Monthly Archives: February 2010

Stafford For Blues

Time wants to show you a different country. It’s the one
that your life conceals, the one waiting outside
when curtains are drawn, the one grandmother hinted at
in her crotchet design, the one almost found
over at the edge of the music, after the sermon.

It’s the way life is, and you have it, a few years given.
You get killed now and then, violated
in various ways (and sometimes it’s turn about).
You get tired of that. Long-suffering, you wait
and pray, and maybe good things come-maybe
the hurt slackens and you hardly feel it any more.
You have a breath without pain. It is called happiness.

It’s a balance, the taking and passing it along,
the composting of where you’ve been and how people
and weather treated you. It’s a country where
you already are, bringing where you have been.
Time offers this gift in its millions of ways,
turning the world, moving the air, calling,
every morning, “Here, take it, it’s yours”.

- The Gift, William Stafford

Stafford is a gift that goes on giving. When I’m tired, or I’m blue, or sitting down trying to catch a breath after a long day, or just comforted by the silence of 5 am, browsing Stafford at random, accentuates the mood. I feel my warm breath in the cold room, hear the soft rustling of pages, I taste the hint of bitterness in my morning coffee, swirl it’s aroma round in my nose, and I see outside, the promise of dawn.

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Avatar: Old Body In New Clothes

Taking advantage of an unexpected day off, Shanthala and I watched the IMAX3D version of James Cameron’s “Avatar”. Hailed by critics and audiences alike, it has since sunk the top grossing movie of all time, the director’s own Titanic and become the biggest grosser of all time. While I joined the masses in taking it there, I can’t say that I wholeheartedly agreed with either the audiences or the critics.

Let me start with the good. The effects are spectacular. James Cameron has spent an enormous amount of time in constructing the world of Pandora, the planetary moon in the Alpha Centauri star system, on which the movie unfolds.  As a consequence, the visuals are stunning and so detailed, they probably hold up to repeated viewing. Cameron was apparently an adviser to NASA for the camera design used on the Mars mission and he’s clearly a technical genius. The visuals are not just randomly created for effects. Cameron has tried to ground this world in a decent amount of science. Quite a few commentators think that the science is even pretty good. A 350 page companion book to the movie, structured like an army field manual, covers in hardcore-fan-satisfying detail the geology and astronomy of Pandora, flora and fauna on Pandora and the physiology and culture of the Pandoran sentient beings, the Na’vi. The language of the Na’vi was constructed with the help of a linguist and has a website dedicated to the language, complete with flash cards to help you speak the language. So, what the Na’vi speak is not gibberish dressed up as an alien language.

And I don’t even think I’m qualified to appreciate the difficulties in filming the movie. The Wikipedia provides some jaw-dropping insights into the subject.

And now for my disappointments. Yes, the special effects are spectacular, but I never felt that I was looking at a real, non-computer animated world. Take Jurassic Park, as a point of comparison. At no point in that movie did I ever feel that I was watching computer animated images. And having watched IMAX movies before (those National Geographic or made-for-IMAX documentaries), I did not feel sufficiently immersed by the movie’s unique “immersion” technology. Watching an IMAX movie about the Grand Canyon a few years back, I felt my stomach plummet with the camera as it chased a hang glider over the edge of the canyon. No such thing happened as I watched the Na’vi soar over hanging mountains on top of strange looking birds. Shanthala reminded me that those IMAX movies were shown on gigantic screens. The Wikipedia points to others suffering from a similar problem as mine and that Shanthala is not incorrect. But still, I was disappointed.

What about the way the aliens look ? Yes, they’re 10-12 feet tall, blue, have a tail and their faces are a mixture of humans and cats. But they’re still so humanoid. Is this how imaginative you can get ? The ICICI blog, a blog about cognition and culture, however, defends Cameron’s vision saying, “Indeed, there are good reasons to expect that life on others planets might evolve as it did on Earth. Everywhere in the universe, living beings would face similar evolutionary problems: They need energy, detectors, and computational systems. And everywhere in the universe, they will discover the same solutions exactly as, on Earth, the same tricks (enzymes, sex, eyes, etc.) have been discovered again and again by different species.” Cameron states in an interview that he deliberately made the Na’vi look human to enable people to relate to them more easily. Otherwise, how many could empathize with the hero’s attraction to the Na’vi heroine ?

That said, I found the imagination still limiting. Why pair bonding between the Na’vi ? Do they have to sleep the way we do ? The men ruled the world, concerned with warfare and diktats. Were the Na’vi hunter-gatherers or agricultural settlers ? Nothing in the movie depicts how they acquire food, but a stratification of society of the form shown is closer to an agricultural world than a hunter-gatherer world. With a running time of over 2.5 hours, there was enough time to show all this, but did not, which disappointed me. Like most science fiction, the physics is well imagined, not so much the biology and culture. The only book that I’ve read that depicted alien culture, cognition and biology imaginatively was the Hominid series by Robert Sawyer.

