Friday, December 20, 2013

Conjuring - review

It always beats me to wonder why people like to get scared?!!! Why is that people knowingly go for rides in the name of adventure and thrill? Is there a definitive line between thrill and scary? Is it just the adrenaline rush or the false sense of bravado that their heart can withstand sudden surges of beat, with blood rushing through their body, sending a cold chill up everywhere? Where not the very same people spend the rest of their lives in search for peace and calm and happiness? Is it the one of scenario where they want to taste the other side? If its one off case, I cannot understand the presence of thriving innumerable thrill parks and blockbuster scary movies.

Horror has been a successful genre in itself and has often tested the darker side of human psyche. Even atheists who deny god, bound to get scared of ghosts, which I guess is totally oxymoronic. For those who deny existence of positivity, how can they allow negativity to scare them?? Horror movies of the past where more of skin fest with scantily clad heroines, drenched in rain/mud/blood/gore (not necessarily in same order) getting thrashed around by ghosts, only to outlast(??) them in the end for a end credits liplock with the hero. Samayathula ithuku antha peiye paravalangara mathirithaan heroes irupaanga. Athennanu puriala. All pei pada heroines look good. But never the hero. Pen endraal peiyum iranganumngarathuku reason ithaano??

Off late or probably since "Paranormal activity" became a hit, horror movies have been more brainy and grainy. Meaning- the pei's have become more brainier. They don't get tamed just by reading bible and throwing holy water alone. Nor do they listen to all kinds of chakrams on colourful and complex rangoli kolams with jadaa mudi tantriks mouthing god knows which manthram. And the scenes in movies. that which are usually accompanied by leading music of screeching violins which used to give a headsup about the arrival of pei's have also undergone a change. Its the other way round now. All silent when the ghost makes an appearance and the sudden rise in tempo will surely send the blood pressure rates sky high.

Moonu para aadicihi innum kathai pathi solalaiyengareengala. Avvvvvvvvvv. I had been warned by many about this movie. And oru throgi even wanted to watch it on theatre. Have never been a big fan of pei padams for I hate to get scared. I watch movies very closely and for this very reason I avoid such horror thriller flicks on theatre. It really scares the wit out of me and mind keeps visiting the scenes again. So was waiting for a decent print of the movie and saw it few days back. I was down with fever the very next day, which I believe was not because of the movie, with due credit to that irritating kezham who kept sneezing behind me while standing on jam packed queue in Meeanakshi temple. The movie is so scary that, I may never clap again. My friend claims, ever since she saw the movie, walk in cupboards have begun to haunt her. Pei makes appearance pretty late into the movie and after the initial tease of a show, it makes its full fledged presence felt towards the last 45 minutes. Eppaa saaami!!! You can easily say its the "Exorcist" of our times.

I was watching it on mute and for majority of the scenes was watching with ora kanna and still got stunned. Imagine the same on theatre!!!

Gils verdict - Must watch for horror movie lovers.

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Kalyana samayal saadham - review

A bold topic. That would be an universal opinion of whoever watches this movie I guess. That its the third movie on trot that I've seen which is heroine oriented to a major extent is another interesting aspect about it. The theme was very English/Hollywoodish and probably could be remade in English as a very decent addition to the American Pie series. The hero discovers he has ED problem while trying to do "thappu" with heroine before marriage. What follows next are series of howlarious attempts by the hero and his gang of well wishers (that includes his mamanaar as well!!) to get his problem fixed. Forget about double meaning dialogues and double entendres. Inga ellamay direct meaning thaan. Stand up comedy couldn't have been taken more wittier, literally :D The way the hero stands up (sic) for heroine in getting the wedding venue shifted is a witty twist and cute. The way she takes up the issue lightly is too filmy for the chemistry or the love between the lead pair is not deeply established. Forget about the heroine accepting the hero for his issue, that the FIL not only accepts it but goes on to help him is something which is not believable at all. Same goes for near the climax beach wedding. Doesn't gel with the rest of the movie. "Mella sirithaai" song is brilliantly picturised with cute and apt Facebook lingo. Slowly and surely Kollywood is waking up to the aspect of promoting their pictures. Still miles to go compared to Bollywood. But its surely on the rise. I believe the recent, Raja Rani, movie scored mainly because of the way it was marketed and promoted.
Overall a very short movie. Could've been sweeter and more funnier and dialogues could've been helped with bit more depth in them.

Gils verdict: One time watch. Wait for it go live on Vijay TV this Christmas.

Monday, December 16, 2013

Concert concern

I just said one comment, that I felt  Carnatic singers are bit tedious on the ears because they keep repeating the same lines of the lyrics while instrumental for the same song is bit easy to latch on. And that innocuous comment took the same form on FB and thus began the grand debate. (Just hyping up a mokka conv thread :D ..achucho..mokkanu summa sonenga...kochikaporaanga)
There was a view point that Carnatic music is elitist and people were really onto that subject. That set me wondering, forget about it being elitist or not, I frankly don't understand what that word means. The point that people where shadow boxing around, I felt was, that it was casteist. More often than not, its a topic which people generally avoid either to avoid hurting the other person's sentiment or frankly they simply don't care about it. But its the party that gets hurt takes up cudgels to defend. Take this topic itself.

Honestly I've always felt, unknowingly though, that Carnatic music means devotional songs and since the Sanskrit and telugu versions always sung in praise of the hindu deities. Is there any Christian or muslim songs in Sanskrit or telgu with Carnatic music as theme?? to my non existent knowledge on this subject, I couldn't think of any. I felt in that thread there was a basic mismatch between Carnatic music and Carnatic songs. Songs depend on the language of the lyricist. Whereas the tune is independent. The same tune can be used to play tamil songs or even English and thousands of movie hits have their base set on some Carnatic raga or other. The problem of it being elitist is more specific to the kutcheris, which invariably is based on telugu songs probably some Sanskrit and lot of tamil keertanais as well. People use the lack of knowledge of these languages as a tool to criticise those who are crazy over those songs. If you can accept "Makkayala maakkayala" and "Omazhaziya" as tamil song lyrics, guess its high time the naysayers of kutcheris call themselves hypocrites. Infact, now that I started to think on this topic, majority of the music directors are not Brahmins. Be it IR, ARR, Deva or any famous or big time musician, none of them are from this caste. Yet that didn't stop them from learning the ragas and making wonderful tunes out of them.

Coming back to the core point of it being casteist rather elitist. I would say I go with the former. Invariably, I've seen only Brahmins taking up this form of music. Maybe the reason could be the lyrics which they are more familiar with, since majority of them are prayer songs on their households. Even if there are people from other caste or religion who are famous on this line of music, I think they are exceptions and not rules. Probably Hindustani has a bigger reach than its southern cousin for its in hindi(??therilapa..thappuna mannichu) and with lot of sufi influence(??) and is more acceptable to a larger audience with the language barrier being minimal. People who say they like ghazals more than Carnatic just because its "elitist", with no knowledge of both hindi or telugu, I really wonder how honest they are with themselves. If art is seen as something to enjoy and learn and perform, you wouldn't notice whether its a carol or keerthanai or ghazal. As for non-Brahmins not taking to tis form of music I personally feel its more related to the songs rather than the art form itself. Carnatic music needs to differentiate itself from Carnatic songs if it needs a bigger reach, I feel. Again the purists might say the art should be accepted as for what it is and not tampered with. But if you look at our heritage and culture, historically, our art forms have been linked with religion and little wonder people from other side of the great divide feel over awed and the memories of bad old days of caste driven problems doesn't help either.

I like to listen to all kinds of music. But when Backstreet Boys got "dubbed" by Deva into his movie songs, I liked it even more. It maybe too much to ask for centuries old traditional music to bend itself to suit a layman's taste like mine. But if the audience need to increase beyond the occasional NRI's the present form needs to redefine itself is my humble opinion. Obviously it will grow and extend into new horizons and who knows, there might be a super Carnatic singer show in the making soon.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Irandaam Ulagam

One of the most awaited movie of the year, with the trailer raising the expectation manifold, starting comparisons to Avatar and music of Harris who as usual remixes his own hit tunes movie after movie had already ensured good songs. The movie had been in the making for so long with different set of cast being considered and discarded every now then with the notable ones including Danush and Andrea. The title itself carried a charm and considering the Selva's penchant for love stories, the expectations went further up. No wonder the movie crash landed.

I always dream about multi-verses. Ever since I read Carl Sagan's CONTACT, it has remained my all time favourite novel. The concept of someone similar to me rather same as me being out there on another universe, going through similar situations as mine and dealing with them all to differently makes it a heady feeling to imagine and as I mentioned in several other posts, time travel is something I really really wish for :) To go back and forth in time would be an amazing feeling.

Having said all this, the movie is an utter waste. Any can argue for the director but, the fact of the matter is still the same. Its a wonderful story and might've made it to the top seller shelf, very easily. But the screenplay is nauseating and the casting is total crap. Arya badly needs a dubbing professional to help his career, which seems to be taking off, if at all it should have a proper flight. He is all brawn and his acting is a no brainer in the movie. Anushka is an irritated character on both her roles and always has this look as if wondering why the hell I am in this movie. A totally wasted effort. Music, needless to say, same old tunes that we are already familiar with even before they are released. The graphics that looked awe inspiring on the trailers were nothing but Georgian skies painted in multi colour. Looks like Selva took his crew to Georgia and on the locations wrote whatever came to his mind as dialogues and framed the scenes. The conversations are bull crap and even an amateur can write better as compared to the seasoned Selva.

If at all one has to dig up for positives in the movie, there is one very interesting approach to the storyline. Its a love story, obviously, but from a girl's perspective. Its the heroine, who proposes first and woos the hero and she is the one who seems to roam with a  coterie, who even makes fun of the hero. This is something interesting and refreshing to see and hope it doesn't go the extent that soon we may've gana bala singing Tasmac songs with gals dancing in drunken stupor teasing boys!!!  The other aspect that I liked about the movie is the concept of love being introduced to the other world people. Its an aspect that could've been exploited brilliantly. The aliens are always showcased as people with hitech gadgets and gizmos. But rarely with any emotions. And humans teaching love to aliens is right up the alley of Steven Speilberg. And here is where Selva slips and what a slip it is!! If Mayakkam Enna was bad, this movie, makes it look like master class.

