I would love to hear a story from your childhood.

I wrote one called Munni, which means little girl in Hindi, and it is now online at the Maple Tree Literary Supplement. (How much more Canadian can a name get?!)

This is how it starts:

There are no photographs of Munni, only her image, branded in my memory…
Read on

By the way, my friend Claudia made me aware of this magazine. She has published there too.
Enjoy the story!

Tell me about your experiences and memories of snow!

Today was one of those blessed winter days. Snow outlined the dark branches of bare trees, covered park benches, coated cars, lined slanting roofs and sprinkled prettily on the conifers, making them look like yummy-green, ice-cream cones. Mellow sunlight illuminated the pristine, white winterscape, with not a breath of wind to make things unpleasant, even though it was quite cold at -10 C.

It was a day to celebrate the white stuff – the fifth element – as described by Canadian author, Farley Mowat, in his compelling short text, “Snow.” Air, water, earth and fire do not cut it for Mowat. There is that important fifth element, not only on Earth; it is also “an immortal presence” in the Universe.

To Mowat snow is “the bleak reality of a stalled car and spinning wheels impinging on the neat time schedule of our self importance… the sweet gloss of memory in the failing eyes of the old as they recall the white days of childhood… the resignation of suburban housewives as they skin wet snowsuits from runny-nosed progeny… the invitation that glows ephemeral on a women’s lashes on a winter night… the gentility of utter silence in the muffled heart of a snow-clad forest.”

The text is part of one of his early short story collections called The Snow Walker, which was made into a film. Mowat wrote extensively about the people of the North – the Inuit – and their unique landscape. It can be found online at:

http://books.google.ca/books?id=ZyblI9KNtoUC&printsec=frontcover&dq=the+snow+walker&hl=en&ei=Mgs2TazSBdHpgAfOp8zeCw&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=1&ved=0CCsQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&q&f=false

Another story I always think of at the onset of winter is Hans Christian Andersen’s The Snow Queen. The Snow Queen is deadly, rather than ‘sympathetic,’ hence all the more fascinating:

“The flake of snow grew larger and larger; and at last it was like a young lady, dressed in the finest white gauze, made of a million little flakes like stars. She was so beautiful and delicate, but she was of ice, of dazzling, sparkling ice; yet she lived; her eyes gazed fixedly, like two stars; but there was neither quiet nor repose in them.”

And here’s a description of her palace:

“The walls of the palace were of driving snow, and the windows and doors of cutting winds. There were more than a hundred halls there, according as the snow was driven by the winds. The largest was many miles in extent; all were lighted up by the powerful Aurora Borealis, and all were so large, so empty, so icy cold, and so resplendent! Mirth never reigned there; there was never even a little bear-ball, with the storm for music, while the polar bears went on their hind legs and showed off their steps. Never a little tea party of white young lady foxes; vast, cold, and empty were the halls of the Snow Queen. The northern lights shone with such precision that one could tell exactly when they were at their highest or lowest degree of brightness.”

Source: http://www.online-literature.com/hans_christian_andersen/972/

Inspired perhaps by the Snow Queen’s singular realm is an ice-hotel in Quebec:
http://www.icehotel-canada.com/hotel.php?action=visite

Inside, I am sure it’s quite warm, for blocks of ice fitted together provide splendid insulation, as Mowat informs us in Snow.

Then there’s the telling song by Quebec singer Gilles Vigneault, Mon pays c’est hiver (My country is winter)!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CH_R6D7mU7M

Given melting mountain ice and dwindling glaciers in the Arctic and Antarctic, we can only admire, with poignant intensity, the power and majesty of the fifth element, displayed in this video clip:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/video/2010/dec/16/ohio-lighthouse-frozen-arctic-winds-video

Great, short video about how hypertext/ the net/ web 2.0 (social media) evolved and the wide-ranging implications of this.

Humans have created an array of religious and cultural celebrations to mark the seasons, tantalize our taste buds and enliven our days. October brought Halloween, November Diwali. We are heading pell-mell into Christmas, even as observant Jews light candles to commemorate Hanukkah.

