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Obscenity of censorship
Once the society is told what is acceptable in one sphere, it inevitably extends to everything else. We already have one version of history, one  version of  religion and now we are on track for one version of morality. This is the cost of not defending Manto and Chughtai; it is about time we fought back
By Saroop Ijaz
Dr Samuel Johnson, the great lexicographer, was widely praised on the completion of the first comprehensive dictionary of the English language. Reportedly, in the course of the congratulations, a delegation of respectable middle-aged ladies of the London nobility called upon Dr Johnson and said, “Dr Johnson, we congratulate you for not putting any obscene words in your dictionary.” Dr Johnson replied, “And ladies, I congratulate you for being able to look them up.”

tribute
Actor of the wronged
Avtar Kishan Hangal, who died last week, was one of the committed left
leaning artistes who opted to make cinema their second platform
By Sarwat Ali
Like so many others associated with the performing arts, Avtar Kishan Hangal, who died last week, started his career from the platform of the Indian People’s Theatre Association (IPTA). And like so many others, he was known for his appearances and contribution to the cinema, which totally dwarfed his contribution to the theatre in the initial years of his life.
He may not have been the leading light of IPTA for there are many other names that were more well-known with solid contributions to their credit. But he was one of the team members who was able to stay sincere to the cause. Such work laid the foundation of the performing arts in India that has drawn its sources from many antecedents. 

Multiple metaphors
In her recent works at Rohtas 2, Wardha Shabbir treads the thin threshold between man and nature and almost breaks it
By Quddus Mirza
Popular stories, fables, folklore and mythologies are a way of reminding us of the connection of mankind with other species. This association is more deep than visible and relates to our psychological self. Thus our responses and expressions are often equated with that of a beast or a bird. Or at times, some qualities are appreciated as superhuman which may also mean animal-like. 
Right from prehistoric period to the more recent Mesopotamian statutes and Egyptian figurines, from Christian iconography to signs of falcons and felines on modern states’ national flags, man has been fascinated with his link to the animal world. This is evident in literature, music, dance, theatre and visual arts as well as in the field of sports. 

Overload hits Hollywood
When Madonna implies ‘everyone wants to go to Hollywood’, I believe she means just that. It is a dream of many to be in the limelight of an industry what we may term as ‘centre of gravity’ of world media. 
The world’s film capital welcomes Overload, a Pakistani band, to contribute on the largest screens of the world where they are to perform in an upcoming English political thriller ‘The Reluctant Fundamentalist’. Based on Mohsin Hamid’s novel the film is directed by Mira Nair and has already become a talking point in Pakistani and Indian circles. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Obscenity of censorship
Once the society is told what is acceptable in one sphere, it inevitably extends to everything else. We already have one version of history, one  version of  religion and now we are on track for one version of morality. This is the cost of not defending Manto and Chughtai; it is about time we fought back
By Saroop Ijaz

Dr Samuel Johnson, the great lexicographer, was widely praised on the completion of the first comprehensive dictionary of the English language. Reportedly, in the course of the congratulations, a delegation of respectable middle-aged ladies of the London nobility called upon Dr Johnson and said, “Dr Johnson, we congratulate you for not putting any obscene words in your dictionary.” Dr Johnson replied, “And ladies, I congratulate you for being able to look them up.”

This anecdote tells us all that is to know about the censorial instinct. There are people who are determined to find or at least attempt to find obscenity and something to be offended by in everything and in most cases they succeed.

The most interesting question in the petitions against the rampant “obscenity” and vulgarity on Pakistani media by the former head of a religious party and a retired judge is who their cable operator is; the information might be useful to the public at large. In most cases, appeals to the censor say more about the individual making that appeal than the content being assailed. Notwithstanding the silliness of the petition/s, the background questions are fundamental, namely what is obscenity and who is empowered to define it.

One has to, for the moment, ignore the low quality and sensationalist nature of our television programmes and defend the general principle, which here is the freedom of expression and creativity.

