naren's Muse

Atonement-if it is....

2010-11-11T02:42:00.000-08:00

Atonement to days and days of insignificant living is a mirage. To dwell on that is frustration.
Life is about women wine and song. Life has always been a song. Wine joined next and has been an integral part always. Woman (singular) joined off late and life is only more song with more dulcet tunes. I am really not aware if a sudden heavy riff would in barge in, as in so many instances in the past, and lead to various genres of song in life. The inability, to differentiate music as against noise and vice versa and the ensuing predicaments sums up life. Love it or not, songs, whatsoever it indeed is, undeniably a sound at all time, set my life sail. Having a bit of wine dooms the dulcet tune and asks for sounds to hit your nerves. Taking a bit more than a bit of wine will request the dulcet tunes be back to act as a masseuse for your brain and body. Any more of wine is just silence. Silence-the best music. The sheer glory of music is that its absence can also be the perfect music. It is least a thing to happen with any other entity and never with Human beings. Silence is what everyone ponders. They keep searching day in and day out every bit of it, before they resolutely find it in a 6*3 naught. It is available in lots out there finally.

Ultimate star

2010-09-02T05:37:00.000-07:00

To yearn to write and to not do so every time you try to is so depressing. How many times is that?
But do not miss the trigger points.
Mankkatha Teaser.
Dei Velila vaada. Ennada velaaadureh.
“Mankkaatha “
“Podaangooooo”.
Padam varattum.

God

2010-02-24T04:58:00.000-08:00

Need to write on this.

For all my waning interests on cricket these days always had pride being the closest generation who grew all along the powerful trio sachin,Ganguly and Dravid. And undoubtedly "The God does" exist . Innumerable peers who went on to herald as new age half baked commentators/expert opinion makers a la Statisticians can find a pole for themselves. Pure bliss is one word for all experiences with the God.

Ur Thala, My Ass.......

2010-02-16T05:14:00.000-08:00

I do not know what it wants for anyone to purge all inhibitions and write and share.

Seeing Asal with half into you and not even in half your senses only was such bilious.

As if it was not enough, his ridiculous speech at a public function and over reaction to that by many, heralded by non other than another lunatic out there.

In a previous public function of the same sorts, thaanai thalaivan, Annan Goundamani nails perfectly such idiots. it is about the gad end of this video.

The problem with this guys i thought was that they are able to get stupid producers and insipid directors to make movies out of them.

But these people are far more dangerous.

These idiots are very much aware that cinema and politics in Tamil scenario is inseperable. But the problem kick starts only when they failed to understand the relationship between cinema and politics with particular reference to time frames. Yes people have gone on to become CMs in this state. For these guys cinema aided them, more heavily in the case of MGR.

But these loony idiots comfortable have ony picked the fact that movies can make you reach unimaginable heights. What they failed to understand was it will never take them to undeserved heights.

Without an iota of this clarity they went on making movies glorifying themselves to the extent at times to directly question existing political establishments. And for such idiots to pose like sincere straight-forward guys and other loonies to applaud him as Aambalai etc are just irritating. So does that mean that all these movies were just made without any intentions or even the inherent sincerety required. Nalla varuthu vaayila.

Rajinikanth realised all these in the harshest way possible.(Am a big fanatic of Rajini the actor/Entertainer) And he did turn a role model for other people. Either people slowed down their poltiical motives. forgot their political motives. Or rather envisaged other means to feed theory political motives. Very rarely did someone like Vijayakanth take it dare on. For all the comedy piece he might turn out to be in TN politics, he indeed was so open in his intention all starting right from his movies.

But times have changed so dynamically that these loonies are entirely lost in terms of their undeserved larger dreams. Doing politics in TN is not a easy job and not so easy to the extent that you can act as bad as in movies like Asal and still do politics.Ivanellam oru aalu nu ivanukku ivlo ezhutha vera. Adichi thorathanum ivanai yellam.

What is it all about.

2009-12-17T05:00:00.000-08:00

It’s time to decide. It’s always time to decide.
Will world order change if for a change we decide not to decide on anything at all?
And just keep the flow of life.
The accompaniment to a decision is to change course. To whatever degree it may be.
It is entirely acceptable that you are just doodling with life. But still you do it so relishing.
Then why take harsh decisions to alter it?
Is it the supposed attachment that guides us to decide and keep altering and be unsettled as ever?
So where does all these attachments lead to?
An autobiography of yours which for all reason you may never write?
Or is it to eschew the brickbats of a worthless world?
Or is it that desire to be in all?
Questions? Questions? Questions?
Care about answers eh.
And things get quirky complex when decisions are to be made for the betterment of everyone.
Because you assume you know what betterment for everyone is?
And it is as simple that the decisions you make does not change the course of others an iota is the best.
Deeds are always acknowledged and accounted. No doubt you ought to have about this.
Methods of acknowledgement and accounting need not be per se your interest.
Even worse you may not be even aware of the system of acknowledgement and accounting.
So comfortable to assume that deeds are dead ones once they are done.
Deed that are done and alternatively that are not done both are dead beyond a time.
They shall rise at different occasions only to vituperate you.
As to understand how the deeds done were no better off than that deed having been not done and the deed not to have been done were mistakes in life and how they are just another slip to glory had that deed been done .
But either done or not done, nothing can be undone.
And no one shall perish about that.
Wait life got more iffier if not tougher situations.
When you ought to be doing a deed you are indeed doing something else.
The deed you ought to do is partially decided by you though.
Nevertheless the large part of that compulsion is again the betterment of everyone.
This everyone and this betterment you are entirely not aware of.
But you can be held at responsibility for lack of such deed doings.
But the nemesis for any recalcitrant is himself.
You succumb to the recalcitrant. And that’s how you end up not doing the needed to be done deed.
And as ever it shall rise at appropriate future to haunt you.
The benefit of doubt of such situations shall be mercilessly decided to our favor
It is Hypocrisy, Convenience, Breaking the conventions. An entire foolish world shall interpret and attribute you the above as such things.
To gauntlet such a world a little bit and more of oneself is seemingly life.
Sari than poda. Life starts with such self appraisals.

I love Vettaikaran

2009-12-11T07:20:00.000-08:00

Watching a movie like Yogi, when life is already calling for full is a painful experience.

I want Entertainment.

Result. Come whatever I want to see vettaikaran first day .

தனி(த்)தல்

2009-12-03T05:10:00.000-08:00

உன்னிதழோடு
என்னிதழ்
எண்ணி தழல்.

தனிமை தருணங்களில்
தவித்ததுண்டு காதலுக்காய்
காதல் தருணங்களில்
கருகினேன் தனிமையில்.
பெண் மயில் நீயே காரணம்
பேதை என் வாழ்வின் பூரணம்.

சின்னதாய் சிரிக்கும்
சின்ன பெண்
சிறிதாயினும் சிந்திப்பாளா?
சிரியன் நான் சிதறிபோவேன் .
சிந்தைக்கெட்டாது
சிந்தியது தேனா? பாலா ?

Spirit- A Kick Story

2009-12-02T04:57:00.000-08:00

Deducing life out of every day is a mission in life.
Some days are mission impossible.
Nevertheless spirit doesn’t die.
Yes as a last resort get the spirit and bring back all life.
Here I come.
Socializing with spirit is a humane boon.
We are such bane on humane that we don’t socialize with animals. Yes, everyone other than the gang is animals.
They lack spirit.
We bemoan such spiritless life.
But where’s the gang and where’s the spirit?
Why is it missing?
Is it a process of Evolution?
I want to be a paramecium only.
Or lack of occasion. Occasions are just excuses. And excuses are abundant.
It is Just that someone need to kindle the spirit.
Buying spirit is damn easy.
Bringing spirit is becoming difficult.
Time will definitely percolate the spirit along.
Time shall wait for none. Everyone shall not wait with Time.
Till then let’s hold and move on to the individual spirits.
Towards the Day again all spirits will burst, boom and boisterously beam the spirit of the gang.

PS1:
Spirit (Noun) 3 of various Available Meanings
: 1)an attitude or principle that inspires, animates, or pervades thought, feeling, or action
2)vigorous sense of membership in a group
3)Alcohol.
PS2: I leave it to the reader’s judgment to appropriate the usage of Spirit word.

Written just to write something after a long time, no agenda....

2009-10-13T07:58:00.001-07:00

The valiance to validate, intriguingly impartially insightfully, your own life is an ultimatum. Not easily achievable though. Social order places checkpoints in roads you travel to validate and verify that you are not actually lost. Damn are those who want to be lost. Incidentally when constantly proving thyself is a necessity rather than a need you need all those right check points at the right times. Side lanes at times present better options than ordered roads. But for a small time though after which you only stagnate and stink. Heralding the news of new order, messiahs if you are new roads will be created and named after you. When being oneself is of the least concern why bother about leaving names. Damn are those who want to be lost. To rampantly retaliate at the remorse that one beholds is no way a solution. Ravenously reinventing self will always work wonders. However it is a mighty task and requires lot of anger and attitude. The anger to question the existence and the attitude to stay afloat without even trying to find the answer to those angry questions. Or further to deny even the existence of such angry questions. All you get is a mark of the guy with the attitude. Good for some, bad for most. Worst for one’s own self. Anger should persist and thwart attitude’s overt display. Life does provide ample reminders towards that. Check points you see. Life, like one’s nakedness, can’t be bared to everyone. Need to dress up for people and occasions. If at all you want be all bare and naked, runaway to the place you are not unacceptable. Get Lost. Damn are those who want to be lost.

Deepavali

2009-10-13T06:58:00.000-07:00

It might entirely backfire, but immensely looking forward this one.

NOW THAT

2009-08-26T06:38:00.000-07:00

Now that we are still resisting from seeing kandasamy tells us maturing in terms of movie watching.

This one really got mixed reviews and maybe we will view leisurely.
But the problem with this and erstwhile Dasavatharam kind of Mega budget movies is, what is the point of all the hype about it when you critically miss one or more aspects entirely unattended? Music, if not grandeur, at least not even a decent one is a real sore thing in these movies. And some more woes (vikram singing almost all songs is a case) and what we get is a sloppy final product.

Watched kaminey. A good watch it was.
But definitely it is not as great as all the great reviewers glorify. You have seen these characters, style, loads of time in loads of foreign movies. I don’t know whoever will not be interested in hearing a Heavy Guitar riff to settle before some heavy actions starts. And here Vishal does so many such clever moves. And that’s it and doesn’t stand anything else to be a cult or a redefinition of movie making.

Harris Jeyaraj has this uncanny knack of recycling his stock tunes with loads of international music strewn in. But something about keeping it all mellow with right choice of instruments make a song or two of his interesting. The latest hasilie fisilie from aadhavan is one such. You get to listen some strands of kadhal desam in the interludes, plus some inspired humming from rise up towards the end. But heck it is addictive and is on loop. And yea it doesn’t interfere with your concentration on work. That is good.

There are incidents which happen in life, such trivial for the moment, yet speak loads about the path we are treading. It sometime is like unbecoming of all what you think are. Chances to learn are there though.

nothing is Sacred

2009-07-09T07:14:00.000-07:00

The best part of my whatsoever life so far, was when I used to live as nothing is Sacred. The Mayirae poachu life. Need to get back the grove.

writing

2009-06-30T08:18:00.000-07:00

writing is not my profession. so Writers block doesnt' apply to me. But still updating this blog was a struggle for the last month. Couldn't type a word or so. My Blogging frequency isn't that great. The real reason for cribbing is that there is so much you want to write. And simply you couldn't do that. MJs death. That was real shocking. Didn't know why was i kinda depressed on seeing that news. Because he was the sole reason why I looked beyond tamil film music. He more than entertained us.

Saw nadodigal. Blame it on the lack of release offlate or the duds that have been released so far the movie was highly watchable. And it was after a long time i could see some long continuous audience applause being part of the movie watching. especialy the sequence where a betrayer girl is being beaten the applause skyrocketed. Pala paer pala bulb hal vaangi irupaanga pola.

Markets are deadly volatile. And it takes my profession to attribute all glitzy reasons to all these sans human irrationality.

friends yet another time are calling for a vacation in a foreign land. something i feel peccadillo about this stops me from consenting every time. This time too.

And wedding bells for real friends. Very Happy and awaiting mine.

ஆட்டோகிராப் ii

2009-06-30T06:54:00.000-07:00

வீடு வந்து பல் மட்டும் துலக்கி விட்டு எட்டு இட்லி யும் மூன்று தோசைகளையும் சாப்பிட்டு டி யும் குடித்து விட்டு ஸ்டார் மூவிஸ் இல் ஒரு அட்டுப் படம் பார்த்துக்கொண்டிருக்க்ம்போதே எப்பொழது தூங்கினேன் என்று தெரியவில்லை.

விவேகாவின் சத்தத்திற்கு தான் சற்றே கண்கள் சிமின்டின.

பிரபாவுக்கு தெரியுமா ஆன்டி செய்திஎன்றாள்.

எனக்கே இப்ப தான் நீ சொல்றே, அப்பறோம் எப்படிமா அவனுக்கு தெரியும்.

"சாப்பாட்டுக்கு கூட எந்திரிக்க வேண்டாமா.மணி 3 ஆகுது".

"விடும்மா ஹாஸ்டல் ல என்னத்த தூங்கி இருக்க போறான் .தூங்கட்டும்".

ஹாஸ்டல் களிலும் இது போலவே கண்கள் திறக்க மறுக்கும் பொழுதுகளில் கண்களை ஏமாற்றாமல் தூங்கி கொண்டே இருந்த தருணங்கள் எராலம். இங்கே திறக்க மறுத்த கண்களை திறந்த சிறகதித்துக்கொண்டிருந்த மனது வென்று திறக்க வைத்து. உடனே எழுந்து போனால் அசிங்கமா இருக்கும். கொஞ்சம் நேரம் கழிச்சி போவோம். அரை மணி நேரம் விட்டம் பார்த்துக்கொண்டே இருந்தேன். காலையில் பார்த்த படத்தில் கிளைமாக்ஸ் பார்த்தோமா இல்லையா? அட்லீஸ்ட் 2 பேப்பர் னா தேருவோமா? அவ வந்து எவ்ளோ நேரம் ஆகி இருக்கும்? டக்குனு கிளம்பிடுவாளோ? லைட் ஆ பசிக்குதோ? எல்லாம் யோசித்து முடிக்கையில் 30 நிமிடம் ஓடி விட்டது.

இல்ல ஆன்டி நான் டிவி பார்த்துக்கிட்டு இருக்கேன் நீங்க படுங்க என்றால் விவேகா.

எழுந்து வந்து ஒரு நோட்டம்.

அம்மா "வாப்பா சாப்பிடுவோம்".

"நீயும் சாப்பிடலையா? அடம் பிடிப்பியே சாப்பிட".

"நல்லா கொட்டிகிட்டு ஊர சுத்திகிட்டு இருக்கியா"? இது விவேகாவிடம்.
"
ஆமா...காலேஜ் கண்ஃபர்ம் ஆகிதிச்சு"

"ஹிந்துஸ்தான் காலேஜ் லே பயோ டெக்னாலஜி ஜாய்ன் பண்ணுறேன்"

"உங்க நைனா சீட்டை வாங்கிட்டாரா?".

"ஆமா செப்டம்பர் ல கோர்ஸ் ஸ்டார்ட் ஆகுது."

"சரி நான் மூஞ்சி கழுவிட்டு வரேன்." என்று சட்டை செய்யாதவனாய் நான் திரும்பிய போது ஒரே வண்ணமயமாக தோன்றியது. எல்லம் மனதிற்குள் சிறகடித்துக் கொண்டிருந்த பட்டாம்பூச்சிகளின் வண்ணங்கள்.

பாத்ரூமில் ஏனோ 2 நிமிடம் கண்ணாடியையே பார்த்து கொண்டிருந்துவிட்டேன்.

முகத்தில் ஒரு புன்னகை மறைய மறுத்தது போலவே தோன்றியது.

முகத்தை கழுவிவி்ட்டு மறுபடியும் சீரியஸ் ஆக வெ மூஞ்சி இருப்பதை போல கண்ஃபர்ம் பண்ணிவிட்டு வெளியில் ஹால் வந்தேன்.

"நீங்களும் உக்காருங்க ஆன்டி, நான் பரிமாறுறேன்."

