Saturday, 30 April 2016

The Film that Knows Infinity

The Man who knew Infinity

It's tough to make biopics, tougher to be authentic and still tougher to make it engaging ,especially when your subject dabbled with higher mathematics. The Man Who Knew Infinity directed by Mathew Brown based on the life of Mathematical genius Srinivasa Ramanujam pulls off this task with elan. The story of this Indian Mathemetician who was honoured with a Royal Society Fellowship is well known. We already had one biopic in Tamil on him titled Ramanujam. I haven't seen it so can't offer any comparisons. The current movie portrays his life,work and passion with taste  and honesty. Dev Patel acquits himself well in the title role while Jeremy Irons lives his role as Prof. Hardy.Devika Bhise puts in a spirited performance as Janaki,the wife of the genius. The life and times of the great Indian is brought out well by the arts department and the England scenario which is most of the movie ,is also perfect to a fault. The highlight of the movie is that the subject of Mathematics is dealt with seriously ,not dumbed down. The scene where Hardy explains the " partitions " is an example and his comment " even you can understand this " is almost directed at the audience.
Today education is seen as a part of one's job application. A necessary evil that has to be suffered before one settles for a job and a high salary. Employability is a buzzword and the pursuit of  knowledge for the sake of it is considered archaic. This movie is a reminder that pursuit of pure science is a pleasure which should not be denied to our gennext in the guise of making them employable. Science for the sake of science is part of what makes man great. Let's keep it that way at least for the gifted.
For starters how many of us know the Chennai houses two world class Mathematical institutes?

Saturday, 23 April 2016

ഇടക്കുന്നി അമ്മ

ഇടക്കുന്നി അമ്മ


ഇടതടവില്ലാതെ അനുഗ്രഹം ചൊരിയും
ഇടക്കുന്നി വാഴും അമ്മേ മഹേശ്വരി
ഇടയ്ക്ക തൻ തുടി കേട്ടുണരുന്ന ദേവീ
ഇടക്കെങ്കിലും എന്നെ ഓർക്കേണമമ്മേ

കിഴക്കുള്ള കുളത്തിൽ പഴയതെല്ലാം
അഴലും കോപവും കാമവും മോഹവും
അഴിയാ ബന്ധങളഴിച്ചുവെച്ചിന്നൊരു
വഴി തേടി നിൻ മുന്നിലെത്തി നിൽപ്പൂ

പഞ്ചാരി തൻ പഞ്ചാമൃതം നുകർന്ന്
അഞ്ചാനപ്പുറത്തെഴുന്ന്ള്ളുമമ്മേ ഭഗവതി
സഞ്ചിത പാപങ്ങളൊക്കെ ഹനിക്കണം
പഞ്ചപാപങ്ങളെൻ വഴി തീണ്ടാതിരിക്കണം

സർവാഭീഷ്ടപ്രദായിനീ രാജരാജേശ്വരീ
സർവവും നിന്നിൽ സമർപ്പിക്കുന്നു ഞാൻ
സന്തതമെന്നെ നീ കാത്തുകൊള്ളീടണം
സർവശക്തിയും ചേരും അമ്മേ നാരായണ.

Friday, 22 April 2016

Friendly letter

Been waiting for a moment
Of tranquil peace
To pen a letter to you ,my pal
Since our time started

To tell with joy ,to share and to
Cry without sharing,I kept all those
Memories   in the crevices of my mind
So I can tell you all one day

And I know too that
You enjoy the things that I say


When I see,when I read
Anything and everything
Want to share all those
With you,my friend

When mind reads those golden moments
That we spent talking and knowing each other
I miss you more than ever

Wanted to write a few lines to you
Daily I struggle with words
What excuse shall I use to write
Even if you are before me every moment

Now I realize in a flash
What reason do I need to write to you
Other than the truth that
You are my best friend!

Translated from Tamil original by Srinivasa Raghavan

An Indian Summer

The air is thick with the smell of sweat
Hot winds blow your mind away
You miss the memories of showers of love
Then you realise with a start ,it's an Indian summer

The green acres that covered my morning's walk
Dry and parched as if roasted in hell
The sweet nothings that rain whispered in my ear
Are all silent as if doomsday is near

The green shoot of hope that I lovingly reared
Down to its last leaf as to mock my years
Withered,dry and lifeless lies life
Waiting needlessly for the errant gardener.

In the dusty streets of the cities and towns
Sun is in pursuit of all that's not hidden from sight
To remind us of the endless fury of hurt love
Scorching minds and souls alike with little mercy

Miles and miles of drudgery for a drop of water
The mirage of life that urges you yonder
The long trudge of life is devoid of any green
Then I wake up to the fact that it's a lonely Indian summer.