Gils verdict: Its a really really bad movie. But still compared to the bull crap of a movie like Azhaguraja, this I would say, a honest attempt gone bad because of lack of honesty. I am tempted to lift off the story line and write one of my own on a similar theme :)

Monday, December 09, 2013

Perception

Twice within a span of 24 hours I was made to eat my own thoughts..words rather. I was so strongly rooted on my opinion that everything around was going crazy and the universe has suddenly raised a vendetta flag against me when there was not even a blip on the horizon. All of a sudden for the past few weeks, things were moving fast from bad to worse, atleast that's how I felt. I lost 60,000 rupees, a major career break through and there were tonnes of other minor pin pricks as well. It was as if everywhere I turned, things were ganging up against me and I couldn't quite figure out the reason. It was all getting repressed inside and I was badly in need of a vent. If I talk to someone about my issues, I feel like I almost have a solution for it!! The more I talk about it, trying to explain the problem to a third person, the more I get to understand it myself and more often than not, it works out for me and this time was no exception. I went to my previous manager, who is a well wisher and a good friend and spoke to him. What started as a 5 mins conversation, went on for 90 minutes. In the end, whatever questions I went to him with, none of them had a solution. Nothing was solved. But, he made me realise, there was nothing to solve either. I was shocked and surprised to realise that, many things that he said were actually true and made sense too. I had been so blinded by my frustrations and rage that, even issues that had been present previously, which never used to bother me, became big time obsessions. I stoked up the vigilante in me and went around with a torch to burn all those issues, fully knowing that even Don Quixote had a better chance against the windmills, compared to my situation. As I spoke, I realised that, though there is no justification for those issues and the inaction of those who are responsible for those, all the while my mind had been occupied with so much work that I never really paid any heed to these burning issues. Now that I've time to spare and as they say bad things cluster, everything looks bad and spoilt. Though I don't subscribe some of his opinions, it made me realise one important thing about myself. A very basic lesson, which I always tend to miss. If I wear a black film on my eye and look at the world, its bound to look dark. And I also realised, I am not cut out for politics :) To me being ambitious, always meant ,to be what you are capable of and not go after something just because I like it and others are there in the race for it. I've been a meritocrat all my life and god willing would love to remain so. And surprisingly, as the mind became clearer, all of a sudden things appear to fall back in place. Though the pin pricks remain, I can now realise, what I need to address and what I can ignore, like the general majority. Now that the darkness seems to've vanished, its time to enjoy the sunshine :)

Saturday, December 07, 2013

Review time - The Tournament by Matthew Reilly

I am big fan of masala racy action mystery thriller entertainer novels. Whew!! Is that a genre or a potpourri of genres? Well, its all one and the same for one Mr. Matthew Reilly. In all his novels that I've read so far, his heroes are all powerful one man armies, armed with all hitech gadgets that would collectively put Bond and XXX to shame and also there is not a thing under the world wide web that they wouldn't know or recall at a moments notice to help in their quest to save America which in other words is the world. I am a big fan of his Jack West series of 7 ancient wonders, 6 sacred stones and 5 great warriors. His other series involving Scarecrow are mostly B grade action flick stories. He also has to his credit some lone ranger series in the form of Hover car racer, Contest and few more.

Irrespective of the lead characters one aspect that is common across all his novels is the pace of the story and the factual fictitious blend that he manages to keep pace along with the breakneck speed at which the situations travel. Especially in his Jack West series, the way he mixes historical references and information about erstwhile world's wonders and mixes them in contemporary situations made an interesting read. Its against this backdrop comes his latest addition, The Tournament.

The reason for the 2 paragraph build up for Matt is to bring out the glaring difference in the setup of this novel. Tournament is based on Elizabethan era and is probably the slowest story he has ever attempted. It takes its own sweet time to take off but never really reaches any heights. It traces an incident that shapes the life of Queen Elizabeth 1, the virgin queen, when she was in her pre teens. Tournament additionally has a Sherlokian murder mystery investigation inter woven on it. The title in itself is a reference to the chess tourney involving Grandmasters from across the world, called for by the Ottoman emperor, with obvious hidden agenda. The politics behind the games mimics the show of strength reasons for which countries fall head over heels in organizing such events, just to showcase their spending might. More often than not, its always the opening and closing ceremonies that take the center stage rather than the event itself. The same applies here as well. Matt takes his own sweet time to describe the travel and preparation of the British GM and the focus never really reaches Elizabeth till halfway into the book. Though the base setup is about a chess tournament, barring a fleeting references to how different chess pieces took their present form, it never really touches the core. It was more like a bystander's view of chess, more of a disinterested tone. The historical aspect of the story also veers more towards the immoral activities taking place on the Sultan's rule, ala Arabian nights but is not even a shade of the same class. The author spends a good deal of amount describing the carnal exploits of the young queen's friend, dedicates a whole bunch of chapters towards the not too celibate nature of the gay priests of the erstwhile holy order. In the premise of justifying Elizabeth's vow to celibacy and having remained a virgin throughout her life, the author goes overboard and the murder investigation looses track, which is the only saving grace of the otherwise mokka novel, with flashes of profiling brilliance by the tutor detective, but that too very few and far in between.

Gils verdict: I would never recommend the book to anyone. Not worth even if downloaded for free  :)

Friday, November 29, 2013

Sci-fi dream

Usuala dream vantha realise panra nelamala kooda illama full korattai sleepla iruppen. But this one was like..!!! I am standing with a crowd of people, watching the sky as it suddenly goes dark. Thunder storm clouds hover above and a silver lining kind of some shiny outline engulfs the clouds. All the clouds merge to become one big cumulus cloud of darkest nature. We all begin to feel the chill. Suddenly the earth below begins to freeze. Freeze as in Hollywood "Day after tomorrow" kind of freeze. It turns out to be the aliens who have stopped sun rays to fall on one side of the earth. May be they stopped earth from rotating. Because the other side, people are feeling terrible heat. Every one is running around and slip and fall down with the ground below cracking.

I was so stunned that, I became half conscious on sleep wondering what could've triggered such a dream!! I didn't watch any sci-fi disaster based movie the previous night. Nor was I reading anything about such leave alone discussing about them. Still...it was way too scary and vivid!!! And I also realised the dream was in black n white. Does all dream come in black and white?? Need to google and find out :)

Early morning dream kanda balikumaamay!! Ithu balikumo?!! Interesting :D

Sunday, November 17, 2013

End of innocence

Before you begin to wonder what the heck this post is going to be let me tell you the reason behind the title. Was wondering how to make this an attention seeking interest grabbing headline and ended up with this one :)

Millions of words have already been written about HIS retirement and there are billions more to come. Let me add a few to the never ending saga called Sachin. Like two sides to a coin, there are as many people who are fuming at the extravaganza that is on going, wondering the whole way through why so many others weren't considered even half this adulation whereas the rest of the majority continues to push the bar of hero worship manifold. Why is Sachin so special would be a question for MBA's and psychologists to analyse for years to come. Dravid was equally gifted if not more and have been the mainstay of any overseas tour as much as Sachin. Ganguly is often credited with infusing "soranai" and "soodu" to the team. Even for Kapil the great, who showed the world that this nation is capable of performing and winning at a world stage had a muted celebration compared to this little man. So why so much frenzy and accolades and praise for this man, who after all played more games than anyone else and obviously scored more than everyone else. Some of his records, if not all, are etched on stone. He is a statistician's nightmare for the sheer volume of numbers that speak for his deeds. But still, does all this warranty this madness??

I read it on a friend's FB wall which summed it all up. Somewhere between his debut and retirement, we all grew up. By announcing his retirement he has served a notice to all those kids that, time has passed and they have indeed aged. The kids who bunked their school feigning illness just to watch him play are all settled in their office cubicles and the fervour with which they followed him just got shifted into a different medium of internet. To many he is the one constant reminder of their childhood dream and a superhuman who rarely failed. When he scored a century, it never mattered whether India won or lost, it was always the individual who towered over the rest. The collective loss of an entire team got overshadowed by that single great little man. He was written off many a time only to outlive the comment and commenter. He was the one constant on the forever changing scenario. India got economic liberalisation, lot many presidents and prime ministers, way too many changes in world scenario itself, yet there was always Sachin to fall back on and his century to cheer the hearts.

He came in at a time when media was blossoming. Tv channels needed an icon to worship and there he was. Newspapers needed a messiah to sell and there he was. Citizens needed someone to look up to for inspiration and there he was. With each arm of media that grew from tv to twitter, people began to invent ways to worship him and with the advent of the net, everything about him became viral. Hyperboles were coined to glorify him and commentary was no longer the dull job it used to be. People fell head over heels in worshipping him and first name that comes to mind is Tony Greig who made Sachin's otherwise proper cricketing shots, into immortal epics. He enjoyed watching him play and his passion caught on people's imagination.

Whenever I play table tennis, if any of my friends watch me, I feel so nervous and awkward that I would invariably play loose shots and would lose badly. This for a game which played inside a ten by ten room on a single table with hardly space for a couple of people to stand. Imagine a stadium full of people, with a million voices shouting your name right from the moment you step on the field. One can shut himself off by ignoring tv or radio or newspapers, but when he is out in the open in midst of thousands of people shouting their throats off, chanting his name, worshipping the very earth where he stood and willing to go to any length to glorify him, its an impossible task to even walk straight, forget about facing 100 mile/hr bowling speedsters and wily spinners. And above all, keeping a straight face for 24 years and playing on as if nothing had really transpired unmindful of those praise and criticism alike and remaining humble at the same time is sheer out of the world. To me the greatest virtue of Sachin would be his humility. "Thann nilai uyarum boathu panivu kondaal ulagam unnidam mayangum" Kannadasan summa sollitu pogala. Probably meant for Sachin.

I am really glad, he didn't hung up his boots in one shot across all formats and since the process was step by step, with one format at a time, the pain is not as much felt as it would've been had he announced it all together. Its not for nothing grown men cried when he was giving his farewell speech. Heart goes out for that kid in him, who ventured on to that 22 yards of what he thought as a fun place, which lured his attention for 2 dozen years. Now suddenly, he wakes up to find himself as a 40 year old, with a wife and 2 kids (and Crores of rupees ofcourse) and not knowing how to spend his time bereft his passion. I sincerely wish to see him again on the sports section of newspapers and on all sports channels in some capacity or other, pursuing his dream and also that of a billion other kids, who have invested theirs on him.

