From Stars to Synths: How AI is Redefining Cinema and Challenging Bollywood’s Icons

Most of the world has heard of Tilly Norwood. Here she is at the premier of her first film.

Except that Tilly is completely AI created. In a year you will see her in a new OTT series. Traditional Hollywood Agencies are vying to sign her. And of course there is a lot of angst in the Acting Community .. as you would expect. So what is going to happen to Bollywood ?

That depends a lot on stars themselves. The more expensive and exclusive they make themselves, the more the film makers will look for AI alternatives. BTW many of the ‘Influencers’ you see on your social media today are not human .. they are AI created ..

So what is the reality ? I am making my sequel to Masoom now .. but AI cannot capture the complexity of expressions of Shabana Azmi and Naseeruddin Shah. Not yet anyway

Yet when we see (say) a Marvel or a Bollywood action film the expressions are rather limited .. fear, aggression. Sexy dance, anger etc .. and the accent is much on costumes.. you can, for example, change the actor, but cannot change Batman or Superman’s costume .. right ?

So that’s AI first target .. action films .. and dance sequences and scale ! Yes .. it’s so easy to create scale with AI!

Forget what you just saw saw on AI ..Mahabharat .. that’s just first generation. It’s like the ‘dial up’ Internet days.. some of the stuff I am seeing now is ..pardon the expression..

Mind Blowing .. thoughts ?

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Recapturing the Joy: Rediscovering the Magic of Filmmaking with Masoom – The Next Generation

Those beautiful happy days when I was directing Masoom. Making that film was such a joy. For everyone. And that joy can still be seen in the film, even though it’s so long ago.


That why today, all these years later, I cannot go anywhere without people coming to me and talking to me about Masoom. Most of them so young that they were not even born when the film released. They’ve seen it on TV / YouTube/ etc ..

Now as I am heading to make Masoom – the next generation, I really want to recapture that sense of joy of film making .. but I worry ..

I’ve just come back from an extensive trip in Mumbai and all my film maker friends speak of film making as a ‘task’ .. not as something joyful.

Most talk about ‘interference’ from funding sources. I find that really surprising.

Masoom was my first film. I had not assisted anyone, nor even read a book on film making .. I just wanted to tell a story, and told it as best as I could .. and as simply as I could ..

And as honestly as I could ..

Is it true that words like simplicity, joy, honesty , story telling has gone out of films in Mumbai ? Have the new systems of funding created a system that is anti-creative .. a system of interference by those that have come from (for example) MBA and management backgrounds .. ?

.. by those that forget that true creativity comes from intuition. From Instinct. From a sense of individuality.. with large dollops of humility ..

Well.. I am about to find out , aren’t I? Hopefully Masoom – the next generation, will be made with the same sense of joy you see in the picture above ..

The Spirit of Lars Muller: A Swiss Village Haunting in Corripo

Corripo is the smallest village in Switzerland. There is just one Inn there. Called the Lars Muller. Folklore has it that if you meet the spirit of Lars Muller at night, beware the Avalanche.

For it was on his wedding night when the first Avalanche hit ..


Lars scrambled out of bed to join the rescuers. Maja begged him not to go, but Lars was the best mountaineer in the village. He had to go ..

‘We’ll be together forever’ promised Lars ..

.. as he hugged Maja. But Lars never came back. Nor was his body ever found.

Time passed.

Maja remarried, gave birth to son, Hans. . She worried about Hans, now 10 years old. He too was obsessed by the mountains. Like once Lars was . Even found old mountain boots that once belonged to Lars, and kept trying to fit into them. Maja’s husband didn’t mind. After all, Lars was a legend in the village.

Then the second Avalanche hit.

Maja screamed at her son, not to go. But her last glimpse of Hans was him running into the snow storm to join the rescue team. Just like her last image of Lars..

Hans! Hans!

Maja screamed as she and others desperately searched for Hans the next day. For he was not among the rescue team that returned. They had lost him.

‘I’m here’! They heard a shout in the distance ..

They found a desperate Hans frantically digging into the snow. And Meja gasped. For there was Lars’s body. His face perfectly preserved by the ice, looking as handsome as he did in their wedding night years ago ..

But what happened next startled Meja even more. For her 10 year old son Hans, hugged her, and said,

‘I promised you we’ll be together, forever’..

It was an adult Lars’s voice .. ###

What a wonderful folk tale I thought as I walked out into the cold night to get a breath of fresh air and a cigarette.

My matches were soggy and would not work. A man walked up to help. As his match struck I saw his face. It seemed familiar..

‘Hello’ He said in a sort of faraway voice

’I’m Hans Muller’

Suddenly In the distance I heard the roar of the coming of an Avalanche.

The Tulip and the Trillion: Rethinking Value in the Age of AI

Remember Tulip Fever ? When Tulip Bulbs became a form of currency. And a representation of Value .. Where a single rare Tulip bulb could buy you a grand house on Amsterdam’s Grand Canal .. considered at that time one of the most expensive Real Estate in Europe ..

Tulip & AI

Till the crash happened, and fortunes were lost ..

