Arbit Scratchpad

(Image Courtesy: http://oscar.go.com/ - From the Oscar Nominees Page) I may have watched it a bit late - but nonetheless this movie is an epic in every sense of the word. It is first and foremost such a beautiful movie - and then it's outstanding! It is a sharply political movie too but not in any negative sense. It has a message that reminds us of the havoc and mindless destruction that war causes. Right from the way it develops - the beautiful forests of Pandora and its creaures and the Na'vi people to the progression with the human WMDs on display! It highlights the irrationality behind the 'other' people that we so often love to hate/despise - be it racial, religious or liguistic or of any other nature. And rightfully Avatar deserves the Oscars (I am assuming they would have won on 07 March 2010!). Some people told me it is a pure 3D animation movie and CGI/SFX and all of that without exactly a story - it is not; absolutely not. It is a perfect concoction...

‘The Amul India Story’ by Ruth Heredia is a story of ideals transforming into building up of one of India’s greatest success stories in the dairy sector. It traces the the birth of a small movement in Gujarat the Kaira District Cooperative Milk Producer Union and its evolution into a fantastic new paradigm of development - the story of Amul. The vision was laid by Sardar Vallabhai Patel with the focus of use of appropriate technology for rural community organization of producer’s cooperative marketing institutions serving the twin purpose of augmenting rural income and developing local industry. His central question for success of a cooperative was “Are the farmers happy?” and if the answer was yes it meant the cooperative was meeting its intended purpose. After the establishment of the University for farmers with which the story begins we get to see how Tribhuvandas Kishibhai Patel uses cooperation as the key to solving the problems of the milk producers in Kaira for getting a fair ...

L to R - Me, Granny and Mitul da The end game - death came. Took away another name! Thoughts, memories stay, The bustle of life eventually replaces the initial dismay! Time stops, in a trance Leaping flames eat up the discarded body As if cleansing or purifying the putrefying A balm of relief against painful suffering. Anything that starts, has an end The road from childhood to a second childhood had many bends! Now, when the cold numbness meets the searing fire,  A serene calm greets the burning pyre.