We unfortunately are no strangers to this philistine debate. Saadat Hasan Manto is an unavoidable reference when talking about obscenity and the desire to censor it. The number of times that, perhaps the greatest, short story writer of Urdu language was hauled to court because mediocre bureaucrats and those searching for vulgarity in everything found his work to be “obscene” would have been amusing had it not been so depressing. Manto was in elite company though, as he always should be, alongside Gustav Flaubert, Maupassant and James Joyce amongst others.

Those who find the warrant or temptation for rape in “Khol Do” or necrophilia in “Thanda Ghosht” are the sort of people who are on an active lookout for these perversions and there is nothing you can do to stop them. In a hypothetical sad world of perfect censorship, they would find themselves to be unemployed, alone with their psychosis. Manto’s statement of defense against the charge of obscenity said, “If you would like to be enlightened on our society and the times we live in, then read my work. However, if you are unable to stand to read my work, it means that it is our times and society today that you cannot stand.”

I know the state of our television is not such as to mandate such a muscular and eloquent defense, yet the principle stands.

Ismat Chughtai’s “Lihaf” represents an even sterner test on the question. It is an exquisite short story about the complex relationship between two women as viewed by an innocent child. To find obscenity in it is impossible for anyone who does not have a yearning for the obscene (It is worth wondering how many of the faithful who find it an outrage to their tender sensibilities know the story of the great “Dancing Dervish” of Lahore, Shah Husain, and the Hindu boy, Madhu Lal, still buried together as one shrine, as a symbol of resistance). The gold standard on the western front is a story involving a twelve year old girl; Nabokov’s, “Lolita”. To be revolted by “Lolita” is a forgivable reaction and perhaps even intended, however to judge it solely on the touchstone of some notion of morality comes close to total ignorance.

I am sure there are other shameful examples, yet the point hopefully is made.

To judge art and literature on the sermonizing low (or is it high?) standard of morality of a non-artist is ridiculous and backward. Here we have to admit, even if grudgingly, that television media of Pakistan, whatever its quality, is art.

It is impossible to overestimate the damage done by Ziaul Haq. The single most damaging blow to our society was making the State the arbiter of art. Another major consequence of that regime of repression was inculcating the censorship of the worst kind in our hearts and minds; self-censorship. The writer and the film-maker do not need to be told what to do now; they obediently comply with a vague standard of social morality and are very keen not to offend. The desire to please is nowhere more obvious than in our television media. The burden of making the judgment in advance of what might ‘offend’ someone destroys or, at the very least, severely limits creativity and breeds intellectual dishonesty.

The oft-repeated argument against censorship is a convincing one — that if an all-powerful censor existed, who had to go through all the vulgarity and filth in society and make a decision of what is fit to be passed, then the censor will eventually become the most corrupt and debauched because of the exposure to all the vulgarity.

This should also remind us of the ‘heroic’ task undertaken by a fifteen year old boy in compiling a list of a few hundred thousand pornographic sites so that the PTA can block them. Let us hope the young warrior is in good mental and physical health after this presumably exhausting service to the nation.

To define obscenity for us all is quite a large claim for anyone to make. Even if the task of deciding what is vulgar for all of us is possible, we will never know who exactly to delegate this task to. In any event, it is too important a task to be left to rightwing old men.

The mindset of the censor is incapable of multiple interpretations. Returning to the trope of short story writers, Ghulam Abbas’s “Hotel Mohenjodaro” has frightening prescience. It begins with a mullah proclaiming that landing on the moon was a violation of divine law, results in a theocracy coming to power and banning all technology, art forms and non-religious knowledge and ends in total ruin. Once the society is told what is acceptable in one sphere, it inevitably extends to everything else. We already have one version of history, one version of religion and now we are on track for one version of morality.

This is the cost of not defending Manto and Chuhgtai; well, it is about time we fought back. We have already tried censorship in its most extreme form and know for a fact that it is destructive. The Court/State is now asking for the right to do the thinking on our behalf. Hence, implying that we do not possess the fortitude, moral and rational to live adequately and make choices for ourselves. We should find this condescending attitude obscene enough.

