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The Secret in their Eyes

ImageThe Secret in their Eyes (Spanish: El secreto de sus ojos) This film was downloaded after an article in The Hindu (beware the article has the spoiler, read it after you watch the film) recommended it here. I hadn’t heard of it, and after googling it found out it won the Academy in 2009. Director Juan Jose Campanella does a brilliant job in bringing out different perspectives of the same circumstance.

I was expecting to see a piece of Argentinian film making, I was left with emotions I hadn’t felt in a long time. There was a strong feeling of shock, disbelief and pure agony. The film deals with the word ‘revenge’ on a different and deeper level. In fact, it’s not revenge, it’s what the one of the character suggests is appropriate. Ricardo’s wife Liliana is brutally raped and murdered. The story revolves around the criminal, the investigators who are caught up in a muck of corruption & politics and the husband of the victim. How he comes to terms with the crime and his interpretations of punishment.

The Secret in their Eyes is primarily a crime drama that revolves around the lives of people who were affected directly by the crime. The family of the victim, the investigators and a reflection of Argentinian state of affairs in the 1970s with reference to corruption, crime and punishment.

The film has strong ideas that are conveyed through amazing dialogues, and delivered by outstanding actors Ricardo Darin who plays the investigator Esposito, and Pablo Rago, who reflects the emotions of Ricardo Morales, husband of the victim.

The cinematography compliments the powerful screenplay. There are numerous long takes which create a sense of intensive drama and action. Frame compositions is a pure work of art, especially in some places where Esposito’s colleague Pablo Sandoval and him are having conversations about understanding the nature of the crime.

I was left speechless for a while after the film ended, the kind of story that plays in your head and refuses to leave even after much distraction. What’s impeccably achieved is the flow of the screenplay by Juan Jose Campanella and Edwardo Sancheri. It sticks to the crime drama genre, but keeps churning out surprises at every turn, without being random or absurd. It’s a book adaptation of La pregunta de sus ojos (The Question in their Eyes) by Edwardo Sancheri.

A must watch for all film buffs. Find it wherever you can, it’s worth the effort.

 

 

48 hours of PURE CREATIVITY

From Friday 7:30 pm to Sunday 7:30 pm we will be in the heaven of madness.

Ask why? I’m too excited I’ll tell you anyway!

We (6 individuals) are participating in the 48 hour filmmaking contest Mumbai episode under DAL BADLU PRODUCTIONS. We will get a topic, write a script, shoot, edit and submit all in JUST in 48 hours!

Our film cannot be shorter than 4 mins and longer than 7 mins.

We don’t know what we are going to shoot yet, where we are going to shoot, there cannot be any production planning.

It’s real, it’s raw and it’s about to begin.

For 48 hours we will not check email, facebook (though I do not trust a lot of crew members on this!), but we will definitely not sleep, not think of anything else besides the film we are about to create.Whatever the result this is going to be epic.

But we WILL – create, be on our toes, argue, negotiate , create some more and LIVE these 48 hours to its fullest. Because as of Friday 7:30 pm that’s what matters.

Everything else can pause.

 

Home and Away

A month since I have come back to Bombay, India. It does not seem very long, or time just flies quickly here.

It’s back to my sunshine yellow and moss green painted room, with a flat bean bag lying around. It’s back to travelling for one and a half hour journeys, and back to friends & family.

You’re always meant to go back somewhere, soak it in for a while until you feel like moving on.

Three years ago, I moved from India to Australia. An incredible move, since I started from scratch. Studied at a beautiful university campus and made some life long great friends. Learnt how to manage my expenses, house and myself. It was a challenge, which taught me more than I expected.

Melbourne was home, and still is. Arty, boho, alternative and liberal. A warm fuzzy feeling goes through my heart when I think of Melbourne. A city that stands relaxed on the southern coastline of Victoria, Australia. An urban diaspora that welcomes people with open arms. Never in two years, I felt any hostility from the city. It was fabulous but soon enough it was time to move on. After all, an affair should be left with good memories!

Next was Sydney, blue oceans, deep and clear harbours, breath taking coastlines and unforgettable sunsets! Sydney is the glam capital. It’s beautiful. Found some work, and thought I may stick around for a while, until the unsettling bug of moving around started fluttering again. Also, the city was not offering what I wanted from life.

So, after 3 years, a university degree, and some travelling, I come back to the sunshine yellow and moss green painted walls that wait eagerly to be claimed back.

Hoi-An: memories of a dreamy city

When I was in Hoi-An. I didn’t want to leave, and now those wonderful memories seem like a distant dream!

Hoi-An was by far my favorite city in Vietnam. It had ‘the feel’ of a holiday. Small town centred around cafes, bars and tailoring shops. The emblem of the city is a Japanese bridge, one of the several architectural wonders. I also visited assembly halls, family houses and temples.

Among my favorite mind kodak moments – walking by the canal at night, when the lanterns were lit, sitting on a little bench in a tiny lane and telling myself – this is probably the best spot in Hoi-An, and finding the exact same mind frame on a postcard! Sitting on the beach at 2 pm, after almost burning my feet in the noon sands, looking at all the interesting arty Vietnamese handicrafts in the shops and drinking cheap beer in 38 C.

