Watched the movie Iqbal with Mridul last weekend at the Forum, Koramangala. And I urge everybody who can find time to have a look. It worth a one time watch, and reassures you that Nagesh Kukunoor still hasn't lost his touch of producing refreshing cinema. It tells you that maybe all the shying away from limelight and purposefully deglamorizing yourself from your Page 3 peers does in fact keep your vision unpolluted, and maybe helps in better film making. Way to go, Nagesh.
Just a fortnight ago, I had watched my hopes on Bollywood finally doling a good (read 1 year post-production , 6 month edited, 4 year hiatus worthy) product dissipate in thin air when I saw Mangal Pandey - The Rising. The only things I could take back from the film were Amisha Patel's long tresses and the awesome jugalbandi of Kailash Kher and Sukhwinder Singh on all the 3 renditions of "Mangal Mangal ho ". What do I say about Kailash, he is one of the top 10 in my list of people/ things to watch out for in the next year. (For more details, maybe some other blog post later). But the rest of the film was surprisingly passe. Aamir is expected to do that bit in his performance, but 'twas nothin special. A R Rahman DISAPPOINTED, Rani looked a misfit in the role and I think totally out of place in "Main Vari Vari". For the lovers of the "Queen" it might help comparing the song with Madhuri in "Kahe Chhede More" or Rekha in "In Aankhon ki" to put things in perspective.
I was also disappointed at unnessary bloating up of certain issues which the director found very important to portray in that light to try and bring the audience closer to the period of play. Bhang being drunk left-right and center, an English man fighting 100 men to rescue a Sati widow, a English lady viewing a Kaneez-sale where the seller tries to hoist up the skirt of a girl to show whether she is still ...
Overall a mediocre screenplay and non powerful characters for the main few actors of the film, giving it a sort of patched black and white look, as if the director is attempting to give the characters a mellow outlook as well as trying an instigate some kind of building of pent up patriotic emotions etc. For me, it was unsuccessful in both accounts. Another hilarious thing was that Tantiya Tope comes personally to request the services of a regiment in far away Berhampur, West Bengal, and pleads them to start the rebellion since they are the only ones capable of tackling the British might ! Ha ha ! The good factors though are an aim to establish the opium trade cycle, not much of a detour on the final happennings (except for the public hanging) and maybe yes, the performance of Toby Stephens playing Captain Gordon.
Anyways its a difficult ask to be close to "history" when even historians are unable to ascertain whether he was really our first freedom fighter or just a crazy guy who ran berserk and was elevated to a hero.
For an exact textual version of Mangal pandey's trial and the events, this one is good
http://www.chapatimystery.com/archives/univercity/the_trial_of_mangal_pandey_i.html
I would term Iqbal as an exact invert film to Mangal Pandey.Its not a masterpiece, you can view its flaws, but its a very refreshing film. Mangal Pandey was an attempt to glorify a hero, whereas Iqbal starts from commoner's poor background roots. The closeness of the film to fields and farmlands, a common village household and everyday life firmly establishes the setting.
Iqbal, the protagonist, is a deaf and mute, but never once does once Nagesh attempt to stir up the pity or the sympathy factor. He is the underdog, is a handicap, but that doesnt affect the flow much, he is scolded by his farmer father, as would any normal one to his lazy 18 year old, and since there is no different behavior in the whole film , and you actually end up forgetting that this guy is deaf and mute at some parts of the film.
Low budget films cant afford an year of editing, so there might be fallacies alright. They cant afford Symphony and London Orchestra celebrated Music Directors like AR Rahman, dishing 5 stellar songs.. but Iqbal was impressive on the music front too.. "Aashaayein" the theme song played throughout the movie was pretty good :) both me and Mridul loved the guitar strumming and KK's high pitched powerful voice rising in crescendo to the background chorus. Lovely song.
The most important aspect was its handling of a sports based theme. The story is about Iqbal, a small-village boy who for years wants to make it big in cricket, about his love and passion, and how inspite of all the shortcomings, facing adversaries and difficulties, he achieves his aim of securing a place in the Indian national side.I dont think apart from Aamir Mangal Bhuvan Khan, anybody had the guts yet to meddle with such a over obsessive and emotion packed subject to the Indian audience as cricket. 5 years ago I had heard Saurabh, my friend, calling me from outside the now defunct Liberty cinema in Delhi saying,
"The junta is dancing in the aisles man !! Each shot Bhuvan hits, the cinema goers are applauding and cheering as if Sachin has pulled Shoaib for a four in a Indo -Pak final. Lagaan is a sure hit! " ..