 

   

 

 

 

 

  tribute
Actor of the wronged
Avtar Kishan Hangal, who died last week, was one of the committed left
leaning artistes who opted to make cinema their second platform
By Sarwat Ali

Like so many others associated with the performing arts, Avtar Kishan Hangal, who died last week, started his career from the platform of the Indian People’s Theatre Association (IPTA). And like so many others, he was known for his appearances and contribution to the cinema, which totally dwarfed his contribution to the theatre in the initial years of his life.

He may not have been the leading light of IPTA for there are many other names that were more well-known with solid contributions to their credit. But he was one of the team members who was able to stay sincere to the cause. Such work laid the foundation of the performing arts in India that has drawn its sources from many antecedents.

If there was the wider mythological backdrop (Indian/Iranian) to be propped against, there was also realism (critical/socialist) based on contemporary art.

It is said that he was associated with the theatre/performing arts from 1936 to 1947 — and mostly did plays with a message of social and political revolutionary awareness.

He was born in Sialkot, and later shifted to Peshawar, but that phase appears to have not been properly documented. The information remains sketchy. It appears he was more actively involved in revolutionary politics of the time in the North West Frontier Province (now Khyber Pakhtunkhwa) in the early years of the (IPTA) inflamed by the massacre at Jallianwala Bagh.

He also worked as a tailor, which could have been the way of making a living which many of the left meaning political workers chose to do, or an act of identifying with the working professions, or it could have been a ruse to mask his identity in the face of political crackdown.

For he was arrested in Karachi around 1947 and after two years released and deported to India.

Even there his work has not been recorded. Though from various sources it becomes clear he was engaged in theatre. This was also the primary reason why the committed left leaning artistes opted to make cinema their second platform. It was a mass medium and its outreach was immense. Like no other medium except the radio, the cinema could reach the people in the early decades of the 20th century. But its added advantage of combining aural with the visual made it a more effective medium than the radio.

Those who wanted to reach out to the people gradually were won over despite its inherent ills of glamour, exaggeration and commercialism, fast converting it into an industry. These artistes thought that they could either neutralise the immense commercial potential of the cinema, turn it to their advantage or could run their cine experiment parallel to the big conglomerates that were emerging on the cultural landscape of Bombay, Calcutta, Madras and Lahore.

The India People’s Theatre Association made a small beginning by producing its own films as against the song, dance and glamour of the mainstream cinema. As always, this central contradiction stayed with the medium and it just did not go away. The artistes in the process were more lured by the financial returns, the mass appeal, a by-product of the medium, losing their grip on the purity of their message.

Over the years this dichotomy has pushed artistes of all hues and colours on the backfoot for mass appeal does imply compromise of sorts. It is like changing the track and beginning to dance to someone else’s tune, muddling and then forgetting the initial steps and finally ending up justifying the drift away.

But those must have been difficult days for the struggling artistes cum workers of the parties who were trying to make the audiences aware of the people’s plight and inspiring them to carry their theatre experience to their homes, workplaces, cities and villages as instruments of change. Though the heady doze of idealism must have propped them up, frugality, lack of adequate facilities to perform and uncertainty about the outcome must have been the principle dampers.

Even after independence, it was not easy to perform, in many ways more difficult as the screws were tightened on the left leaning parties in both India and Pakistan. Many of the workers and artistes had to put in a sneak performance or operate from underground. Stringent censorship rules, clampdowns and break ups of rallies/performances, arrests characterised their landscape of operations. Many youngsters went with the flow but with advancing years and families to support the curtain of pragmatism started to fall on them, which made them choose between a life outside society or in it. Many chose to keep one step in and the other out.

Hangal made his debut in cinema in late 1966 with ‘Teesri Kasam’ when he was over 50 and it must have been on the insistence of director Basu Bhattacharya. From then on, he became a regular cast in films. There he did create an empathy with the meek, the down-trodden and the exploited, and was able to put his own stamp on it.

Usually in older roles, particularly in Indian cinema, the scope is rather limited, and with the characters typecast, there are not many opportunities to express and display talent. But the roles he did were mostly of a benign man who had been wronged but rarely representing dark villainous forces. Only in ‘Shaukeen’ did he play the role of an older man, mischievous and naughty, remaining likeable. This was a break from the usual roles of a grieving or an angry father with little to do than express his lament against the exploitative forces of society.