"இல்லம்மா நீ பேசிகிட்டு இரு, நான் அவனுக்கு பரிமாறிகிட்டு உக்கார்றேன்"

"பாசம் ல"

"யாரு இல்லை னா?" என்றாள்

"ஹாஸ்டல் ல தான தங்க போற?வா வா நல்லா கொழுத்துப்போய் இருக்கல்ல. நல்லா வத்தலும் தொத்தலுமா ஆக்குவாங்க வா"

"நீ அப்படி ஆகவே இல்லையே"

"நாங்க வெளியிலயும் வெட்டுவோம்ல"

உங்க பெரியம்மா வீடு அங்க தான இருக்கு. இது அம்மா.

"ஆமா ஆன்டி ஆனா அது ரொம்ப தூரம் போல காலேஜுக்கு."

சாப்பிட்டு முடித்து எழும் போதெ அம்மா, "படுத்துக்கோப்பா,ரெஸ்ட் எடு.நான் லேடிஸ் கிளப் வரை போயிட்டு வந்துடறேன்"

"இல்லை தூக்கம் வராது. நான் அப்படியே ஒரு ரவுண்ட் பசங்கள பார்த்துட்டு வந்துடறென்."

"சேர்ந்துக்குவாங்கப்பா. அந்த ஆடிட்டோரிய படிகளிலயே உட்கார்ந்துக்குவாங்க. அப்படி என்ன தான் இருக்கோ அந்த இடத்துல?" என்று அங்கலாய்த்தாள் விவேகா.

ஒரு வெற்று மௌனம்.

"சரி ஆன்டி நான் கிளம்புறேன்.அம்மகிட்ட நீங்க ரெடி னு சொல்லி வர சொல்லுறேன்"

"சரிம்மா. சாயங்காலம் வா"

"சாயங்காலம் எல்லாம் இப்ப லான் (lawn) ல தான் ஆன்டி இருக்கிறது"

"நீ கிளப்பில இல்ல அந்த ஆடிட்டோரிய படிகள்ல தான இருப்ப பிரபா"

மறுபடியும் மௌனம்.

"பை ஆன்டி.பை பிரபா"

கிளப்புக்கும் ஆடிட்டோரிய படிகளுக்கும் இடையே இருப்பது தான் இந்த லான்.

ஆட்டோகிராப்....

2009-05-11T06:37:00.000-07:00

எழுத்தில் ஆர்வம் மிகுந்த விட்ட தருணம் முதலே உள்ளக்கிடக்கையை அப்படியே எழுதி விட வேண்டும் என தோன்றும். எனினும் உண்மையை பட்டவர்த்தனமாய் உலகுக்கு சொல்ல இயலாதது ஆணித்தரமாய் தடுத்துவிடும. அதற்கு நானே அமைத்துக் கொண்ட காரணம் உலகம் உண்மையை திரித்து புரிந்து கொண்டுவிடுமேன்பது. ஆனால் சமீபங்களில் உலகு பற்றிய பயங்கள் அற்று போகின்றன. ஏனென்று தெரியவில்லை. உள்ளத்தில் உள்ளதை எழுத தயங்குவதில்லை இப்பொழுதெல்லாம்.

பெண்கள் பல வாறாய் ஆக்கிரமிக்கின்றனர் நம் வாழ்வை. தாய், தங்கை தோழி ஏன் பல உருவகங்களில் அது. மீண்டும் பொக்கிஷ டைரியில் எங்கோ எப்போழ்தோ கிறுக்கியது.

சாப்பிட்டாயா?
பாசமொழுக கேட்கும் தாயிடமும்
பணமிருக்கிறதா? போதுமா?
அக்கறையாய் கரையும் தந்தையிடமும்
டேய், வண்டியை பொதுவா ஓட்டு ,
மரியாதையாய் மிரட்டும் தங்கையிடமும்
பிரச்சனை ஒன்றுமில்லையே ?
நல்வாழ்விற்கு பயப்படும் அண்ணனிடமும்
கூட பகிர்ந்து கொள்ள இயலாத
என்னை கொன்று வதைக்கும்
சிற்சில உணர்வுகளுக்காகவே,
ஏன் முழுமையையும் உன்னிடம் பகிர்ந்திடவே
நீ என்னை காதலிக்க விழைகிறேன்.
காதலிப்பாயா?
காதலி!

இவ்வாறாக மனம் காதலை நாடும் என்றுமே. அவவென்னத்திற்கு நீரூற்றி விடும் வண்ணமாக சில பெண்கள் மனதின் கதவு வரை வந்ததுண்டு. கதவுகள் திறக்காமல் போஎனது ஏனென்று தெரியவில்லை. ஆனால் கதவு வரை வந்து , தட்டி விட்டு சென்ற அந்த சுவடுகள் இனிமை. சுருங்காத சொன்னால் இது எனது ஆட்டோகிராப்.

ஆட்டோகிராப் I

சீர்கேடான வாழ்விலும் தவிர்க்க முடியாத இன்பம் ஒவ்வொரு முறையும் கல்லூரி ஆண்டு விடுமுறைக்கு வீடு வருவது.

வீடு வருவதில் ஒரே வருத்தம் அதற்கு சற்று முன் எழுதியிருக்கும் தேர வழியே இல்லாத பரீட்சை.

மயிரே போச்சு. இன்னும் இரண்டு மாதம் விடுமுறை. அதன் பின்னரே, எனக்கு தெரிந்த தேர்வு முடிவுகள் வரும். அப்படியே வந்தாலும் பாஸ் என்று இது வரை ஒற்றை வார்த்தையில் சொன்னது போலவே சொல்லிவிடலாம். ஏனோ அப்பாவும் சரி அம்மாவும் சரி அதற்கு மேல் கேள்வி கேட்பதே இல்லை.

இந்த முறையும் மங்களூர் மெயில் ஏறி அமர்ந்தாயிற்று. நினைவுகள் நிலையின்றி ஏதேதோ பற்றி திரிந்து கொண்டிருந்தது. மனதை ஒருமுகம் படுத்த முருக கடவுளை போற்றவும், வாழ்த்தவும் அறிந்திருந்த இரு செய்யுள்களை சிரத்தையுடன் சொல்ல முயன்றேன். முருகனை தவிர அனைத்தையும் மனதில் நிறுத்த முடிந்தது.

அதில் பளிச்சென நின்றது நாளை விவேகா வீடு வரை வருவாளா. இல்லை நாம் ஏதேனும் காரணம் சொல்லி அவள் வீட்டிற்கு போகலாமா? இருவரும் இருவர் வீட்டுக்கும் இதற்கு முன்னர் பல முறை அந்நியோனிய முறையில் சரளமாக புழங்கியதுண்டு.

ஆனால் பருவத்தின் மாற்றங்கள் அந்நியோனத்தை அந்நியம் ஆக்கி விடுகிறது.

அவளை பார்க்கும் போதெல்லாம் ஒரு பரவசம் வந்துவிடுகிறது இப்பொழுது.

அவளுக்கு என் மீது எப்போதும் அப்படியே.

சென்ற முறை அன்னியோனத்தின் ஆதாரத்தில் அவளை சந்தித்து அளவளாவி கொண்டிருந்த பொது அருகில் சம்மனங்கால் போட்டு அமர்ந்து " ஏய் இன்னும் ரெண்டு வாரத்தில் +2 பரீட்சைகள் ஆரம்பிக்குது எதுனா டிப்ஸ் குடுப்பா "என்றாள்.

நல்லது சொல்வேன் என்ற அவள் நம்பிக்கையை பாழடிக்காமல் "மேத்ஸ் ல மட்டும் 200 கண்டிப்பா எடுத்திடு . மத்ததெல்லாம் தன்னால நடக்கும்" என்றேன்.

ஆர்வமாய் கேட்டவள் சட்டென முகம் சிறுத்து "உன் அளவுக்கு எனக்கு மூளை இல்ல பா"

"நான் கூட 200 எடுக்க முயற்சி தான் செய்தேன். எடுக்கவில்லை. 198 தான் வந்துச்சு. இருந்தாலும் அதுவும் போதும். நீயும் அப்படியே முயற்சி பண்ணு."

"இல்ல இல்ல அவ்ளோ எல்லாம் எடுக்க முடியாது"

இல்லை உன்னை நீ முதலில் நம்ப வேண்டும் என்று நீதி போதனை எல்லாம் சொல்வதாய் இல்லை நான்.

"எழுதறத எழுது. அதுகேத்த மாரி பார்த்துகலாம். இன்ஜினியரிங் , மெடிக்கல் தவிர எவ்வளவோ சாய்ஸ் இருக்கு " என்றேன்.

சட்டென முகம் மலர்ந்தவளாய் "உங்க காலேஜ் ல அந்த மாதிரி சாய்ஸ் இருக்கா?" என்றாள்.

"நிறைய உண்டு "

"என்ன மாதிரி எல்லாம்?"

"பையோடெக் , ஆர்க்கிடெக்ச்சர், எல்லாம்..."

"பையோடெக் படிச்சா நல்லதா?"

இப்படியாக பேச்சின் போக்கு சென்றது என்னை அறியாமலேயே எனக்குள் எரிச்சலை உண்டுபண்ணிவிட்டது போல.

"முதல் ல வர்ற பரீட்சையை நல்லா எழுது. மத்ததெல்லாம் அப்புறம் பார்க்கலாம் " என்றேன் சற்றே எரிச்சலாக.

சட்டென எழுந்து சமையலறையுள் இருந்த அம்மாவுடன் பேச சென்றாள்.

நான் டிவி ரிமோட்டை குடைய ஆரம்பிதேன்.

ஜோதிகா ஆடிக்கொண்டிருந்த ஆட்டத்திற்கு அடங்கியது என்னுடைய ரிமோட் உடனான ஊடல்.

ஜோதிகா வின் ஆட்டத்தில் குவிந்தது என் முழு கவனமும்.

மின்னலென முன்வந்து நின்றால் விவேகா ஜோதிகாவை மறைத்துக் கொண்டு.

"லூசு நவுரு , பாட்டை பார்க்கணும் "

"பாட்டை கேட்டா போதுமே.அதான் கேட்குதுல்ல"

"தோடா ....நவுரு நவுரு ...ப்ளீஸ் நவுரு ....."

அவள் நகர்ந்து கொண்டே "ஜோதிகா வ தான் பாக்குறேன் னு சொல்லேன்"

"நல்ல இருந்தா பார்க்கறது தான்" என்றேன்.

"இந்த படம் பார்த்துட்டியா ?"

"ம்ம்ம்ம்ம்ம்"

"நிறைய படம் பார்ப்பல்ல?"

"ம்ம்ம்ம்ம்ம்"

"ம்ம்ம்ம்...நானும் சென்னை வரணும் படிக்க"...

நான் டிவி பார்த்துக் கொண்டே இருந்தேன். ஜோதிகா தெரிய வில்லை.

மீண்டும் ஜோதிகா போல் தெரிந்தது. நினைவு திரும்பியவனாய் உணர்ந்து பார்த்த போது ஜோதிகா போல் ஒரு பெண் ரெயிலில் ஏறினாள்.

விவேகா கண் முன் வந்து போனால்.

ரெயில் புறப்பட்டது. வேறு கனவுகளில் மூழ்கி தூங்கி போனேன்.

தொடரும்.......

அம்மா.

2009-05-11T05:25:00.000-07:00

கவிதை கிறுக்கல்களை போல கல்லூரி நாட்களில் சில சிறுகதைகளை கிருக்கியதுண்டு. எனது பொக்கிஷ டைரியின் பக்கங்களில் இருந்து அவற்றில் ஒன்று.

இந்த கதையின் களம் இன்று வரை relatable ஆக இறப்பதற்கு காரணம் நாட்டு நிலைமையே.

அம்மா.

ஆனந்த் ஆயத்தமாகிக் கொண்டிருந்தான்.
அருகில் அமர்ந்து அவனுக்கு உதவி செய்து கொண்டிருந்தான் பாலு.
இன்னும் ஒரு மணி நேரம் தான் இருக்கிறது ஆனந்திற்கு. இந்த உலகை அவன் காண போவது இந்த ஒரு மணி நேரமே.

நேரம் நெருங்க நெருங்க ஆனந்திற்கு வியர்த்தது.
அவனது வியர்வையின் விருத்தியைக் கண்ட பளு

"என்னடா பயம் வந்துடுச்சா?"

"இல்லை".சட்டென சற்று கோவத்துடன் மறுத்தான் ஆனந்த்.

அவனே தொடர்ந்தான்.

"பயம் எல்லாம் ஒண்ணுமில்லை. காரியம் நடக்கும். நானும் மனுஷன் தான். எனக்குள்ள உணர்வுகள் எல்லாம் இந்த ஒரு மணி நேரம் தான். அதை நான் தடுக்க விரும்பவில்லை "

நாலு நிதானமாய் "உன்னுடைய உணர்வுகள் உன்னை பலவீனப்படுத்தும். அவற்றை விட்டொழி. சிந்தனையை காரியத்தில் மட்டும் செலுத்து" என்றான்.கிட்டதட்ட அது ஒரு ஆணையே.

ஆனந்த் மெல்ல தலையாட்டினான்.

பாலு மேலும் " காரியத்திற்கு நீ தேர்ந்தெடுக்கப்பட்டது உன் அதிர்ஷ்டம். இதை நீ ஒரு புண்ணிய யாத்திரையாக நினைக்க வேண்டும்"

பேசிக்கொண்டே எழுந்த பாலு "நான் போயி வண்டிய எடுத்திட்டு வர்றேன்.இன்னும் அரை மணி நேரத்தில் நாம் புறப்படணும் "என்று அங்கிருந்து நகர்ந்தான்.

ஆனந்த் காரியத்தில் சிந்தையை செலுத்தி ஆயத்தமானான்.

காரியம், சரியாக 12 மணிக்கு அருகில் உள்ள மைதானத்தில் நடக்கும் மத கூட்டம் ஒன்றில் மக்களோடு மக்களாய் ஆனந்த் கலந்து சென்று தன உடம்பில் உள்ள சக்தி வாய்ந்த வெடி குண்டுகளை வெடிக்க செய்வது.

எப்படியும் நூறு பேரையாவது கொல்வது என்பது இலக்கு. சீட்டு போட்டு ஆனந்த் மனித குண்டாய் மாருவதென முடிவு எடுக்க பட்டது.

அப்பா இல்லாத, அம்மாவையும் இரண்டு அக்காவையும் கொண்ட தன குடும்பத்தை காக்க பலவாறாய் கஷ்டபட்டு கடைசியில் ஆனந்த் கொண்டது தீவிரவாதம். தீவிரவாதம் செய்தே தன குடும்பத்தை காத்து வந்தான். காரியம் முடிந்த பின் அவன் குடும்பத்துக்கும் ஒரு பெரிய தொகை சென்றடைய ஏற்பாடுகள் செய்யபட்டுவிட்டன.

இந்த காரியத்தின் மூலம் குறிபிட்ட அந்த மதத்திற்கு பாடம் புகட்டுவதே இவர்கள் நோக்கம். உயிர்பலி கொடுத்தேனும் தங்கள் மதத்தின் மேண்மையை உணர்த்த செய்யும் முரணான முரட்டுத்தனம் இது. இஷ்டமில்லாமல் தான் ஆனந்த் இந்த கூட்டத்தில் சேர்ந்தான். ஆனால் இன்று அவனும் இரக்கமில்லா, இறுக்கமான மனிதனாகிவிட்டான். காரியத்திற்கு வண்டியில் புறப்பட தயாராகிவிட்டுருந்தான்.

ஒரு அம்பாசடர் கார் வந்து நின்றது.

"போகலாம்" என்றான் பாலு இறங்காமலே. கதவை திறந்து விட்டான்.

திடீர் என எதோ ஒரு உணர்வு கவ்வ மெல்ல அடி எடுத்து வைத்தான் ஆனந்த்.

மறுபடியும் ஏதோ எண்ணம் வலுத்து கவ்வ , அவன் நாசிகள் விரிந்தது. கண்களை மிக சுருக்கி கைகள் நாசி நோக்கி தன்னாலே போக வாய் வரை கைகள் வந்த போதே ஹ ஹி ஹி என்று ஒரு சிறு ராகம் பாடி, "அம்மா" என்று பெரும் தும்மலை தும்மினான்.

சட்டென நெஞ்சுக்குள் விம்மினான். கலங்கினான். காருக்குள் ஏற தயங்கினான்.

அவனது தயக்கம் கண்ட பாலு "என்ன தும்மல்?சகுனம் சரி இல்லையா? ஏதாவது தடங்கல் வந்திடுமோ? எல்லாம் சரியாய் பண்ணி விட்டே தானே?" என்று கேள்விகளை அடுக்கினான்.