Nagesh Kukunoor's "Iqbal" doesnt stir up such emotions but tackles in right earnest the modern sport and its politics, and ofcourse in a sensitive way. You have a closer to life setting, and all the common problems that make sports only for people gifted enough to have some leisure time in India, but more importantly , it displays a perfect emotional setting, between a mother and her son, the sister and the brother, the coach and the student. All the relations have been handled with finesse. And augmented with expert performances for sure. Naseruddin Shah is wonderful, tho he didnt make for a good drunk.. :) , Shreyas Talpade is wonderful as Iqbal, most importantly has a lovely bowling action !! Girish Karnad is a usual masterly perfomer, but the best performance is Shweta Prasad (found the name from the internet) playing the school girl sister. This film is half Iqbal's and half hers, and she performs the role to such perfection.
Iqbal also delves into the power of dreams, the scenes of how the lad's mother and sister support him , about his haystack made enclosure where he hides his Sportstar cut cricket icons evoke good memories in any of us who have grown throughout our childhood playing the game everyday for hours and hours and hours.
While I know that this film wont be a huge hit since it doesnt have the good old 500 films and 600 adverts Shahenshah Amitabh Bachhan or the 45 year old college goer Rs 2000 perfume branded Shahrukh Baadshah Khan, its definitely a better movie than some of what these giants of the industry keep giving out for the Indian audiences to rave about and fill the coffers of the producers. If not much, the filmdefinitely caters to an audience that prefers watching realistic films, maybe makes you wonder aloud whether this is our Munaf Patel? or our Irfan Pathan?
Keep it up Nagesh.
On the personal side, its cricket there as well !! Both watching and playing.. I have been doing my 3-4 hour sessions of cricket with my colleagues every saturday and that has definitely helped reduce the side handles a bit !! For sure :)
And have been utterly overjoyed with Ashes.. ! 3 nail biting matches at Edgbaston, Old Trafford and Trent Bridge ! England at their very best battling a resurgent and resilient Aussies and leading 2-1 at this stage. Wouldnt miss the last one at the Oval for anything, who cares about the Ind-Zim-NZ tri series !
On the Indian front Sania goes into the 2nd round match today in the US open.. ! Not bad. ! What say?
And lastly for the Bangalore Boys ! Whenever you watch a movie at the Forum and have dinner plans, make sure you go to Grameen at the Raheja complex and book for your comfortable time, beforehand. Thankfully the manager honors 3 hour ahead reservations.
Whats more funny is the look on the crowd's faces who are waiting for say 1/2 to 1 hour to get a table and you just arrive at the scene , mutter your name and are ushered in immediately , a la - VIP !! Ha ha !! Have done this twice already !
Thats all for now ! Phew !!
Currently on the Jukebox --
"Urzu Urzu Durkut" - Yahaan - 2005
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Thursday, August 25, 2005
What 'Pujo' means to a Bengali - Vir Sanghvi's article
It's always hard to explain to somebody who does not live in Calcutta what it is about Puja that makes that period so magical.
Before I came to live in Calcutta in 1980, I was only dimly aware of the significance of Puja. I knew the boring facts and figures, of course. I knew what proportion of annual retail sales took place during the Puja period. I knew that the city shut down for the whole week. I knew that at ABP - where I was soon to work - telephone operators would, strangely enough, take the trouble of coming to work, only so that they could receive incoming calls, shout 'Pujo', and then hang up on irate out-of-town callers.
It's like Christmas, they told me. Imagine Christmas in New York: Puja means that to a Bengali. Others found more home-grown parallels. It's like Diwali in North India, they said. You know, the shopping, the parties, the festivities and all that stuff.
Actually, of course, it was nothing like Christmas; and certainly nothing like Diwali in North India.
Nothing, in fact, can prepare you for the magic of Puja in Calcutta.
To understand what it means, you have to be here.
As the years went on and as I went from Puja to Puja, I tried to work out why nobody could explain to outsiders what it was that made Puja so special. Why was that I failed as completely as everybody else in communicating the essence of Puja? Why did all the time-honoured comparisons not really ring true; with Dushera, Diwali, Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving and God alone knows what else?
