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 :)