Sigh. Fun times. When life was sans worries and full of possibilities.

The backlanes, the haggling and bargaining while shopping and not to forget the conical hats all around you. Oh how I miss you Hoi-An.

To top it all, we met our Ha Long friends for a last supper in Hoi-An. Fabulous memories to seal the trip.

Happy water of Sapa & ‘Fugdi’

Mo hai bai jo! (Cheers in language of Sapa)

Happy times thanks to happy water . It’s Vietnamese rice wine, and has a unique kick.

One of the best places to in Vietnam – Sapa Valley. We took a train from Hanoi, landed up sitting opposite to a  French couple, who spoke some English, but sign language was very helpful especially to describe goats, kangaroos and koalas. Don’t ask why the conversation involved them.
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The train to Sapa was alright. On the return journey it felt like there was a steel mill running under the coach!

Once in Lao Cai station, we headed to Sapa town, freshened up, and started our trek by 9 am. The weather was a bit misty, but soon the sun came out. I wasn’t feeling my best, caught a cold thanks to blasting air conditioning in Ha Long bay room.

Anyhow, the best part of the trek was our tour guide – a 4 feet 10 inch girl named Sho. She belonged to a hill tribe – Black H’mong. She spoke clear and fluent English, 20 years old and very very friendly. As the trek went on, we passed breath taking hill slopes of Sapa, decorated with lush green rice fields. The rice terraces added to the beauty of the valley, no matter how many pictures we took, it didn’t do justice to the real view.

We had lunch in a small village called Lao Chai. Besides talking to our fellow travellers, we witnessed a predatory instinct among the young girls selling  traditional souvenirs in Sapa. They picked a soft target and surrounded them until they bought something! Ah well, I escaped it for now.

Our night was spent in a small homestay in another village. Among other things I learned was – the hill tribes prefer a daughter over a son, women marry early, having a patch of land for rice terrace is extremely important for every family. Also, leaving the valley is not easy, as it costs money. And what it seemed like the women worked harder to support their family. Sho also gave random facts about courting and dating in the hills. She’s a super smart girl, who does a wonderful job as a tour guide.

At night, over dinner the eight tour travellers got friendly, and we shared lots of happy water for every possible random reason. There were 6 nationalities among 8 people, and we decided to do one act from your country.

I made every one spin around in twos (after happy good amounts of happy water) in a traditional Indian game called ‘Fugdi‘, which we played as kids. The Italians were best at it, with the French close behind. A special mention to Celiene, who is one of the Italian guys’ muse, and who came up more than once in conversations!

We trekked another 6 kms next day till I was out of breath. After having a the best noodle soup, and speaking with two Israeli guys (one of them who spent one year in India – he went to Leh!) we strolled in the market, and ran into our new friends from Ha long Bay – Catherine and Lorenzo!

Took the train back, which was an experience of a lifetime. Seriously, I have seen bad trains, and this was in top 3! Anyways, no complaints, it was a great journey with some awesome people. Now off to Hanoi and then to Hue – the city of emperors.

Ha Long day 2

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The sounds around us faded away and what remained was the tranquil silence of Ha Long.  Ha long – the word means descending dragon.

We slept peacefully at night. The sun was up and shining when we woke up.

Breakfast was watching the sun rays hit the rocks. Nothing like a cup of strong Vietnamese coffee with condensed milk in the morning.

Next was kayaking in the bay. We crossed a cave and entered into an enclosure of rocks. It was a scene out of a documentary film. A postcard picture. We kayaked staring in awe, while the local fisherwoman continued with her daily catch.

We were at the level of water, looking up to the majestic rocks and this was as close as we could get to them.

After the kayaking, we decided to jump one last time in the bay. This time from the third level of the boat!

Our trip was over shortly, we got off at the wharf and made our way to Hanoi.

An epic trip with some fantastic people. Unforgettable.

Now on to train to Lao Cai and off to Sapa Valley!

Ha Long bay rocks day 1

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2 days 1 night in Ha Long bay. And what a beautiful couple of days! It’s probably the best vacation getaway I’ve had in a while.

Fun fact – Ha long bay legend – the mountains were created when a dragon descended into the bay and moved his tail randomly in the bay. (Thanks to Maartje)

It all started with a rainy morning. As we headEd towards the tour agency organising out trip, it started to pour. A couple walked in the agency and we exchanged ‘Oh my God, it shouldn’t rain’ looks.

The road to Ha long city was bumpy but my excitement kept me up. We waited for over an hour at the wharf, as the authorities were not sure it’s safe to go out on the bay.

Luckily for us, it cleared up, and the blue sky started to peek through the clouds. As we boarded the boat, we had already started chattering with a dutch couple and a very friendly Italian and English girl. There were 2 French families besides us.

As we went outer into the bay, the uniqueness of the mountains started to stand out. Big, random shaped, tall and majestic. Each rock has its own character, and when the junk (boats) went closer to the rocks there was an eerie sense in the atmosphere. At the same time, I was in complete awe of them.