That was in 1637, and was the first valuation bubble to burst in recorded history ..

We are surrounded by conversations today of the impending great AI valuation bubble. Where ‘valuations’ are now measured in trillions of dollars.

Hang on .. AI is the most democratic technology to hit us. It will multiply human potential at a pace never imagined .. And I have argued that the real rise of AI will come from where it is most needed .. from the bottom of the socio economic pyramid ..

But valuations are another story. For that’s what valuations are .. a story .. a myth that is perpetuated by those who stand to benefit from it .. by those that benefited once in 1637 from the value of Tulips.

And if indeed we must believe in the ‘valuation’ of trillions of dollars .. then we have to accept that ‘money’ as a commodity is losing value .. and perhaps is no longer a valid measure of real ‘value’ ..

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Artificial Intelligence and Randomness

On a plane thinking of the future of AI .. Artificial Intelligence. What is AI? Machine learning ? If that’s all it is, then we are surrounded by AI. All of Google is one huge AI machine. It can deduce from Data that I put in what I might like .. what I might buy. It can deduce what I might do or want from what I tend do or want over time. Then mirror it against where I live, my age, my ethnic background and over time learn what I tend to do. What are my tendencies.

But that’s the difference. It can only predict my tendencies. But I pride myself in being individual. And if I am, then I can, if I chose to be, be completely random. Act completely randomly. But there is no computer that has the ability to predict randomness. Or be random

For all computers are built on linearity. Even billions of codes, trillions of them, cannot be random. Or predict randomness. Not unless I am so random so often that a computer will be able to predict my tendency to be random.

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A victim of Education

Looking back at my life, I was a victim of education. And I rebelled. And came outside the education system to create for myself an environment in which I could explore who I am in what I do.

I rebelled against what I call the “do duni chaar” education system.

True creative endeavour in any field comes out of creating an environment in which you discover yourself in what you do. And for that you need a right brain/left brain combination. In the future the students with the maximum potential and therefore maximum contribution to society will be the ones that are not subdued by a system which forces them to live in silo’s of imposed specialisation.

Nothing destroys creativity more than that. The specialisation must come out of a ‘silo-less’ education system..

Which in turn must translate into the way we organise our work places. Our organisations.

The defined line between where education ends and work life begins must become much more fuzzy. .. the sudden need to squeeze yourself into a defined silo in your work place will lead to frustration and huge attrition within organisations. And lets face it .. the Indian Corporate sector and Non corporate sector both, barring few, is still pretty feudal.

How do we teach our students to rebel against what is, in search of what might be? For that is a fundamental driver of creativity. And then how do we continue to give these students the same latitude as they join Organisations, so that they are able to create a greater and a more creative society in their work/play life ?.

Economic Growth as defined now often is not the best term to look at our future .. I see the future as a growth in Creative Cultures that in turn lead to economic and inclusive growth.

That’s what technology and the digital world is enabling us to do now ..

Gandhiji or Mahatma Gandhi ?

So what does Gandhi mean to the world, to India and specially to us, who are born in India and brought up to almost worship him. We tagged him with the prefix ‘Mahatma’ with has mythic and religious symbolism.

And there lies the problem. We have such a wonderful way to consign a life to a figure to be worshipped on the mantle piece and thereby distancing ourselves from him . No longer do we feel the pangs of guilt of not being able to imbibe values of another human being simply because, after all,  he/she are no longer human beings but Gods to be worshipped, aren’t they ?

After all, just think of the massive corrupt deals being made in rooms and offices where a huge picture of Gandhiji hangs from the wall.

I have struggled a lot to distance myself from the word Mahatma. Not easy when the greatest heroes in my eductaion system were Bapuji and Chacha Nehru.  I have got over Chacha Nehru as I have grown up. Recognizing the incongruity of Panchsheel and Bandung Conference by studying the dictatorial lives of his comrades like Sukarno of Indonesia and Nasser of Egypt. And wondered on what basis Nehru chose his non – aligned friends.

The more I learn about the Partition of India, the more I realize that Chacha Nehru too, was as complicit in that horrendous event as was Jinnah. It was after all, the battle to be the first Prime Minister of India that laid the tragedy of partition at the feet of personal ambition.  The huge public sector projects that ultimately were doomed to be hot beds of inefficiency and corruption. The tragedy of the War with China that Chacha Nehru refused to face up to, despite repeated warnings form his military chiefs. Refusing to believe that his charisma and diplomatic skills were not enough to prevent China from dealing a devastating blow to India’s ill equipped armed forces at the cost of thousand of lives.  Of soldiers sent directly to battle to a terrain and weather that would need months of training to exist in.

So many soldiers just froze to death in their bunkers.

Yet Chacha Nehru did have vision. And used the force of his personality to get his way.  He did see India in its modern traditions long before anyone else did.  He did foresee the need for education and formed the IIT’s that gave rise to the beginnings of pride in being Indian in the modern world and made the world suddenly wake up to modern India.  India and the world saw Nehru as India, and India as Nehru.

The problem was Chacha Nehru too, saw Nehru as India and India as Nehru.  Something his daughter inherited to devastating effect.