What’s your take on festivals – do you celebrate them with enthusiasm or just ignore them? Do they mean anything to you? Do you feel they have become too loud, too commercial, etc? I am eager to hear from you!

Don’t miss the links at the end of this blog. The first features magical lanterns, described in the next paragraph. Link two shows facets of one of my favourite Indian festival’s – Navratri, where you can go for nine nights of communal dancing, wearing colourful clothes. Yeh! A Hindu festival, the Indian diaspora has taken it abroad. The third link goes to an article by a Zoroastrian-Canadian friend talking about how she negotiated and transmitted her religion and culture, growing up and raising a family, in Vancouver.

The Magic of the Lanterns takes place every autumn at the Chinese Garden in the Botanical Gardens in Montreal. It marks a Chinese festival dating back to the Han dynasty – 206 B.C.-220 A.D. The lanterns this year were gorgeous tableaus made out of nylon and other modern materials, depicting everyday life in 12th century China. In a post-modern, green twist, the Garden authorities claim that since 2008, a LED (light emitting diode) lighting system is used for this festival, in order to reduce energy use.

My own feelings about festivals underwent a sea change after immigrating to Canada in the 1990s. When I lived in India I took festivals for granted, participating in them mostly at the behest of my enthusiastic mother. After immigrating, I was free, free to continue celebrating, do less or nothing, or incorporate new ones.

Inspired by my wonderful, pagan, environmentalist friends, I started commemorating Solstice and Equinox as milestones on the seasonal calendar. When I lived in Toronto, I participated in communal rituals. Now I go for a “mindful” walk, look at the moon, light a candle or incense, walk through the apartment, perfuming it with sweet grass, a plant that is variously used by native Indians.

I embraced Halloween with great gusto, a time when the partition between the dead and the living thins. Pumpkins are carved and hang out on porches, grinning devilishly, ghosts and goblins come out to play and adults (finally) become more fun as they don masks and costumes to party! It is an opportunity to cross dress, just what a friend did at a Halloween Party I organized once. He was so well disguised as an old woman, complete with mask, wig, dress and falsetto voice, that I failed to recognize him for a few moments! (He happens to be an amateur actor.)

Another invitee came as a “table for two.” He had stuck his head through a square, flat piece of styrofoam, complete with a plastic tablecloth. On the surface he had stuck on plastic plates, saucers and paper napkins! His got the best costume prize.

I have retained Ganesh Puja, very important to my ethnic/ linguistic group, discovering that the pot-bellied, elephant-headed God, with his reputation for dispelling obstacles, is popular everywhere. Come Diwali I worship Laxmi, the Goddess not only of wealth, which is rather mundane, but also of abundance – a word with an exuberant, pagan quality. My mixed fortunes in Canada have made me incline towards her!

We attend certain Shambhala Buddhist ceremonies, time permitting, and attend family gatherings at Christmas. My life is rich in ritual. But why do I care? I deeply appreciate the theme of dispelling darkness to bring in light, that many festivals have. Others recognize the role of nature, draw on particular symbols, push me to pause and reflect even as I recreate a practice, feast, socialize and have fun. As a friend would put it: “What’s not to like?”

Magic Lanterns:
http://picasaweb.google.com/veenago/MagicLanternsOnline#

Navratri:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-south-asia-11695078

Navjot/Zarathustrianism:
http://www.manushi.in/articles.php?articleId=1338

Check out my article about a sculpture exhibition: http://roverarts.com/2010/11/head-turning-sculptures/

Do you follow the work of certain film directors? Amidst the tsunami of cinema that comes to us, what makes us connect intimately to particular films? Why does the vision of a specific director move us deeply and haunt us long after we leave the theatre or switch off the DVD? Please tell me about your favourite directors and films.

I went on a bit of a film feast last month. I had bought a movie card for the local repertory cinema in October 2009, but had had no time to use it. As the expiry date drew near, I decided to get my money’s worth. And get my money’s worth I did, watching Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall flirt in The Big Sleep. (This was a very particular smart-mouth flirting style from 1940s Hollywood). As they stylishly traded ripostes, the murders kept comin’, and the strangely familiar world of deadly dames, sharp shooting private dicks and desperate characters with mysterious intent, unfolded amid pouring rain and beautifully lit urban nightscapes. Classic Film Noir wrapped itself around me like a boa constrictor!