பின் அவனே "சரி எல்லாம் நல்ல படியா தான் நடக்கும் . நீ ஏறு " என்றான்.

காருக்குள் ஜடம் போல் ஏறினான்.

அந்த தும்மல் அவனை ரொம்ப பாதித்தது.

தும்மிய போது அவன் உதிர்த்த அம்மா என்னும் பிடிமானம் அவனை உறுத்தியது.

வண்டி நகர அவன் மனதில் அலைகள் ஓடியது.

"அம்மா". என்ன ஒரு அழகான ஜீவன்.

என்னையறியாமல் வரும் தும்மல், அது சிறு நொடிப்பொழுதே ஆகிடினும் அதற்கு கூட ஏன் தாயின் பிடிமானம் தேவை படுகிறது.

ஆனந்த் தன் தாயை பற்றி சிந்திக்கலானான்.

இரண்டு பெண் குழைந்தைகளுக்கு பிறகு, பிறக்கும் முன்பே தந்தையை கொன்று விட்டது என்றும், பிறக்க போவதும் பெட்டையாகிடின் கஷ்டம் என்றும் தன் கருவை கலைக்க சொன்னவர்களை சட்டை செய்யாது என்னை பெற்றெடுத்தவள்.

அம்மாவின் வாதம், ஏன் குழந்தையோ எந்த குழந்தையோ சாவதற்கு என்று பிறப்பதில்லை. அவரவர் பயனுடனே உயிரினம் பிறக்கும் இப்பூமியில்.

அதன் பின் உறவுகள் உதவ மறுத்து,ஊர் விட்டு, எத்தனையோ போராட்டங்களுடனே வளர்த்தாள் மூவரையும். இத்தனை போராட்டங்களிலும் மாறாதது அம்மாவின் கனிவு மனம். அம்மா பார்த்த தொழில் வழி வழியாய் கற்றுக்கொண்ட மருத்துவச்சி தொழில். அம்மாவின் பத்திய மருந்து வாங்கி போய் குணம் அடைந்தவர்கள் ஆனந்தமாய் சொல்வதுண்டு "உங்க கையிலே மந்திர சக்தி இருக்கும்மா. அது தான் எல்லா உயிரையும் காப்பாத்துது. " அம்மாவிடமிருந்து ஒரு புன்னகையே பதிலாய் வரும்.

அம்மா தன்னிடம் பத்திய மருந்து வாங்குவரிடை பேதம் பார்ப்பதில்லை என்றுமே. ஒரு முறை பக்கத்து தெரு வேசி கேட்க பத்தியம் அரைத்து கொடுத்தாள். கோவத்தில் பேசிய என்னிடம் " அவ தொழில் அது. ஏன் தொழில் இது. இந்த உலகில் பிறக்கும் எந்த உயிர்க்கும் வாழும் முறையை தேர்ந்தெடுக்கும் உரிமை உள்ளது. அவரவர் முறைகளுக்கான பயன்களையும் அவரே பெறுவர். எம்முறையில் வாழ்ந்தாலும் பிற உயிர்களை வதைக்கும் உரிமை மட்டும் யாருக்கும் சொந்தமில்லை. அப்பெண்ணுக்கு பத்தியம் செய்யாவிட்டால் அவளை வேதனையில் உழள விட்ட பாவத்தை செய்தவளாவேன். அந்த ஒரு பாவம் போதும் நான் வாழ்நாள் முழுக்க துன்புற்றிருக்க. இதை கூட ஒரு மருத்துவச்சியாக பேச வில்லை. சாதரண அன்புள்ளம் கொண்ட மனுஷியாக தான் பேசுகிறேன். நீயும் யார் மீதும் காழ்ப்புணர்ச்சி கொள்ளாதே. இந்த பூமி தழைக்க தேவை அளவில்லா அன்பு " என்றாள்.

எண்ணங்கள் அலை அலையாய் ஓட, உடம்போ அருவியென வியர்த்திருந்தது ஆனந்திற்கு. மனதிற்குள் ஆயிரம் அம்புகள் தைத்துக் கொண்டிருந்தது. தன்னையறியாமல் "நிறுத்துங்க வண்டியை" என்று அலறினான்.

படக்ட்டதுடன் பக்கத்திலிருந்த பாலு "ஏன்? என்ன ஆச்சு? "என்றான்.

வண்டியும் நின்றது.

"என்னால் முடியாது " என்றான் ஆனந்த்.

"முட்டாள் மாதிரி பேசாதே. வாழ்வின் பயனை அடையும் தருணத்தை அடைந்து கொண்டிருக்கிறாய் நீ. இது என்ன முட்டாள் தனமான முடிவு " என்றான்.

"இல்லை என்னால் முடியவே முடியாது "என்றான்.

கோவத்துடன் பாலு "கடமையுணர்ச்சி இன்றி பேசாதே" என்றான்.

"இல்லை கடமையுணர்ச்சி இருப்பதால் தான் இந்த முடிவு"

"என்ன கடமையுணர்ச்சி ?" என்றான் பாலு.

"கருணையின் வடிவாம் தாயின் மூலம் இம்மண்ணில் பிறக்கும் ஒவ்வொரு மனிதனுக்கும் இருக்க வேண்டிய கடமையுணர்ச்சி" என்று கூறி காரிலிரிந்து இறங்கி நடந்தான் ஆனந்த்.

Listening to Azhagar malai songs.

2009-05-07T05:29:00.000-07:00

Every time to unshackle the tiredness of life’s’ monotony and experience the lost innocence via music or any art is bliss. Listening to Azhagar malai songs is one such. The Simple neat tunes, ear friendly orchestrations, great singing, meaningful (and I see a immense personal outburst by raasa ) lyrics, all that experiencing after a long time is quite refreshing. It is clearly raja straight from heart and root. And what bliss it can be? Boundless.

Collective Humanism?

2009-04-21T06:12:00.000-07:00

I believe we still are a part of the human sect as such which was shocked to see what happened to a Daniel pearl or that unidentified Indonesian or some soldier whose beheading was pictured. But we still are blind, deaf and indifferent to the sufferings of anonymous people. Again I am no supporter to anyone than just humanism. Revolutions are never humanitarian. And only some of them managed to achieve the ends toward humanism. A revolution is dying. Regrets even if there, doesn’t matter any more. All that matters is this. We could only get to the levels of beggars who show off their travails to get a coin or two. These are far worse than them. As said,”peace is an accident. War is in blood”. It seems like these people never met an accident.

innocuous morality....

2009-04-20T06:12:00.000-07:00

Elections are a pander to the weak and the meek who strongly vote. For some it is air time presence in unscrupulous debates in insipid news channels. Elections are real business for politicians. And quite a handful of others who still think individuals are still important in a democracy. The fact is Nehruvian socialism practices has by far left this country to be more socialistic than democratic .That the aam aadmi, reservations kinds still constitute important of the electoral issues highlight this. . And the worst effect of that is having made an autocratic family sit at the country’s’ helm. Economy is just a byproduct of the survival of the politicians. Business powerhouses have learned to work around the politicians. And every time both the clans never fail to ask the responsible Indian upon the faces to fancy them. India shining! Tata’s know to make a 1 lakh car and more than that know how not to allow to make electric cars. Ambani’s know how to create companies, merge them, demerge them, Financial engineer them and every time come out with a stupendous new story about India’s exaltation in the global world. They are doing it , no doubt about that. Everyone had made India proud as it seems. But we know the moral digs they have been through for all these. And there is no one stopping them. Everyone accepts Politicians come to people expecting a scapegoat of them for every five years. But what I generally see these days are different kinds but only that they also come to the common man again expecting a scapegoat of them. These are the campaigners I see day in and day out in cities urging people to exercise their right to vote. One can see them educating them by all means, about the importance of voting etc. The motive of their campaign is “If you don’t vote this country won’t change”. Agreed accepted. Appo ithanai naal vote potavanellam kaena payala? Pulling out any statistic shows that voting turnouts have peaked as far as 80 % and yes of course they have been to very lows too. But in all for a highly geographically, culturally fragmented, factual country like us an average efficiency of 50-60% is a sustainable number. But we need to improve by leaps. That must be done by improving the machineries than harping on the individual every time. And to have survived for 60 years through the ordeals of a shambles left by the British is a daunting task. That for you and me is the real success of our democracy. And that has happened by people voting, voting, and voting. So where was the lax? Obviously we always didn’t vote for the right. So I hate a placard with Voting is your right/Duty. We should hold more placards of Vote for the right and that is your duty. And do we have it in us to say who is right? Placards and debates should try to find that too than excessively stressing on just an issue. We lose comprehensiveness in there. Asking the people to go and vote is just asking them to find the answers out of a MCQ of rowdies, scrupulous idiots. That’s what such campaign will maximum achieve. Instead we should make them ask questions. Also the machineries in India aren’t as effective as such to entirely blame the common man for the failures of elections. I have personal experiences of how ineffective the election commission is. They work more on ad hoc basis than on a permanent basis. And they definitely shoulder the major part of the blame for poor voter turnouts. So I know Voting is my duty and perform it. But I am not able to find the right one to vote. Can we sit over a debate, discuss and find one. So I can perform my duty diligently. The media is a dog.

என்றும் 16

2009-03-29T07:59:00.000-07:00

சினிமா பைத்தியம் எப்போதும் உண்டு. சினிமா எடுக்கும் பைத்தியம். அதற்கான கதையை வழக்கம் போல் ஒரு நள்ளிரவில் யோசித்தது. ஒரு வாழ்க்கை பிரயாணத்தை அடிப்படையாக கொண்ட கதை என்பதை தவிர மற்றதெல்லாம் அக்கணம் யோசித்தது மட்டுமே. யாருக்காவது புரிந்தால் படம் எடுக்க கிளம்பலாம். I wrote something brief in english and encapsuled the scenarios in tamil.

A man in search of his identity
தன்னை தானறிய
தடங்களிடை
தேடுவான்

Quest for identification
வானுயர் வேள்விகள்
வளர்த்தேனும்
வந்த பயனறிய
வேண்டுவான்

Man under constant pressure to prove himself
பிறவிதோறும் பிறர்
போற்றிட வேண்டி
பூண்ட வேடமோ
வாழ்க்கை

இதில் நித்தம்
இவன் தொலைத்தது
இவனையன்றோ

need a break
பாவம் ஏதுமில்லை
பயன் தேவையில்லை
பறக்கவே புறப்படுகிறேன்

composing to have left for good
வெட்டுக்கிளியாகிடினும்
வெட்டவிளிதனில் வரையின்றி
வாழ்ந்திட்டலென்ன

No difference of all purpose and no purpose
உலகாள வாழ்வதும்
உலகு இல் வாழ்வதும்
உபத்திரவமே

understanding purity of purpose
ஒரு பூ
பூத்தாயின்
புவிபெறும் புதுவாசம்

real purpose
திருந்திவிட்டேன்
திரும்பிவிட்டேன்
தந்துவிட்டேன்

realtionship
தொடுவானமாய்
தொல்லை தரும்
தூரத் துயர் நீ

revolt
நிச்சயமாய்
நீ தான்
நான்

reality
நதிநீர்
நாற்றமெடுக்கும்
நகர வில்லை என்றால்

realisation
கானல் நீரதை
கனவென்றாலும்
கண்டறிய காதல் வேண்டும்

ranting
புரியாததெல்லாம்
பிதற்றி புனிதனாயிடின்
பிறந்தோம் எதற்கு?

purpose purity oxymoron
பயனின்றி
பயணித்தேன்
பரவசங்களுடனே

journey
சிறு பயனங்களின்
முற்றங்களில் தொடங்கும்
பிறிதொரு பயணம்

life:war not battle
போராட்டமே வாழ்க்கை
உன்னையறிந்தால்
எதிரி அறிவாய்.

ps:title of post is title of movie

Dreary nights...

2009-03-24T05:42:00.000-07:00

It's not that i haven't had dreary sleepless nights. But what i had a couple of days back was real dreary. I was in the midst of a very very important decision making. And as given i could not arrive at one. And the burning eyes wouldn't budge to sleep at peace. Meandering mind you see. At that point i took my diary and pen and started scribbling at a frantic pace. This i have done some 6 years back when life was equally horrible and uncertain then. The scribblings went on for a solid 30 minutes. And i finally sleep. The scribblings.

let us make a decision
anywhere close to precision
placate the intuition
plod the information
pan the vision
man the mission
can the decision
arrive by another session.

சோறுக்கும் ஊருக்கும்
வாழ்தல் துயர்

நீரின் நிறம்
காரின் புறம்
கவியின் மனம்

நினைத்து நினைத்து
கனத்து கனத்து
எழுத்து எழுத்து

நாவிற்கினி
நாளையே வேலை
நடுவில் யாசி எழுதுகோலை

கண்ணாடி காட்டும்
தன் நாடி அறியா
உருவம்.

புயலில் சிறகு
அடங்கும் பிறகு
மனமே இலகு

கண்டது கேட்டது
மயிர்
தீர விசாரித்தால்
தீர்ந்திடுமோ உயிர்.

தேடுவது யாதென
தெரிந்திடும் நேரம்
தேடல் பொய்க்கும்

தெரிந்தும் அறிந்தும்
புரிந்தும் வியந்தும்
வீழ்ந்தும் எழுந்தும்
தெளிந்தும் பகிர்ந்தும்
வாழ்க்கை

வண்டின் பசி
பூவில் புசி
எந்தன் பசி
தீராத இந்நடுநிசி

தெளிவென்பது
தெளிவாக செய்யாது
தெரிந்துக் கொள்வது.

அயற்சி வந்த மனதில்
உவர்ச்சி எளிதில்
பெயற்சி கொள்ளும்
சுழற்சி முறையில்.

சிதிலமடைந்து விடுகின்றன
சில நேரங்களில்
சிறிதளவும் இருக்கும் சிந்தனை திறன்.

முரண் என்றறிந்தும்
முட்டிப் பார்ப்பதை
மூடமென்பதா?
முயற்சி என்பதா?

i was least bothered about diction and meaning....it was just a catharsis that night.

and did i arrive at a decision. yes. yeah.

Po Po poyikitae iru. Mayirae pochu.

2009-03-22T02:32:00.000-07:00

Lalit modi is a big joke. A blatant plagiarist, who shamelessly flaunts himself as the new scion of cricket every time. Also when cricket is more discussed in business channels, it is no more about the sport.Cricket in India is definitely a religion with legends like sachin, kapil dev and a host of others being respected as god. A Lalit modi can't change anything about that.Now finally it's been decided that IPL will be played outside India. Po Po poyikitae iru. Mayirae pochu.

on further news of comparisons of India with Pakistan vis a vis security situations as done by BJP and the other kind of modis are entirely unwarranted. A narendra modi method doesn't work always. And India is not Gujarat everywhere. The best thing for the country is to get every resource concentrated on conducting a free and fair election.

Motivation Mannangatti......

2009-03-18T06:23:00.000-07:00

Motivation for me is always redundant. parents to pals everyone has tried and failed. It's just that you know a work or you don't. If i know i do it my way. If i don't know i will learn and then do it my way. And i hate schadenfreude disguised and given as motivational peps. No, no one dares to do that too me. Just happened to read this book "Secrets of the Millionaire Mind" (which was yet another self help book that are arrayed in bookshops) as per a good friends' suggestion or even more insistence. The first three lines are for evincing the fact that i read the book more on insistence than suggestion. Bad reason howsoever, but good for reading. Reading is reading. And this book is just a bit more than a rajeshkumar novels' size. A perfect read for a days' travel. The book is nothing but an advertisement printed in book format for a larger program. So i did finish the book for the heck of finishing it. But took just one emphatic thought out of it. It was a kind of though you can't say you had had it sub conscious. That was " Working to win is different from working to not to lose" .Point taken and a worthy on for the time spent on the book.

ஞானி...சாநி......

