Tuesday, June 22, 2010

We are performers

We live in AN INSANE WORLD, WHERE nothing IS what it appears TO BE. WE are Mere actors and the MOST successful of US is the BEST actor. Sounds WEIRD RIGHT? It OUGHT to be. Answer this question. WHY DO YOU respect your manager? Is IT because of HIS/HER VERSTALITY or personality? Or is it JUST HIS/HER Power? Well, You KNOW THE ANSWER. Your manger Knows the answer. The answer is IT IS HIS OR her POWER. The RESPECT is not for the person in him OR HER, but for the POSITION he or SHE holds. So THE RESPECT is not actually RESPECT, it is a PERFORMANCE. When it is a performance, you CEASE to be a normal being, YOU BECOME AN artist or rather An ACTOR to be specific. (Hmm.. it takes so much pain to CALL YOU Actors Because it is a COVETED SKILL, but that’s THE TRUTH. ) So, Now you are an actor. You respect PEOPLE because you HAVE TO. You obey BECAUSE YOU have to. You can be easily called a SLAVE but what makes you an actor IS THE FACT THAT YOU have a PURPOSE WHILE YOU do what you do. Slaves have only hope no purpose. But wait, all is fine. Read the first line. If all of us are actors, how can this world be INSANE? Can you think? The answer is simpler than you imagine. A whole breed of actors who do not actually know that they are acting, and Their “conclusions”/”judgments” about ONESELF and others makes THIS world INSANE. The insanity IS not proved until the conclusion IS MADE. And YOU know how IS THE CONCLUSION MADE? Good. You must have guessed. So, Yes, It is NOT about RIGHT or WRONG, it is NOT ABOUT good or BAD, it is NOT ABOUT skilled OR unskilled, it is/ it was and it will always be about acting well or Not.

An Art

“Art” isn’t just a word. An art can be defined as a deception that conceives human thoughts to give his physical existence a whole new meaning. Yes, it is a deception. By rule of thumb, no art can be real. There are no real movies, there are no real paintings, there are no real novels, there are no real dancers/singers and there are no real actors. I repeat, nothing in art is ever real. It is like magic. So, what makes the intellectual human species to divulge and dwell in the art isn’t its charm but the deception that disguises to be “true” to humans.

So, considering a movie an art, the aim of any film is to make you believe that something is really happening out there, when it had not, will not and cannot. This boils down to one basic fact that a movie’s appeal has a lot to do with how well informed the viewer is. For example, a movie based in Afghanistan does not have to be an exact replica of what is happening there. Rather an intellectual drama with skilful imagination can deceive most of this planet’s population to believe that it could be real for no one is ever going to check out. To throw light on viewer’s perception, let me give you another example. Take the case of a commercial south Indian movie. A hero beats up fifteen 15 thugs single handedly without getting a scratch himself. The audience claps their hands. At least, 10% of those who clapped would have believed that the hero is so strong. Yes, they aren’t informed and they are the target audience. The rest 90% fall in two categories. The first who wants to forget the reality around them and enter into the dream world that the movie makers aspire to create and the second, who find the dream world more fun than reality. Well, those who didn’t clap, the movie didn’t work for them.

There was a time when people clapped for anything shown on screen. When humans started progressing, the class of people who did not clap started increasing. An artist is satisfied only when he can please every single being with his art. So, the film makers started thinking. They made films that appealed to the mind. They made it look real and they started getting a new breed of fan following. When Titanic drowned, nobody knows how many lovers met death. Nobody knows what could have happened in those last moments. So, a movie based on Titanic was going to be imaginative. But then, the audience would rubbish the movie, if it is to portray that Titanic got drowned by an alien attack. This is where the established facts come in. So a film maker would first look for established or commonly accepted facts. In our previous example it would be that Titanic drowned after hitting an iceberg. Now, James Cameroon cannot alter this. He would have collected all such facts and then scripted his story within these accepted facts or barriers or corner stones. At the end of the day, the deception turns out to be successful, and the creator is happy that his art is accepted. Note here that Titanic could have still been drowned by an alien attack but the iceberg story is the widely accepted reality.

However, an art has no such boundaries. It has no rules. Any rule or commonly accepted fact is a hurdle to creativity. So, how would a film look like without those barriers? I would say, it would look like an Avatar or Matrix or Star War or Indiana Jones. But to break the shackles or barriers and to make a movie and to still convince the intellectual audience, requires not just skillful imagination but rather a powerful one that gratifies the human intellectuality. It is that imagination and the power behind it that makes an art, an art. So what is the difference between making a movie bounded by widely accepted reality and a movie that dwells in an imaginary world? Both are art, so, none, but still there is a thin line which, in software terms, I would say that the earlier is like giving you a standard tool and work with it (your creativity bounded by the tool or you are comfortable only with a tool) and the latter is like writing your own programming language to get what you want(depends on how good your programming language is and the conveniences you take while creating it). However, at the end of the day, for any artist, all that matters is what the moviegoer wants to see and believe... Fantasy or “real”ised fantasy... Ajay R

I love writing Stupid poems Like this one - The Kiss

He were to kiss,
Only the miss,
But he had no bliss,
And miss was not his,
So he cried like hiss,
But god gave him no bliss
So he decided to miss,
The face of miss,
He wanted to kiss,
But he searched for another miss,
And went to Swiss,
Hoping to kiss another miss,
And he found a miss,
She was also not his,
But he hoped to kiss,
Pursued without hiss,
And told her this,
"I want to kiss".
The miss could not dismiss,
Because her mind was his
Then, the kiss of the miss,
On Cheek of his,
He was blessed with bliss,
So, he had the kiss.