Go Sachin..go. As long there is the last kid playing with a broken stump on a bygone alley, as long as their is the last cricket crazy fan on this madcap nation, you will always be remembered and cheered.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Haiii....awaaardu awaarduu..

Ithaiyum oru bloga madhichi oru jeevan awardlaam kuduthurukaanga. Thank you  Asha madam

Neenga rommmmbaa nallavanga. Aalayam kanden bloggerku aduthabadia romba rasichi padikarathu ivanga travellogues thaan. Simplea realistica yet interestinga irukkum ivanga write-ups. ISRO rocket scientist..ipo varungala vignaanisoda answer papersa correct pannitrukara poruppaana postla irukaanga :) Vasishtar vaayala bramma rishi mathri enakku big sister kaiyaala awardu..avvvv......pullarikuthu :)

To accept the award, I must complete the following.
Linkback to the person’s blog that have nominated you. (Okkay)



Nominate 10 more bloggers whom you feel are deserving and have less than 200 followers and you pass the award on to them (Panniduvom)

Answer all questions posted by the nominator(Doneisthaanu)

Create10 questions for the nominees (Ithu kushtamaachay..try pannalam)

Contact the nominees and let them know that they have been nominated for the Leibster. (Ithu veraya!! avvvvv...aana neenga enna contactalaye :D)

Okies...anjer time..easya kostin ketrukaangala paapom
 
 
If you could learn one skill, what would you learn? hmm....guitar vaasikarathu...I mean..nejamavay nalla play panra alavuku vaasikanum.

Your major goal in life? hmmmm....Chaand tare thod le aavun..saaari duniya par mein chaaaon..bus ithna saa khwaab hai :D rombalaam ileenga

What’s your favorite motivational quote? change is permanent..but only person immune to change is bus conductor..itha gilsananda nu oru mahaan (krr.thooo) sollirukaaru

How do you de-stress yourself? hmmmm...meejic

The traditional food you like most ? obviously CM saapaadu..ada..CM na.ennoda chella Mummy

Your favorite game in your childhood? hmm...quiz...namabra mathiri irukka??

Do you think technological advancements have made us less creative. YES/No. justify your choice. ithulaam creative irukara makkal badil sollanum..epdiyum namakku pagallaye pasu maadu teriathu..raathirila erumai enna colorna ennatha solrathu

In today’s scenario. If you were to raise a child, How would you raise him/her? A sheltered life like in a bubble shielding him/her from the various problems or would you let her/him freely to explore, experiment and learn by exposing them to the harsh realities of life and be independant. hmmm....as a person I try to impose all that I experimented on whoever I can...so I guess I would be of former category. But if the person is not feeling up to it...freeya vitruven nenakren.

IF you were to narrate an inspiring story of a person from history/fiction/ real life to a 10 year old. Whose story would you choose to narrate? hmmm...real lifela en friends rendu peru irukaanga...one my college mate and another en colleague..fiction na karnan kathai solluven...history na...Chandrasekhar azad or netaji pathi solluven

If a confused teenager came up to you asking for advice on what career choice to make. What would be your advice? naanay oru confused teenager..en kitta kekarele...heheheh (seri..seriiii....no thuppings...idhayam muralikaprum neethaana nu keekarathu Inga kekkuthu)...I am bad at choices. I would urge them to choose something that they like and make sure they are really good at it to make money sonner. En cousinku naan ultava suggest panni avan careera sothappa irunthen. Luckily he never listened to any of us and now he is happy with what he is doing and he is surely earning a lot!! Career na kaasu panra mattera thana mean panneega???


Ippo naan kelvi kepenaam...neengalam badil soluveengala...neenganna yarlaamngareengala...intha post padikara bakraasa thaan sonen :D

1. If you can make something to change..what would that be and why?

2. Will you step away in opposite direction at the sight of any trouble that may or may not impact you down the line or step in to resolve it? Situation...your choice. Graver the better.

3. How good you are in taking criticism?

4. When was the last time you slapped someone and why? (intha kelvikaga enna adichitu answer panniteenulaam sollapdaathu)

5. What do you to do when seething angry in midst of all your colleagues?

6. Are you an impatient person?

7. Which is your most favourite comics and why?

8. When was the last time you went on a picnic and where?

9. If you know your future will you try to change it or let it be as it is? irrespective of whether its good or bad?

10. If you have to shelve your ego for one sec and apologise to someone, who would that be and why?

haiiyaaaa :)) kostins ready...ini korthu uda vendiyathu thaan baakki :D

Monday, November 11, 2013

Review time

Feels like a million year before the last review post :)
Naan enna panrathu..usuala pathu padam paatha athula onnu review podra alavukku interestinga irukkum. Ippolaam I am watching almost daily one movie. Irunthum..onnu kooda thera maatenguthu. But been observing one very dangerous trend. Atha pathi polamba thaan intha post.

Last week was having usual lunch arattai when one of the saga arrataiyaalar was in so much kushi that he was all smiles. Ennada maaternu visaaricha..thangamani enjoyyyy. Athaavathu his wife has apeeted to her parents place for vacation with kids. So thalaivar was in full josh. Antha kedaikaamala kedaitha free timea epdi use"full"a  celebrate panrathunnu there was heavy diskassan. Ivangalaam senthaa vera ennatha pathi pesa poraanga..antha aal veetla thanni adikaratha illa..vera pasanga veetla kutcheriaya vachukarathaanu thaan panjaayathu.

What shook me was the casualness with which they were discussing about the drinks party. Its almost a fashion statement now to visit tasmac. And weekend majalenthu office party varaikkum..ithu pona treatlenthu veena ponavanga meet varaikkum...sagalamum thanni mayam. Munnalam soga scenela, eeramaana shirt poatutkitu hero thanni adipaan, ipolaam opening scenelenthu comedy scene varaikkum athey location thaan. Unless the government wakes up fast to this menace and announces tax break for movies devoid of drinking scenes it wouldn't be much of a surprise if TN turns out to be drunkards paradise. Aana oru naal renvuevay hundreds of crores varachay why they would kill the cash cow. Evan kudi ketta enna. Adutha electionku tasmacla freeya sarakku kudukara party thaan jeyikka poguthu.

Drinking is no longer taboo. Smoking came out of that ring long time back. Live in relations are next vying for contention. What was considered as morals few decades back have all long been dead and buried and what more to say when the story of good getting ridiculed and made a mockery of, that which goes on to become blockbuster hit of a noir comedy (Soodhu kavvum). People used to crib about morals and principles and the lack of it amongst current crop a while back and looks like they've pretty much given all hope and embraced the life of no scruples with open hands. Its ok to have your kids not study well, as long as they can dance like mad and choreograph in any one of the umpteen crapies churned day in and day out in some crappywood or croon all vulgar and abuse in the name of lyrics as long as they get to sing for NRI's spread all over or in some god-knows-where sabha's. As long as they are capable of earning, how the money comes hardly matters. I don't care where this will lead to or how it will end. I am very much part of all this nonsense and the moral high ground I am posting this from is buried several stories below this very crap.

Seri..review time sollitu verum polambal mattum thaana. Sambrathaayathuku oru review also me the puttings from the order most recently watched to last.

Paandiya Naadu -  Oru Naan mahaan alla hit aaidichinu athay maava innum evlo herova vachu araikaratha plan mr.Susi? Athey saathu hero...paatha udanay love panra heroine..konjam cute love story...loveisthaanu family...oru relation gets killed by villain..saathu hero pazhi vaangings. Oray twististhaanu being ithula appa character also trying to kill villain but unable to. Mothathula ratha very illati oorla usiru pozhaikka mudiaathungaratha rendu padathula solli hit adichirukeenga. Vaazhthukkal.

Vanakkam Chennai - Intha padathuku en vanakkam Chennai nu title vachangannu oru patti mandramay nadathalam. Paatu nallarukkay padam theridumooonnu nambi mosam pona palarla naanum oruthanngratha perumaiya sollikaren. Siva...unakku neram sari illaya..illa un padatha continuousa pathu bulb vaangara engalukkaanu therila. Mirchila ethukum resume anuppi vachukkappu. Seekrama potti kata vendirukkum. Santhaanamku yaarachum comedy thaandam panna vendia nelamaila irukaruppu. uhumm..Evlo izhuthaalum vandi nagara matenguthu.

Varutha padaatha vaalibar sangam - Kathai irukka..comedy irukka. karuthu irukka..Ethukumay varuthapatta mathiri therila. Sivakarthikeyan irukaaru..so silapala punch click aagidum. Imaan vachu rendu paattu thethidalam. Mathabadi...padam titleaye thaan sollitaangalla..no varutham about anything. Ipolam padikara pullaingala vida ooothaari thanama ootha kalar ribbon pinaadi suthara payalugalukku thaan graakki. Naan sollaleenga..hit aana padam elaam itha thaan solluthu.

Lone ranger - Venaam...oray the alaugaachi coming. Johnny Deppkada oru pathu roova ok..micha 110 rubees Hollywood kittenthu reimbursement vaanganum.

Naan review podrathukullaye neria padam TVlaye poattu punniyatha thedikitaanga. Innum oru 14 padam download seiyappatuu paakarathukaga waiting. So me rommmbaa biccciiiyeee...appalikka catch you in another mokkai post. Ippothaikku apeetu ...vartaa..

Saturday, November 09, 2013

Mad(e) in heaven -1

Anil and Sid singing in chorus..

"You halfu me halfu eyee..
Near you no means no sleepu..eyeee"

"dei...enna kanraavida kathitrukeenga" asks an irritated Ram.

"Paarra...Why this kolaveri nu Danush paadina ooray kekkuthu...ithaye naanga panna kadupadikaranga...kalikaalamada"

"athu sari...kolaveri songkum ithukum enna linku?"

"Nee paathi naan paathi kannay..nu Keladi Kanmani padathula oru paatu varumla..atha thaan taminglishla re compose pannitrukom...ipolam directa englisha tamizhla podra songsa vida intha mathiri uttalakkadi songs thaana hit aguthu"

"dei...kovam vara mathiri paatu podaatheenga...Ava varathukulla ingenthu odi poidunga"

"!!! ava eppoda onsite vantha??"