I marvelled at the mastery, the sure touch, of director Howard Hawks who managed to pull in and entertain a sceptical viewer like myself, who is not even a Noir fan. (A friend had suggested the film.)

Next, feeling not unlike Alice in the proverbial Wonderland, I fell into the surreal universe of Joseph K., who wakes up one morning to find cops searching his room. They tell him he’s on trial, but he never finds out for what. Ouch! The Trial is a masterpiece – the legendary Orson Welles filming the work of the even more monumental Franz Kafka. The film, which is supposed to follow the (il)logic of a nightmare, has an incredibly claustrophobic quality. From the early, strangely angled shots inside Joseph K’s room and boarding house, “through a city composed of decaying industrial buildings, old factories, shady tenements, and empty streets,” through long corridors between bookcases stuffed with untidy files, ostentatious public buildings with weird goings on and quirkily furnished private mansions, the feeling of being confined and trapped never leaves you for a moment.

And that is the point. Kafka found social conventions (and not just the workings of bureaucracy) strange and baffling. In The Trial he created an ultimately incomprehensible world, which Welles rendered into harrowing flesh.

This is perhaps what makes for compelling cinema? It’s been said before, but I’ll say it again. Great directors seem to spin entire solar systems into being. They draw you in and hold you there, captive. They make you squirm, but you want to stay, to have that transformative and ultimately satisfying experience of transcending your own life and entering, really entering, someone else’s world.

I have admired directors ever since I first started to have a clue about what went into making movies. A director works with producers, scriptwriters, a camera crew, actors, set and costume designers, editors, music composers and a host of other professionals. What a circus! A great director orchestrates the talents and temperaments of all these diverse people to craft an unforgettable movie that bears his or her individual stamp. Some directors mastered more than one of these difficult skills. Satyajit Ray for instance wrote the original stories and screenplays, composed music, designed the sets, costumes and even the publicity posters, for his films. Whew!

I was a journalist in Bombay in my early 20s when a good friend got involved with movie making. I remember her telling me about the sheer excitement and thrilling intensity of it all. And how, late at night, after the film crew wrapped up an exhausting shoot, they would go out drinking, still talking about the movie.

It is fitting that my story ends with a film called Great Directors. Angela Ismailos’ documentary by that name, which features nine directors, was the last movie I saw. OK there was a less successful Greek film in between. It’s good to see less-good films; makes you really appreciate the others!

Ismailos chose those particular directors because they were true to their vision of filmmaking. Resisting commercialization, they made uncompromising films. She interviewed Bernardo Bertolucci, David Lynch, Liliana Cavani, Stephen Frears, Agnes Varda, Ken Loach, Todd Haynes, Catherine Breillat, Richard Linklater and John Sayles, over many days. This complex creation is about the motivations, identities, work, personalities, dilemmas and admirable courage of these directors. I did not know some of them at all, others I knew less well, but the movie was worth watching all the same. Ismailos manages to contextualize their work and even showcases some of their inspirations – Ingmar Bergman, Rainer Werner Fassbinder and others. All this in 90 minutes.

Vive le cinema, vive the magicians behind the movies!

Did you go to a cottage this summer? Hiking? Camping? Did you try to escape the heat, if you live in India? Perhaps you just enjoyed urban nature? Maybe you live in the country? Use that keyboard (!) to write a few words about your particular experience in the comment box below. Or send me photos.

What better time to recall summer getaways as Fall deepens outside the window. The leaves seemed to turn yellow overnight, last week, and that beautiful, muted, slanting light, that evokes all manner of nuanced feeling, and a certain tremulousness, permeated everything.

Among the pleasures of immigration to Canada from the tropics, are the all-too-short weekends I get to spend in Canadian Cottage Country.

This year I had the chance to revisit my friend Gillian, on Black Rock, a lovely, little island in the Peterborough area in Ontario. In the vast stretches that typify Canada, owning an island is less spectacular than it would be in other parts of the world, say for example in space-strapped Japan, though no less fortunate.