The answer, I suspect - and after all these years, it is still a suspicion, I have no solutions - is that you can't understand Puja unless you understand Calcutta and unless you understand Bengalis.
But if you want a city with a soul: come to Calcutta.
When I look back on the years I've spent in Calcutta - and I come back so many times each year that I often feel I've never been away - I don't remember the things that people remember about cities. When I think of London, I think of the vast open spaces of Hyde Park. When I think of New York, I think of the frenzy of Times Square. When I think of Tokyo, I think of the bright lights of Shinjiku. And when I think of Paris, I think of the Champs Elysee.
But when I think of Calcutta, I never think of any one place. I don't focus on the greenery of the maidan, the beauty of the Victoria Memorial, the bustle of Burra Bazar or the splendour of the new Howrah 'Bridge'.
I think of people.Because, finally, a city is more than bricks and mortars, street lights and tarred roads.
A city is the sum of its people.
And who can ever forget - or replicate - the people of Calcutta?
When I first came to live here, I was told that the city would grow on me. What nobody told me was that the city would change my life.It was in Calcutta that I learnt about true warmth; about simple human decency; about love and friendship; about emotions and caring; about truth and honesty.
I learnt other things too. Coming from Bombay as I did, it was revelation to live in a city where people judged each other on the things that really mattered; where they recognized that being rich did not make you a better person - in fact, it might have the opposite effect.
I learnt also that if life is about more than just money, it is about the things that other cities ignore; about culture, about ideas, about art, and about passion.
In Bombay, a man with a relatively low income will salt some of it away for the day when he gets a stock market tip. In Calcutta, a man with exactly the same income will not know the difference between a debenture and a dividend. But he will spend his money on the things that matter. Each morning, he will read at least two newspapers and develop sharply etched views on the state of the world. Each evening, there will be fresh (ideally, fresh-water or river) fish on his table. His children will be encouraged to learn to dance or sing. His family will appreciate the power of poetry. And for him, religion and culture will be in inextricably bound together.
Ah religion!
Tell outsiders about the importance of Puja in Calcutta and they'll scoff. Don't be silly, they'll say. Puja is a religious festival. And Bengal has voted for the CPM since 1977. How can godless Bengal be so hung up on a religions festival?
I never know how to explain them that to a Bengali, religion consists of much more than shouting Jai Shri Ram or pulling down somebody's mosque. It has little to do with meaningless ritual or sinister political activity.
The essence of Puja is that all the passions of Bengal converge: emotion, culture, the love of life, the warmth of being together, the joy of celebration, the pride in artistic expression and yes, the cult of the goddess.
It may be about religion. But is not about much more than just worship.
In which other part of India would small, not particularly well-off localities, vie with each other to produce the best pandals? Where else could puja pandals go beyond religion to draw inspiration from everything else? In the years I lived in Calcutta, the pandals featured Amitabh Bachchan, Princes Diana and even Saddam Hussain!
Where else would children cry with the sheer emotional power of Dashimi, upset that the Goddess had left their homes? Where else would the whole city gooseflesh when the dhakis first begin to beat their drums? Which other Indian festival - in any part of the country - is so much about food, about going from one roadside stall to another, following your nose as it trails the smells of cooking?
To understand Puja, you must understand Calcutta. And to understand Calcutta, you must understand the Bengali.
It's not easy. Certainly, you can't do it till you come and live here, till you let Calcutta suffuse your being, invade your bloodstream and steal your soul.
But once you have, you'll love Calcutta forever. Wherever you go, a bit of Calcutta will go with you.
I know, because it's happened to me. And every Puja, I am overcome by the magic of Bengal. It's a feeling that'll never go away.
Before I came to live in Calcutta in 1980, I was only dimly aware of the significance of Puja. I knew the boring facts and figures, of course. I knew what proportion of annual retail sales took place during the Puja period. I knew that the city shut down for the whole week. I knew that at ABP - where I was soon to work - telephone operators would, strangely enough, take the trouble of coming to work, only so that they could receive incoming calls, shout 'Pujo', and then hang up on irate out-of-town callers.
It's like Christmas, they told me. Imagine Christmas in New York: Puja means that to a Bengali. Others found more home-grown parallels. It's like Diwali in North India, they said. You know, the shopping, the parties, the festivities and all that stuff.
Actually, of course, it was nothing like Christmas; and certainly nothing like Diwali in North India.
Nothing, in fact, can prepare you for the magic of Puja in Calcutta.