His services to the performing arts were duly acknowledged and he was awarded the Padma Bhushan for his contribution to the Indian cinema.

 

 

 

 

 

 

  Multiple metaphors
In her recent works at Rohtas 2, Wardha Shabbir treads the thin threshold between man and nature and almost breaks it
By Quddus Mirza

Popular stories, fables, folklore and mythologies are a way of reminding us of the connection of mankind with other species. This association is more deep than visible and relates to our psychological self. Thus our responses and expressions are often equated with that of a beast or a bird. Or at times, some qualities are appreciated as superhuman which may also mean animal-like.

Right from prehistoric period to the more recent Mesopotamian statutes and Egyptian figurines, from Christian iconography to signs of falcons and felines on modern states’ national flags, man has been fascinated with his link to the animal world. This is evident in literature, music, dance, theatre and visual arts as well as in the field of sports.

Wardha Shabbir in her new work is exploring that bond between species which becomes a metaphor for man’s inner turmoil and hence transformation, like Gregor Samsa waking into a gigantic insect in The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. In her work, which one may describe as miniatures, immaculately-painted characters move between the thin threshold of human and animal realms. Like meeting an unknown entity, who looks familiar but cannot be fathomed fully, figures in Shabbir’s paintings have that mysterious element which makes them appear distant yet not so different from what we experience daily.

Intricately-rendered forms of peacock, rooster, wildcat and grasshopper are portrayed inside oval frames as if presenting pictures from some royal folio. Often, this blend brings a sense of morbidity and unease which the viewer somehow identifies with.

The combination of man and animal does not necessarily have a negative connotation because, on another level, Shabbir is seeking to trace the lost relationship between human beings and nature. In another work, she re-creates that memory, when man lived amid an environment that was a part of him and one that he was a component of.

Along with the paintings framed and put on the wall, the major and impressive section of her solo show is the installation in gallery space. Here Wardha has converted the floor of the gallery, originally made of ceramic tiles, into a bed of natural grass. The grass continues to overlap with one wall of the gallery, and it also covers the stairs, a table and two chairs. For a visitor, who is asked to take his shoes off and enter the gallery, stepping on the grass embedded on the freshly sliced layers of soil is an unusual experience. Unlike a usual gallery visit, it invokes a feeling of being in an open environment while standing under a built structure.

The sensation of outdoors is enhanced through stuffed ravens and crows and preserved butterflies arranged at various points. These are perched on edges of the chair, on top of the table, on the floor and stuck on the grass-covered wall. The stuffed birds and insects are almost related (conversely) to the act of coating chairs and table with grass because, if in the former, man is possessing nature through preserving it, in the latter nature is reclaiming man-made objects with its primordial elements (grass, earth and wood). The overall impact of the installation is like seeing a set where a strange or sinister drama is about to unfold; yet if one compares this setting with the imagery of her works on paper, one locates a close connection between the two. Actually, some portion of the background of her paintings, if materialised, are spread out in her installation.

This brings us to the dilemma — the need or rationale to have both kinds of works in the same exhibition, and whether one body of work (paintings on paper), instead of complimenting, is diffusing the impact of the other (installation). Because even though the two parts are linked in their subject matter, the disparity of forms and distance of formal approach are so wide and visible that it seems difficult to concentrate on both sides of her creative output together.

The installation, with its ambitious scale and excellent execution, appears more convincing and powerful than the works, which are still in the tradition of miniature painting, with the introduction of borders of immaculately-painted wilted roses, or digitally-printed patterns from historical miniatures and manuscripts. The fact that she has transformed the gallery, not only in its materiality but in its essence also, from a neatly-designed display space to a raw patch of land with death dominating the beauty of nature, is commendable and brings a change in the response of the audience.

