Thursday, October 19, 2006

Still Standing!

On Comedy:
Ref: Indiaspora, Sunday Times of India, October 15, 2006, Chidanand Rajghatta


There’s something about the Sunday newspaper. It seems to take you by the hand and lead you in a lazy stroll through the pages, which are an effortless mix of the informative, the light-hearted and the ridiculous. And it is to this last word that I draw the reader’s attention to.

The STOI Edit Page on the 15th of October, 2006 contained a piece by Chidanand Rajghatta, who holds forth on the “grim” situation of the stand-up comedy genre in India. In raising the “lofty” question of ’Would Stand-up comedy work in India’, he provides a, should I say, sympathetic yet condescending explanation for Indians that ‘an ethnic group known for its brains, not so much for its wit, is not expected to master stand-up comedy’. The author lists Steve Martin, Bill Cosby,Jay Leno et al as icons in the genre of stand up. The author reluctantly admits that NRIs in the USA (“Second generation ABCD types”) are carving a niche for themselves in this genre. After pointing out that Indian comics in the USA tend to stay away from topics like politics and sex, he arrives on the blanket conclusion that we Indians are “too prickly and prissy”.

I do have an urge to applaud the author on this rather ‘comic’ effort and will take the opportunity to throw some light on the long-standing tradition of comedy in India. ‘Haasya’ meaning humour has been inherent in Indian culture aeons before the average American learnt to spell ‘Stand-up”.

Birbal, the legendary minister in King Akbar’s court in the sixteenth century, was known to be one of the most prolific wits of Indian history. Anecdotes of his uncanny wit abound in Indian folklore.

The genre of humor which the author extols as ‘stand up comedy’ is but a diluted, urbanized version of classic wit- wit, which epitomizes linkages of diverse imagery. The great Sanskrit poet Kalidasa, pioneered the literary concept of ‘upama’ meaning ‘simile’ drawn from the interlinking of ideas and images, which forms the foundation of classic wit.

The traditions epitomized by the great poets and the ‘Court Wit’ who was an integral member of the Maharajah’s durbar are alive in the guise of ‘haasya kavi sammelans’ in the present times. The ‘sammelan’ is a confluence of poets who specialize in comic verse and integrate wit in their compositions. The result, of course, is a laughter marathon for the listeners.

Indian movies have provided another avenue for modern adaptation of comedy and wit. Comic actors like Om Prakash, Mehmood, Rajendra Nath, Keshto Mukherjee are icons in their own right. Their styles of presenting comedy were unique to each actor and have universal appeal.

If comedy takes over the silver screen, can the television be far behind? The genre has its share of exponents on television too: Jaspal Bhatti, one of earliest specialists of slapstick humor, who struck a chord with the Indian middle class; Shekhar Suman, who’s talk shows though roughly modeled on the ‘Jay Leno’ format, are uniquely Indian in content and context; Johny Lever, Navjot Sidhu, Sajid Khan and Javed Jaffri, all of whom have made significant contributions to modern comedy in India.

And how can one forget the Great Indian Laughter Challenge, a unique talent show, which showcases the best of Indian stand-up comedy and has made a superstar out of the average Indian “drawing room” wit.

Comedy in India, is mot just restricted to the format of “Stand-up”. It exists in our poetry, literature, cinema, televisions soaps in an uniquely unbridled mode of presentation.

Comedy is everywhere in the Indian media and sometimes Indians themselves embody it. With unwitting caricaturists like Mr. Chidanand Rajghatta, who present laughably inaccurate images of the Indian identity to the world, who needs a stand-up comic?

Friday, October 13, 2006

"I'm a Tribbiani! Tribbianis Quit!"

If Joey can, so can I.

Quit, that is.

And start living days (numbered, of course!) of endless coffee breaks and evening movie shows, all of which have been stolen pleasures in the past 3 years of my work life.

And so it has turned out in the past few days. I'm getting my 30....no, wait...15 seconds of fame with the proletariat going "Ooh, she actually quit! we had almost got her mixed up with the furniture!" Then follows the steady stream (modest, i admit) of people calling up to find out how where what and when it all happened.
Speculation is rife (or so i think!) on who my future employer might be. To all those active speculators, my only piece of advice would be to closely follow the earnings guidance and the expected Y-o-Y growth for FY 2007 of companies in the financial services industry. At the risk of facilitating insider trading, I might add that when you spot a sudden spurt in the trend line, you are on the right track.

Ok, back from 35000 ft to ground level.

The transition days are on. These days the first call I get in the morning is not from a client wanting to negotiate bond rates but my colleagues waiting for me in the coffee shop for the morning dose of gossip! Needless to say, the caffeine and tanin levels in my system are hitting all time highs thanks to an average of 5 coffee breaks in a day. The social activities of the page 3 crowd and the movies expected to hit theatres in the near future recieve their unfair share of analysis. Obscure websites and news portals are being browsed.

The least of my expectations was that my career moves would be written about. And well, quite predictably, they were not!

So, here I am, correcting the lapse, thrusting some greatness upon myself and writing about it. After all, this is a first for me. The very moment when I approached my boss and uttered the words "I would like to move on" (euphemisms to the rescue!) seemed like an out-of-body experience! Okay, maybe I'm making too much of this. Don't people quit jobs all the time? But that does'nt make changing jobs, bosses, coffee gang, lunch conversation any less of an event for me. I will miss the familiar faces, reading the paper in the break-out area, the fruit lunch, even the familiar phone numbers.

Only to gain a fresh set of familiarities. After all, its just a job!