The story is as cliched as cliche can be. A gentle, nature loving, technologically primitive society is under attack by greedy, blood thirsty corporations and their private armies in search of a valuable mineral called unobtanium. The utopian world of the noble savage is alive and well in the movie. The narrative follows a boringly predictable trajectory: the initiation into the ways of the natives, the rite of passage, the chanting and music of the natives, the hero’s change of heart, the final battle between the hero and his nemesis, his one time boss. Nothing surprised me in the story, nothing at all but the effects. Further, while upholding the peace-loving nature of the natives, the narrative sadly resorts to a stereotypical, violent resolution of the conflict.

And the characters ? Female leads in Cameron movies have always been the strong, kick-ass type and the movie has three strong women in prominent roles including the heroine. The hero is naive, brash and unafraid of authority, but with a heart of gold, a “gift”. He goes on to charm the natives, fall in love with the daughter of the head of the natives and save their world. The objective scientist who is full of questions and curiosity but who hasn’t the heart of gold cannot do what he can. Other prosaic characters include a jealous rival among the natives – the heir apparent – who has been promised the hand of the daughter, the queen who is a shaman, the friendly sidekicks, the insiders who help the hero, the violent military commander with no shred of respect for life, the uncaring corporate bureaucrat. The good have no flaws and the bad have no redemptive qualities. There is not one 3D character in this 3D spectacle.

I thought that Cameron indulges in some clever tongue-in-cheek in renarrating the destruction of the ecology of the native Americans, more commonly called Indians. He draws much from the culture of the real India (not Columbus’ misidentified continent), from the title of the movie to the color of the Na’vi to some words in the Na’vi language. For example, the word for bonding or feeling the connection between the Na’vi and the rest of the planet is “sahelu”, a derivation of the Hindi word for friendship, saheli. The Na’vi are blue in homage to the Hindu deities like Krishna and Rama, according to Cameron. I wonder if Cameron came up with the name “Na’vi” as a pun on Marathi where Navi means new (as in Navi Mumbai).

Avatar feels like the Star Wars of this Facebook generation. I think the floodgates are about to burst on commercial 3D movies. A slew of trailers of soon to be released 3D movies preceded the showing of Avatar. I imagine the movie moguls are rubbing their hands in glee at the prospect of the audiences flooding back to the movie halls. People who own fancy, expensive home theater are now upended by a technology that cannot be matched in their homes. No more waiting for DVDs or even Blu-Ray discs. If you want the ultimate in effects, come to the movie hall. And the consumer industry must be salivating at the soon-to-follow arrival of the wave of new TVs, home theatres and sound systems. IMAX, Discovery and Sony have already announced the launch of 24×7 3D TV channel. Avatar video games are on their way as is of course, two more sequels to the movie. Avatar franchised dolls and toys will be on every shelf accessible to kids. The very value – commercial exploitation – that the movie deplores and holds as the chief reason for the destruction of native habitats, is being unleashed as a consequence of its success. That is how success is defined in this globalized culture where economics is king.

I guess the laugh is on me, the nerd in me expecting to see the utopian union of great literature and great art with popular success. I wasn’t old enough to appreciate Star Wars when it came out. I maybe too old to appreciate Avatar.

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Happy Birthday, Maya

Sunshine, may you learn to handle well everything life throws at you – googlies, shocking bouncers, crafty spins, unstoppable full tosses, wicked in swings, overpitches, yorkers, unexpected doosras, flippers – so that when it is time to leave the pitch, you may leave with a smile on your face. And through all that time, whatever happens, your mother and I will be cheering for you, rooting for you. Thank you for two of the best years of my life. Happy two years, sweet Maya.

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The Journey Back


The geek in me fell in love with the flight information display on the Emirates flights.

The standard display that I’ve seen shows a plane perched precariously on a flattened world map (or sometimes a globe), slowly making its way from its origin to the destination. The map zooms in every now and then to reveal a closer look at the country we’re flying over and sometimes, only sometimes, displays the name of a nearby body of water. The other constant feature of all such displays is the pedestrian, line item display of information such as time to destination, altitude, ground speed, head wind, the time at the origin and destination. After a while, the only information that you care about is the time to destination, especially on a interminable flight.

The display on Emirates airlines flight instead shows a more finely etched map with a little more information such as the names of some prominent cities or land mass that we’re passing over or that is coming up. The topography displayed is also much finer than the normal ones, showing mountains, lakes and other water bodies. The display switches perspectives showing the plane’s trajectory across a curved globe instead of just the common flat looking, traditional world map display. Another interesting variation is a cockpit view of the flight. A compass showing the direction of the flight is displayed too. The usual information about speed, distance etc. is of course also shown.