To understand what it means, you have to be here.
As the years went on and as I went from Puja to Puja, I tried to work out why nobody could explain to outsiders what it was that made Puja so special. Why was that I failed as completely as everybody else in communicating the essence of Puja? Why did all the time-honoured comparisons not really ring true; with Dushera, Diwali, Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving and God alone knows what else?
The answer, I suspect - and after all these years, it is still a suspicion, I have no solutions - is that you can't understand Puja unless you understand Calcutta and unless you understand Bengalis.
But if you want a city with a soul: come to Calcutta.
When I look back on the years I've spent in Calcutta - and I come back so many times each year that I often feel I've never been away - I don't remember the things that people remember about cities. When I think of London, I think of the vast open spaces of Hyde Park. When I think of New York, I think of the frenzy of Times Square. When I think of Tokyo, I think of the bright lights of Shinjiku. And when I think of Paris, I think of the Champs Elysee.
But when I think of Calcutta, I never think of any one place. I don't focus on the greenery of the maidan, the beauty of the Victoria Memorial, the bustle of Burra Bazar or the splendour of the new Howrah 'Bridge'.
I think of people.Because, finally, a city is more than bricks and mortars, street lights and tarred roads.
A city is the sum of its people.
And who can ever forget - or replicate - the people of Calcutta?
When I first came to live here, I was told that the city would grow on me. What nobody told me was that the city would change my life.It was in Calcutta that I learnt about true warmth; about simple human decency; about love and friendship; about emotions and caring; about truth and honesty.
I learnt other things too. Coming from Bombay as I did, it was revelation to live in a city where people judged each other on the things that really mattered; where they recognized that being rich did not make you a better person - in fact, it might have the opposite effect.
I learnt also that if life is about more than just money, it is about the things that other cities ignore; about culture, about ideas, about art, and about passion.
In Bombay, a man with a relatively low income will salt some of it away for the day when he gets a stock market tip. In Calcutta, a man with exactly the same income will not know the difference between a debenture and a dividend. But he will spend his money on the things that matter. Each morning, he will read at least two newspapers and develop sharply etched views on the state of the world. Each evening, there will be fresh (ideally, fresh-water or river) fish on his table. His children will be encouraged to learn to dance or sing. His family will appreciate the power of poetry. And for him, religion and culture will be in inextricably bound together.
Ah religion!
Tell outsiders about the importance of Puja in Calcutta and they'll scoff. Don't be silly, they'll say. Puja is a religious festival. And Bengal has voted for the CPM since 1977. How can godless Bengal be so hung up on a religions festival?
I never know how to explain them that to a Bengali, religion consists of much more than shouting Jai Shri Ram or pulling down somebody's mosque. It has little to do with meaningless ritual or sinister political activity.
The essence of Puja is that all the passions of Bengal converge: emotion, culture, the love of life, the warmth of being together, the joy of celebration, the pride in artistic expression and yes, the cult of the goddess.
It may be about religion. But is not about much more than just worship.
In which other part of India would small, not particularly well-off localities, vie with each other to produce the best pandals? Where else could puja pandals go beyond religion to draw inspiration from everything else? In the years I lived in Calcutta, the pandals featured Amitabh Bachchan, Princes Diana and even Saddam Hussain!
Where else would children cry with the sheer emotional power of Dashimi, upset that the Goddess had left their homes? Where else would the whole city gooseflesh when the dhakis first begin to beat their drums? Which other Indian festival - in any part of the country - is so much about food, about going from one roadside stall to another, following your nose as it trails the smells of cooking?
To understand Puja, you must understand Calcutta. And to understand Calcutta, you must understand the Bengali.
It's not easy. Certainly, you can't do it till you come and live here, till you let Calcutta suffuse your being, invade your bloodstream and steal your soul.
But once you have, you'll love Calcutta forever. Wherever you go, a bit of Calcutta will go with you.
I know, because it's happened to me. And every Puja, I am overcome by the magic of Bengal. It's a feeling that'll never go away.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Suchana !
SUCHANA
Agar aap bus, train, plane ya kahin se bhi aa - jaa rahe hon aur kisi
mahila/ladki ke hath mein phool, dhaga, chain ya chamakti hue koi bhi vastu
dekhein to turant wahan se bhag jayein.
Ye vastu RAKHI ho sakti hai. Apki zara
si laaparwahi apko BHAI bana sakti hai.