One could speculate on the urge to modify and thus shock the viewer through this metamorphosis but art is all about transforming perceptions and shifting points of view which could concern the physical world, the optical experiences or the realm of ideas, beliefs and behaviours. Although the artist’s choice in putting crows with butterflies on top of their heads, or composing a dinner setting (plates, glass, cutlery and raw meat) looks too literal (like a miniature tree made with butterflies and tiny heads hanging on the edges of its branches), the dimension and expanse of her installation somehow overshadow these small details. Through this work, Wardha Shabbir evokes that faint and forgotten feeling of the past when man, animal and nature lived in harmony, a harmony that can only be found in art now!

(The exhibition ‘Many Metamorphoses’ will remain open from Aug 28 to Sept 8, 2012, at Rohtas 2, Lahore).

 

 

 

  Overload hits Hollywood

When Madonna implies ‘everyone wants to go to Hollywood’, I believe she means just that. It is a dream of many to be in the limelight of an industry what we may term as ‘centre of gravity’ of world media.

The world’s film capital welcomes Overload, a Pakistani band, to contribute on the largest screens of the world where they are to perform in an upcoming English political thriller ‘The Reluctant Fundamentalist’. Based on Mohsin Hamid’s novel the film is directed by Mira Nair and has already become a talking point in Pakistani and Indian circles.

The star cast includes Riz Ahmed, Kate Hudson, Liev Schreiber, Kiefer Sutherland, Om Puri and Shabana Azmi.

With Overload getting this big break, it might just pump life into the local music industry too.

Farhad Humayun, a drummer cum singer from Lahore and a graduate from National College of Arts (NCA), with his silly but optimistic song ‘Dhol Bajay Ga’, has now officially checked in Hollywood. In these times of intense crises in the country, this song is Overload’s way of saying, “the show must go on.”

Following are the excerpts of a chat with Farhad in which he talks about his big break, the song and his experiences.

The News on Sunday: How did you end up in this project and how do feel about it?

Farhad Humayun: Well they [the producers] said they wanted to use a different version of the song ‘Batti Aye Ya Na Aye Dhol Bajay Ga’. They made an offer to buy the rights to the music, melody and lyrics, and we accepted. I feel great that Pakistani music is getting attention. We have a distinct kind of emotion that we put in art and even our speech. The song was bound to get noticed

TNS: Will you be interested in doing music for the desi cinema?

FH: Overload is a band that doesn’t make music for the sake of it. The public has started to understand us as a serious band. Initially, we used to be only instrumental. Now we have incorporated vocals. It’s a new format we are following because we are at a different stage in our lives and musical career. Desi cinema is vocal. Now if there are opportunities there, we will be willing to explore.

TNS: The current pop/rock music scene in Pakistan has taken a nosedive, do you agree?

FH: Security hazards and law and order prevent shows. Music is a performing art that needs to be played to an audience. The government can not take care of the Sri Lankan cricketer or its own serving ministers; leave aside musicians and artists. They figure nowhere on the list.

Ninety five per cent of people in Pakistan think music is haraam and is the work of the evil. There’s no electricity in the country. It’s unbelievable that we’re still surviving.

This is a perfectly noble profession that is affected by such mismanagement just as any industry or small business. There aren’t any funding opportunities, music and culture isn’t on the government’s agenda.

There are organisations like the Alhamra and PNCA, which are infested with the most corrupt people in the government; they make it difficult for us to perform. Tax on music programmes is 65 percent. So it’s clear that the Shahbaz Sharif’s government wants us to stop playing music.

We used to have a World Performing Arts Festival in Lahore, even that had to close down due to bad security situation. Everything in the country is collapsing — it’s not just the music industry

TNS: How has the Coke Studio experience been?

FH: Awesome! It has provided musicians and the public something to look forward to each year. It is a living proof that music is in the soul of our people. Your rulers may suppress it but they cannot kill it.

I know there are more platforms like that coming up because there’s a huge demand. Overload has had a wonderful experience with CS and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed myself as a drummer.

TNS: Tell us about your future projects.

FH: I’m always making new music. I’ve directed a video called ‘Ankahi’ coming out on September 1. It’s going to be a historical video because it’s the legendary actor Nadeem’s first ever appearance in a band video. We are honoured. This is our biggest video to date with a cast of 63 characters. We’re also working on an album that will be out early next year.

 

 

 

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