When we’re taxiing on the runway, instead of showing the distance to destination and time to destination as plain, boring lists of numbers, the Emirates version shows an animation with the plane following the flight path to the destination, with the flight duration and distance to destination counters ticking up as the plane travels, and ending with the plane reaching the destination. So, for example I remember that around 4000 kms we pass Moscow to our left, that around 9000 kms, we pass Svalbard, a Norweigan archipelago in the Arctic Ocean and that around 12000 kms we pass Edmonton in Candian Alberta, that we pass Boise on our right as we descend into California, approaching San Francisco from the east. As the plane curves around the Earth, it feels as if its been slingshot from the other side. Here is a video that shows what I’m talking about (wait till the end please).

The coolest feature of all this however is the access to the onboard cameras that display the front view and the underside view. Watching the plane taxi its way to the takeoff runway, the ground blur by as the plan speeds up and takes off is like sitting in the pilot’s seat. It delighted the child in me. The view of the takeoff (and landing) is especially beautiful during night as the plan follows the lit runway. Once the plane takes off, switching the view to the camera on the underside of the plane shows the ground rapidly disappearing as the plane ascends. For folks sitting in the mid section seats or away from windows, the underside view gives a decent view of what we’re flying over (in the absence of cloud cover): the city lights, the barren desert of the middle east, the snowy peaks, the icy beauty of the Arctic, the lakes and well demarcated fields over pastoral land.

Why Are International Flights To/From India Always Late Night ?

Why oh why are international flights in and out of India always at the witching hour (and in the case of Emirates flight, even ghosts and witches are probably warmly ensconced in bed) ? In every other country, the flight takes off and arrives at more godly hours. Googling the question, I found that the main reason was the bilateral agreements signed by India with the various airlines. Historically, those agreements apparently focused on the frequency of flights, the number of seats, and the destination cities. The airlines took advantage of this to make flight arrivals and departures late because of multiple reasons, again some historical, such as:

  • Travel to India was not a high volume business and using late night arrivals and departures allowed better utilization of aircraft and crew
  • Business travelers to Europe and South East Asia like to leave late enough to make the flight a red eye into their destination, allowing them to use the entire day. And business travelers make the bulk of international travel, I think.
  • Air traffic control immaturity that had difficulty dealing with significant air traffic. At night, domestic travel drops off steeply allowing the ATC to deal with only international flights.
  • Many commercial airlines also carry freight and a late departure allows for carrying even late shipments.
  • Leaving at night allows for transit passengers to catch the first wave of flights from the hubs in Europe and Singapore to the various parts of the world. 
  • Concerns about the heat and fuel loads as the international flights are huge planes with significant fuel.

Interestingly, I came across an article from the Indian daily, The Times of India, that said that the Indian aviation ministry is now insisting on decent departure and arrival times from these international airlines. The article is dated May 2008 and apparently quite a few of the flights to South East Asian countries have started changing their flights to arrive and depart at decent hours. The ones to the US don’t seem to have changed much, however.

The Horrible Flight Home

So, we’re back in the US, after almost six weeks in India (five for Shanthala). This was undoubtedly the worst flight I’ve ever taken. The plane takes off from Bangalore at the ungodly hour of 4:15 am! This translated directly to no sleep at all the entire night, and combined with the short flight duration to Dubai, we landed in Dubai thoroughly exhausted, and overwhelmed with the prospect of a 16 hour flight ahead of us.

You’d imagine that they’d feed you more on a 16 hour flight, but they do not. They serve a meal soon after take off and the next meal is only a couple of hours before you land. This meant no food for about 10 hours or so. The quality of the food was not worth the plastic platter it was served on. The lack of sleep and the despairing quality of the food meant combined to unleash a demonic headache in me, the likes of which I haven’t experienced in a long time. To add to the miserable experience, except for two people, the crew was quite unfriendly too.

Shanthala and I were very tired. She wondered how I had made the journey alone with Maya. The answer was sitting right with us. Maya was a mostly undemanding, easy traveler, screaming her frustration at being straitjacketed only a few times. As I nursed my headache, feeling like I wanted to puke, she was mostly patient with me. Towards the end, when she was probably in total ennui, she took to passing time by examining the gaps her toes and commenting how much dirt there was between them.

We landed in San Francisco amidst gray, overcast skies. The clouds mirrored my mixed feelings, confused feelings, about leaving India and coming back. Feelings that switched between luxuriating in the order, silence and cleanliness of the US and despondent that this was sterile, empty, lonely. Or wondering if the overbearing, hot, noisy, dusty, overcrowded, power cut, battery backed, water shortaged, Sintex water tank topped, half dug, road congested life that I thought was Bangalore was instead warm, tropical, socially rich and friendly. Where to stay, what to leave ?

Emirates plane photo courtesy of flickr, by Andy_Mitchell_UK.
Youtube video, courtesy cswanek.

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