2009-03-10T05:52:00.000-07:00

தமிழ்நாட்டில் குடி தண்ணீர் முதல் கலவரங்கள் வரையிலான அனைத்துப் பிரச்சினையும் தீரும் நேரம் அனைவருக்கும் சந்தோசம் தரும் காலம். ஒருவரை தவிர. ஞானி. ஏனென்றால் அப்பொழுது அவருக்கு குறை கூற எதுவும் இராது. என்னுடைய பயம் எல்லாம் அப்படி ஒரு காலம் வரவே போவதில்லை என்பது தான். தமிழோடு சிறு தொடுதளிலேனும் இருக்க வேண்டி அவ்வப்போது படிக்க முனைவது ஆனந்த விகடன் மற்றும் சில தமிழ் பத்திரிகைகளை. ஒரு கட்டத்தில் தவறாது இருந்த பழக்கம் நாளடைவில் நலிந்து போனது உண்மையே. அதற்கு முழு பொருப்புடையன் நானே. உண்மை தமிழை தேடாது குப்பை தொட்டியில் கிளறி கொண்டிருந்தேன். இன்றளவும் முழுமையாக திருந்திவிட வில்லை. அவ்வகையில் ஒரு மாற்றமாய் திகழ்ந்தன சில தமிழ் வலைப்பூக்கள். அதில் ஒன்று இந்த சாநி யினுடையது. கருத்துக்கள் ஒவ்வதிருப்பினும் நான் தேடும் தமிழ் அங்கே இருப்பதன் பொருட்டு அவ்வலைப்பூக்களை தொடர்ந்தேன் . ஞானி யை ஆ.வி யில் தொடர்ந்து வாசித்தது கூட அதனடிப்படையிலே தான். ஆனால் ஒரு கட்டத்திற்கு மேல் இவர்களை மிகுந்த கருத்து வேறுப்பாட்டினால் புறக்கணிக்க செய்தேன். ஆனால் அண்மையில் அவர்கள் நான் தீவிரம் காட்ட முயலும் இருவேறு visayangaL பற்றி எழுதியதை படிக்க வேண்டியதாயிற்று. ஏனெனில் தீவிரமாய் இருப்பின் தேடுதல் நிறைய இருக்க வேண்டியாகிறது. அதனால் எட்டுத்திக்கும் அவைகள் பற்றி எழும் பல்வேறு செய்திகளை படிக்க வேண்டியிருக்கிறது. எனினும் அவற்றையெல்லாமே ஊடகங்களுக்கான எனது ஐயப்பார்வையுடனே எதிர்கொள்வேன்.

அதில் ஒன்று இளையராஜா. சமீபத்தில் வந்த நான் கடவுள், ரஹ்மானுக்கான் ஆஸ்கார் என இருவேறு களங்களில் அதிகம் விவாதிக்கப்பட்டவர். இன்னும் சொல்ல போனால் எப்பொழுதுமே அதிகமாய் விவாதிக்கப்படும் விசயங்களில் ஒன்று இளையராஜா. ரஹ்மானுக்கு ஆஸ்கார் கிடைத்தது ஒரு பரவச நிகழ்வு என்பது எள்ளளவும் ஐயமில்லை. ஒரு இந்தியன் ஆஸ்கார் விருது பெறுவது என்பது ஒரு அமானுஷ்ய செயல் அல்ல என நிரூபித்தார் அவர். இன்னும் சொல்ல போனால் ஆஸ்கர் பற்றிய மாயயை உடைத்தெரிந்துள்ளார் என்று தான் சொல்ல வேண்டும். இனி நம் கலைஞர்கள் அதை ஒரு தொடுவான இலக்காக கருதி அதை அடைய எத்தனித்து அதிமேதாவி படங்களை எடுக்காமல் நல்ல படங்களை எடுக்க முயற்சி செய்வார்கள். ஆனால் இந்த அதிமேதவிகளோ இந்த சூழ்நிலையை இளையராஜா என்ற தனி மனிதன் மீது வன்மம் வீச உபயோகப்படுத்தியுள்ளனர் தங்களின் எழுத்துக்கள் மூலம். சாநி முதலில் அவரது நான் கடவுள் இசையை மட்டுமே விமர்சித்தார். அதை கூட நான் தனி நபர் இகழ்வாகவே கருதுகிறேன். ஒருவர் கலை மீது வைக்கப்படும் கேணத்தனமான கடும் விமர்சனம் அக்கலைஞர் மீதான் வன்மத்தின் மூலமே வரும். அரசியலில் அதை பரவலாக பார்க்கலாம். அங்கே எழும் விமரிசனங்கள் எல்லாமே தனி மனிதன் சார்ந்தவையே. அது போல் சாநி நான் கடவுளின் இசை கரகாட்டக்காரன் தரத்திற்கு இருப்பதாகவும், அதுவே ஒரு உலக தரமான ஒரு படத்தை தரம் தாழ்த்தியுள்ளது என்கிறார். இந்த விமரிசனத்தில் கடும் முரண் ஒன்றுள்ளது. அவர் இப்படத்தின் இயக்குனரை, அவரது கருத்துக்களை சிலாகித்து எழுதியுள்ளார். இசை மட்டும் இவர் எடுத்துக்காட்டும் சில பிற இசை நிகழ்வுகளை போலிருந்திருந்தால் இது ஒரு உலகத்தரமான படமாய் அமைந்திருக்கும் என்று உளறுகிறார். இவர் சிலாகித்த உலகத்தரமான படம் கொடுக்க வல்ல இயக்குனரே இளையராஜா தான் தன் படைப்பை முழுமை அடைய செய்வதாய் கூறி அதில் அதிமித நம்பிக்கையும் உள்ளவர். ஆனால் நம்ம சாநி சொல்வதோ இயக்குனரின் ஆதாரம் அர்த்தமற்றது எனினும் படைப்பு சிறந்தது என்கிறார். மற்றொன்று அவர் குறிப்பிடும் கரகாட்டக்காரன் தரம். அப்படி ஒரு தரமே கிடையாது. தரமானது தரமற்றது என்று இரு பிரிவினை மட்டுமே உளளது. அந்த வகையில் கரகாட்டக்காரன் பட இசை அந்த படத்திற்கு அமைந்த மிகப்பெரிய தரக்கூடுதல் ஆகும் . இங்கே ஒரு துணை விசயம். கரகாட்டக்காரன் இசையை பொறுத்த வரைக்கும் மாங்குயிலே மற்றும் அந்த நகைச்சுவை கோர்ப்பு இசையையும் தாண்டி சிறந்தது அப்படத்தில் வரும் பாட்டாலே புத்தி சொன்னார் என்னும் அருமையான பாடல். இது வரை அதை முழுமையாக அனுபவித்திருக்க மாட்டீர். தயவு கூர்ந்து ஒரு அமைதி சூழலில் அதை கேட்டுப்பாருங்கள். ஆக சாநி வைக்கும் தரம் சார்ந்த வாதமும் குப்பையே. காழ்ப்புணர்வுடையவே. அவர் மேலும் காசி போன்ற ஒரு அசாதரண சூழலுக்கும் அவரால் ரொமான்டிக்காக தான் இசை தர முடிகிறது என்கிறார். நான் எல்லாம் சரியாக இயங்கும் ஒரு வாலிபன். அப்படத்தை பார்க்கும் போது எனக்கு எழுந்து சல்சா ஆட்டமோ, இல்லை கனவுக் காதலியை அங்கே அழைத்து சென்று ஆசை முத்தமிட வேண்டும் என்றோ தோன்றவில்லை. அவ்விசையை தனியாக கேட்கும் பொது கூட அவ்வண்ணம் தோன்றவில்லை.மற்றும் பிச்சை பாத்திரம் பாட்டு அம்பானிகள் அருள் வேண்டி பாடுவது போலுள்ளது என்றும் பிச்சைக்காரர்கள் நிலையினின்று பாடுவது போலில்லை என்கிறார். இங்கே எடுக்கப்படுவது அருட்பிச்சை. இளையராஜா ஒரு நடுநிசியில் தூக்கமற்று எழுந்து இயற்றிய பாடல் என்கிறார் அதனை. அங்கே அக்கணம் அவர் எடுத்தது அருட்பிச்சை. அந்த அருட்பிச்சை ஒவ்வொரு மனிதனும் ஒவ்வொரு வகையாய் பெற முயற்சி செய்வதுண்டு. அந்த பிச்சைக்கு இலக்கு ஒரு சிறு பொருளாசை முதற் முக்தி அடைமை வரை பல வகைப்படும். ஆக அங்கே பிச்சைக்கு பாத்திரமேந்தி நிற்பதே உண்மை. பாத்திரத்தின் தரம் பிச்சை இடுபவன் திறம்போருட்டு பகுத்தறிய முடிவது ஆகும். மற்றபடி அம்பானியும் இல்லாதவனும் பிச்சை புகின் ஒரே தரத்தில் தான் செய்ய வேண்டும். அப்படி அமைந்த பாடல் அது. கொஞ்சம் கூட புரிதல் இல்லாமல் எழுதவில்லை அவர். வன்மம் கண்களை ,காதுகளை மறைக்கின்றன.

ஞானி இளையராஜா விற்கு அடக்கம் பத்தாது என்கிறார். தலைக்கணம் உடையவர் என்கிறார். உதாரணமாக வெட்கமில்லாமல் பாடலாசிரியர்களிடம் வேண்டி தன்னை துதிபாடும் பாடல்களை இயற்றிக்கொண்டார். அவர் எடுத்துக்காட்டுவது அக்னி நட்சத்திரம் படத்தில் வரும் ராஜா பாட்டு. அவரிடம் இரண்டு கேள்வி. அந்த பாடல் உங்களுக்கு பிடித்திருந்ததா? அந்த படத்தில் அந்த பாட்டு நிறைவாய் இருந்ததா? இவிரு விசயம் பற்றி எவ்வளவு வேண்டுமானாலும் எங்கு வேண்டுமானாலும் விவாதிக்கலாம். அது வரை நீங்கள் எழுப்பும் எந்த ஒரு விவரமும் அபத்தமே. இவரது திருவாசக விமரிசனம் தனிக்கதை. அதை மற்றுமொரு களத்தில் விவாதிப்போம்.

இவ்விரு மேதாவிகள் தொட்டேழுதி என்னை சலனமடைய செய்த மற்றொரு விசயம் இலங்கை பிரச்சனை. இவர்கள் இல்லாவிட்டாலும் அது பற்றி எழுத தான் வேண்டும். நான் சில விசயங்களை பற்றி, எழுதுவதால் என்ன ஆகிவிட போகிறது என்று எண்ணி எழுதாமல் விட்டுவிடுவது உண்டு. ஆனால் இந்த ஞானி சாநி போன்றோர் எழுதும் அட்டுழியங்கள் தாங்க முடியாமற் எழுதினேன்.

அகர முதல ......

2009-03-07T11:22:00.000-08:00

அகர முதல என்று எளிதில் ஆரம்பித்து எத்தனையோ விஷயங்கள் பற்றி எழுதிட ஆசை. இங்கு எல்லோரும் எல்லாம் பற்றியும் எழுதுகிறார்கள். ஒருவன் ஒரு விஷயம் பற்றிய உண்மைகளை அறிந்திட பெருந்தடையாக இருப்பது இன்றைய ஊடகங்கள். ஒரு சின்னஞ்சிரியனாய் சரோஜ் நாராயண் சுவாமி வாசித்த செய்திகளில் காட்டிய ஆர்வம் இப்போது கொள்ள முடிவதில்லை. தமிழ் ஊடகங்களில் நடுநிலைமை என்பது அறவே அற்று அராஜகங்களின் ஆணிவேர்கலாய் திகழ்கின்றன. குறிப்பாக தொலைக்காட்சி ஊடகங்கள். அவை ஒவ்வொன்றும் சர்வாதிக போக்குடன் செயல்படுகின்றன. ஒரு சிறிய சினிமா வரிசை நிகழ்ச்சியில் கூட அப்பட்டமாய் அநியாய அரசியல் கலக்கும் வல்லமை பெற்றவர்கள் இவர்கள். ஒரு ஒன்றுக்குமே ஆகாத விசயத்தில் கூட அரசியல் புகுத்தும் இவர்கள் சட்டக் கல்லூரி மோதல், வழக்கறிஞர் காவல்துறை கலவரம் போன்ற விவகாரங்களில் அள்ளி தெளிக்கும் அரசியல் அட்சரங்களில் உண்மைகள் வெகுவாக மறைந்துவிடுகின்றன. ஆங்கில ஊடகங்கள் இதனினும் கொடியவைகள். அவைகள் பிற நாட்டினரின் கைப்பாவைகள் என்று கூட சில நேரங்கில் தோன்றுவதுண்டு. ஒரு உதாரணம். NDTV இல் ஒரு நாள் "ஜனாதிபதி உரை ஆற்றுவார்" என்றொரு செய்தி இடு காண நேர்ந்தது. அன்றைய தினம் குடியரசு தினமும் அல்ல. பொறுத்திருந்து பார்த்தால் பாக்கிஸ்தானின் ஜனாதிபதி அவர் நாட்டு மக்களுக்கு உரை ஆற்றிக்கோண்டிருக்கிறார். என்ன ஒரு தேவுடியாத்தனம். ஊடகங்கள் பணம் போடும் முதலாளிகளின் சர்வாதிகார கூடாரங்கள். இவர்கள் கொடுங்கோல் ஆட்சி புரிபவரினும் கொடியர்.இன்று வலைப்பதிவர்கள் பலரும் கூட அவ்வண்ணமே. இந்த நாட்டின் இன்றைய மிக முக்கிய பிணிகளில் ஒன்றாய் ஊடகங்கள் இருப்பது தான் உண்மை அவலம்.

Raasaiyya...

2009-02-21T11:53:00.000-08:00

As a comment on this post. It's been quite sometime i have been trying to write on this subject. First in first that this ain't any debatable subject. It is anything sort of anyones' need to decimate all delusions to deduce the damn reality. However damning it may be. Slumdog was no way near to my definitions of a decent movie. It is a colossal nonsense. But i am enjoying all the attention it's garnering. The reason being just A.R.Rahman. I will feel happy for him all time and at all levels. But he will never have the place that raasaiyya occupies in my heart.This amidst the fact that i have enjoyed both rahman and IR, though not equally. Because it will all just be unjust if anyone claims that he has enjoyed all of IR. Is that anything wrong? Does that mean any fanaticism at all? It is not about being fanatic. Because in fanaticism it's either you are or you aren't. But this is not about fanaticism. To put all my thoughts to simple words, given a choice to carry a song and just a song only to the death bed i would definitely carry an raasaiyya. And if Rahman lost that i have no explanation and don't care to do either.

pulighaL....palighaL....pazhighaL...

2009-02-18T04:42:00.000-08:00

Was reading this

Every time i read such thing the greatness of sujatha strikes me. Sujatha would have just written the whole piece in two words "Puligal pathungughindrana". This writer laments over too many philosophical stuff. But as indicated by the writer of vested interests existing among supporters of tamil eezham, so much is true that vested interest are working among the supporters of sri lanka in this issue.The truth is struggle of a community is entirely lost in this entire scenario. And LTTE is not a community. Will write more.

Revisiting Kadavul.

2009-02-18T04:40:00.000-08:00

Revisiting Kadavul.
Revisiting Naan Kadavul was like any ordinary bhakthan sauntering into a temple of his faith given every chance. But only that I knew that there is kadavul’s blessing for sure and am just there to accept and adore it. What were all inexplicable in the first visit got a bit unraveled this time. Naan Kadavul kind of movies asks you to deviate a little bit from your perfunctory movie watching. Add to this the wait and hype (though these tantamount to nothing as mentioned in previous post, still we get affected) and we miss out too many sheer magic in the first viewing. This is I first experienced with Sivaji. Every successive time I saw it I liked it more. And Sivaji was just another mega masala movie. On this ground revisiting NK, a typical bala movie of getting disturbed by the first view was a revelation. I made sure that I get to hear the title bhajan. I felt that is god. That music is god. The technicalities of the movie are simply spellbinding. Raasaiyya yet again proves he is the complete authority on taking movies to their desired level with his music. What music for Thandavan’s introduction. It might be max a piece for 15-20 seconds. Or even less. But it conveys the amperage of the abominable act that guy will unleash in the whole movie. Genius. The haunting violin interlude of kannil paarvai when the camera pans over the beggars’ underworld conveys the right emotion of helplessness of people on either side. Even the discontinuity and patchy last scenes seemed corrected in this viewing. May be that is a reinforcement error. On the whole a heartwarming experience it was. And this is a movie straight from heart unlike the one actually advertised as such. Bala definitely has raised the benchmark for good cinema. And Tamil industry will ever be the pioneer in such evolutions. Yes bala is great. We are great. I am great. Naan Kadavul.

Can't have no Hope at all..........

