Friday, April 16, 2010

MISSING ON MG ROAD

Buried under a large debris of information in today’s newspaper I saw an innocuous little photograph. It depicted a bald patch of ground on which a bland signboard had been put up: “Property of BMRCL : Keep Out!!” . The caption casually mentioned that on that land the proud Plaza Theatre had once stood and now had been razed to the ground for the MG Road Metro Station. So you remove one of the iconic buildings on MG Road and replace it with a Metro Station. All applaud for Progress!!
A bit of history first. The Plaza Theatre was built in 1917 by Mr. Arcot Mudaliar who among other things also built the Bangalore High Court. The theatre soon rose to prominence among the soldiered gentry and also boasted of a wooden dance floor where young officers could woo their ladies. Over the years it screened classics like “The Roman Holiday” and “Gone with the Wind”. Yet today the nostalgia of happier times has been reduced to ashes and ringed by construction equipment.
One can see a pattern developing across Indian cities especially in Bangalore where people being in the mad race of gadgetry and technology forget the beautiful legacy left by earlier generations. Where heritage buildings are pimped into boutique hotels in the name of development or worse still are torn down to create monstrosities called malls which are then passed off as being beautiful additions to the cities landscape!! I can understand that the Metro will bring much needed relief to harried commuters of Bangalore like me. Yet that does that merit the wanton destruction of icons of a bygone era which reminds us of simpler times?
You may argue that change is unstoppable and the only constant. That the old must make way for the new. But take a look at cities such as Vienna and Prague where tradition has been blended with modernity and has even been converted into a successful model for enticing tourists. So what if the Plaza theatre could be converted into a museum with an auditorium that screens classic films and a small part of the Manekshaw Parade ground may be used to build the Metro Station. Perhaps the solution is too simplistic yet I am sure a better answer to this problem can be found. Else we might just have to dig deeper into our newspapers to find out what more is missing on MG Road.

Friday, April 2, 2010

ORKUT-YOU MUST BE CHIRKUT!!

"You do not orkut!!" exclaimed Aisha,the pretty young thing in my class,whom i had been eyeing for quite some time.

"Nope.", I replied nonchalantly desperately trying to hide my ignorance confused by the strange words that were emanating from her. Maybe it was a new beauty regime for metrosexual men or a strange new planet, yet why was she giving me this information.

"But you must open an account in Orkut so that I can send you a friend request", she purred.

Euphoric with the sudden turn of events, I hastened home to solve the "Mystery of Orkut". It turned out to be nothing more glamorous than a social networking site where you had to put up an online profile. Within a short period of time I discovered that my key to success was to temporarily suspend my moral beliefs. So works of Andre Gide and Marcel Proust became my favorite books even though i had never gone beyond the cartoon strip of my daily newspaper. Symphonies by Mozart and Beethoven were pieces of music that brought me to a "state of ecstasy" (as written in my profile), even though my family was treated to daily renditions of the latest Himesh Reshammiya hits from the bathroom. Was my ethnicity East Asian with dark skin or dark with East Asian skin? Confused as ever i ticked West European and since cheese is my favorite food item, I categorised my humor as cheesy.

My efforts of creating my profile were finally rewarded when i was "scrapped". No, as you might think I was not taken to a junkyard instead Aisha had posted a message for me on my profile welcoming me to her network of “friends”. Ignorant of the fact that the message could be read by anyone accessing my profile, I was surprised when the very next day my account was flooded with messages congratulating me on my new conquest. However the joy of enjoying my exalted social status was short lived. A quick check on the history of my web browser by my sister revealed innumerable visits to the Orkut homepage and she duly informed my father. He did nothing much except taking away my rights to sleep,eat and almost everything that made my miserable life a little better.

As i contemplate the meaning of a life condemned to text books and my sister tries to kick her new found habit of "orkutting", you might ask what became of the pretty girl who started it all. Last I heard she was going around with Vikram a "mutual friend" on my profile.

NOTE: The piece is actually an article written for the college magazine 2 years back. Thought I will post it and gauge the reactions once again. So bring on the bouquets and brickbats