice if at all serves a very very limited short-timed purpose like for instance an introduction to a stranger that you know you are going to forget as soon as you bid your adieus. That’s it.
Of course by now, you may have realized that I am not a “nice” person. But if you yourself are a “nice” person, you may have concocted an elaborate version of how I may be a “nice” person somewhere deep inside and some convoluted theory about it. I hate it even before I hear it.

Before it starts looking like I am advocating rudeness, let me draw your attention to the fact that I am all for kindness. Hurray! You don’t have to hate me. Kind is secure, nice is not. You can be kind to a dog and he’ll understand. You can’t be nice to a dog. He’ll be wondering hard, he’d have stopped wagging his tail and he’ll probably walk away bored. That’s it, I have made my point. I always run it past dogs. If it makes sense to them, then it makes sense.

If you are looking for some kind of conclusion to this piece, there isn’t one. And I am not going to be “nice” about it and give it one because there’ supposed to be one. Draw or jump your own( conclusion).