There were the usual delights of canoeing, dipping in the lake, leisurely meals enjoyed in tranquil, green, watery surroundings, and rambles around the island with Gill’s wonderful children – Ursula and Allias. We also witnessed spectacular meteor showers. Lying back in the open, under blankets, the four us watched in awe as shooting stars bloomed all over the star-spangled, night sky. The kids screamed in glee!

Later I read on the net: “The Perseids take place each August as the Earth passes through the debris of the comet Swift-Tuttle. The dust particles light up as they pass through the Earth’s atmosphere, burning up along the way.”

It was love at first sight for me. Way back in September 2001, I wrote this “ode” to Black Rock:

Jewel
in the palm
of Stoney Lake

Encased in lush,
swirling waters
- a dazzling
turquoise tumescence

Ripening every summer
A fruit, we
have learnt to partake

Leaving you, in the wake
of a lazy weekend
abundant nectar
dribbling down our chins
made dour by city living

Satiated

with the promise
of another summer’s seduction
ahead

Sealed
Amid the pines
- an autumn-tipped seed
mellowing
under the Junipers

Here are some photos of Black Rock from that time.

This year I also visited Petroglyphs Provincial Park. The main attraction here is a massive rock, covered with drawings reminiscent of cave paintings. It is thrilling to see the petroglyphs of turtles, snakes, birds, humans and symbolic shapes. Probably carved by Algonquian-speaking people, the drawings are thought to range in age from 600 to 1100 years. Known as The Teaching Rocks (Kinomagewapong), the site is sacred to First Nation’s people. It is a place where they journeyed to conduct ceremonies, pray, meditate and fast, over millennia. The Park is collaboratively managed with the Curve Lake First Nations People who live nearby. There’s a nice museum on-site called “The Learning Place,” which explains Native traditions.

Highly recommended.

Thanks Gillian for making it all possible.

Scroll to the bottom for links to websites of the organizations/projects mentioned, as well as a podcast link.

“No one knows everything, we all know a little bit. Let’s look at our realities together,” says Amanda Garcés of Mobile Voices (vozmob), an IT platform that helps Latino, immigrant workers in Los Angeles create and distribute stories about their lives and communities directly, using cell phones.

“Video has immense capacity to generate action,” says Priscilla Néri of Witness, a New York based organization whose mandate is to provide training and support to local groups worldwide to use video in their human rights advocacy campaigns. Witness has coupled this mandate with the outreach and in-reach capacity of the internet.

Garcés and Neri were two of ten panellists at “Citizen Media Rendez-vous,” a one-day event held in Montréal on August 23, 2010, co-sponsored by international and local civil society and media organizations and the Department of Canadian Heritage.

I was curious to check out this event given the panic about “the disappearance of the print media as we know it”, contrasted with the proliferation of new media technologies and usage, and accelerating audience fragmentation. Perhaps new “Citizen Media,” whatever that was, would present the empowering face of this cataclysmic change, largely depicted as negative. This is what I learnt:

Craig Silverman from MediaShift, a PBS, U.S.A., funded “guide to the digital media revolution,” is currently working on OpenFile, in Toronto. This is a collaborative, local news site where stories are suggested by readers, then selected and investigated by OpenFile journalists.

Apart from producing journalism that is much more locally responsive, OpenFile can get actual intervention, for e.g., a municipal staff person may be called on to answer a question about tree cutting in a particular neighbourhood,

Tim McSorley is a Montreal editor at The Media Co-Op, a Canadian coast-to-coast network of local, media co-operatives. “We want to be accessible, accountable, democratic,” he said. Their open publishing site allows citizens to upload text, audio and video reports, while also funding professional journalistic reports. Media Co-op is independent – reader funded and member-run. They believe in talking to people directly affected first, then, time and resources permitting, the journalist brings their questions to those making the decisions: politicians, corporate executives. Typically this is the opposite of how mainstream media operate.

