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Tuesday, January 05, 2010

Winter

Tiny drops of overnight dew covered petals on the Crimson Rose and laughing marigold with the surrounding engulfed in the dense fog. The view of the Bagh having Mango, Eucalyptus, Paniyala*, Guava, Ashok trees, with a Mazar in the center and some wandering livestock struggling to keep them fed and warm in the extreme cold came out as a painting on a vast canvas. Tiny hogs in the a bit distant bagh running to and fro around their mother, a crow sitting on the aluminium electric wire with his speaking eyes and sharp peak looking in all possible directions and suddenly flies away downwards to ground with wings wide open, a silent moving stray dog on the street, a hiding cat in neighbor’s garage, an invisible wandering soul and the shivering cold. Visibility had been very low in the density of the fog, cold waves penetrated across the body and fog was also coming out of the mouth.

Head to toes, only eyes, nose and mouth and surrounding cheekbones were exposed to the penetrating winter air. Holding a hot cup of tea, in palms wrapped in woolen gloves, a relief was witnessed when the warmth of the tea passed through the food pipe. Pakoda of onion and chili topped up some more heat in the moments of shrunken mercury in the thermometer. The room heater made the inside different from the outside. Gradually everyone decided to sit in Aangan around the firewood (the residual wooden skins stored when last time there had been some carpenter work at home were burned in a big wrought iron plate which was once bought when there had been some mason work at home). This was a moment of family sitting together gossiping on the current issues, family dreams, future plans, some stories from Hindu Mythology and what special to have in lunch that day!

Stories of mythology, one such recalled story was of the squirrels that gave their full dedication in imparting theirs’ insignificant contributions of adding small weathered pieces of rocks and mud in between the heavy (but floating!) rocks when ‘The Ram Setu’ was being constructed at Rameshwaram. Theirs’ insignificant contributions integrated together became a significant and evident when it strengthened and bonded those rocks together, to make a bridge to Lanka. Lord Ram became emotional to the unconditional love of squirrels towards him and his motive. Out of praise and love, he took and touched some of them on their back with his index, middle and ring finger in his palm. Since, then squirrels carry mark of love from Ram on their back as a legacy, which can be seen through those shiny black lines on their back. It became an integral part of their genetic code and transferred through generations in their evolution.

Still there had been no mark of sun in the sky. Schools were closed as per the instructions from district administration, everyone at home enjoying some programs on TV. Oops! Load shedding, everything went dark on that just another but memorable winter morning. Now the teenagers gathered together for the all time favorite cricket match in the public park of locality surrounded by all of their houses. The simulated stadium with each house around the park resembled stands of the stadium. Elderly folks on the terrace and passerby on the streets served as the spectators of a simulated professional cricket match of childhood. Girls as usual disliked cricket, came up with theirs’ badminton rackets and found their corner of a pleasured winter morning. After sometime, the fog dissipated and Suryadev (i.e. Sun) appeared to give his portion of warmth to this part of the town. Tired kids however went home for lunch and did some study on their terrace as a vital preparation for forthcoming annual examinations. This was the time when mothers had a time to monitor their child’s progress in studies and they did it while knitting the sweaters which will be ready to wear in few days.

The sparrows also comes to visit the terrace of such houses, in search of some wheat grains or puddings which they bring it back to their nests for their siblings. On one such terrace a boy and his sister are playing with a pigeon named ‘Guntu’ which became their family member since he was sheltered by them when he had some internal injury and was not able to fly. Guntu, a white pigeon with some black spots randomly spread in some fibonacci sequence; he is a guest to the family and living without any cage. Someday Guntu disappeared in mystery. Perhaps, he was healed and found some partner. As before he disappeared he started taking small flights away from home. But, always returned back. Guntu lived in one of the cupboards, which was purposely emptied for him and was taken to terrace everyday for basking. After his arrival, Sun was also consistent in appearance. With the cold of winter faded, Guntu disappeared in mystery one morning when the kids who loved him very much were in school learning something which they had to carry forward with them in their own lives and coming generations.


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Saturday, January 02, 2010

3 Idiots, 5.SomeOne & Intellectual Property Rights

Those who have read Five Point Someone can co-relate how much of the book has been derived in the Movie. 3 Idiots delivered the same delight, which is being delivered by Five Point Someone to its readers. Obviously, the time constraint of a movie cannot go into that many details as a book can. Movie is not an exact replica of the book; it has got its own level of delight through the twists and modifications done in the story of the book. But, it is sad to know that it is being claimed that movie is not the book. In fact, the movie goes a little the time line where the story ended in the book, but it revisited a in-numerous instances of the book through the flashback.

One simple question to one and all, would ‘3 Idiots have been possible if there was no ‘Five Point Someone’. Answer is No.  There is no denying to this fact. Also 3 Idiots was the most awaited movie of the year because folks wanted to revisit the delight of Five Point Someone.

To analyze the case, we have to understand the fundamental difference in these two stories. 

 

  1. 3 Idiot is a Movie, FPS is a novel
  2. 3 Idiots is stretched a bit forward where FPS ended, i.e. post college life of the characters.
  3. Narrator wanted to be a photographer, which was not in the case of FPS
  4. Narrator didn’t had any affair with the leading lady, but the other guy had
  5. One of 3 Idiots was topper, in FPS all of them were 5 pointers
  6. The helpful professor was missing in 3 idiots
  7. Final year student who committed suicide was a new character
  8. Omi’s Role was a missing character in FPS
  9. Fake Identity of Rancho, and himself being a renowned scientist in the climax was not a part of FPS.
  10. Manifestation of Contemporary Issues in 3 Idiots, which were different in the book timeline(decade of 90s) .

There are few more unlisted differences. But, these branches of a story cannot exist without the stem, which in writers view is nothing but the FPS. These differences are evident only because of the big evident similarity.

IPR Perspective: FPS and 3I controversy is an example taken to understand the Laws, Rights and Ethics related with Intellectual Property. As per Wikipedia definition of copyright is: -

Copyright is a form of intellectual property that gives the author of an original work exclusive right for a certain time period in relation to that work, including its publication, distribution and adaptation, after which time the work is said to enter the public domain. Copyright applies to any expressible form of an idea or information that is substantive and discrete and fixed in a medium.

Based on above Chetan Bhagat has all sorts of Legal and Moral right to get his work acknowledged for the success of 3 Idiots. 3 Idiots has the idea snatched from FPS. Consider Omkara, the movie had courtesy to mention Shakespeare's Othello. However, the background was truly contemporary to Indian context. However, 3I used same background and story with the names of Characters changed. 

Othello is now in public domain, and Shakespeare wouldn't have bothered about his acknowledgement. On the contrary, ‘Five Point Someone’ is still not in Public domain, copyright remains with author and he deserves both moral and legal right to get his name acknowledged. 

It is sad that some people calling it publicity stunt for a person who is expressing views on the discomfort of seeing something publicly stolen from his wardrobe. Anyone would have reacted on such, and Chetan’s stand and approach in this matter is very sensible and appreciable.

It was sad to see, RK Hirani, who has induced ‘Jadu Ki Jhappi’, ‘GandhiGiri’ and in fact ‘All is Well’ to India's cultural thinking getting involve into this mess of name and blame. There is no surprise on Aamir speaking more than asked; it is his habit just continued from his rivalry episodes with Shahrukh. 

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