"ada..skypela chat panrathukkay intha scenaamaam"

"etho padathula..minister flightla poraru traffic police road traffic block pannuvaanay..atha vida kodumaiya irukkay ithu..apdi ennada bayam"

"Adhu bayamilla machi..lighta oru respect"

"You guys got no dedication da...athunaala thaan ipdi poruppay ilaama suthitrukeenga"

"Yaar sonna ..pona vaaram kooda enakaaga oru song dedicate pannangalay..."

"Unakku yaaruda song dedicate panaanga"

"Naaney thaan..!!"

"Thoooo..ithelaam oru pozhappa..seri seri..edatha gaali pannunga"

"Machi..athenda marriagekaprum pasangalaam ipdi maaridraanga...friendsalaam madhikarathay illa"

"Apdiye ennamo avan nammala marriageku munna bharat ratna kuduthu mariyatha panna mathiriyum..ipo atha thirumba pudingita mathiriyum feel panra..."

"Kalyanathuku munnaadi ivan epdi irunthann...athuvum..ponnu paathutu vanthu thirumba paakaa  mudiyaama evlo polambirupaan"

~ (vera enna...thodarum thaaan) :))

Sunday, November 03, 2013

Need new Mythologies

While the western world churns out one superhero after another on a periodic basis, the eastern side of it has fallen way behind is what I feel. We had a rich heritage, rich being putting it mildly. Our fore fathers had such vivid imagination that when people on the other side of the planet where busy pillaging and looting they sat in quiet enivrons and created one blockbuster after another of a story. Starting with the puranas, bagavatham, ramayan and mahabharath inclusive, couldn't think of any other culture to have such a wide line up of awesome stories. And the best part is, like a never ending mega serial, each of those stories had a link story, a flash back, a why-it-happened like that premise and everything were neatly framed into a loop. Its amazing to even think of how many people would've co-authored the script, over whatever period of time and yet having a coherent screenplay. No character was bad and even their bad attitude will have a positive spin that, they were good but their greed/lust/arrogance was put to rest by a curse, which again would be a show of anger on the side of the curser and in the end, as like police in our movies, god will intervene and everyone will happily go to meditate or do penance.

While the people on the other side of the planet, created their own legends and myths by enriching meek and ordinary humans with extraordinary powers, they still had it very clear that, they are all humans to being with and the power that was bestowed on them was an extension and more of an alter ego than anything else. They were worshipped and idolised and made immortal in all forms possible, but the underlining aspect that the caped crusader or the masked messiah were all human was never lost on them. Unlike us, who made god out of the characters that were created. Our Raman and Hanuman where literally Ra"god" and Hanu"god". Any character with a holier than thou personality, we conveniently tagged them as god and distanced ourselves from them. Yes. Agreed they are all divine qualities. But by making god out of them, the fun aspect and the chance to really understand them as what they were meant to be got lost. When there were no television or radio or comics or novels or newspapers, our ancestors came up with this brilliant form to educate people. The imaginative of the lot cooked up stories, the creative propagated them and the crazy and lazy made god out of them.

The results are all to be seen on the silver screen. Till date not a single superhero movie or script has come up good in our box office. We still believe that only an Amitabh Bachchan or a Rajinikanth, who are nothing short of demi-gods, can bash up an army of villains in one punch and celebrate it with much more vigour and passion than a Batman or Superman fanatic. We know more trivia about the personal life of our stars, than a comicon geek. For even Star trek to survive here, it needs to be remade as one with Chiranjeevi fighting evil tantric for immortality. We have surrendered all the superpower to the gods and there is nothing more left for us to protect America from alien attack to terrorists..err..i meant world in general. (Blame it on Hollywood!!).

Just look at the army of characters that our ancestors have created. One with 6 heads, one with head transplant of an elephant, one who sleeps on snakes that which has a thousand heads and rests on an ocean of milk, one with an eye on his forehead and whose wife shares half his body, one with four heads and the list is endless. We have gods in all colors and flavors and varieties that there is more than one option for every mood and choice of ours. For those who like dark characters with a shade of grey, they got plenty. For fun lovers there are scores of them and for the noble and pious, you got a big bucket list. But why there are none now?? Why did it stop altogether? May be the fear that whatever blockbuster story that we create might end up as a new god? Or has people gone tired of the 3 billion characters that are already lined up and doesn't want to add to that list?

I strongly believe, stories are not just meant to entertain and educate. They are the real pillars of any civilization or culture. Rather than digging up sites looking for tonnes of dreamt up mythical gold,  ASI would do well to hire a bunch of researchers to read through our stories and come up with thesis on their underlying meaning or probably even re write some to suit today's world. The real gold is out there in them.

Monday, October 21, 2013

What to name it

The one show that I watch with all eagerness would be "Tamizh Paechu engal moochu" on Vijay. For the very simple reason that, I totally and completely adore the concept. Today's topic was pretty interesting. A topic that is taboo even in present day society - Relationship without any name between men and women. It was quite an interesting topic and challenging one for the speakers and they spoke quite eloquently without majorly dabbling on the point for want of time. The society we live in has names for all relations. Father, son, brother, uncle, grandfather, lover, boyfriend, husband and even if there is a loss in the relation there are names for them as well- widower, divorcee, orphan(!!) And equivalent ones for women as well. In between this maze of names blooms in a friendship or two.

Man - woman relationship which falls under the last category are often looked upon with suspect. A friend of mine once told me, there can be only 3  kinds of relation possible between a guy and a gal. Either they can be siblings or husband and wives or lovers. Friendship is just a stop gap stage in this relationship triad, where it either transforms into platonic form of a brother sister one or as lovers. To say I was quite taken aback by this was an understatement. If there is something that I can feel really really proud of in my otherwise inconsequential life, its my friends and specially the girls. They share a very special space in my life and some of them, I believe, are friends for life. I take as much liberty with them as I do with my boys. I am sure it would be the same from their end too. All this coming from a person who had tough time even to look at girls in school, leave alone talking with them (sic).

Some of my closest friends are girls and I consider myself lucky that they think of me on similar scale too. I feel really humbled when they call me up to share their joy,sorrow,issues and victories and rejoice and remorse for me as well. To me a friend is a friend, be it a guy or gal. But not many in my own circle share this view. One look at my friend's list, the first comment that I get is "Machaan...ivlo ponnunga frienda unakku!!". I used to be like "err..so what??" But nowadays I don't strain even that much into thinking :) There is another group of excuse seekers who promptly declare all these friendships are possible only till marriage and post which poorikattai on respective households will take over. Most of my close friends are married and not just them, post marriage even their spouses have become friends. So rather than losing on their relation, I've happily gained more. Some of us have so much in common that, people often mistake us to be siblings.

I personally believe, any relation is based on frequency of the people and not on their gender. I don't want to compare it with any incident or issue to empathize the reason, for its too pure and genuine. At times its better not try to classify everything. There are certain things that are beyond explanation. Rather than wagging tongue let the hearts lead the conversation.

Monday, October 14, 2013

The fake realities

For a while I used to be a big time fan of Super Singer's and Jodi number One's. The very reason that, I got to hear classics without their awful picturisation and some really amazing talents set the tone for the whole show. But over period of time, they've grown to be awful and more couldn't be more fake with the concept of reality being only on name. Forget the kind of nonsense they churn up in the name of TRP's but the damage they are doing to kids and art in general is becoming irreparable.

They've become that virus that've begun to feed on the very essence of art form. Music classes have started advertising coaching for reality shows. Cine dance forms have replaced traditional variants and with hardly any patronage they are at the risk of not surviving into the next decade. I've quite a lot of sabha's near my area. But for December, where people throng to see the famous personalities lining up for a handful of concerts, who otherwise spend the rest of the year doing the same kind of shows all over the world, I hardly see any posters for music concerts. Its been quite a while since I saw dance shows being performed on those sabhas. There is one tailor shop called, Shanti's that used to be jam packed with eager parents, ordering for dance costumes months in advance for their kids arangetram. Nowadays, that place is being used for its parking space.

As much as the threat to arts, I am really scared for the life of kids participating on those shows. The kind of songs that they are asked to sing and those weird ugly and nasty things that are made to do in the name of performing on stage is borderline outrageous. In the name of emoting the kind of things that toddlers do on stage are nothing short of child abuse. Less said about dance shows the better. Some are so vulgar, wonder if there is really a censor present for television channels!!

Some of my colleagues openly talk of enrolling their kids for music or dance, just for the sheer amount of money they can encash on post appearance on such shows. And kids these days to take up to hip hop or some western dance or other, that they can make a mish mash with our traditional art forms, in the name of fusion crap and all for that one glimpse on the idiot box which will set them on course for big bucks. Nowadays music and dance have become synonymous with cine music and cine dance.

With one new singer/composer and dancer/master appearing per movie, wonder when the bubble will burst!!

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Farewell my friends

Thondrin pugazhodu thondruga..agthilaar
Thondralin Thondraaamai nandru

The "Thirukkural" mentioned above means -
If you are born in this world, be with the qualities conductive to fame. For those who can't, better not be born.

Last week was full of farewells of people I am very fond of. First came the news of Phani, my toastmaster mentor of one speech (not sure if his decision to quit the job was due to that), then it was Sachin's retirement news followed by my good friend Mahesh's last day in office. You couldn't pick a more diverse bunch if you ever want to choose one. But they have one common aspect - being famous.

The Phani-funny cliché has been too clichéd even for a cliché. Still its not without reason. I often used to wonder how can a person be so dedicated to a cause, in which he gets to be the backstager rather than on stage most of the time. The way he used to show to time out for over eager speakers from the last row even when he wasn't playing any roles for that particular session or the sincerity with which he used to pass notes with feedback and more importantly the respect with which he addressed people while talking, even when not in his mother tongue was simply amazing. It was little surprise that he had such a fabulous send off at the toastmaster club and the best part of it all was that, he was an individual contributor without a team for all of the years that he was in office. Meaning, the only way he could've impacted and impressed so many people was with his only window of meeting them, which is the once a week toastmaster session. Think Phani, think of a smiley face and curly mop hair and a strong confident yet polite voice.