Bharat Sarkar dwara purush hith me Jaari.
:) Wish you all a very Happy Rakshabandhan !
Monday, August 15, 2005
Happy Independence Day Folks !!
Wish all of you a very happy Indian Independence day! Hope we all keep the spirit alive, as it has been all these 58 years.
Once while in 8th standard, I had received a huge poster just before 15th August which contained the English translations of our National Anthem and the National Song written vertically, alongside each other. The publishers were some national society and a copy had been put up in one of our classroom walls. I had been amazed at how beautifully the wordings had been translated, and it had been a re-realization then on how strong emotions even the English wordings stir in you once you read them. Maybe some years later, I got to know of the translator, and it reassured me that it took the genius of Shri Aurobindo to translate the most two important poems of our nations struggle into such beautiful poetry.
I present one before you. The first stanza of vande Mataram, by Bankim Chandra Chatterjee, which has the status of being our national song. Its from the irrepressible Anandamath, first published in 1882.
Vande Mataram !
I bow to thee, Mother ! (Vande Mataram)
Richly-watered, Richly-fruited , (Sujalam, Suphalam)
Cool with the winds of the south, (Malayaja Sheetalam)
Dark with the crops of harvests, (ShasyaShyamalam)
The Mother ! (Mataram !)
Her nights rejoicing in the glory of the moonlight (Subhrajyotsnam, Pulakitayaminim!)
Her lands clothed beautifully, (Fullakusumita Drumadala Shobhinim.)
with her trees in flowering bloom
Sweet of laughter, Sweet of speech (Suhasinim, Sumadhura Bhashinim)
Giver of boons, Giver of bliss. (Sukhadam, varadam )
The Mother ! (Mataram !)
Wish you all a very Happy Independence Day !!
Once while in 8th standard, I had received a huge poster just before 15th August which contained the English translations of our National Anthem and the National Song written vertically, alongside each other. The publishers were some national society and a copy had been put up in one of our classroom walls. I had been amazed at how beautifully the wordings had been translated, and it had been a re-realization then on how strong emotions even the English wordings stir in you once you read them. Maybe some years later, I got to know of the translator, and it reassured me that it took the genius of Shri Aurobindo to translate the most two important poems of our nations struggle into such beautiful poetry.
I present one before you. The first stanza of vande Mataram, by Bankim Chandra Chatterjee, which has the status of being our national song. Its from the irrepressible Anandamath, first published in 1882.
Vande Mataram !
I bow to thee, Mother ! (Vande Mataram)
Richly-watered, Richly-fruited , (Sujalam, Suphalam)
Cool with the winds of the south, (Malayaja Sheetalam)
Dark with the crops of harvests, (ShasyaShyamalam)
The Mother ! (Mataram !)
Her nights rejoicing in the glory of the moonlight (Subhrajyotsnam, Pulakitayaminim!)
Her lands clothed beautifully, (Fullakusumita Drumadala Shobhinim.)
with her trees in flowering bloom
Sweet of laughter, Sweet of speech (Suhasinim, Sumadhura Bhashinim)
Giver of boons, Giver of bliss. (Sukhadam, varadam )
The Mother ! (Mataram !)
Wish you all a very Happy Independence Day !!
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Whats in store for the city - Bangalore's Comprehensive Development Plan Part 1
Here is what is planned ... by the government, the corporate think-tank and the elite for Bangalore in the near far future.
If they achieve what they plan.. it will make Bangalore at par if not better than any of the Metros of this country....
1. GIS-based property tax system in 2006 ( The new one I am happy about)
The new property tax system that is supposed to see a revenue jump of 50 percent for the State Across 57 urban local bodies (ULBs) and including seven City Municipal Councils (CMCs) and one Town Municipal Council (TMC) of Bangalore, this hitech and first-of-its-kind system in the country will be operational by December, and will be adopted for tax collection in all of Karnataka shortly.
The software for GIS is to provided by Infosys, free of cost.
What the project promises…
a. To gather authentic information for use in collection of property tax Create a map-linked database to enable systematic urban area management
b. Create a basic database that would be useful for planning the growth of urban areas Create an interface with the public to help them access information
c. Ensure availability of data for all Government Departments Create base maps of the city, incorporating all properties and roads
2. The Blue Elephant -> The Bangalore Devanahalli International Airport
The city already accounts for the third largest international flights in India after Mumbai and Delhi. Each company in the IT or the ITES sector has a high amount of foreign delegates visiting the city round the year. I recently met an American employed with Siemens who had been to to Bangalore 19 times since 2002. Equally strong are the Non -It sectors of Pharma, Banking and telecom. While there are more tourists on a visit, there are also more and Business visas for the Indian doing his quarterly trip .
