“The Prince’s Tale”

Quarantine 2020 was my forth time reading the Harry Potter series and it left me extremely raw after all the incessant sobbing. This time I relished laughter and pain in it and discovered how integral they are in shaping who we are as a person. Although the film series excels in bringing imagination to life and is impeccable in instances of wit and humor there are some serious deductions in the movies, some of which shouldn’t have been so for they tell so much about a character in so little a time space. There lies a huge chasm between ‘ “after all this time” “always” ‘ and the stealing of Lily’s letter by Snape . The former might be a great hook, the perfect line to quote, copy and paste in numerous other situations but I feel Snape would have been done better justice had the latter been included in the movie. For the former can never hope to encompass what the latter succeeds in. The latter tells one about the extent and magnitude of pain and lonely travails of an unrequited love (love which, one must understand, isn’t suffocating for the loved one who has a different partner; a love which respects boundaries). One’s journey on this path is forlorn and desolate except the memories of one’s love, especially so when he/she is dead. The very act of stealing a part of her letter, only that part with her love and name along with the act of tearing the photo in half and keeping the one with her laugh while discarding the one with James and Harry materializes the true motives of his actions. It shows how the bias he has inherited from his school days get (phenotypically) transferred onto Harry; that even after all this time to look at Harry is to see James, beyond which he cannot go, to see how similar in nature, how utterly kind and devoted and empathetic, he is like Lily. It shows his love for her to be his only desire- something he pronounces early on in the memory. This bit of memory is excessively numbing because it portrays undeniable individualistic (selfish?) human emotion (of love) and the raw vulnerability Lily’s absence left Snape in, in the form of a permanent departure of a loved one whom you won’t ever meet even in the remotest of possibilities or scenarios, only in scrapes of memories. I believe the two instances are incomparable. To resolutely proclaim your eternal love is a heroic kind of  stoicism but to do selfish deeds and admit to them is a completely different and far greater kind of courage.

The sorting hat did really make haste in Snape’s case.

On Cosmetic Procedures

I have been watching Tiffany Ferguson’s videos lately on Youtube and I have to admit the admiration I have gained for her in so short a time. True, I don’t agree with all of her points, but that’s exactly what she isn’t aiming to do; she is opening up topics and issues to allows people to formulate their opinions to foster healthy debates on crucial concerns which, due to their novelty, escape being classified within the traditional arena  of lawmaking and jurisdiction.

Most appalling of all up till now is the ‘notion of perfection’ and how it has become a major component of advertising and marketing cosmetic procedures.

Cosmetic procedures, once born out of need and necessity, have now become whimsical. To reduce it to a means to ‘actively’ seek and gain social acceptance is to vastly dumb down its necessity and usefulness in times of extraordinary events and is again a downside of capitalist consumerism- to trick people into believing that without a certain product (here service) your success is an absolute incompletion, that one must aim to save money to ‘buy’ this and continue buying this to maintain that ‘level’ of success. I also feel that humans with their increased efficiency in technology and consequent confidence have nowadays become excessively complacent. They think they can own anything and do anything, even play God, which they are by making a human more perfect than Nature itself.

As Tiffany points out, people use these procedures to undo one or two physical imperfections in order to improve their self image and be more confident. If and only IF it would have been an individual choice i.e. dictated completely by personal volition, in turn guided by inner and not internalised desires, there would have been no need for such articles though I would still have pointed out to the huge financial gap this indicates and also the troubling trend of the rich increasingly investing more and more of their money on themselves rather than on their community i.e. the declining moral sense of being communally responsible.  

I just wanted to add my two observations to this whole issue:- 

1) That a self-image and its resultant confidence emerging from such procedures is going to be so in connection to it forever and won’t ever be able to transcend it. The confidence would be because of the procedure and would never become in spite of it. For example, one of the major things to analyse in a buildungsroman is to verify whether the protagonist’s self worth is internal or external- in Alice Walker’s The Color PurpleCelie’s self worth initially depends on Shug’s reciprocation. Not until she has, heart wrenchingly, learnt to live by her own and love herself without any outside influence that she could qualify her self-worth as stable and unshaken. There was also an episode in The Good Doctor on Amazon Prime where a ‘woman’ patient, even on the cusp of possible fatality from a cosmetic procedure, refuses to remove them in the fear of reverting to her old state where her husband considered her too old for love and even care and attention.