The other guy I mentioned also has a curly mop of a hair and probably little taller than Phani. But his deeds are something that would remain forever unless book cricket becomes the fourth official form of cricket after T20, ODI's and test matches. I skip most of the matches for I always had this superstition that if I watch India will lose the match. So the next morning newspaper of any cricket match day was always special for me. I would open the paper right from the last page with trembling hands in excitement to have a peek at the headlines. If they read an Indian victory, my day would be made and if it says Sachin hundred underneath, more often than not, it would be the best possible start for that day. I am sure this would be the case to billion other theists for whom god wears number ten jersey and opens the batting for India in ODI's. He was no comedian, but he was that special Indian who made a billion Indians smile.

The other person on my list, doesn't possess a curly mop hairstyle to start with. He came for one session to toastmasters and never plays cricket. What makes him special is his attitude. He can say the foulest of abuses with a smiley face. You can blast him left right and center with stinker mails, still he would read them like love letters from his lady love. You ask him to take up ERP one day Web technology the next day and into Mainframes after that, he would still be on all the three teams, learning from freshers to seniors with same dedication and would eventually grow to lead the same people who taught him the tricks. He is one walking talking network and has contacts for every single company in every single industry you can think of. He has studied catering technology, been an sales executive for a leading insurance company, headed a team in an MNC bank's back office operations and been a business analyst in PeopleSoft moving on to a different role in a totally new ERP in few days time.

Phani may not have won many ribbons in the club. Sachin may not have won as many tournaments as Ponting did as a captain. Mahesh may have his own handicaps. But there is one thing common in all of them. Each of these people are not famous because they did what they had to do or the way they did it. But how they made others feel, while they were at it.

You need not necessarily be famous to be nice. But its always nice to be famous ;)

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Rise of the wastrel

Does cinema mirror the society or is it vice versa.
A question for the ages and sages. But off late it does look like the screen has taken over the reign.

Take the definition of a movie hero as case in study. 5 decades back, a movie hero should be good looking, should be respectful to parents, dignified before ladies and would almost always be wearing formals. Villains sported horizontal stripe t shirts with kerchiefs on their necks and more often than not, will have an overgrown mole on their face or would be seen wearing three piece suits complete with a bowler hat. Villis where invariably the mom-in-laws or sis-in-laws. It was very easy to make out who was the bad guy and the leading ladies invariably had to choose between two good guys even in a love triangle story. The lead pair would be the epitome of sacrifice and it was always, family first then job then love.

Cut to the 70's, the heroes slowly began to grow a shade of grey. They began to have intra marital affairs and began chasing the heroines. Parks grown near dams became default locations for duets and heroines began to wear revealing costumes. And so did the villis. If a lady continued to wear such kind of dresses despite courting a pair, they were deemed villis and would often die a painful death. Heroes struggled to find job and somehow or other will get into a job however painful or a struggle it might be. Heroines began to find their feet and were seen to be donning working women role. Adultery was still a male domain.

The 90's were the most vulgar period of Indian cinema. I would rather not talk about them.

Cut to the present. Take the latest hero on the block - Siva karthikeyan. In a span of few years he has clocked 7 movies. Most of them ...correction...all of them falling under the same genre of romantic comedies ...( or comedic romances??) Out of the 7 movies, he is seen jobless in 6 of them and in the one movie where he is actually seems to be employed, he quits that and take to running just to prove to his lady that he has overcome his name shame!! And the best part is most of those movies had a fairly decent run at BO. Same goes for any upcoming wannabes. Has the fate of the Tamil movie heroine gone so bad that, they are not even capable of picking a better pair for themselves..leave alone a jobless wastrel...or is it the movie industry way of propagating that "Love conquers all"??? Whatever the crap it is, on a society were idol worship is confined not just to divinity, story writers,  better watch out for the crap they are churning, for when it comes back to bite them, its not all that great. If  the recent family drama involving director Cheran comes to mind, kambeni porupillai.

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Indian sports and ancient curse

No wonder sports in India never takes off. Look at the awards instituted for the stream. The highest award that a coach gets is the Dhrona award and the sportsperson qualifies for a Arjuna. Two of the most controversial figures when it comes to teaching/learning. A guru - who was so partial to his student that he spoiled the life of another, probably more devoted than the former, by getting his thumb chopped off. Maybe the former student prince, paid more fees (!!) and the latter being OC graakki lead to the result? If Ekalavya had paid tuition fees would he still have underwent such a treatment?? or would there have been a change of heart? IMHO, ekalavya scores heads and shoulders above arjuna when it comes to guru bakthi and skill level rivalling the warrior prince, the award should ideally be named after him. May be the concept of naming the award as Arjuna, could be more related to the role that the prince played down the story and no doubt per the story, his deeds are praiseworthy. But his glory was built on the ashes of the sacrifices made by the poor kid Ekalavya. With a little stretch, i would even blame the wretched state of sports in india to the curse of ekalavya.

Monday, September 16, 2013

Z for - Zip zap zoommmm

They say when you hear hooves people always think of horses and never zebras. A roundabout quote directing people to think outside the rutty routine. Having been posting about 6 posts a month for close to half a dozen years, I took up the challenge of this a-z post series hoping to finish it in no time. Raanuvathula azhinjavana vida aanavathula azhinjhavan thaana namma oorla adhigam :D Proved true in my case as well. Having never been good at participating on any competition on named event for that matter, this one series, almost killed my writing hobby itself :D All I could think of was a title starting with the next alphabet to post and the mokkais that I could think of posting never could fit into one. And slowly I gave up on writing itself.

As I type in this last post of the series, I could feel the rush coming back and with the finish line on sight its such a huge relief.

Many a time I wanted to quit writing blogs and blabbing my head off with my verbal diarrhoea of posts. But it kind of has a therapeutic effect, cleansing the mind off thoughts and helping me hear myself out. At times, it even helps me to understand the way I think and prepare myself in certain situations.

So..lets see how many more I can churn up before its time to call it quits :)

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Y for - Yesterday...

A week ago I uploaded a photo of mine from school days.
It wasn't just another click-the-browse-button and upload kind of a photo. No. It wasn't.

I had uploaded scores of pics before. But this was one photo that I was shying away from, ever since it was taken. The one pic that made me so conscious of the way I look and the moment the photographer said "smile" I knew it. All that while, I was so dumb that I never ever realised why people were calling me fat. I was under the impression that, calling someone was fat was similar to giving bad names and foul mouthing him and it never ever occurred to me that it could be a mere fact that those kids were calling out.

Few days before that pic was taken, it was raining and while I was returning back from school, crossing the vegetable vendor strewn portion of the "maada veethi", I slipped in front of one such, illegal encroachment of a "shop" who had eaten up half the road starting from the pavement itself. They had thrown wasted vegetables in front of their shop, which was actually middle of the road and being slushy and slippery, I lost balance and fell. The shopkeeper laughed, imagining me to be a pumpkin on uniform slipping on another of its kind. (Now when I actually try to word it out..it does sound funny :D) His laugh echoed on my ears all the way home. That day I swore to myself, never to fall down. I stopped playing games. I avoided anything that might cause me to slip and whenever I did slipped it made me ultra conscious never to repeat it again. Till date whenever I pass by the place where I fell, I remind myself of that incident. The photo that I uploaded was taken for my school ID was always a reminder to me of how shapeless and hapless I was.

And that photo was the triggering point for many things. It was the first ever photo of mine that I could recollect as one for which I consciously posed. Prior to that it was all baby pics. And taking pics were so costly that I carried that same foto on my ID for the next five years. It became a source of such an embarrassment for me in classroom that, kids taller than me used to take the ID from me and place on top of the black board for the entire class to point and laugh. It was then did I realise that I was the fattest kid on the room. It was then did I realise how bulky and obese I was. I went into a shell that remained unbroken till I started my career. From my school days to college to my second job, I would've hardly been on a dozen photos. I avoided camera like plague and felt that it would be an insult to see me on a snap again. That one photo changed my life and I never ever wanted to take it out again and had it hidden all these days.

Last week while I was rummaging through my old box I stumbled on this pic. And all I could see now was a chubby kid staring at me with an angry pose, disguising hurt and silently begging the onlooker not to tease him. I knew I had come a long way from that pic and wanted to test myself by uploading this pic on FB where in I have all those kids from school (note ..I still did not say school friends) in my friends list. I felt like the proverbial lamb that volunteered into slaughterhouse to verify the sharpness of butcher's knife. Though I knew I can handle any comment for that pic, good or bad, the boy on the pic was still shivering inside the 4 walls of the frame.

And now that I've uploaded and people having commented on it, feels like I've climbed over a mountain, having left the slope behind. The impact caused by that pic might still take a while to recover from. Even today, when I fall down, the kid inside, hidden deep within me, resurfaces again. That one fall, taught me never to laugh at anyone, even for a joke when they fall.

Its one thing to dwell on the past and a totally different feel to move on. I am not sure where I am currently. But from here I can still see the path that I've crossed over.

Miles to go still...miles to go.

Monday, September 09, 2013

X for - Xperience d kodumai

Kaaththu paathi fattuu meethi
kalanthu seitha kalavai naan

oval faceum urndai baseumaai
vilanga mudiaa shapeum naan

gymmuku sendru..
dietai kondru
udambai kuraikka paarkindren... aanaal

cheesaai thindru
fat utkondu
weightu mattum valargirathay

nontha kumara nontha kumara
naalai exercise seivaaya

kuraintha weightai eedu seiyya
niraiya sweetaai thinbaaya

gundaai neeyum irupathanaal
theepavaliku vedippaaya

thiriyum illai neruppumillai
thirinthay udalum ilaippaaya

nontha kumaaaraaaa....

-- Azhavanthaan

Sunday, September 08, 2013

W for- World of kids

 Kids, like economic classification, segregate themselves into upper class - the brighter ones, middle class - the average ones and lower middle class - the borderliners. The brighter ones, even if they dont manage to get a job on their line of study get into teaching what they were good at studying. The borderliners have the whole world ahead of them and more often than not their best bet turns out to be the last reserve of the front benchers - teaching. And some make very interesting teachers too, making up for what they couldnt grasp as students. Its the middle classers, literally and figuratively who are always stuck between the rock and hard place. They struggle to reach the heights of those ahead of them and also struggle to stay ahead of those behind them. In this forever struggle, those poor kids never get to enjoy anything at all. They are everywhere. They try to get in whichever job they could. They slog their butts off at work and forever keep running just to stay on course on their imaginary race. These are not generic statements. These are what i've seen happening to my class mates. The most interesting one being, my class topper and the guy who flunked out on the major subjects, both working on the same company. The topper guy having secured senior rank and the latter slogging his way through. End of the day, they both make money and both are on same place, a place that ideally should've been driven through to on the strength of what they learnt in their formative years.