2009-02-10T06:07:00.000-08:00

Coming out of Naan Kadavul was an experience inexplicable, unfelt with any other movie. Yes, the movie for some reasons was not completely satisfying. But there was definite feeling of having left in the lurch. Quite honestly the first question that stomped was that, if the movie stands to justify all the wait and hype? But that question was shattered instantly as all those wait and hype are just fictitious, to the extent at least to influence the maker of the film. Bala, one of the few recent directors to have created a very much exclusively identifiable style of film making could be an interesting case of sorts here. Did bala train his camera with the idea of making a loathsome product? Or was he indulging in an irreverent act of cinematic catharsis? In any case getting answers to such questions are quite subjective and a tad difficult too. Four days after seeing the movie I realize I am possessed by the movie.
The world as such is engrossed with much malevolence. Infidels, assuming or projecting themselves to be much more than what they are, are making the world a lot less safe place to thrive. And as have been said in as many instances a situation like can’t have hope at all is the final defeat of a human being. You can relate this more to the plight of a hostage at the gunpoint of a terrorist or to a petty fight with a street thug. In either case when you lose the steam to stand up on your legs all you can do is expect a lending hand to support you in some form. Like the hostage at gunpoint expecting a flying commando to swash in out of air and knock down the terrorist. Or bystanders in the street fight come behind your cause. I for myself have so many times expected a clairvoyance to utter the ways to clear the mess I often created in the name of living. As a last resort of hope human beings look for a miraculous lending hand. And Bala here depicts the world whose only ever hope is the lending hand. We all accept beggars as part of our lives. We do have intelligence to discuss various theories about the industry kinds operated, the mafia types operated in the begging world. In all these, though having recognized, we haven’t enough emphasized the fact that these beggars too will have all emotions as we have. Heck, the problem is that we didn’t acknowledge that completely with nears and dears only. That is where bala trains his camera. Bala never canoodles his viewer. He depicts raw images right from his first movie. And bala for eternity comes out with a masterpiece to that effect.
Yes I am deliberately avoiding the Arya aghori line of the movie. Arya lives detached from the movie. And that to me is the greatest success of the character as that was what he intended to do. To feature an aghori who will anytime look detached from anything. If not for censorship I firmly believe that arya’s role would have been more complete. That rested, the quintessence of the movie, a take on the beggar world controlled by a local thug is riveting and refuses to leave your mind. Never in recent times have is seen people laughing and clapping incessantly in a movie. The movie do dulls at times, more in the initial stages. But once you get to view the sorry figures of differently abled people who are forced to begging you squirm initially with a feel of uneasiness. May be that is a kind of pity we feel quite often for any beggar. But once the beggars prove to you that they have accepted this way of life, even if it was no way their mistake to have such a life dawned on them, is when we start reveling their lives. They have their share of joy, sorrow, fight, sarcasm (heck this on themselves (sample: yov, nee ennaiya? pichaikaaran kitayae pichai eduthkitirukka), that lovely too). இடுக்கன் வருங்கால் நகுக படிச்சிருக்கோம். முயன்று கூட பார்த்திருப்போம்.அதையே வாழ்க்கையாய் கொண்டவர்களை பார்த்து பொறாமை படுவதோ? Especially, that small handicapped boy who quips with perfect timing better than any star comedian who hog these days. And when they think they are already in the deep pits of life, life descends even uglier face on them. And they have more turbulence in an already listless life. Which leads to, what for me was the high point of the movie. Yes the high point of the movie is delivered not by Arya or Pooja and that to you is Bala. And by this time you root for the beggars, to god to descend and cleanse all their sorrows and cleanse thyself. And what happen thereafter are just commercial dictated norms, yet shot with much intensity. Save the climax. I need to watch it again to comment any further on that infectious scene. But bet you have not seen such an infectious scene in recent times.
Bala, the director shines precious in various instances in the movie. I simply love his choice of old movie songs. And the way he uses them is near perfect. Having, created a blind girl in pooja’s character he makes her sing all yester year melodies. A blind good voiced protagonist isn’t something new to us. But by not making a new song on Pooja and making her sing all golden melodies, Bala emphasizes that the character is blind and bounded just by abilities to reproduce songs rather than produce them. What a sea of change for all along having heard sangeetha jaathi mullai? And that scene where a supporting character in an inebriated mood craves to show off his love for his fellas, how true is that? I know how important an inebriated mind is to depict your real feeling. And when an unintentional scene of a side character is shown practicing to harm himself you don’t read much. Cut and in a follow up scene we see him unmoved and inexpressive when the policeman whacks him with all strength. What minute details? And there are many more glorious moments to cherish in this willpossesyou masterpiece.

I know I have not talked about dialogues (they are so scarce and so powerful), music (you need any explanation), acting all those stuff. But for the first time I am indulged in so called understanding the layers of a movie. So I will try to write more on them with consecutive viewings.

PS: The title of the post is one of my most revered lines from a movie called cinderella man. Another interesting movie that is.

trumpet the snippet

2009-02-03T05:56:00.001-08:00

Life at times throws moments, flimsy though, that make you look life with a different perspective. On such moments of perception denigrates does little damage. That’s the fillip to make any kind of move. And so doth the chance to make your all glorious move. Think.

Dairy Kurippughal

2009-01-31T05:25:00.000-08:00

At the end of this scribbling (A combination of prose and poetry) i have signed off thus, Economics Class,25/10/2005.

And yes inspiration for this was a beautiful girl in my MBA class.

காதலால் கசிந்துருகி
கடமை மறக்கும் கயவனல்லன்
காமம் கண்மறைக்க
காட்டாறாய் மாறும் இளைஞனல்லன்
காதல் காமம் இவ்விரண்டையுமே
கவிபாடி கண்டு உண்டு
களியுறு கவிபெறு தலைவன்
நான்.

மனமது கணமாய் தோன்றும் சில நேரங்களில். இப்பொழுதெல்லாம் பல நேரங்களில்.அப்பொழுதெல்லாம் பேனா எடுத்து பிதற்ற தோன்றும். சோம்பேறியாய் வெட்டியாய் கழிப்பேன் பல நாட்களை. பிறிதொரு நாளில் அப்பேனாவை எடுத்து பிதற்ற இயாலாததாய் கிறுக்கல்கள் தொடங்கும். அங்கணம் தலை முதல் கால் வரை கவி புரண்டு ஓடுவதெல்லாம் காதலதை பற்றியே.இப்படியே காதலை பற்றி கிறுக்கி கொண்டிருக்கிறென் என வேறு உணர்வு கூற முயன்றால் அவ்வளவு புலன்மிகு கவிதைகள் முளைக்க மறுக்கின்றன். மறு கணமே மனம் காதல் தீயில் கறுக வார்த்தைகள் உண்மையாய் வந்து வீழ்கின்றன.எழுதுகிறேன்.அது காதலாகவே வருகிறது.

காணும் போதிலெலாம்
காந்தமாய் கவர்கிறாள்
கண்ணிற் கழகாய் வந்து
கனா கோடி கொடுக்கிறாள்
கவிபாடி துதிக்கா தூண்டுகிறாள்
காளைக்கும் தெரியும் நிச்சயம்
கிடைப்பதில்லை அவள்தனள்
கண்ணியமாய் அவன் கரையும் வரை.
கண்ணாமூச்சி வாழ்க்கை!

Dairy kuriipugal....

2009-01-31T05:11:00.001-08:00

I consider this to be the heights of my writing then. There was this somewhere i came across

Like

The Deserts

Miss The

Rain

And i just couldn't handle the kind of emotion stuffed into these simple sentence. And i still remember taking this as a premise i started constructing words around this emotion. But finally truth struck me that i also had to pack some heavy emotions in simple word. And thus cam

வான்மழை வேண்டி

நானாக நானிருந்தும்
நாணமுடை நங்கையை
நாடுவதென்பது

வறண்ட பாலைவனமும்
வான்மழையை வேண்டுவதென்பதாம்.

Dairy Kurippughal....

2009-01-31T04:54:00.000-08:00

பார்வையாலே பாவையெவளையும் படிய வைக்கும் பாங்கு தனக்குண்டெணும் ஏற்றமிக்க எண்ணம் கொண்ட நண்பன் Lingesh. அவனுடனான ஓர் பயண அனுபத்திலிருந்து. (2003 new year trip chennai to vizag)..

பார்வை ஒன்றே போதுமா?

பெண்ணொருத்தி கண்ணசைத்தாள்
பார்வையாலே யாழிசைத்தாள்
விழியாலே வாவென்றாள்
விண்மீன் போல் ஜொலித்தாள்

ஆண்கள் சன்னமாய் செய்யும் பாவம்
அவர்தம் கொள்ளும் சல்லாபம்
சின்னதாய் நான் சிரித்திட
சந்திரனாய் அதையவள் திருப்பிட
பார்வையாலே பாலமிட்டோம்
சிரிப்பாலே சிருங்காரம் செய்தோம்

பார்வை பாலத்தில் காதல் கணைகளின் நெருக்கடி
எல்லாம் உன் பார்வை மூட்டிய நெருப்படி
குற்றங்கள் செய்ததெல்லாமுன் பொறுப்படி
கொஞ்சம் தவறினாலும்
உலகம் எனக்கு தருமே செருப்படி

வேண்டாமடி கள்ளி விளையாட்டு
காதலெனும் மாயப்பேயை நீயோட்டு
பார்வக் காதலெல்லாம் வெத்துவேட்டு.

Dairy Kurippughal...

2009-01-31T04:44:00.000-08:00

Yes, i want to revive this section which i had abandoned. I am firm in getting back to writing or that scribbling practice. But for now from my scribblings of UG days....

கடவுள் வாழ்த்து.....

நண்பர்களுடன் நித்தம் தம்
மதியடிக்கடி மங்கி மது நாடும் மனது
மெல்ல ஓட்ட அறியாத வண்டியிலே
ஊர் சுற்றிட நிறைய நேரம்
கடமைகளை தள்ளிப்போடும் தைரியம்
காதலை வெறுப்பதாய் மாயை
நல்லதை மட்டுமே பேச தெரியாத நாவை
அடக்கிட விரும்பாதோர் குணம்
வார்த்தைகளை பிதற்றி கவிதையென
உரைக்கும் கர்வம்
இவற்றுடனே நான் முன்னேறிட
வழிவகுப்பாய் பராபரமே.

Slumdog...

2009-01-31T04:03:00.000-08:00

Is there an end to human stupidity? Am still confused what is so great about this movie to have all the hoopla around it. At no Level can any decent viewer accept the mockery in terms of characters shifting their languages, leave alone slang, at so ease. What is the point in telling the story of a place and it's people without it's language. Accepted there is a novelty in the basic plot. A contest where questions get answered by the way of life of the protagonist. But very soon into the movie we get to know they are gonna come with some stupid connection to each question. By the time you don't bother to bother about the question or its' choices or how will the protagonist answer. And in showing of slums, we have seen it better in our own selvaraghavan. A Danny Boyle can never show what a true Indian slum is. You go excess about a story, about its' characters, about its premises and it gets on to your nerves beyond a point. I felt Rahmans'( or more so shivamanis') presence in precisely 3 scenes. If at all there is something to carry from this movie, a musician who was nurtured, upheaved by tamilians is getting all right recognitions. Wait!Recognitions correct, but right? Am not sure. And also every indian knows this is not Rahmans' best.

NO I DIDN'T PASS...

2009-01-28T09:39:00.000-08:00

hmm friends, wellwishers i did flunk the exam.

nothing to cringe about. Life will go on.

and btw slumdog millionaire was a crap moview. So that was double whammy for me today.

This too will PASS....

2009-01-28T04:51:00.000-08:00

It is 6:30 PM IST
My CFA level 1 will be released @ 7:30P.M. IST.
I am going to watch slumdog millionaire move. And the show starts @ 7:35 P.M. IST.
Pristine result day lumps in stomach. But slumdog beckons for the moment.
This evening too will PASS.

On a sunday Lazy Afternoon

2009-01-25T01:55:00.000-08:00

After a thai ammavasai sambhar special lunch and failed attempts at keeping yourself intereted in TV,music,books one is pushed to blogging. Ennatha ezhutha nu thaan therleh. yes about TV mokkai.

Mokkai 1:Veerappa moily in some bloody news channel rubbishes for a minute a reporters' question about speculations of replacing manmoham singh and emphasizes his points by a strong ending statement like "Hence Your question is irrelevant".So an irrelevant question that will be of no use just took away one minute of myslef, veerappa moilys' and that true :-) journalist.

Mokkai 2: Haasini paesum padam. Suhasini reviews Villu and slumdog millionaire. To give here reviews in a nutshell i wanted to like villu and hate slumdog.

Mokkai 3: Unakkagha yellam unakkagha. Movie on some channel.karthik was a decent actor and sundar c. was a decent director. aaaana ipppo?

Mokkai 4: Mobile rings. Call from a delhi number. Attending the call inspite of knowing it to be a marketing call. A lsy on the other end markets vehemently in hindi about some club membership. i say "sorry mujhi hindi nahi aatha" and cut the call.

Mokkai 5: Villu song.some I love you song. equivalent of pokiris' "nee mutham ondru thanthal" minus the decent music, charming choreography of that song. Vijay nayanthara yellam song kulla saerthiyae kedayathu.

Mokkai 6:kalaignar tv top ten movies. No.1 Villu. Rowdyism.

Mokkai 7:i keep toggling between some 25 channels. And there is this channel which plays only padikkathavan trailer.

Mokkai 8: sun news channel. sujatha krishnamoorthy is not showing up today.

Mokkai 9: TV switched off. What next? Again switch on.

Mokkai 10: TV wins. It pushes me to do some other mokkai. Athaan intha blogging mokkai.

puthiya thahtuvam 1000000001....

2009-01-09T05:03:00.000-08:00

The frustration caused by ones' own mediocrity is endless.-eppovo engavo padichathu......

NAAN KADAVUL

2009-01-07T04:22:00.000-08:00

Ithu padam alla Nijam. What is this ME thing that should make me a mean, average, great or even much more to others. Is this ME the one I love myself stuff or I am loved by everyone stuff. The former looks formidably easy and the latter is tough and one that everyone strives for. You believe in this I will request to help yourself by not bothering to read further. There is a definitive cycle to life one that is more biologically driven. And any other attribute I can add to my life is by this ME. I say my life is Mechanical, I am mechanical and not the ME. Not a wrong thing at all to be monotonously mechanical. After all, animals do survive. Don’t they? So I dissect this ME to add more meaning to life. Who demanded more meaning don’t ask me? May be you can ask the ME. And that ME is a set of beliefs, non-beliefs, emotions, demands, expectations, etc. And this ME gets into tussle so often, with itself most of the times and with others at times. And if you are game come and attack the ME and not me. This isn’t any post disaster cry. Life is really devilish at times. And people at the most behave like animals. Behaving animal if is part of ME then unleash it. So there is total chaos and nonsense. Rake the ME. He is the one after all with you any time and every time. I am so comfortable with ME. I know I live life in cycles which I have to break every time to lead a journey to satisfy that ME. And I take criticism, accolades, bashes, bouquets on behalf of the ME. I have no regrets. I have very acceptable standards for a contingent life. But that isn’t what ME craves for and I shall strive to thrive that journey. And I do care for a whole lot along the journey. But not the same with the ME. All that the ME knows is I will find ME. And anything should confront me the ME will pound it.

On a seperate note Naan Kadaavul songs are pure emotions. Pitchai paathiram song.......

Raasaiya

2009-01-01T00:55:00.000-08:00

New year bashes are becoming more cutomary. They are just another opportunity for a grand party. It used to be regular orchestra during school days. Almost whole of the cooling year. Then really loved those days of 4 people on a bike, rashing ,shouting,wishing everyone en route Marina beach. College Duds (that was not a spelling mistake) u see.Yesterday was a very very customary party , a small one though at home with friends. Sun music airs suddenly Ilamai idho idho song. Palov effect. Yea New year arrived. And you start dancing immediately. and that reaction with everyone present there. Rasaiya..eiyya ,only u possible. True to lyrics Ilamai was there and will be there for ever in the song. Now all i wish another 100 generations get the pleasure of dancing for this song on a new year celebration.

wielding weekend

2008-12-24T11:30:00.001-08:00

weekends are vagaries. When they aren't actual, u stagger more.Christams on a thursday is a case.

Late ...offlate

2008-12-17T06:37:00.000-08:00

Offlate was held up with too many importnat assignments. Work, Sisters' marriage and my first level CFA exams. Buit din miss to catch all the action around. So a late reactions for things that happened offlate.

Mumbai attack: Anger peaked. But felt as helpless as ever. Or even more. We friends have been thinking and talking a lot regarding this. Time has to tell if all those discussions and thinking will make a telling difference. This isn't just pertaining to mumbai attack but the general scenario of the country as such.