The best news for this is that work on the proposed international airport at Devanahalli has FINALLY taken off after all the tree planting and the bricklaying ceremonies and it will be operational in three years. (Yeah yeah , we will see about a that) ..
Salient Features?
* Its 29 km away from Bangalore, but close to the Hyderabad highway (NH 7?)
* Initally planned to 5 million passengers per annum traffic . Ultimate capacity : 40 million !
* A 4km runway designed to land a Boeing 747.
* 20 aircraft accomodation on the Tarmac
* The Build-Own-Operate-Transfer scheme and Public Private Participation
* Expansion capability
* Infrastructural Support? a Couple of flyovers and elevated roads planned. A shuttle service to the city.. Not bad.
* What did the Government do?
If they achieve what they plan.. it will make Bangalore at par if not better than any of the Metros of this country....
1. GIS-based property tax system in 2006 ( The new one I am happy about)
The new property tax system that is supposed to see a revenue jump of 50 percent for the State Across 57 urban local bodies (ULBs) and including seven City Municipal Councils (CMCs) and one Town Municipal Council (TMC) of Bangalore, this hitech and first-of-its-kind system in the country will be operational by December, and will be adopted for tax collection in all of Karnataka shortly.
The software for GIS is to provided by Infosys, free of cost.
What the project promises…
a. To gather authentic information for use in collection of property tax Create a map-linked database to enable systematic urban area management
b. Create a basic database that would be useful for planning the growth of urban areas Create an interface with the public to help them access information
c. Ensure availability of data for all Government Departments Create base maps of the city, incorporating all properties and roads
2. The Blue Elephant -> The Bangalore Devanahalli International Airport
The city already accounts for the third largest international flights in India after Mumbai and Delhi. Each company in the IT or the ITES sector has a high amount of foreign delegates visiting the city round the year. I recently met an American employed with Siemens who had been to to Bangalore 19 times since 2002. Equally strong are the Non -It sectors of Pharma, Banking and telecom. While there are more tourists on a visit, there are also more and Business visas for the Indian doing his quarterly trip .
The best news for this is that work on the proposed international airport at Devanahalli has FINALLY taken off after all the tree planting and the bricklaying ceremonies and it will be operational in three years. (Yeah yeah , we will see about a that) ..
Salient Features?
* Its 29 km away from Bangalore, but close to the Hyderabad highway (NH 7?)
* Initally planned to 5 million passengers per annum traffic . Ultimate capacity : 40 million !
* A 4km runway designed to land a Boeing 747.
* 20 aircraft accomodation on the Tarmac
* The Build-Own-Operate-Transfer scheme and Public Private Participation
The Karnataka Government, through the Karnataka State Industrial Investment and Development Corporation (KSIIDC) and Airport Authority of India (AAI) together will hold 26 percent of the equity. To sum it up, the airport is a joint venture between Siemens Project Ventures (40 percent), Larsen and Toubro (17 percent), Zurich Airport (17 percent), Karnataka Government (13 percent), and the Centre (13 percent).The State Government has agreed to grant concessions to the* Terminal Building with an air-conditioned built-up area of 55,850 square metres with all modern facilities
Bangalore International Airport Ltd (BIAL), the company that is to execute the
project. It is a consortium of the Government of Karnataka, Airports Authority
of India, Siemens, and Zurich Airport, to design, develop, finance, construct,
commission, maintain, operate and manage the airport. The Karnataka Government
is providing 4,300 acres of land for the airport.
* Expansion capability
* Infrastructural Support? a Couple of flyovers and elevated roads planned. A shuttle service to the city.. Not bad.
* What did the Government do?
Its also reponsible for the planned infrastructure development around the airportThe concession agreement for land and support from the State and Central
Governments was finalised after numerous meetings between the ministries of
Civil Aviation, Law & Justice, Finance, and the BIAL.The agreement also contains the rights and obligations of the Central and State Governments, and the BIAL on operation and maintenance standards including monitoring, airport charges, provision of reserved activities like customs, immigration, security, liabilities and indemnities, and resolution mechanism for
disputes.
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