Teachers dayvum athuvuma oor ulagam poora teachersa kondaaditu iruku...ithenna sambandhamay ilama oru postunu thinkinga...ivangalta maatikitu muzhiakra kidskaga oru day kooda ila polarukkay..elaam antha feeling thaan. Happy students day makkas :) varushathula oru naal venumna ivangaluku irunthutu pogatum..but micha 364 days studentsku thaan :)

Friday, September 06, 2013

V for - Vidhi valiyathu

Kannada desathula kappam kattama vetrigarama veeru nadai poattu..sorry..flowla vanthiruthu..veeru vandi vittu..vrrooom vrrooomnu veratti kittu vanthitrunthappo...again one mama stopped.

Jaangiri desathulaye jamaaichitom, namma local maams thaanannu my bired started alli vittufying his soga kathai. From vayasaana amma appa to kalyaanathuku nikkara sister varaikkum he used all his asthirams ala senti tamil pada heroine.

Maama ivanoda sentimental thaakuthalla sikki was almost singing "I am a beggar boy" song along with him. Innum oru anju nimisham pesirunthaanna avar purselenthu kaasu eduthu kuduthu petroluku vachukopa solliruparu. Avlo close they became. He was starting his bike when that mama asked
"ellam sari thambi..enga ivlo avasarama poitruntheenga rendu perum"

Adhu varikkum antha conversational silent partnera iruntha vidhi en roobathula velaaadichingarathu pinnar varum.

"Athu onnumilla uncle maama...INOX la gold class ticket vaaagirukom 6 PM show ku..ipovay semma late aaiduthu..ticket waste aaidumaynu thaan we were rushing"

Athukaprum enna nadanthuthu sollanum. Vandi saaviya thooki pocketla potukitu avar vasooluku poitaaru. Kooda iruntha silarai police kitta kenji koothadi roomie was trying to reduce the rate.

The silarai police was very ushaar and asked INOX la parking unday athuku kaasilaama epdinu ketu, managed to pudingify the 60 bucks my roomie had.

"Unkill..Unkill...irukara amount athainaiyum vaangiteengalay..vandia enga nirutahrathu"

"hmmm..nadu roatla niruthu....odiporia ila seize pannatuma..."

Murpagal escaping pirpagal maatings :(

Thursday, September 05, 2013

U for - U turn indri ulle vaa

Few years back, when in banglore, my roomies were on one kshethradam spree and were temple hopping like anything. Forgot the name of that temple...was it ragi malt? ragi mount? it was near Woodlands hotel. My roomie had a pulsar and he his driving skills will put death well circus rider to shame. Wheelay illaama kooda wheeling pannuvaan. Typical banglore driver. He can crawl in and out of any traffic and hardly a day passed without him getting caught by some traffic police or other. At each signal they will seize his licence. Ithukaga "Saami" vivek rangeku will always carry four five copies of his licence. Andhrala ivanku fake licence print adikarathukaga oru small scale industrye iyakkitrukaannu vera arasal purasala kelvi. On that fateful day I was the pillion rider when the police caught him.

By the look he identified him to be an IT guy. He started listing out the rate card.

Microsoft hogi- Six hundred and fifty rubeees
IBM hogitho Four hundred

It took a while for me to realise that, he is telling the penalty based on our place of work. The other two roomies who also got caught on their over speeding bike were bargaining to reduce the amount and ended up paying two hundred. Our traffic police was oray the arguing. My roomie showed his empty wallet and still that guy was reciting his rate card. Finally he turned to me and started oppichifying the same list.

"Microsoft na 650..IBM na 400..."

"Sathiyama...."

Before I could complete "..kaasu illa"

"Oh Sathayam computers....ok..go go..."

Sathyam was in the news for all the wrong reasons courtesy one Mr.Raju about whom ee kaakka kooda kavala padratha theriala.

Anyways...Sathayam ku vantha sathiya sothanainaala anniki kappam kattaama escape aanom. Aaana vidhi valiyathunu seekramavay prove pannithu.

Enna pannithunu adutha postal solren :)

Monday, August 19, 2013

T for - The story of M

Ithu oru sutta pazham post. Its the story of M, as written by his wife. M is a good friend of mine and his life story is pakka padaiyappa script :) Being the 650th post in Supershanki..thought..will make it special by posting about a special person with the script from his own special person :))

Strong,  confident, young and cheery.. how else can i describe about him??  Until  he turned  19, his  life was same as others.   He had the time of his life, when he was in college.  . Being the youngest, MR.M was the “tharuthalai” of the family.  Somehow, he managed to pass the degree in Catering without any arrears. As far as he was concerned he had done the best.  His father and himself were made to believe that, joining Maritime course will help him to seek job in shipping, which turned out to be fake. Having no other option he  continued in the same industry after college.  He struggled for three years on what turned out to be the worst phase of his career, on his very first job itself. Still he braved on, high on the hopes of proving himself one day.

Even today, when he  talks about these experiences he never regrets for that part of his life. He forever in debt to his younger brother, who once while passing by his workplace wanted to meet him and upon witnessing M’s plight at his work place, broke into tears and immediately arranged for a job for him in Insurance sector., M’s  father also felt very guilty that he himself has ruined his son's life by making such a poor decision. Not just for me,  M’s story will be  a good motivator for anyone who wants to come up on their own in  life. I, for one, feels so proud to have such a brave hearted man in my life.

Everyday, i  watch him handle different kind of tense situations, be at home or in office
so coolly and composed. Never does he allow the circumstances to change his mood or lose temper.
When he joined Aviva Insurance company, he was brilliant in capturing people through his words, which was not  a difficult task for him in achieving his target but, in the long run people started to run away from him for the fear of him coercing them into getting insurance.

Through one of his school mates he was able to join an international company in an HR department,  where he started his career in night shifts.  He was being  paid more by the insurance company when he took the offer from the MNC, which was actually offering him less. . It was a make or break decision and this time he made the right one. He didn't want to let go off the opportunity to work in software and joined the MNC  He worked very hard and dedicated the next 4.5 years of his life in that company to make himself strong enough to survive in his newly chosen field.  From there he switched to few other companies and now will you believe he is into IT and is no less than
anyone who has come from an engineering background.  He giggles when anyone asks are you an MCA or MBA.

I am proud to be in his life and i also know that he is highly inspired by his beloved father.  He accepts all the hard days and takes them up as a challenge and i am sure with  this kind of attitude in any man or a women they are bound to be successful in their life.

Saturday, August 17, 2013

S for - saithaan kee bachaa

Namma oor makkaluku hindi teriathungaratha vachu egapatta per nakkaladichitrupanga/kanga. Recent one being Chennai express movie. Aaana hindikaranga Inga vanthu sikki seerazhiyaratha pathi avlo impactfula oru padam innum varalainu thaan thonuthu.

Anyways..last weekla busla poitrunthapo, came across a surprising scene. One kudimagan, was loitering on the footboard. Conductor patiently asked him to step in to the bus. He got irritated and showed his 50 rs ticket and claimed that he is not travelling without ticket. The logic mismatch was evident of his state of mind. Conductor cajoled him saying, he looked like his younger brother and patiently asked him to take a seat. The guy relented under the "love attack" and sat inside. I was pleasantly surprised. Usuala, even if I had been in the position of the conductor, would've given one tight slap and would've kicked the guy out for putting his life and others in jeopardy. And that this guy was at his patience best was a happy experience.

Suddenly there was a commotion.

One Oriya family was arguing loudly with the conductor that he had given them wrong change. They were supposed to be given 8 rs while they had been given only 2 rs. They were two of them and had taken a ticket each. Ithennada visu pada kanakku mathri irukkay nu was wondering and watching the scene. The conductor tried to talk to them in broken hindi and they laughed at him and replied in English. He simply said "ticket turn karo".

Matter is..those manga madayans had bought 9rs ticket and had seen it upside down. Seri, ticketla tamilla print adichirukum..so upside downside teriathu vachukalam. Sidela vara numbers koodava note pannamaatanga. The conductor gave them an earful in tamil and those guys who were so arrogant were blushing in shame.


Itharuku thaan..sollin selvar simbu andrayy paadinaar...

"Vanthaarai vaazha vaikkum oooru...aaadina aapu vaikkum paaru"

Thursday, August 15, 2013

R for - RIP (Riot in Peace)

Ennada romba naala onnum bulbay vaangaliye...ippo thaan powercut prachanai kooda lighta solve aadichaynu yosichathu thaan micham. Itho vanthuten aalampanaa nu alaavudinn padathula vara Asokan mathiri came a situation. Namakagavay senju vachutu ukkanthirukaangala..ilaa naana thaan poitu maatikarenaanu theriala...avvvvvvvvvvvv

Matter is, enga aapecela, if any colleague expires during his tenure with the kambeni, there will be a moment of silence mail from the HR calling for 2 minutes of silent prayer for the departed soul. My damager called me last week.

"Ivan thaanpa SPOC" apdinu he introduced me to one another person, who looked like model for Godrej buearu. Ada..aal paakarathuku gadaparaiya crossla muzhingina mathiri irunthaaru..atha vachu telling.

Nammalauku thaan intha pattam pathavi aasai kedaiyaathay. Ithennada pudu vambunu was wondering when damager himself told.

"Gilsu..pona vaaram namma colleague oruthar eranthutaarnu mail vanthuchulla..avaruku contribution collect panna mail anupanum..Namma teamsku neeye collect pannidu"

He also forwarded the mail that came from HR for reference.

Damager sollita atha thatta mudiyuma illa murukku seedai thaan panna mudiyuma. Promptly sent one kanneer Anjali mail to saga adimais.

"Gils..i the one doubt have" asked one guy.

"Ithula ennada doubtu??"

"Yaar intha aalu? why are we collecting money for him"

"Therilada...namma damager sollirukaratha paatha namma account aala thaan irupaar pola"

"Naan paathathay ilaye..athaan keten"

"Intha aala paatha namma admin team aalu mathiriye irukaaru...avaraiyum romba naala kaanum...oru vela avara irupaaro"

Solli mudikarathukulla...matter forest fire mathiri paravi..people started pouring in...

