Crude writings of a novice writer

A deep-dive into Get Out : A series in five parts - Quintet Part 2 - Portending Evil As Dean is showing Chris around the house, he leads him down a hallway with a portrait of the former’s late father, Roman Armitage, hanging on the wall alongside other pictures of his family. The portrait depicts a young Roman Armitage crouched into the starting pose for some race, which Dean reveals in a bit is the one for the qualifiers to the 1936 Berlin Olympics and where he lost to legendary Afro-American sprinter, Jesse Owens. Hitler was part of the audience to the race that day and Dean remarks how Owens’s victory stood in stark defiance to everything Hitler was an advocate for. To this Chris nods in agreement and adds that the defeat must have been tough to swallow for his father. Dean offers a cryptic and strange response here that leaves the viewer puzzled and without being able to make any sense out of it. CHRIS: “Tough break for your Dad though.”  DEAN: “He almost got o...

Kate Webber for freelancer denuding dystopian realities of blockaded J&K Ahmer Khan (27) an independent multimedia journalist from Kashmir, who has been unwavering this past year in his admirable efforts to cast light on the plight and suffering of the Kashmiri locals during the state's prolonged ruinous lockdown, met the mid-february announcement of himself as the to-be-recipient of the 2019 AFP Kate Webber prize with grace, composure, humility and gratitude. The communications blackout which kicked in, 5th of August last year, as part of the Delhi-induced clampdown meant not only that foreign journalists w ere barred passage into the region but also that all internet communications and cellphone and landline services had been wiped out, essentially blinding the rest of the globe to whatever that were to transpire there. It was at this juncture that Ahmer Khan and his "resilient colleagues from the Kashmir journalist corps" dared to fill in the information v...

A deep-dive into Get Out : A series in five parts - Quintet Part 1 - The opening 10 minutes In the upcoming quintet of posts about the 2017 Jordan-Peele directed film Get Out which was nominated for four Academy Awards in 2018, you’ll see me do a very thorough breakdown of nearly all of its scenes. There is a lot to go over and to be frank I’m still not very certain that I have denuded all the richness contained in every detail of the film. Every successive watch I grasp something I had not before. This among many other elements keeps the experience of rewatching the movie several times over very far removed from stale. It has this tendency to smack you in the face with your incomplete understanding of the film from your previous watches. The film compels close attention both to itself and the daunting message it assaults your delusional conception of contemporary social reality with. Equally as well it always leaves you with a strong urge to ruminate upon what you have just...

The malodor and decay of Malpe's fisheries: The disgraceful stench of dead animals greeted us as we stepped foot inside the famed fishery of Malpe. The skies and the air just above us were thronged by scavengers and birds of prey, convened by the putrid odour. Another bird, the eastern great egret, was found at the ground level, perched on poles, stalls and tents. What all of these birds - the brahminy and black kites in the skies, and the great egrets on the ground - had in common was a careful eye on their next meal, which could only come from one place; the dozens of fishwives that categorically displayed their haul for wholesale alone, and the truckers and their crewmen loading the day's catch onto trucks. The sea waters were blotted out, as far as the eye could see, by what appeared like a metropolis of fishing boats. Any chance of securing a fish from the water left exposed by the small gaps between two adjacent trawlers was further mitigated by a slew of floating ...

The Victoria Memorial in central Kolkata A visit to Victoria Memorial in Kolkata: Three years ago, sometime in early December, on a chilly afternoon, I and a friend had boarded a metro downtown to one of the oldest and most well-known tourist spots in the 'City of Joy' - The Victoria Memorial in Central Kolkata. It was, but, only my second visit to this marvellous, marble monument since my maiden visit well over a decade ago with my parents, at a time I was perhaps too young to appreciate, even remember what I was beholding then. For my friend, a non-native from the Andaman & Nicobar Islands, it would be his very first time witnessing this sumptuous creation of British architecture from the early 20th century. Naturally, we had thoroughly resolved ourselves to burn the image of it's every piece and corner into our minds, so we may be allowed to relive and re-experience this outing time and over in the future. Necessary indispensably to our ends were camer...