Vaaranam Aayiram : I don't go to any movie to enjoy how heartfelt a director has delivered his movie. Heck who cares. All i care is how heartfelt am I after watching the movie. And that one DADDY word was enough of spoiler for the whole movie. very Average affair.

Market : Given the profession i am into couple of friends asked me advise on betting on volatility. Though i politely refuse advising anyone, but still it gave me signs of no respite for the market

CFA: Got into study mode after such a long time and hell nerve wracking it was. But gave my full and managed a decent attempt. And results are always there for retrospection. Add on:Been to singapore to writ the exam. Singapore is systematic.Night life was amazing.

This is definitely not a new year resolution, but for that not a resolution at all.But would like to write more regularly.

athuva varrathu......

2008-09-23T00:54:00.000-07:00

Saw Saroja on the first day with a bit of expectation. The movie was a disappointment. There was nothing refreshing in the movie. Every character was shown to have a story to them which least connects with the viewer. It was irritating too when the protagonists just keep hovering around their lost path and the abandoned place beyond reason. Yuvan disappointed big time. Silly movie it was.

As usual technology & internet that can make anything vulnerable has led to the release of first pictures of Endhiran. The first feel you get off them is that another typical shankar movie kind movie. Anything else is to be expected? Just on coincidental notes the other stalwart Kamal has also commenced his photo shoot of his magnum opus (a cheap expression by itself these days) Marmayogi. Both had a set pattern of operating in the industry, especially after 1995 since when I watched movies eagerly. With rajini the pattern is just as predictable as the number of active cells on George bush’s brain. With Kamal though it is not as unpredictable as the sub prime crisis, still a pattern as to the equivalent of political graph of Dravidian parties can be drawn. Kamal keeps acting in a chain of comedies (mostly) interlaced with his ambitious (that sometime turns to be good) movies. A kadhala kadhala before a Hey Ram, Panchathanthiram & PKS before Anbe Sivam & Virumandi. A VV before Dasavatharam are examples. But the recent trend of Tamil movie breaking greater boundaries (both within and outside India) has up heaved both of then to a higher pedestal. Now budgets, collections are least and last of the issues. On that note one did Sivaji and the other did Dasavatharam. Without entering the debate about the success of these movies, what really succeeded was Tamil movie industry. It is being more widely accepted and acknowledged. With that new pedestal and the basic that technology can only aid a good film these stalwarts hopefully give us the right entertainment.

Panakkara Naai....

2008-09-11T22:03:00.000-07:00

Naai vechirukkura panakkaara naaihala,athunga aai porathukku katti vekkalada pavements.

Recent Movies.....

2008-09-01T04:19:00.000-07:00

Kuselan:SHIT.
SUBRAMANIAPURAM :Loved it, Liked it like hell.
DHAAM DHOOM: Well am taking the risk of even being labelled as inhuman for reviewing the dead (Director JEEVA). But this movie made me feel just "Good that the man is no more to make another atrocious movie and waste resources".

Dasavatharam cont....

2008-06-29T06:06:00.000-07:00

These days any big budget movie is a minimum draw. say a population of 6+ crores in tamilnadu. and assuming only 25% of them watch movies and further assuming all such kind would hit the theatres atleast once for these days' pre-release-propogandised blockbusters. At a very average ticket rate of rupees 20 per head, the mathematics comes to 30+ crores of collection. And that is the last of the bounty a filmamker looks at these days. Thanks to overseas, satellite rights, big bang openings. That explains why a movie like Shivaji or Dasavatharam can't be debated to be a hit or miss based on economics. But that small impute inherent in any movie would just stop a movie from being taken to the hearts of the people . A film saddles to heart of the people by entertainment, refreshment, emotional disturbance. In all of them or one of them. To cut a long story short, a mediocre stuff is a mediocre stuff. Dasavatharam undoubtedly is a masterful, mammoth task cut out on screen. But how does it help end of day if people don't connect. Kurosowa's and acclaimed directors made movies that stood test of time and geographic boundaries. Reason, cinema a visual medium was enriched by them. And it is only sad for a movie to be understood and explained in forward mails. And before anyone would squeal dasa is for the enlightend, bet the maker had such an illusion.As indicated in one of my previous posts the ingrain of cultural divisiviness in the brains of, atleast the learned tamils, makes them predjudicative about different movies and heroes. It can't be more emphasised by the point that it is unacceptable to be a fan of both kamal and rajini. Acclaiming and criticising them on equal scales. You must be mundane then. BUt hurl one and hail other is acceptable anytime. This is not another exhaustive rajini vs kamal (should it be kamal vs rajini,given the fact kamal is senior?) debate. As a generation, rajini and kamal movies were what with which we had grown. in the late 80's and early 90's if you had come to me, a boy of 10-12 then and asked if you liked rajini or kamal, i would have just replied i like cinema. I still would answer the same for that question. In so mammoth leaps the tamil film industry has taken, these two are real pillars who are entertianing a tonne times more than all the crop of current youngsters. Time, has made cinema synonymous with entertainment to us. And that is divided as two types rajini and kamal. And what would you prefer at any point of time. Well any one as they would entertain as in their best ways. So owning a DVD of thalapathy and Thevar magan as a pricey posessions is no new for a real cinema lover. When a baba does fail, we do say ok fine let's see whats next. And with Dasa we only say that kamal betrayed us. We are only pained that such hardwork has been overshadowed by his ego and more so by his fetish for make ups. C'mon don't say technical brilliance. To the standards of technical brilliance and freshness new direcotrs have got into tamil cinema, this movie looked like a puppet show in various instances. And mediocrity is no compromise for right intentions. Dasavatharam has a average hollywood flick kinda oneleine story. And beyond that everything is left to the screenplay to sustain. And thats where he falters giving sparks of brilliance rarely and a drab most of the time. Smitten is he himeself in between with his prophecies, which no bloody hell is interested. too many loose ends you see. A dasavatharam should have taken kamal to higher pedestal (hidden case:any movie of his would never ever deprive him oh his achieved stature), but fails. And to attribute that failure to the audience is a shame on him.

Dasavatharam and the average cinema lover......

2008-04-29T22:28:00.000-07:00

better late than never. Taking on Dasavatharam's trailer and music or well without even taking on it the following things are for sure,

1) Kamal periya aalu thaan ba...
2) A film is only as good as it is accepted by people from all centers....

3) The third and the most elaborate of my non taking of Dasavatharam music is that , Himesh Reshamiyya by any sort of standard or explanation is a misfit here. A misfit that is a culminate of a crate of misunderstandings, most commonly nomenclatured as MARKETING DEMANDS. Undeniable is the fact that they could have easily settled for a more renowned South Indian music director. Even citing the reason of being a multilingual doesn't stand a valid reason for Reshamiyya on board. As still 3 out of the 4 languages it is being made are only south Indian languages . And as again there are eminent music directors who have established unabashed fan following for themselves, mostly through movies that are just dubbed inter languages. And quite a handful of them have perched on the bollywood arena too. So if they thought Himesh Reshamiyya could serve a facilitator for the multilingual tag of the movie they were wrong. Or just had they thought that he could give the movie an address atleast in the bollywood arena, again they are wrong. Or i shudder had they ever thought Reshammiya's music could bring an universal appeal as supplementing to kamal's addiction for universal recognition. Simple is that nothing but a belligerent producer or actor or director whoever it is, explains of having him as the music director. And truth is that he can't even manage to bring the real crowd in even for a Hindi movie.Was the content of the movie so unacceptable for some music directors to have not accepted the film. In that case viewers beware.

And what is this attitude of scoring only the songs and not the background score. As known a trend started by A.R.Rehman, such unhealthy it is. An escapist tendency i would say. Now look at this , once a movie is planned the foremost thing is to make the story sink into three persons who are the only ones referred by the word DIRECTOR in the glossary of cinema. They are the movie's Director, Music Director and Art Director. Here is a situation where we get him scoring all the songs and enter devisri prasad for background scoring. And none of them i bet would have got a hearing from the director or the scriptwriter. They would have only dealt this on a situation to situation basis. At least that is what i feel. In that case it would only end up being a remorse for the viewers. when they can't even get as simple a full time music director for a film how silly it is of the people concerned with the movie and those people concerned with the people concerned with the movie to hail this to be a classic sort. Well as said in point 2 Dasavatharam will be judged aptly on day one of its release to public. And in case people offer to reject it there would be a malicious campaign propagating the theory of viewers being fools and failing to connect with the movie. Mumbai Express , remember? A trash that was. Still some people who claim to eat, sleep, breathe good cinema blame the viewers as to not having understood a classic. Bullshit. Well it's meandering, as though i am a kamal basher. but even a iota of non inclusiveness of the average viewer by so called methais should be unabashedly bashed. I am off late stuck with this phrase of khaled hosseini and borrow the same for this situation too. If in general everything about Dasavatharam is a turmoil of uncertainty, small things like himesh reshammiya could make it a certainty of turmoil.

A Thousand Splendid Suns

2008-04-18T04:30:00.000-07:00

Having abandoned at least a dozen books midway or even before take off makes me ruminate often as, what had happened to my fetish for reading. But A Thousand Splendid Suns
is really arresting.

Raghuvaran...

2008-03-18T22:32:00.000-07:00

Long time, say some 8-10 years back, Raghuvaran in a interview said "ethir kaalathil director aahum latchiyathudan uzhaikkum ella assistant directors um avenga kathai leh enakku nu oru character create panni vechirukkaanga" . That he counted as his achievement of his career. one of the few versatile actors , who can infuse life into a film even as dead wood as Sivappathikaaram . Off late we saw him much shriveled on screen and here today his life comes to an end. Never knew he was so old (60 years) .

Anjaathaey...

2008-03-14T03:29:00.000-07:00

Easily one of the most self indulgent movies , where in the director takes his own liberties to unfold the story about two friends. There are moments of exhilaration. Director manages to pose erudite at points. But such moments are measly in proportion smothered in a lengthy drab narration. Not entirely drab though , as do many scenes carry some spirit, but yet could have been easily done away with. Well even i didn't have any qualms over sitting through those scenes unfolding at its own pace. And when all that detailed , though not snail spaced, scenes can only lead to a ridiculous climax is when you get exasperated. Looks like the director gave full freedom to the camera man to showcase all his abilities at the cost of time. And what about the casting?. Narain though sparks as such in moments , as a coherence fails to convince as to whether he is playing a frivolous guy or the traditional hero. As to other characters they just do what they ought to do . That makes a case as why exactly was the necessity to have a pandia rajan or prasanna don such roles, who do not bring any freshness in those roles. And ponvannan is easily the worst of the casting lot. A standard movie on the outset, just misses being super standard by some yards and finally may even manage to pose sub standard as because of the length and the unfolding of the climax. And why i hate the unfolding of climax is when all along the movie you accept to engage yourself with the director and all of a sudden he makes a mockery of your intelligence.

Sujatha.......

2008-02-28T04:05:00.000-08:00

Ananda Vikatan introduced Sujatha to me and the Tamil film industry made me take a keen note on him. Though i never dug deep into his literary works , did at times read some of them. A book on easy ways to write a screen play is the only book of his that i read completely. Experiences of having failed big times by trying to lay my hands on his simplification of puranaanooru, made me understand my literary restrictions. When in morning i read that news in Hindu , my first reaction was -Oh! man finally your time too arrived. later going through my regular blogs i see every one almost expressing schock over the news. Totally uncalled for you see. Well if you had been regularly tracking this man, through him or any other source, it was only evident that he himself was the first person awaiting this news-as rightly put by kamal. Well all in all, quite a prolific character that he was, has gone for some eternal rest. He has done some real hard work to settle for such a rest.RIP.

Barbering Lessons.

2008-02-08T04:21:00.000-08:00

It's a monthly routine to submit my head to my now so routine barber. Quite a chatterbox he is. But you get to know so much information as to which real estate deal get clicked in BTM, which went bust, how much the corporation got under the table, which hotel adds how much soda in their food, which new tree was cut all kinds. If only he could give me details as to who sleeps with whom in BTM he gets fully qualified to start a english news channel. On one such occasions couple of days ago, out of all his disconnected topics he suddenly uttered these words and i quote "Entha velaya iruntha enna sir seeyarathukku interest irukkanum. athukku thevayana moolai irukkanum. Naanellam saavura varaikkum barber thaan. atheh maatha mudiyathu". I rest the case.

sellaathu sellaathu......

2008-02-05T05:14:00.000-08:00

The nonsensicality about being an aggressive fool is that you only stretch yourself to be puerile.

Interviews. demands, offers,career........

2008-01-31T22:28:00.000-08:00

The act of acting pricey is a bit dicey. Acting pricey with people ,who are real pricey and yet decides to be modest is fun and danger entwined. Acting pricey to people who you actualy look down is delirious joy. So finding a mean of these two situations would enable find the line of best fit, careerpath. And when you actualy decide with no confidence on your decision making skills all that can come to your rescue is "Ellam Nanmaikae".

martyrish musings.....

2008-01-29T10:39:00.000-08:00

I do not know if still the school in which i did almost my entire schooling holds on to this practice of assembling at 11 AM on this day (30 January) every year and observe a two minute silence for all the martyrs who redeemed our nation . I do not know if doordharshan still holds on to its anniversarily screening of the movie Gandhi. My hairs do raise everytime i see this. Also still remember how i felt the ending of the movie "The legend of Baghat Singh" as a tight slap on me. Patriotism, like any other feeling just creeps in at times and drains as against the daily stupidites that easily gain control of us.

Valorous Vanity.....rants to the me myself.......

2008-01-24T21:14:00.000-08:00

Albert Einstein defined insanity as doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. But how else does one conjure expertise. It takes a hell for a myriad mind to get focused. A task must maraud your intellect. Or serve as a masseuse for the ever ignited ego. You do ten tasks in a day. Think about a hundred fancies, fallacies in a day. The less stupidity of doing such things for years atttains its high when you start assuming yourself to be a multi tasker. mayiru, Mannangatti. How difficult is it that just getting up in the morning and goin for a run, given the fact that you need that badly to keep yourself in shape? it's definitely not as easy as thinking and visioning about it for months now. Having all right intentions is not so noble you know. It takes a tough nut to get on track and translate those intentions to real things. And due course one does gets affected by monotony. Monotony and boredom are here forever to stay. So why keep rebuking them unnecessarily. The strange thing about this vanity is that , all just one needs is just a Grandeur vision of having all your visions implemented. Now that is circular reference. Well keep ranting until you get tasks that really maraud your ego and serve as a masseuse for the ever ignited ego Intellect. Am for one dying to find them.

Media......

2008-01-23T23:20:00.000-08:00

This is news.

Appo avaru vechiruntheh Rhea Pillai eh ippo yaaru vechirukkaa?

Nalla paakuraanga da maama velai.

Bheema......

2008-01-17T23:35:00.000-08:00

A lingusamy meet selvaraghavan movie goes astray and looks upon us like a moron in the end.

Lingusamy :Some gyan for you.You have trisha on your crew, you screw and you fail.

I bet vikram would have ever heard the story narrated. (As if there was one?)

And god's sake just scraping nose with nose is not romantic and it's rather irritating.

Harris jayraj re-re tunes the same kakha kakha music.

Songs, the worst irritant of this pointeless movie.

Raghuvaran- RIP.

Prakashraj-evlo naal thaan naanga un ore nadippeh rasikkara maaariyae nadikkarathu.Mudiyalapa.

Only good thing about the movie was, it pushed me to think about getting back to my Gym.

Oram Po....

2008-01-10T21:33:00.000-08:00

NO, this is not about the movie Oram po. Today the auto drivers are in a 6 to 6 strike to press for revision in the rate charged per kilometer. Though the strike takes place in unision , there are subgroups within the entire auto faction with one group demanding the revision to be Rs.7.5 per Km and another group demanding it to be Rs.10 per Km. FYI the current existing rates are Rs.6 per Km. If facts are to be believed almost 85-90% of autos in bangalore run on gas. So doing a simple conservative analysis of factoring in the cost of gas, mileage etc at current rates only these autos have an operating margin of 200 %. But still they demand more. And if you are gonna consider their extra earnings like asking for 1.5 time charge for anything after 8 Pm or for any distance beyond 15 Km are so, the margins expand still furhter obscenely. May be people should counteract. How about all the public deciding not to use any auto services until they reduce the fares to be Rs.4 per Km. You see there is a purpose for shankar's movies. itheh sonna nammala cinema paarthu kettu ponavan nu solluvaangeh.