"Adapavamay..avaruku rendu chinnna pasanga vera irukay..school pora vayasula"

"Kalyanam aaidichaa?"

"deii....refer to previous kostin"

Ipdilaam pala "aiiayaoo..aachaacho" ku nadula...

"Dei..antha aal uyiroda thaanda irukaru..vera kambeni join pannirukaaru" apdi sollitu oru arivaali gundu poattufied.

"Daai...vera kambenila expire aanavangaluku ethukuda namma HR mail anuparanga" nu oru logical loganathan asked.

"adai...aalay vera solren..."

Intha kanpeesanuku nadula one call came.

"alloo ..gils speeeking"

"pinna un foneku call panna obamava pesuvaaru..dei...ennada athu..contribution mail"

"huh...neenga yaarunga?"

"nee yaarukaga contribution collect panrio..avan thaan pesaren...dei...irukaravan poitaanu solli contributionlaam naanga collegelaye pannirukom..aana antha maila enakkay anuppi kaasu keta paaru...ithelaam....un seat enga irukku sollu..nerla vanthu tharen"

"aaha.."Gandhi" note ketta..nehrula varengaraaray...gils rendu vaaram leave...escapeeeee"




Monday, July 22, 2013

Q for -quest for inner peace

Gils seen roaming here and there carrying a bunch of paper.
His damager is sitting in a very somber mood.. (somberi moodnu padicha kambeni poruppu illai).
Knowing that look, Gils knows he is into deep philosophical mood and tries to dabaichify damager by taking a round about route avoiding him.
"Gils...come here"
"Sethaanda sekaru" nu thinkiyavaaray Gils goes to damager.
"Yesh boss"
"Enna ingayum angayum suthitrukka? Ennamo thedra mathiri iruku?"
"ada neenga vera baas...naanay Santhoshema tholaichitu theditruken"
Damager gets that oli vattam above his head whenever he is in appraisal sessions.
He starts giving gyan to Gils about inner peace and how one should search for happiness within oneself and how materialistic the world has become where people always rush about searching for happiness every where else but never at the most easiest of places to check, that is within oneself.
"Itheye thaaan superstar...unakkulla irukkara santhoshatha velila thedaathaa nu paadirukkaru"
"Boss..adthu SPB thaana padinaaru?"
"Gils...seriousa pesitrukarapo mokka podaatha..."
"Bosss...neenga thaan mokka potutrukeenga...Walk - in ku vantha "Santhosh M" oda resume kaanumnu theditruken...neenga ennadaana unakkula thedu santhosh kedaikkumnu ubnyaasam panreenga..."
Damager growls at Gils who rushes away from that place.
After a while, "baaasss...nejamavay enakkulla thaan baas Santhosh M irunthiruku....vera paper nenachitu antha resumea en bagla vachirunthiruken....neenga oru vintage vignaani baaas"

Damager growls again and Gils runs away for dear life.



Thanks a lot  Poonai for nagging me...che..tagging me into this post about "inner peace". What Inner peace means to me apdinu post podanumaam..athaan intha tag oda theme. Inner peace na..ennananaa...mokkai podrathu. If my mokkai makes people kolaveri on me..that means I've successfully messed up their peace. So naan nimmathia thoongiruven :D:D (ithallavo kolgai) More the mokkaiyar...more the inner peace :D

Saturday, July 20, 2013

P for - Prayer

2013 has been a very bad year for music industry.

So many of the yesteryear greats have breathed their last this year.

From Lalgudi Jayaraman to Ramamurthy to PBS to TMS to Vaali one after another the giants of music industry have commenced their onward journey to the place up above.

The heavenly orchestra has just been strengthened like never before. For one of the best lyricist and music composer and the best singers of all time all have gathered there at the same time. No wonder even the sound of thunder has a new raga tone to it nowadays. Maybe the gods themselves have grown so fond of these musicians that they have caused this unseasonal rain in Chennai, just to hear them out.

They may have taken a mortal form which has an expiry date written all over it the day it got formed. But their creations and music are nothing short of magic and are immortal.

A silent prayer for those great souls.

Friday, July 19, 2013

O for - Onnum solrathikilla

Pin varum kathaiyil varum paathiram anda gunda anaithum karpanaiye..nejathila yaaraiyum neraagavo..konaiyaagavo...maraimugamaagavo....kuripidavillai. Any person living or dead, matching these characters are purely and entirely coincidental.

"Hey..oru shocking news!!" - (from now onwards will be known as NNP (nonthu noodlesa ponavanga)

"Ennachu..unakku marriagea?" - frnd 1

"Athu shocking news ilada...electrocuting news...entha appavi sikkinaan" - frnd 2

"grrrr...mokka podama solratha kekareengala...nejamavay shocking news..nethu enakku shock adichuthu theriyuma" NNP tells in one appavithanamaana parithaaba tone.

 "Poi sonnaalum poruntha solanum..unga areala thaan currentay kedayathay aprum epdi shock??" - frnd 1.

"athaana...unga arealalaam innumum roadla theepantham pudichitu thaan night timela makkal nadamaadraanga..unaku mattum engenthu shock adikara alavuku current vanthuchu?? vera relation veetuku poi irunthia?" - frnd 2

"innoru vaati enga area pathi thappa pesineenga...unga rendu peraiyum BAASHa la vara mathiri current kamabathula katti adi pinniduven...oruthi..shock adichithunu solra..epdi irukka ennanu kekama..marana mokka podreenga..neengalam oru frienda..thuuu"

"oohh..sorry sorry..kochikatha..aama shock adichuthu sonniye..ethana unit aachu paathia? bill intha month neria vara poguthu" - frnd 1

"dai..." growls NNP

"ithuku thaan complan kudikanumnu solrathu" - says frnd 2

 "??? complanukum currentkum ennada sambantham??" NNP asks

"athula thaan "po Shock" ku sakthi neria irukaamay...adikadi ad la solraanga...nee power line pudichitu skipping aadina kooda unaku shock adikaathu" - frnd 2

NNP seriously searching for something...

"enna thedra?" - frnd 1

"illa..ippo thaan oru seruppu pinjuthunu thooki potten..atha thaan thedings"

Both friends vanishes in stop block.

With friends like this..!!

Saturday, July 06, 2013

N for - Nalla varuvadaa nee..#yaarukko

Than muyarchiyil satrum manam thalaraatha vikramaadhithan....

Ipdithaan ella vikram vethaalam stories start aagum. Every story would be different and every twist unique and vikram solara every justification and theerpu would be different. Aanaa ..starting eppovumay same.

Intha kathailayum kitta thatta apdi thaan..aana oray diparance ennanaa end result also always same.

"Gils..thayavu senju opice kku timeku vaa" - says the vikramaathithan of the damager.

"Baas...eppo vanthalum athu oru time thaanay baaasss" - says u-know-who, who promptly reaches opice sharp at 12.
"This is twenty much..ozhungu mariathaiya..come by 10.30 tomorrow"
Next day gils reaches opice early and promptly meets the damager to proclaim the claim to fame.

"Dei..opice vara timeaada ithu" damager in full kovams.


"Baass..ithelaam aniyaayam...I am half and hour early than yesterday"
"adapavi...10.30ku vara sonen..11.30ku vanthutu half hour earlynu koosama solriye..nee one hour late da"
"hmmm..glass half empty..half full nu itha thaan periavanga sollirukaanga..."
"seri..nethu mail anuppirunthene..yen reply pannala"
"neenga thaana baaas...reply panna koodathu solirutheenga"
"??naan engada sonen"
"athaan mailla potruntheengalay.."Don't reply all" nu..avlo perusa..bold underlinelaam panni potaprumum unga pecha naan meeruvena"
"adai...reply all pannatha naa yaarukkumay reply poda maatiya....unnalam vachitu..."
Before he goes ballistic gils rushes away from that place.

Hmmmm....oru appavi intha olagathula evlolaam kustapada vendi irukku..enna pannalum kuthamngraangayyaa...avvvvvvvvvvvvvvv

Tuesday, July 02, 2013

M for - Mera bharat mahaan

The great nation of India is peppered with so many a tourist place. Probably the one nation in the whole wide world, that can boast of all kinds of tourists attractions -right from natural scenic beauties to adventurous wonderlands and on top of it all, those fraught with ancient and modern history. This article is about one such place that falls on the latter cadre.
 
Tears of women have created many an epic world over. Sita's tears destroyed Lanka and in due course the base for entire Ramayana. Draupadi's tears destroyed the entire Kuru dynasty which became Mahabharatha. What was the price of Marcella Sherwood's tears?? Probably the end of British rule in India.
 
"Bagh" in many languages means garden, specifically one containing fruit and flower bearing trees. The northern side of India boasts of scores of such gardens and this one in Punjab, is the most famous of them all. For there grew, not just flowers and fruits, but the very seed of our Independence from British rule. Everyone knows the birthdate of Indian independence falls on 15th Aug 1947. But if one has to pinpoint the date it was conceived that would be 13th April 1919. Baisakhi is supposedly a holy day for practising Sikhs and a day of joy and happiness. On that fateful day, 94 years ago, thousands of people gathered on Jallinawala bagh to what would've been yet another public meeting to protest the misrule of British, for few days back the ruling General at that time, ordered Indians to crawl on the streets in front of British women. "These people crawl in front of their gods, they need to know that British women are as sacred as their gods and need to worship them too". From any other person on any other context this would've sounded like a true blood feminist statement. Only that the actions that followed were one of the most gruesome in recorded human history. Without any provocation and just to satisfy his ego, he let loose hell on those hapless thousands.
 
Till date there is no accurate figure on the number of people dead. Sadly and more cruelly, the number of cartridges spent has been well documented. The city of Jerusalem hosts one wailing wall. But every single grain of sand on Jalianwala Bagh cries of the carnage and for those thousands of people who lost their life. Was it that violent mob who attacked Marcella Sherwood and left her to die or was it the sheer act of utter disregard for human life by the British or was it a logistical flaw in the design of that ill-fated garden itself with barely an exit for hosting such a big crowd or was it fear which resulted in stampede that is claimed to have killed more than the bullets themselves. The questions could be numerous as we dig in deep. But one thing is for sure. The moment you step onto that ground, once littered with bullet ridden bodies, whose sands were colored red with the blood of those martyrs, it would be hard to miss the goose bumps and the feeling of sadness that encompasses the entire premise. Even the most neutral of person would feel electrified with patriotic fervor just by standing at that very place which forms the birth ground of Indian Independence.
 