It has been less easy for me to drop the mantle of hero worshipping Gandhiji. Yes there are rumors of him sleeping naked with his nieces to prove himself celibate, Stories I think are exaggerations. Yes he was a mule of man. Obstinate to a fault. Like all men like him, including Nelson Mandela, who’s obstinacy destroyed their immediate family.

Yet it was this obstinacy that that brought the British down to their knees. Of course the British were wounded and limping after the war and could no longer hold on to a huge colony like India if it rebelled. But Gandhi used yet unknown tools of political warfare to ferment one of the most famous freedom struggles in the world.

It is said that no one understood the roots of India more than Gandhi.  That’s absolutely true. But no one understood the roots of the great British Empire and world politics more than Gandhi. I will never forget the picture of Gandhi entering the British Parliament in his white Dhoti in a sea of black suits and very British dresses. Being applauded by the very people he was causing Indians to rebel against.

Gandhi has the sharpest political mind of the modern history because he understood the value of myth. He created a mythology that was Gandhi in the world of politics that was mysterious, unfathomable and unshakable. In his own lifetime. That in itself was amazing.

To Indians he created a figure that came right out of the roots of India’s culture. The worship of sacrifice. Of ‘Tyag’. He became the epitome of ‘Tyag’, the giving up of all worldly addictions, material or personal. Whether he deliberately created himself into that myth, or he deeply believed in those values will always be a mystery. Thats what Myths are.

Yes. Gandhi was once a bit of a Anglophile. You can tell by the way he dressed before he gave up Western clothes. He aspired to be at the bar at London. You can tell by the way he wrote his letters, even signing himself off as ‘your sincere friend’ to Hitler!  I will never work out why he did that.

Yes there is a really amazing picture of a very young Gandhi, proudly posing in the clothes of a British soldier as he serves in the British army in the medical corps during the Boer War. Yes, it is possible that the Gandhi the world knows was born of a personal feeling of insult and humiliation by the British in South Africa, that ultimately led to a wider national and international perspective. But that’s the story of all great revolutionaries and freedom fighters.

But try as hard as I can I cannot easily shake of Gandhiji as one the greatest human beings that lived in the 20th century. And a man (not the picture on the mantlepiece) that needs to be studied, understood and learnt from. His perspective and knowledge on India economics are now abundantly clear to us from the mistakes we have made in the last 65 years. Gandhiji always insisted that true India lived in its villages and that economic prosperity and wealth should grow from grass roots by encouraging enterprise and innovation in those grass roots levels.

And today, almost seven decades after independence,  as India struggles to come to terms with its vast inequalities and the world writes reams of books on ‘bottom of the pyramid’ and economic planners struggle with how to encompass a billion people into the new economic order, it will be well worth today, the day of Gandiji’s birth, or Gandhiji Jayanti, to stand up and say :

Gandhiji warned us so.

 

The Unexpressed Inner Child ..

It’s late at night.

I should sleep. But there are days where even as a director you are completely involved more in mundane administrative stuff. Nothing has emerged from you today that is deeply honest. Deeply creative. Because everything that even tries to arise from within you, immediately hits a wall of judgment. Is it good ? Is it bad? And in this exhausting conversation with doubt, judgment gets the better of instinct. And like a child that has been told off for being naughty, instinct quietly retreats into a corner and sulks. Judgment, like a school master bloated with prejudice, wins again. Doubt rules triumphant. Once again it has caged you in its claws. Once again you are consigned to being mundane. To being normal.

Once again you have been unable to express your inner voice.

Do this too often and you will stop hearing the screams of anguish from your inner child. Beware though. If that child looses its innocence. It will turn from pure creative instinct into pure anger. And then even Doubt will not be able to withstand it’s venting. Beware the demonic quality of the unexpressed inner child.

I am a Hindu

I am Hindu, and very proud to be one .. but I have often wrestled with that question. What does it mean to be a Hindu?

 I have spoken to some of the best minds, the most spiritual minds.  I have journeyed to many places in my quest. and I have to come to believe that the best way to describe Hinduism is to say what it is not. For how do you describe a ‘teaching’ that encompasses all possibilities and all of eternity, refusing to describe the infinite in finite terms ? That describes all of life and all thought as both illusion and reality at the same time ? There is no science , no thought, no possibility that Hindu thought does not embrace ? So there is only one way to describe Hinduism for me – although it may mean many things to other people – is that Hinduism is a search, a yearning, to find that which is infinite within ones own self, a yearning to experience that which is Eternal…


…So what is Hinduism not ? It is not centralized, it not an organization, it is not political. It can never be. For every time there has been an attempt to organize Hinduism as a political force, it becomes by nature a finite structured force that bears no relationship to the idea for a search for the infinite.
So to those people that ask why we cannot declare India a Hindu state I ask them to understand and trace back to what a Hindu state is ? And they will soon realize they are looking for an identity. And the very basis of Hinduism negates the idea of identity. For it is a search for ourselves beyond that which is called ‘Identity’.

Which begs the question, why we cannot accept our identity as just Indian ?