PS: this post is strictly for bangalore and no way applies to chennai where there is no concept of metering at all. May be they will also revise the minimum fare they charge from the existing Rs. 25 to Rs.40 based on bangalore revision.

Modi,Media and Mortality.......

2007-12-23T19:54:00.000-08:00

A true terminator in so many kinds is here today to say "I am Back". Pun intended. Atleast disproved the theory that the media catering only to the english understanding, bollywood watching people are the biggest watchdog of Indian Democracy. They, like politicians are just dogs with a different fleas. After all Mortality is for everyone to deal with.

Jus a small long post....

2007-12-17T09:55:00.000-08:00

PASSION is a kind of double edged Knife. It leads to prejudices of both what you believe and what you don't. prejudicative belief or non belief isn't anyting uncanny at all. All are just as myopic as it can be. There is no degree to passion. Eihter you are or you ain't. Simple. And there is no wrong in not being passionate about something or anything at all. Life is a boon. So much so to enjoy in one life , that being lithy helps to derive more out of it. Deviousness is not daring all the times. All that takes is to desist trying to be intelligent everytime. No , you can't and why try so?. Well this is no philosophical rant. Philosophical, though debatable ain't rant for sure. I bet you relate to them. It all starts with every hyped up release. This time it was billa. If you had the faintest idea as to what to expect from the movie you are still welcome. Having to know what we might get out of a movie needs just a little intelligence. But getting in to see billa expecting a kurosowa or for that matter any of legend to unfold is being so preposterous. They are not the benchmarks and as a matter of fact there is no such benchamrk for the art of filmmaking. It is so much so personal and different as every individual on this earth. Accept that it as your mistake as to have unmatched expectations. And being the human you are no wonder that you chose to blame some one else. Here in you easily blame the film and the maker. These are the pundits who as much accept or discard any movie without a premise of their own. For them movies like Kallori and Evano Oruvan are good movies and billa, Sivaji kind of movies are damp squibs. What they fail to ever understand is any movie is only as good as it reaches peoples heart. Just a simple thing they fail to assimilate and keep cribbing that billas and Sivajis are detriment to cinema. It is something different to analyse a movie and wigh its pros and cons. It is stupidity and utter nonsense fromt hese half baked prejudictive peopel which are real detriment to cinema than the one who are ready to assimilate all kind of movies and digest their own kinds. More to come.......

Why IR is GOD....

2007-12-14T13:41:00.000-08:00

Almost a decade now. Thats approximately 500 intoxicated weekends. 500 blissful weekends of IR's music and you still yearn. Music is God. Music is IR.

Kallori

2007-12-07T22:14:00.000-08:00

"Saamurai" was a remarkable movie. It stood testimony to the directorial abilities of Balaji Sakthivel. The movie, part of the vigilante band movie of that time and the one that was quite sensible too, wasn't something unexpected of a shankar's protege. In Kaadhal, a genuine attempt to capture a real rural love, balaji found a new love towards realism. Also looks he has fallen in to a trap. Or rather S films has trapped him in to make such formulaic movies. You can draw parallel to each and every frame of his latest venture Kalloori with that of Kaadhal. A citation could be the characterization of ramesh (the guy with the native slang and the witty onliners) is just another sort of the mechanic kid from kaadhal. But comparisons apart, the director has genuinely yet again ventured to capture life from yet another rural milieu. CAPTURE , is the keyword. Its almost like a candid camera stuff with each characters being as natural as possible. But what is the point in just capturing. Its like seeing on screen what you knew. Everyone knows there is a muthu, ramesh,kayal in every arts college and not necessary together as friends as much like in the movie. Movies, definitely ought ot be reflectionsof realitties. But no viewer goes yet again to see what he sees in real on screen to. What he ponders is if the movie helps him read between those realities and find some entertainment or enlightenment amidst such happenings. And thats the role of a story in a movie. And balaji fumbles big time in not having a solid story. Like my friend rightly commented "it's like seeing kana kaanum kaalangal on a big screen". Cut. To give a snapshot of the story. A group of friends after schooling, also have opportunity to share friendship by opting fr the same course at the local arts college. Also , a city bred girl out of circumstantial constraints is fored to take up the course. The girl though initialy feeling lost, slowly gels with the gang of friends and becomes very much a part of them. There in it is all about the small happiness, small fights, small tragedies that happen for them and among them. And the natural process of friendship turning to affection and wanting to turn to love. However there is a vigil in the form of one of the ever ethical , ever being politicaly correct friend. And henceforth the trauma of wanting to be in love, but being unable on counts of, whatelse again reality. Cut. So the story is definitely the one of beaten to death kind. Though balaji breaks the all cult exaggerated notions of student gimmicks, lousy professor kindof colleges shown in cinema for ages still creates his own cult of exaggeration. Like the duo character, which do evoke laughter but aint anything real. So balaji do falters in being consistently real. And there is no necessity to be consistently real at all. Also the college culturals are just like those mansion scenes (the ramp show) from kaadhal, trying to show them as real as possible only to get the audince wrath, for by then the CAPTURING concept goes a bit overboard. By this time there is so much realism, that you are wanting for some cinema ism in the movie. And comes bang the bastardly contrived climax. That makes u forget the feat (to take real people and picture them in reality) that the director managed to pull about the whole movie and hate him. Balaji saktivel, still does not convince us of having given a near perfect picture as much he has convinced us of his directorial abilites. But is that too much an ask.

PS:But, if there is one reason u need to watch this movie then it is tamanna. She is fantabulous, fitting the character to tee.Given the fact she is the most expereinced of the cast, plays true to her character and emotes excellently. It was a kind of revelation to watch her in some scenes. Say the one at bus stop, stopping to pick up muthu and yet not trying to pick him up. Undoubtedly shes quite fabulous too.

What the hell does one do.......

2007-12-07T21:05:00.000-08:00

Despairing is a jinx. Devout allegiance to heartfelt needs, not desires isn’t easy at all. Donning to deliver and ditch is detrimental, as one disdains self. What the hell does one do, but dwell and deal perdition.

ATM -Aaravaramatra Thoivaana Mettuhal....

2007-10-24T10:12:00.000-07:00

ATM songs on a first hearing gives a damp feeling. Some graceful dance and grandeur picturization , which is almost guaranteed for any vijay movie these days might save the songs on screen. Kaetta A R Rahman paatu, kaetka kaetka thaan you can realise the layers of music embedded and appreciate it nu solranungha. appdi yellam onnum illai. paatu yellam maaaanga maaari irukku.

Vengsarkar warns senior cricketers to perform....

2007-10-09T06:12:00.000-07:00

Remember Imran khan once commenting on the ongoing feud between Inzamam and late Bob woolmer. "At end of the day Inzamam is definitely a great cricketer than woolmer and he naturaly would not be at ease with all ideas from a less greater cricketer than him". So at the end of the day the trio to whom allegedly vengsarkar warned are definitely the greatest cricketers India have ever produced and i definitely want them to give a shit to less greater cricketer like vengsarkar. What an horrible sort of an administrator is he! He sucks.

Katrathu Tamizh (A) Tamizh M.A

2007-10-09T04:52:00.000-07:00

In a recent interview to rediff the director ram of Tamizh M.A attributes the reason of cinema being a powerful medium as the reason for his transition to a filmmaker from being a literary personality. It is the very same reason i despise him and his film. Having acknowledged the efficacies of cinema the medium it would have been only sane for the director to be clinically precise in his deliberations, especially when handling a sensitive issue like economic inequalities. The movie is all about a first hand narration of vicissitudes of the protagonist who is supposedly a tamizh graduate. I, after all those out of blue sky rocketed pre release hype for this movie , still managed to not carried away by all those hypes, which is very difficult for the movie buff i am. Let us be clear that the movie has nothing to do with tamizh. It is a story about a psychotic protagonist. And tamizh cinema as such has seen many such characters. The most recent one being selvaraghavan's protagonist in kathal Kondein (Interestingly the psychotic protagonist in here is an engineering student). So again am emphasizing that this is a movie about a psychotic guy and nothing to do with tamizh. And that was one perfect reason that made to not like this movie. Why do they want to promote a movie on something which they have not done? Also the director who manages to capture the varying timeline across the whole movie fails miserably to capture the exact time line where in the protagonist pursues his M.A at all. What a lackadaisical effort for a movie whose original title was TAMIZH M.A? So is the movie all a bad one. No not at all. Many a things sans the pseudo tamizh affiliation is perfect in the movie. A top notch casting, a riveting performance delivered by the cast, aided to their best by other technicians like music director, cameraman, sound engineer all makes this nothing short of a brilliant technically sound movie. A heartful applause for jeeva to have submitted himself yet again to a director. That is how actors are born and groomed. To cut a real long story short, Jeeva who though not sufficient, doesn’t complain either and sails with life with his Rs.2000 salaried tamizh teacher job. A petty incident, which could happen to anyone on the street, leads him to kill a railway station clerk accidentally. It is from here he turns completely psychotic and runs amok, roaming around like a vagabond and finding solace among doping saints. Amidst all the squalor nomadic life he murders 22 people for no reason or rhyme. And it is not all about that accidental murder. The director, flashbacks a little to show the growing of this protagonist, jeeva. Right from his childhood the protagonist is suffering separations from his relations by all sorts. Be it his father who is a military man or a horrid accident which deprives of him his entire family. So in all those transitions of life he also gets separated from his childhood sweetheart anandhi (played aptly by Anjali) with whom he shares a different world and lives a entire different life. These scenes indulging a kerela border location and the children are pretty plain sans any amusement, which is a natural outcome of children acting. Then he proceeds to do some more killings, meets his childhood sweetheart in the most obvious of the cinematic situations and spends some boring time with her before they end their lives, as it would have been totaly unsatisfactory for the director to let them live having had killed almost anyone and everyone in the movie.
Although it is a movie about a psychedelic person, still the director goes overboard in many sequences. Especially the sequences where in the director thrusts his apathy for software, IT people whom he portrays as sinners who have done indelible betrayal to their mother tongue by having learned english. Such a myopic portrayal it is. There is this scene with the call centre employee, which is a shit load of nonsense. It was the most shameful depiction of a bharathiyar's poem on screen. The director cum music director fails here in the most miserable way. And about the other scene in software company the less said is better. The directors’ intention whatsoever it was for these scenes are not real. So why try spreading what you don't believe. And at the end in a hurry to pass on some message the director makes the hero to mouth some angry lecture on the economic inequalities. And he defines economic inequalities as the difference between people who can afford to be inside a Spencer or a sathyam Cineplex and those who couldn afford and are forced to stay outside them. Yet another myopic, non self-believing view of the director.

Dealing with economic inequalities is no new theme for tamizh cinema. People have gone to become stalwarts, superstars & chief ministers after depicting to have fighting all those inequalities. But here what we get to see is a colossally wry half hearted depiction of a issue and more also with a squalor premise, sauntering s & slipping screenplay and a somber feel all over it. Jus in case you thought this review is a mindless& meandering blame the movie, for it was one.

நள்ளிரவு நினைவுகள்

2007-09-30T13:07:00.000-07:00

நாட்கள் கணக்காமல்
நகர்கிறது வாழ்க்கை

நினைவுகளுள் உழன்று
நிலாவுடனே உலாவந்த
நிதானமற்ற நாட்களை
நினைத்தாலே இனிக்கும்.

..............................தொடரும்..........

borne ultimatum

2007-09-30T12:33:00.000-07:00

The ultimate expereince of watching a action thriller. It's been quite a while having had an experience like this. You never for once want to move your eyes away from the action on screen.

haiku for a haiku

2007-09-04T04:20:00.000-07:00

chumma oru andharu...trying to define haiku with a haiku...

with words so least
a poem from the east
means a feast.

Enna mayithukku....

2007-09-04T03:52:00.000-07:00

With most of my sunday evenings/nights being spent on the return journey from chennai to bangalore,, to get bck to be the schmuck i am, i rarely do get to see the TV programs. Reality shows and talent hunts are the current hotties on TV. Saw Sun TV's OOO La La a couple of times . It's a crisply edited no nonsense show. But for one thing i noticed ,the indifferent attitude of the judges. They for me ,look like they are not interested being there. Especialy this guy callled paul jacob. Enna mayithukku aven angae ukkarnthu irukkanu therleh.The longest and the most prolific comment he made ever was "gud work guys.keep it up".

Kill the Individual ..Kill the Idea.

2007-08-29T00:42:00.000-07:00

Been contemplating on this for a while now.

Salman Rushdie recently said, "The thing I learned most at Cambridge was that you should be as brutal as possible toward ideas but as courteous as possible to the people who hold them. It is entirely proper that people not be discriminated against, whatever damn fool thing they believe. "

May be Godse missed the point.

That makes me remember the feeling i had after reading "My experiments with Truth". I felt it was a total shit. This was not the Gandhi i perceived. And sought to search for the real Gandhi.

Till now it's futile.

எனது ஹைக்கூகள்........

2007-08-24T13:07:00.000-07:00

தன் தாகம் தீராமலே
தாகம் தீர்க்க திரிகிறான்
இளநீர் விற்பவன்.

கோயில் உண்டியலில்
போட்டேன் பிச்சைக்காரன் வாங்க
மறுத்த காசுகளை.

LEFT should be Left....

2007-08-24T02:31:00.000-07:00

I dont understand the nuclear deal...but once cho said "If the left has a future in India there is no future left for India"...

Robert Altman says speak less

2007-08-24T02:15:00.000-07:00

Robert Altman while reviewing Rashomon says this is perfect how a picture shud be with less conversation an goes on to add if people want conversation they better can switch on the radio...Films should always be a visual medium....Now i understand why charlie chaplin is a genius and what mani ratnam and RGV are supposedly trying!!!!..

SIVI Music rocks

2007-08-24T02:13:00.000-07:00

DHARAN in SIVI simply rocks.....a refreshing album....

The Truth is.....

2007-08-22T21:11:00.000-07:00

The truth is with some people around you having the habit of never acting reasonably you might though at time seem to be too silly.....

happenings

2007-08-03T04:21:00.000-07:00

it has been quite a while i did write something in this space. Definitely being busy at work was not all the reasons.:-) A whole ot of events and issues happened over this period. First may be it is pure irony that Sivaji is cleberating it's 5oth day in box office or i just want a reason to write about thalaivar and this great good movie.

It's a known fact that Sivaji is a blockbuster to have busted all measures of records. It has set all new horizons of records.It is also known the amount of debate it has created about a unworthy movie and a unworthy actor being given more of attention and hype. I always make it a point to not defend thalaivar or his movies to anyone, atleast not to the levels of a fanatic. But in all those negative criticisms about the movie i see a common thread. It is more about rajiani bashing than actual criticism. Yes the whole point of these guys are wrong. Just smack them. These things apart, me still trying to ctach up with the movie for the 5th time. May be this 5oth day is the occasion, provided i do get ticketss...

The presidential election happened and we have our first woman president. Well the true fact is that the office of president is more or less redundant. And APJ by all his unconventional spirit did bring some dignity to that office. Apart from being there for signing documents he used his power to reach to as much as peopel to instill a hunger for knowledge and growth. No president has ever done that so explicitly. But APJ will only do that for wherever he is. The only people as usual who ruthlessly enjoyed in all aspects of the presidential election was the media. And the worst gimmick they tried was to make a hero out of APJ. The for once didn't know he was already one.

Haneef, the australian doctor i guess is contemplating with a hollywood studio to sell his story to be made as a movie in 2010. Such was the drama. With only the sole intention of wanting the world to be free od terrorism i wish haneef's claims of his innocence are true and he lives a peaceful life ahead. But i still have a feeling like Indian government did not react strong.

Well a lotz more happened airtel super singer junior, rains in chennai and bangalore etc. Don't know if all these things affect us or if at all we have to be affected.

Straight from my inbox

2007-06-23T03:01:00.000-07:00

Some funny interesting good SMSs ....

Result naalu therinchidchina, leave naalu naragam aayidum.santhosham thaangha mukkiyam..!! -BY exam eh sariya ezhuthaama sivaji dialogue paesi samalippor sangam.

Beer ponguvathu pola un vaazhvil mahizhchi pongattum

CIGARATTE pugai pola un puhazh paravattum

PAN pARAG suvai pola endrum un vaazhvu inikkatum….!!BY entha ketta pazhakkamum illatha vaalibar sangam

SMALL lOVE STORY: There was a blind girl who hated every1 except her boyfriend, She would tell him “If I had eyes I would marry you”.After somedays someone donated eyes to that girl. She saw her boy friend and was surprised b’coz he was blind. The boy asked her “now u have eyes,will u marry me?”The gal was calm for some time and said “NO”. The boy walked away and told her softly “Take care of my eyes”.