2) These procedures promote a certain ‘trendy’ type and ‘normalise’ it. This is where it gets increasingly problematic because after years of feminist movement we still encounter the doctrinated belief that women must aspire for male acceptance and therefore do the needful. We want to fit in the trend but to do so with physical intervention is taking the rhetoric WAY TOO FAR. The expectation to alter yourself is gendered and thus cosmetic procedures are problematic for me; and not just the highly expensive ones but even the relatively cheap ones like lip-plumping gloss and those sorts of things. This just increases the gendered burden on women to look perfect and be perfect, to strive for perfection and be all consumed with this thought, ensuring that they are depended on male validation and never ever confident by themselves. Such active seeking by women only gives more ‘power’ to men to ‘reject’ them on such superficial grounds- on one hand we are denouncing female objectification and on the other this is promoted by accepting and undergoing such measures. This just gives men a considerable leeway, to again, be what they wanna be, how they wanna be. And the trail of  blame leading to the man’s abominable actions get highly diluted by such measures taken on the part of the female like in the example quoted above- the woman is in the hospital because she felt neglected and this comes up only later in the end only because of how ashamed she was to admit this vulnerability.

Night always comes, despite how much human wants to broker it by lighting lamps. So must old age come and with it disintegration and we must embrace it like Ignotus Peverell.

Radcliff Line

Street cats are bad lovers-

All taking, no giving,

Bestowed misgivings.

Seeped in remorse,

Doubt, denigration

You make me hold onto the source,

Even more pathetically than before.

Self, my self, my only self!

Rise and look beyond the cat

Who twirls ’round your leg

Incessantly

But

Intermittently.

Who’s advising you to get a dog?

I never vouched for them.

But a stray never sees what he really is,

Thinks the world is his place

When it’s nowhere:

Neither here nor there.

It justifies its behaviour

And leaves things unclear,

And asks you to do it all-

Hate and love,

Loathe and despair,

Hope and rejoice,

And then to clean up the mess

After each call.

Longings

I dreamt a dream

In past immemorable,

Of a past immemorable

When I smiled.

I, in the confines

Of my school life,

Seemed much content

Than in this free world.

I witnessed myself passing by;

Smile up till my eyes,

My body radiant with joy;

Not momentary,

Not evanescent;

Grounded in the ecstasy

Of my (happy) existence.

And I sobbed a little in my sleep

And let out a whimper;

Broken into drowsy consciousness.

Oh the days of past!

“There is no good

Looking back on that.”*

* Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot, page 47.

Epiphany

Refused love

Created broken friendships;

But that’s no causation

(Just a catchy entry point.)

The pain my refusal generated

Came back to me today-

World-shattering.

Excruciating.

Pain that lasts

In realisation.

Growing up makes you forget how to cry-

To cry is to let go and understand

But we just curl up and sob lest

Someone knows we are that forlorn.

I cried like a baby today

All spit and phlegm and

Guttural noises I forgot were in me.

After an year of lamentation of lost causes

I cried for the precarity it placed me in

Till it made thin salty trails,

Till the wind aired them dry.

I hope you are satisfied,

Now please take this away.

Break the chain of karma,

Lend me release.

After all these years

Im still a prisoner of your passion.

I shall blame no one

The blame game is perilous.

Stoicism, rigidity prolonged well into

The aftermath of difficulty.

Winter winter!

I had an inkling you were bad,

Your harshness

Reminds me of my dearth

In love, laughter and hope

With every renewal.

Ruminations II

Difficult marriages

Produce broken offsprings.

Callousness shall either

Seep through the tree

Or push the branches

To fall far away.

How unfound an assumption

By bickering partners

That the children will

Play along and not suffer…

Either be authoritarian

Or cent percent transparent.

This fence-sitting strategy

In the absence of communication

Doesn’t bode well for the lineage.

But then,

When was I

Ever a part of it?

Ruminations

Marriages don’t scare me

They fill me with weariness.

Dread is from the unknown

And I know these too well.

What uninspired duty so inspirational

It masks the indifferent two in one?