Georgia Popplewell, MD of Global Voices, started Caribbean Free Radio with the aim of broadening the stereotypical coverage of her country, Trinidad and Tobago. This expanded into “an international, volunteer-led project that collects, summarizes, and gives context to some of the best self-published content found on blogs, podcasts, photo sharing sites, and videoblogs from around the world, with an emphasis on countries outside of Europe and North America… and on voices that are not ordinarily heard in international, mainstream media.”

With 300 bloggers and translators on board at Global Voices, the content is translated into 18 languages. Amen.

Norman Cohn, the Canadian-American co-founder of IsumaTV, among the most politicized of the presenters, had an urgent mandate: to stop the disappearance of the 4000 year-old, Inuit language and culture, which he said is melting away as rapidly as Arctic icebergs. (Isuma, means “think” in Inuktitut.) IsumaTV is an independent, interactive network of Inuit and other indigenous multimedia that offers 200o plus films in 41 languages for free online.

The project started years ago with the idea of Inuit filmmakers and communities being able to film their own stories. Some of the ensuing products, like the not-to-be-missed Atarnajuat, the Fast Runner, were a critical and commercial success. “Our films were being seen elsewhere, but not in the Inuit communities, and there is still a problem of access,” says Cohn.

Remote communities in the Canadian North (as well as parts of rural Canada, another participants added) lack affordable, usable internet access, and the situation is getting worse. “There’s a class system here; there’s colonization,” Cohn reminded us. He is working with a community-oriented, internet company to improve access.

Jean-Noé Landry from Montréal Ouvert (Open Montreal) is working to get Montreal to adopt an open data policy. This would allow citizens to understand better how the city operates, and analyze and use municipal data that is usually kept private. A handful of cities have adopted an open data policy, and they have been able to save money, he said. This project is trying to promote grassroots democracy and transparency.

Other projects presented were the Indian CGNet Swara and Ushahidi. Swara is an audio website where people can call a phone number to record news, and listeners can call in to hear the recorded news. It serves tribal people in remote areas in the state of Chhattisgarh, India. Community members sometimes have cell phones, but hardly any other technology. (Electricity is not a given.)

This pilot project, like Mobile Voices and IsumaTV, is about disadvantaged minorities generating their own news to build identity, solidarity and community while also presenting their realities from their own perspective to the larger public. While these kinds of initiatives are not new, marrying them to the potential of new information technologies gives them wider scope.

Ushahidi (Swahili for testimony) is a platform that enables a person to send in information by phone or e-mail that can then be electronically mapped. It has been used in several crisis situations. Jaroslav Valuch, who works with Ushahidi, recounted the fascinating story of its deployment during the Haiti earthquake this year, when trapped Haitians were calling in from various parts of the country, and Haitian expats, mobilized through Facebook, were translating the messages and helping localize the calls, putting their geographic and cultural knowledge to use. Click to listen to a podcast about Ushahidi and its larger implications.

Many challenges also surfaced – sustainable funding, ensuring data accuracy, quality control, maintaining independence and not getting coopted, increasing public awareness and engagement, how to protect people’s identities in human rights abuse contexts, and others.

While not being naive about the obstacles, the presenters came across as committed and positive, which was truly inspiring. If a key goal of civil society organizations is promoting citizen involvement, and giving citizen’s voice and agency, then new Citizen Media, whose potential is just emerging, is surely a good thing. I welcome the decentring and opening up of media creation and diffusion as never before. Do you? It may be bewildering and a tad scary, but it looks like it is going to be an exciting ride!

Accessing citizen media panel:
• Norman Cohn, co-founder IsumaTV (Montréal – Igloolik)
• Tim McSorley, editor Media Co-operative (CAN – Montréal)
• Georgia Popplewell, Managing Director Global Voices (TRINIDAD & TOBAGO)
• Craig Silverman, Managing Editor MediaShift (USA) & Digital Journalism Director OpenFile(Toronto)
• Jean-Noé Landry, co-founder Montréal Ouvert (Montréal)

Use of new media for human rights panel:
• Jaroslav Valuch, Haiti Project Manager Ushahidi (KENYA – Boston)
• Priscila Néri, Program Coordinator, Witness (New York)
• Shubhranshu Choudhary, CGNet Swara (INDIA) *via Skype
• Martin Lessard, Zéro Seconde (Montréal)
• Amanda Garces, Project Coordinator Mobile Voices (Los Angeles)
(This is a mostly Spanish site.)