The lunch on board was simply amazing. I was glad to see another vegetarian – the English girl, and the chefs cooked us some great dishes.

The next stop was the floating villages – a tribe of people who live on floating houses in between the bay. It was an interesting tour – as we found more about their lifestyles. Most of them never leave the villages, they go to school till the 10th grade (floating school) and then start fishing and supporting the local economy. I was highly curious to know how they chose their partners and their perspective towards the world.

The Ha long sunset has been one of the most beautiful sunsets of my life. Seeing the red ball of fire go down between the Ha long mountains. Sigh.

Then the kids on board strated to jump in to the bay. Initially I was skeptical, because swimming after sunset is a lil bit scary. But what the heck, I’ll be only once here. So I jumped from the boat. One splash was all I needed, and then kept jumping over and over again. The Ha long waters are warm and welcoming. The calmness of the bay took me over.

The night ended with an amazing dinner, and further chatter with our new fellow traveller friends almost till midnight. Among other things I learnt was – Doidoi means bye in Dutch (they have 8 different ways of saying that in Dutch) and the Italy gets lots of Japanese tourists.

I went to bed thinking about what remains in store for Ha long day 2.

 

From Hanoi museums to local friends

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I had to travel to an Asian metropolis to do this successfully!

Ever wondered what the locals talk about? And how they perceive travellers?

Today was that day in Hanoi. An energetic Asian city filled with local weekend chatter.

Before I get to details, I’ll describe my day. Wandered in the literature museum, dedicated to Confucius. The humidity killed us, we were sweating constantly, a friendly reminder to everyone how important deos are! On a serious note, it was essential to re hydrate every two hours. I found my best friends in coconut water and watermelon juice.

Then off to Ho Chinh Minh museum. It was interesting, the depiction of their leader was very nationalistic, and to top it all, there was a special section on Vietnam and India relations! I found the photo of Nehru (India ‘s first prime minister) and Ho Chinh Minh extremely engrossing. Two leaders from two different regions sharing same visions. ( now it may be different)

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The only bad experience in Hanoi-got scammed by a cab driver for $5, but it’s ok. Tourists need to be on their guard. The food and locals compensated for it.

I ate an entire meal with chopsticks. Wooohoo! Also engaged with friendly conversations with there local boys  and a girl, with whom I spoke about similarities in Asian cultures and lifestyles.

A friendly Canadian guy named Joel had interesting shared views on world politics, and it resulted into several beer rounds before we knew.

Tomorrow is the test of Lonely planet and Trip advisor reviews with upcoming Ha Long bay trip. We look forward to the countryside Vietnam, are much happening days in bustling Hanoi.

The takeover of Hanoi streets

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First day of exploring Hanoi.

Breakfast with Pho noodles accompanied with bread and butter.

Almost walked more than 5 kms in the first half of the day through old quarter and then French quarter.

It’s busy. The two wheelers follow you everywhere. My Nikon DSLR almost konked out, but some amount of self taught skills made it work.

We spent two hours looking for a travel agency to book Ha Long bay cruise. Now here’s the thing – any touristy place will give you multiple options for the same trip. And it’s bloody confusing. After talking to five operators, we finally found a deal. I’ve been through the dilemma in Kerala backwaters, scuba diving in the Great Barrier Reef and now at Ha Long bay.

Vietnamese people love cold coffee, it’s strong black coffee with ice. They also love the make shift street bars. It’s minimum investment – few plastic mini stools and a stove, and soon you’ll have a buzzing crowd drinking Bia Hanoi and Saigon ones.
The photo was my two beers, fries and cheese sticks for 4$. All for two people. These were the most crunchy and deep fried fries of my life, but hell they tasted great!

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This lane is in Hanoi was the pub street, and the space was claimed from the two wheelers. At one point, I was sure I was going to be run over by the riders, but everything was perfect. The best definition of organised chaos.

No complaints, only buzzing happiness from cheap beers and vibrant nightlife of Hanoi. Now I prepare for another day in the city tomorrow.

Hanoi days

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Hanoi, Vietnam

It’s bustling with energy. Probably the most amount of two wheelers I’ve seen in my life (and I’m from India).

There are people riding their scooty like bikes everywhere. Some also text when ride, which is a bit unnerving.

The old quarter district is where all the tourists head to. The chaos is familiar and reminds me of Bombay.

Beer is cheap – the most popular one being Bia Ha Noi. $1 for a 450 ml bottle, and this was at a restaurant.

Food is different, being a vegetarian has its challenges but I’m coping well. Rice paper rolls rock, and I’m literally in sticky rice heaven. The Vietnamese dessert that makes you want to lick the bowl. It’s also a good reminder for me to start eating with chop sticks.

Among other things crossing the road is a challenge. If you walk slowly the riders will be nice and slow down while you dodge your way through.

Shopping is cheap, the night market is vibrant and one could buy their entire house from here.

Tomorrow is exploring the old town along with some more addiction to sticky rice. I’ve found long distant sister of Bombay in east Asia!

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