This 6.5 acre of blood soaked history is located near the Golden temple shrine at Amritsar and is one of the must visit places for those who want a taste of Indian history.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

L for - Lost

When you loose something that has been a part and parcel of you how do you react?

Sad?
remorse?
frightened?
grief?
helpless?

Ipdi adukikittay pogalam. Aprum postku content thetha mudiyama thaan ipdi line by line adikarengara unmai terinjidum.

Matter of the subject is, general tendency of reaction over a personal loss would be some or all of those listed above right? But I the felt overjoyed today over something that I realised lost from me.

6 years back on one fateful day I bought a corduroy jeans from a Live-in factory outlet. At that time itself it was a tight fit for me. I had worn it only a few times and after a while I outgrew the cloth :) (itha vida deejenta weight potutennu solla mudiathu nenakren :D )

Cut to circa yesterday.

After my sis complained to mom that something might have been dead or dying in my clothes bureau, mom raised red flag and I was given two choices - either to clean my bureau or to clean my bureau. Armed with enough ammo to tackle any alien substance that might rustled during operation cupboard clean, I rummaged through my dress shack and what else, but the same old corduroy's were the first one to tumble out. I threw it on to the bunch of clothes to be given away only to find them back on the bureau. Was stunned for a while at my forgetfulness and kept them away for the second time and was shocked to see them again inside my cupboard. This time it was followed by a stern voice, "Don't you dare throw them out". I argued with mom that they were never a comfortable fit even then and I wouldn't fit on them even half my size. She challenged me to try them once and threw them if my case is proved and went away. As you might've guessed already, they were a perfect fit!!
I was sweetly(sweetlessly rather..becoming calorie conscious you see) surprised to fin myself fit on to those very jeans and felt quite comfy too.

Back to the first line.

Loosing anything might definitely cause all those emotions and reactions listed above. But losing weight only brings in cheer. Time to ring in the old and try out those unwearables again. Yayy!! :))

P.S: oru pazhaya pant thirumba fit aanathuku ivlo alapparaiyaanu kekaravangaluku...weight potutu reduce panni parunga..appo thaan you will know what it means to transform from a "football-under- cricket ball" shape to something remotely human :)

Saturday, June 15, 2013

K for - Kutti tag

Avvvv....epdilaam title vachu post thetha vendi iruku....intha ABCD post seriesku title vachu maaallaala.

Define yourself in 6 words. Athaan intha tag oda special tea.

This post has been published as a part of ‘CBC’s Six-Word Memoir Tag’. Read previous post by poonai here
Poonai is - Vidhyalakshmi Devanathan by name;
Singer with fame;
Potti thatting for profession;
Painting theevira obsession;
Trekker by passion;
Hair style always in fashion;
Blogger with a purpose;
Photosku tharuvaa pala pose;
Complete entertainment set...and
Enga ellaroda chella pet :D



Now to me in 6 words...ennatha solrathu...epdi paathalum rendu wordku mela thera maatenguthu..hmmm!!

Already sonnathu thaan...repeet telecast.

Atcharam Pisagaathu..Altogether Pisagiya..Agmark Gemini.

Ippo "passing the baton"  section.

Intha seriesla aduthu post poda poravangala pathi solanumna..

Ivanga Bar ku povanga aana thanni adikka ila..
FACEBOOKla  logo thavira like podatha sectionay kedayaathu..
Paakarathuku jothikavayum geneliyaavaiyum mixie la poaatu adicha maathri iruppennu avangalay sollirukaanga
She is our dear vakeelamma who blogs  here

Monday, June 10, 2013

J for - Jawani Deewani

One advantage of suttufying scenes from already superhit movies is that, if done in the right mixture, they rarely fail. For those scenes would've been the very reason the other movies would've become hits.

This weekend, went for Yeh Jawani hai Deewani movie. Deepika, Ranbir, Kalki, Aditya roy kapur, Faroq sheikh and it was a glittering star cast to say the least. The movie had positive reviews from almost all the papers and critics and being Karan johar's production it was hardly surprising. Even the crappiest of movies from Dharma productions gets rave reviews always. What pulled me to the movie was undoubtedly Deeps. She looks so refreshing on each movie and is always a treat to watch. In this movie, she has tried to pull a "Priety" ala Kal ho na ho carrying the same name "Neyna" and even the "chasmish" tag name. Like the zingy Zinta from the movie, she too doesn't smile till almost halfway into the first half. With apparently no reason, other than falling in love with Ranbir, a timid, reserved Deeps, turns into an extrovert in the space of 2 songs and one senti scene. For that matter oru characterkum depthay kedayathu padathula. They are shallow at best. Deepa doesn't do justice to the serious half of her role and is almost always carrying an amused look wondering how to look serious. With those killer dimples its impossible to be so :) She is a hoot in Balam Pichkari song and the chase sequence. And as always, she dances like a dream and once she is back to her torn jean shorts and loose tees and shirts, its back to normal sleepwalking role of a modern girl gone wild and rocks big time. But no clue for her change of heart in second half when she accepts Ranbir's love proposal with hardly any question. And the only condition that she lays down, drags the movie for another half hour which I felt was totally unnecessary. Just to tie the loose end involving Ranbir - step mom equation, the movie loses big time on a decent ending. The romantic proposal in the end hardly has any romance and is more staright forward. Still it works big time due to the sizzling chemistry between the lead pair. Had it been for any other lead pair, wonder if the movie would've worked out this big, already having grossed a billion rupees within week one.

Kalki Koechlin looks as ragged as a rag picker in first half and blossoms into typical karan johar heroine on sec half and looks a million bucks. She is madly in love with Aditya roy kapur in the initial few scenes and seeing his Casanova nature dumps him. Adi kapur does a Faran Akthar and almost looks like him from some angles. Whether he is a gambler lost on his luck or some really bad alcoholic loser...kadaisi varaikum puriala. Faroq sheikh does a neat role as a doting father. Music is awesome. The intro song featuring Madhuri and Ranbir is rocking and Balam pichkari grows on you and the video is a sure plus. But the chartbuster which takes the top honors is Battameez dil. Choreographer deserves a special mention. Dance movements are awesome and amazingly fast. Now to the hero..Ranbir kapoor.

True to his lineage, he is the next big thing from the Kapoor clan. He oozes charm like his dad and his dance moves have a crazy energy like shammi kapoor. In senti scenes as well as comic, he imitates raj kapoor a lot and pulls it off too. To top it all he dances like a dream and carries himself with ease amidst all girls. No wonder all the girls were drooling to their dupattas. Of the current crop, he has definitely established himself as the next superstar and with each movie his stardom is surely growing leaps and bounds. His chemistry with Deeps is pretty neat and their comfort translates easily on screen. His clever choice of movies also helps big time.

There are some witty one liners in the movie. But the person who stole the show was not present on the movie but rather was on the audience. There was a kid who set the floor rolling with laughter with its innocent queries. The timing was such that, even sentiment scenes turned into howlers.

Gils verdict - Though the movie was a mix of so many favourite movies of mine, two dialogues stood out for the movie. In the second half of the movie, Kalki wonders, how fast have they grown up and wishes they were still young. And Deepika advises Ranbir that, how much ever we chase our dreams, we need to realise that, in the end, not all dreams can be achieved and we should take a call on to leave some of them. It was a pretty simple one liner, but was pretty neat and deep I felt. I often rush around wanting to check mark everything I've on my list and more often than not, it turns out to be a mere tick and I loose out on the experience in the rush. May be, its not worth just to've your name etched on the finishers list, without having really gone through the details. For sure it might mean spending more time but, if the experience is worth it, then why not? Interesting thought to wind up the week :) catch you soon on another mokkai :)

Sunday, June 09, 2013

H - for haiiooo haiooo

Baashai teriaatha oorla namma makkal podra scene irukkay :) typicall theriyum..ivan namma oor kaara paya thaannu..
I met my first room mate in Banglore courtesy an incident like this.

It was my first trip to Bengalooru and having trouble navigating within singara Chennai itself, I was kind of wondering how will I kuppai kottify in the jelabi desam. I boarded the bus from Majestic to commence the first of my numerous trips on the same route to Kempfort.
Being my first ever trip outside of Chennai, I was super terrified on the 6 hour train journey to catch a wink of sleep and zombie walked myself to the bus stand after asking for direction from every single person on the station.
"Kodihalli hogithini??"
Asked one abala kural. Till date my kannada hasn't reached a state to understand if that was a question or an answer.
"Kodihalli hogithini?" asked the same voice again. Pencilla kodu poata mathiri oru body. Antha bodyoda framework thaandi rendu sideum extend aagara mathiri oru kannaadi. Oru maasa quotava oray naalula use panni vazhichi vaari kalaichi vitta thalai. Bharathiraja padathula vara hero mathiriye irukaanaynu manasukulla was laughing and looking at his hair style made me realise my own noodle stack was no less stylish. The conductor mean while replies in staccato-ish kannada to that guy.
The look on that guy's face clearly told that avanuku oru atcharam kooda purialanu. Still he didn't give up. Again he asked "Kodihalli hogithini?"
This time the conductor sudhaarichified.
"Tamizha?"
"Aaamanga" and his face lit up like ECE bulb.
"Ethana thadava solrathu...Bussu..Kodihalli pogum pogumnu..pottiya thooki ulla vaiyaa firstu"
Thuli kooda vekkamay padama oru asattu siripoda he boarded the bus. Little did the conductor knew he had just invited the future APAC delivery unit head of Oracle corporation.

Atleast, after a decade of being in Banglore he would've picked up titbits of kannada is what one would be hoping. Oyr recent meet proved it wrong. We met for a lunch meet and he wanted to order hot water.
"Basss...bisi neeru?"
The waiter replied back again in chaste kannada that he will bring hot water.
Our hero didn't give up. With all the patience in the world, he asked again "Bass...bisi neeru?"
Immediately the waiter asked.."ennapa..tamizha?"

Athepdithaan kandupudikaraangalo theriala :D