People prophesize heartily-

“Daughters search fathers in lovers”

I shall decidedly not!

I might not escape

Falling in love,

Being a mother, wife, lover,

But I shall not be my mother.

Mother! Why do you

Grievously labor so?

Why suffer in silence?

Why believe that you

Were meant to suffer?

I think this burden coincides

With my existence.

You ascribe so much

Value to it

I think you stupid.

Mother! Why do you

Hide the girl in you?

Or the human?

Or the eternal woman?

Why appear always the same-

Undeterred and un-unmade

In the face of adversity…

Rugged yet inside,

Crumbling in the absence of support.

Why treat me as a child?

In this world, mother

There’s just you and I. 

To Eunice

I too had

One of Eunice’s cats.

Its first vision

Kicked me to a fall.

I weaved elaborate

Stories around us-

Of my love

My affection

My care

Its purrfection.

Its first disappearance

Kicked me into rage-

I turned into stone

Lost love in a haze.

It took me an year

To accept it in entirety,

Another to love it wholly,

To become the centre of its being;

To repeat what had already been.

But he rose above Shug

Left without a word, without a consolation hug,

Let go our incomplete lives

To let mine complete alone.

I pine in love no more.

His beautiful face and furry coat

Are a reminder of the content

In being alone.

Yet,

I don’t know why

But his touch still makes me cry…

(Eunice DeSouza – Indian English poet. Wrote ‘Advice to Women’ among others

Shug Avery – character from Alice Walker’s Color Purple)

Untitled

A frosty fall apart

Reveals true colors

With each semester depart.

And by default I’m deserted,

Kept at a considerable distance.

Who wants to board a ship loaded

With temper, intensity and ever-caution

When a bout of tears could milk

A pitiful entire ocean.

Old alliances reawaken, in such times impermanent.

Will they sustain and renew

Or will the past become the present?

Will I again be part of a crew

Or be left alone, and full of repent?

Open Letter

Dear David Koepp, Alvin Sargent, Sam Raimi and Ivan Raimi,

It’s amazing, you know, how complicated a thing, like being someplace at 8 O clock, becomes.”

The scripts made through your awesome efforts takes the Spider-man trilogy (2002-07) beyond its superhero element to serve as a reminder of our own great responsibility of what we choose to take away from a movie. The trilogy is bereft of humor, so typically expected of Marvel movies, and it’s a welcoming change not a shock because what you invest in is the growth and development of the characters, not only the central but peripheral too- every character is infused with life and etched out in an entirety, making them unexpendable be it MJ, Harry or even Eddie Brock. The situations in which the characters are put often resonate with their ongoing crises and dilemmas because in real life too we are often looking at our conditions in search for answers to our problems.

In the depiction of the evolution of Peter Parker as a person and Spider-man as an identity you all have left no facet unexplored. After that life-changing bite, starting from initial bewilderment Peter traverses the realms of acceptance of his new reality, acknowledgement of responsibility, emotional collapse, homecoming of powers and confidence, and expanding desire of heady power and its complementary arrogance, anger and self destruction.

The defining principles of life aren’t exclusively found in Uncle Ben’s words, they are strewn all over the length and breadth of the movie. The repeated irresolution of Uncle Ben’s death reiterates how it isn’t a solution to simplify a matter in order to close it and how every action taken, even if with the right intension, will always lead to consequences, some which you wouldn’t like. It feels like the emotional roller coaster that you have Peter ride has me too in it- the willed, necessary suppression of love; his alienation due to enforced secrecy; his constant bifurcation among so many binaries; the short yet infinitely-stretched intense moments of decision-making and deliberation over choices adds to the poignancy of his situation and the genuineness of his character. I can not but nod in agreement with the direction the series takes.

The movies you have written are not superhero movies, they are simply a depiction of life with its trials and tribulations potently amplified by the superhero element. Your movies truly define who Spider-man is; what he has been through, what he has survived. The Peter Parker/ Spider-man you guys have created shadows and will always shadow the other Spider-mans…one is a fan-girl whose identity gets somewhat lost in the huge MCU and the other is a mere handsome husk of a nerd, quite insubstantial in himself.

Thank you so much because what you have created is beyond beautiful and I’ll do penance everyday for stubbornly refusing to discover you before.

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