The 9th CIVICUS World Assembly is in Montreal from August 20-23, 2010. CIVICUS is a network of civil society organizations working to strengthen civil society and citizen action worldwide. At the Assembly they are discussing democracy, human rights, citizen media, how to forefront youth voices and more.

On August 23 an interesting event on Citizen Media is taking place in parallel with the Assembly.

Watch this space for my blog entry of this event.

(Click on the names for music samples)

Throw a stone – hit a festival – that’s Montreal. Jazz, African music, percussion, Arabic and North African music, and music from Francophone countries, all warrant a festival each. Apart from the “normal” International Film Fest, there’s Fantasia (yah, far out fantasy flicks), FIFA, a festival devoted to films on art, and another that showcases Haitian films. (Just how specialised can you get?!) There’s literature fests like Blue Metropolis; dance, theatre and modern circus fests, and a comedy fest – Just for Laughs/ Juste pour rire. There is the Montreal First People’s Festival and Accès Asie (Asian Heritage Month in other Canadian provinces). I saw an ad for a fashion and design festival and the latest I heard about was a Nomad fest! Every time you turn around they’ve added a new one…

When I first got here, a wannabe Montreal culture vulture – I threw myself zealously into festivaling. By year two, festival fatigue set in. Year three and I have picked my two favourites – the Montreal International Jazz Festival and Nuits d’Afrique (African Nights).

These, like the other major music festivals, feature free shows; the jazz fest in particular gives away amazing music for nothing. Both have a great vibe. Yes there’s a crowd, but it’s made up of nice folk, there to enjoy music joyously and respectfully, often with the family members.

At this year’s Jazz fest we were blown away by the nimble finger work of award-winning Cuban pianist Rafael Zaldivar and energized by the “we are having so much fun making good music together” gypsy meets techno sound of the Eastern European Slavic Soul Party. I discovered, and Marc-Antoine learned to appreciate Dan Bigras. A Quebecois rocker and former bar singer with a big voice, he put on a big, brassy, entertaining show. He coupled fun standards like Hit the Road Jack with spunky French numbers, among them a bawdy retelling of Red Riding Hood.

I find French and Quebec music that I have come across really different from the music I know in English or Indian languages. The lyrics are poetry, or pieces of text, set to music. Often a kind of musical storytelling which covers a wide range of themes. Most singers write their own lyrics and music, and are then called auteur-compositeur-interprète. No wonder Montreal is home to the famous, English-language, auteur-compositeur-interprète – Leonard Cohen.

The rousing festival finale had a Mardi Gras theme and featured musicians from the New Orleans area, among them, Acadian-French singer Zachary Richard. I was excited as I had been introduced to his music in French class! He was good, though it was the youthful Trombone Shorty‘s (he’s not short!) who stole the show. Man, could that guy blow!

For Nuits d’Afrique we focused on four, emerging divas. Marc-Antoine faithfully went to see Chiwoniso, a Zimbabwean musician he has seen at the great Zanzibar Music fest – Sauti Za Busara (Sounds of Wisdom). I broke ranks to check out Dobet Gnahoré from the Ivory Coast who mixes styles and genres but is very rooted in African traditions. Singing, dancing, looking great (!), exuding a relaxed confidence, she had us eating out of her hand at Cabaret Mile End, a venue worth checking out if you’re visiting Montreal. Both these ladies sing about African issues in several African languages.

The festival “finds” were Hindi Zahra and Nomfusi (and the Lucky Charms). Hindi, a blues singer influenced by her Moroccan background and the music of that sound-rich region, has an original, contemporary style that weaves a spell . Nomfusi brings incredible passion to each number. Her style is influenced, among others, by legendary singer and civil rights activist Miriam Makeba. Nomfusi comes from the townships of Cape Town, and sings about life here in her native Xhosa. Langa and Khayelisha, the places she mentioned, were the very ones I visited in the recent past!

It was a pleasure and a privilege to hear all these talented, committed artists, who infused our life with their vibrant music for a few days.

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