Pasangalukku pudichathu –ponnungha konjurathu

But ponnungalukku pudichathu –pasanga kenjurathu..BY innum yaarayum kenjatha vaalibar sangam.

Mudi valarntha vettalaam,naham valarntha vettalaam, aana moolai valarntha????kavalai padatha un nalla manasukku appadi yellam nadakkathu

Tea-la oru china pali sethukadantha poison nu sollurangha.But biriyani-la oru kozhiyae sethu kedakku..yosingha…BY biriyani saapidaama kuska mattum saapiduvor sangam.

Uzhaikkum vaiyathil uranga ninaithaal urangum vaiyathil uzhaikka naeridum

Interviewer:if earth starts rotating 30 times faster than now what will happen?

Sardar: I will get salary daily…

Think differently to gain success….

New friends may be a poem but old friends are like alphabets,so if u forget the alphabet u cannot read the poem

Ammavin anbu,kuzhanthayin sirippu,,kaathaliyin mutham…ithai yellathayum vida inimaiyaanthu nee sonna ntha 3 vaarthai…”quarter vaangi tharraen”..

2 men searchin for their lost wives..

1^st: hw ur wife look like?

2^nd: 5’11,36-24-36,fair,bold,blue eyes,sexy.what abt urs?

1^st: forget mine.letz search urs.

Puli ku munnadi pona maanum

Ponnuku pinnaadi pona aanum nalla vaazhnthatha sarithiramae illa.

Petrol potu car ottalamnu solraangha

Diesel potu car ottalamnu solraangha

Gas potu car ottalamnu solraangha

Thanni potu car ottina mattum police aen pudikkiraanga?

Mini scissors-59mm

Scissor-68mm

Scirs filtr-69mm

Gold flake 68mm

Gold filter-69mm

Wills-74mm

Kings-84mm

Kaja Beedi-59 mm

Information is wealth.

Love the 1 who cares 4 u, care the 1 who shares with u,share the 1 who knows u,know the 1 who miss u, but don miss the 1 who is –“MADE 4 U”

Commonly my heart is gold,one competition comes will lion,truth telling,good doing,victory up victory come,dancing,singing,celeberating,happiness seeing everyday..can’t understand translate to tamil.

People are made to be loved and things are made to be used. The confusion in the world is people are being used and things are being loved.

Failure should never go to ur heart and success shud never go to ur head..be simple..think positive..

Life is small-Live it

Love is short-feel it.

Anger is injurious-dump it

Troubles are momentary-face it.

Memories are sweet-remember it

Problemis just the distance between expected and the reality.So either expect less or accept reality.Problem is no more.

Once all village ppl decided to pray fr rain. On d day all ppl gathered.Only one boy came with umbrella. That is faith. Believe in urslef!

Balance sheet of Life:

Birth-opening balance

Death-closing balance

Soul-Fixed Asset

Brain-Fixed deposit

Heart-current asset

Thinking-current account

Creative-capital

Character-stock in trade

Friends-general reserve

Behavior-goodwill

Patience-interest earned

Love-dividend

Children-bonus issue

Education-patents

Knowledge-investments

Experience-premium account.

Diary kurippuhal..

2007-06-21T23:40:00.000-07:00

It was some time in the dawn of millennium, 2001 ,when i occasionally used to visit classes at CEG. And in all those occasions for almost a couple of years I managed to carry a diary with me. In that diary I did a lot of scribbling. A lot. Some decipherable, some idiotic, some poetic (supposedly). In this section I would like to share some of those scribblings. One such …on lines of thinking of that age (22 or 23)...and also guess halfway through i ve abandoned the english (an incompleteness prevails) version and hopped to tamil...both versions here..

SSIk.....

Lady on my lap

A hand on her hip

My lip on her lip

We just start with a sip

With increasing grip

Inside her will I dip

A feeling that rip

My heart away..

மங்கையவளை மடியிலிட்டு

மல்லிகை கொடியிடை பற்றி

பெண்பூ முகம் வருடி

பனியிதழில் புதைந்து

இதழ்த்தேன் பருகிட

பற்றியது தீவிரவாதம்

பார்ப்போமே ஜெயிப்பது யார் வாதம்,

பருகினோம் மாற்றி மாற்றி தேனதை

பிறவி பயன் தந்தனள் தேவதை.

பசியும் தீராத

தேனும் தீராத

புனித தேடல் இது.

தேடல் மேலும் வலுக்கிறது

தேன் மேலும் சுவைக்கிறது

ஊண் உயிர் எரிகிறது

கடவுள் புரிகிறது?

முயலொத்த பருவ வேகத்தில்

முற்றில்லா அன்பின் யாகத்தில்

முடிவில்லா மோக தாகத்தில்

முத்தத்தால் மாண்டும்

முத்தத்தால் மீண்டும்

முழக்கமிட்டோம் காதலை,

கடவுள் புரிந்தது.

Rambles- SIVAJI is the BOSS

2007-06-19T01:56:00.000-07:00

There seems to be no satiation with SIVAJI. True to the name (BOSS) thalaivar has stamped his authority over the box office. I would not just want to end up writing a review of the movie. I know it is already too late to review Sivaji. Let me try and talk in general about the movie, more about thalaivar and even more about comments,reviews i had come across in th past week. To be frank there are people who have written off anything and everything about Sivaji as mere hoopla or sorts. Some of them have reviewed the movie and in all those i see a common thing. A Kind of oblique remark in the beginning of their reviews like, "Fans of Rajini may not like this review and hence do not read beyond". As like that , people who never believed rajini is a seasoned versatile actor, down to earth humble person ,an unchallenged SUPERSTAR can still read further and know how wrong you had opined all your life.

The movie is simply a riotous relish to be reveled. That simply sums up the Sivaji expereience. First and all it's about thalaivar's look. Right from the first snaps of the movie was released everybody was convinced that thalaivar has been picturized in the best of his looks. And it is evident in each and every frame of the movie. Thalaivar simply rocks. what i loved about his looks or in general about thalaivar was how he has stretched himself to unimaginable limits. Shankar definitely has done the trick. Thalaivar doing a RAP,appearing fully bald ,rewinding his hairstyles, all exciting hairdos, scintillating transformations to MGR,Sivaji,kamal all were just fascinating. And whatever thalaivar does he does it so convincing.A special mention has to be made about his looks in the vaaji song. The roman emperor kind of looks (one with beard and one without) is simply style & majesty redefined. As to the acting part thalaivar does it at ease. The first half comic sequences are easily acted by thalaivar as like breathing . The way thalaivar holds on to the act of "vaanga pazhahalaam" is easily admirable. It is a deceptive way prevelant in general to keep emphasizing on a particular thing,only to make all look silly and easily win the opponent. and the other track of being black is also an easily relatable sequence. Some people say it was a cheap comedy based on racial attitude. All that one can say is you people are really going overboard and this is a very very much relatable sequence. Watch out the scene where in thalaivaar suddenly pops out of a tub filled with some sandal paste kind of thing and everyone around is scared and thalaivar mouths "Kazhuvittu vantha chumma kamalahaasan maari iruppaen". Itheh rasikka theriyathavangala enna nu solla?And he convinces us as the frustrated citizen who faces obstacles in his path to his goals. And when finally he decides to take on the baddies and the system is when the screen starts spitting fire. The tea kadai scene is easily the pick of the movie. one should see the elan oozing every inch of that scene. the way thalaivar whistles (in this he makes a statement like ,naangha yellam basic eh conductor di...), mouths those dialogues "bajji saapdu, athuleh paathi kudu...haan bajji leh illa kanna". Tailor made dialogues executed to precision by thalaivar. What thalaivar starts as a personal revenge gets converted in to a mission of noble cause. Thalaivar gets the taste of black money and decides to unearth them to be used for all useful purpose. To get a bit euphemistical even Gandhiji took up the noble cause only after some personal inflicts. So does thalaivar takes up the issue on a larger scale. Also it is a bit of robinhoodic like robbing the thieves. And i really don't get when people say there is no big story in this movie. May be a lackof full length,amma,thangachi senti or kathal ethirppu makes look like a story is absent. AndFYI shankar's movie always had a one line story and his movie is all about how he presents that one line. With themomentum picking up with every second in the second half, all hell breaks when the bald rajini enters. It is jus exhilarating rajini at his best. Thalaiavar could at any time beat the best villain hands down. And towards the end of the movie when he is supposed to turn as bad as the villains, the trick is more than done by the bald get up. Watch out thalaivar flashing into the room and saying "Boss,Mottai Boss"....then fingers some beats on his bald head. Gooose bumps yaar. Just imagine any anybody else to do such a shot without you laughing. I must admit here that every section be it the story,screenplay,music,editing had scope for improvement. It will always be there. But one man stands to defy all those shortcomings and enthrall you,excite you and maek you feel entertained at last.

There has been comments from neutral people (Mostly in US) like tickets are overpriced and this might lead to a trend of overpricing for tickets in general. And they say "Rich (Rajini) get richer...poor(fans) get poorer"...namma dialoguenamakkae...enna kodumai ithu sir?? Every sick movie with some saleable star gets a good opening and the tickets are always overpriced. Rajini has definitely been there in those mad sickness. But thalaivar has really grown beyond that and these are genuine demands. The genuine demand in me to see thalaivar on screen allows me to spend some extra bucks. So are millions and millions of fans. The monetary aspect is very important and the most importnat in any business. And here too it applies. But thalaivar's movie is something beyond that. "Vonaaya irunthu paartha thaan athoda nyayam puriyum". Another hilarious comment i read was when some one scathingly remarked "all hype for an old one time bus conductor" and there was this reply "Yes , a one time BMTC bus conductor who earns more than BMTC now".Nethi adi. Another general feeling is that the first half comedies were a bit childish or amateurish. Well thalaivar's fan are cut across age and class. What might seem silly to one may seem merrier to another. And thalaivar has the obligation to cater to all of them. This is also th case with the fights.Life is about being everything. But unfortunately practically it is impossible. So we need superstars and fascinations on screen to satiate all our undefinable,unexplainable, may be queer feelings. You need a thalaivar to sit like that and say with arrogance "MGR um naan thaan Sivaji um naaan thaan ". Again goose bumps.Thalaivar does that impeccably. People without such feelings, better luck next birth.

PS:seen the movie only once. Will see it again this weekend and will be back with more on Sivaji and especially on thalaivar and his dialogues.

One Tight Slap

2007-06-11T05:23:00.000-07:00

So Finally , Ford refuses to coach ego bloated Indian team. A heavy blow rather. OR is it Graham Ford was offered less?(prime reason cited for refusal is the one year contract tenure!!!)....maybe his emotional stress willnot break even with a years remuneration. Hell!! so lets see what the nuts at BCCI are gonna do now.

cricketing controversies continues...

2007-06-07T08:46:00.000-07:00

Really getting on one's nerves when browse through channels for the evening news and u hear those lines on the title. This time it's about the coach. Senior players (now that this term is being often used some one should clarify as to who actually constitute this gang) and the interim coach after thorough research has recomended Graham Ford for the post of coach and the man who heads the committee for ppointment of coach, sunil gavaskar in a unprepared manner has recomended john emburey as the coach. And seems the meeting failed to finalise on the appointment of a coach and apparently the senior players are unhappy with Sunil gavaskar's attitude towards the meeting. So why don't you senior players just slap sunny and jerk on his face. what empowers him so much to jeopardize the proceedings however miniscule might it be of importance as pertaining to national interest. Hight time BCCI opens up more about it's management . I can assure that offlate cricketing interests have plubged to all time low. So "Sunny ur dinner is ready (remember the goodold solidaire ad)". Just go eat em and shit em in ur own bathrooms u idiot. Not in the public u asshole.

R the Power

2007-06-07T00:31:00.000-07:00

Over tea break , while fumbling names for a coleagues due baby another colleague just threw in a phrophecy thatNames containing the letter "R " have a special power in them and suggested to chose such one. well of the seven peopel we were there, 3 people had R in their names. Now just on a genreal look MohanDas KaRamchand gandhi, JawahaRlal NehRu, IndiRa gandi, Rajiv gandhi, M.G.R, kaRunanidhi, Jayalalitha, Anna, PeRiyar, Amithab Bachan, AishwaRya Rai, IlaiyaRaja,A.R.Rehman, R.D.Burman, George Bush,Bill Clinton, Rajinikanth, kamlahassan,maniRatnam, Abdul Kalam, PeRvez MushaRRaf, Sachin TendulkaR, Kapil Dev, Vivian Richards, Mao tse tung, Joseph stalin, Lenin, Che GuveRa, SubRamaniya BhaRahiyaR,Mayawathi,Sonia gandhi, N.T.R,...oooppps...etc...thatz a whole lot of people who were, are popular, famous, powerful. But still being powerful is more different than being famous and popular. So doe the R ring in those powerful names?

on t he loose

2007-06-06T23:21:00.000-07:00

last weekend june 2 and 3 was in chennai and saw how literally every inch of soil was used to prate about 84th B'day of MK.now that is what one can call a B'day bash.well am not bashing anyone here. Some observations out of the closing meeting they had on june 3rd.

1)The oratory skills of the next generation of DMK leaders looks so bleak. Both in language and content wise they still (s)talk like nymphs. The fledglings, it seems, never learnt from the guru.

2)Paeraasiriyar, though most of the time is seen in his own world of nose scratching and pan fumbling mouth is one revelation before the mic. Hell he still raises hairs with his speech. In a short and sweet, unlike his apperance he summed up his party's and Mk's journey with a thumping elegance.

3)MK, neengha nallavaara?kettavara?. Whatsoever you may be "lest you gone, there is no leader whom a tamilian can look up to grow".Neeyae tamizhanin kadaisi muzhumuthal thalaivan. There is going to be a great void after you. What?JJ, VAIKO, Gaapdan.....chumma moodikitu pongappa.

ramble of a rapscallion mind.

2007-06-01T02:45:00.000-07:00

There in the middle of the day you sit, staring, trying to subterfuge the cacophonic puerile, ineluctable though might they be, scream that might serve catharsis. Nay , spook ain’t me. Dour seems to be all. All is not all. Palliate extenuate as can’t I deign to spite thine. Ache abut abound. Swirl the nape. Butt the ache. Rake ya will to Jake. Live for a sake. Sake that keeps ya wake. Need a break? Besot with wine and song. But, not for long. Day doesn’t long for ever. Every day added only make thy life.

The World of majidi-COLOR OF PARADISE (Rang e Khoda)

2007-05-28T04:36:00.001-07:00

With this movie majidi scales exotic heights in tems of visual beauty and subdued scintillating story telling style. In one of my previous posts i had penned my thoughts about the tamil movie mozhi. Actually i would have raved so much about that movie and would have sort of said that to be a definition of a feel good movie . And it on a whole got a spectaular reception across movie buffs. Both these movies handle the world of differently abled. But let me tell you frankly that Color of Paradise proves a ton times to be better than mozhi. No idea of belittling a movie or a director. Just wanted to compare and scale them so as also to understand the void in tamil cinema to create more sensible pictures. With no further digression let us get back to he world of majidi.

Majidi in this movie captures the world of a 8 year old Blind boy Mohammed. Mohammed studies ina school for the blind in tehran far away from his family. His family comprosis of his widowed father, 2 sisters and a doting grndmother. Now the father has a problem. He wants to get re married and mohammed could be a possible barrier. As it might take his whole life to care of the poor blind boy. He tries to plead with the scool authorities to have him with them for ever. The school refuses , as it is customary to shut down all activities for 3 months and all children will have to be taken back to their families. Which the father does, rather without a choice. The movie takes off with this plot. And the director captures the myriad emotions that undergo between the boy who craves for love, the father who hopes he still commands a more better life than just to support his blind son, the doting grnadmother who only loves and keeps loving to see both her son and the grandson are happy for ever. As like any other majidi film the plot remains simple. It never thickens or wades. You might even get a feeling if at all will the movie gather to a momentum. But majidi's world as such is like that. He keeps the plot and narration as simple as that.

Let me Reinforce the opinion that i have never ever seen a movie to depict so sensibly the world of differently abled. The mouth in general should only be a mouth piece of the heart. But in many circumstances it isn't. In such cases the eyes speak for what the heart needs and the mouth will not. But a blind child does not even have that option. He can only speak his heart with his mouth. So is mohammed. Like any blind child, also as told by the boy himself he uses his fingertips to understand this world. He feels everything, be it his braille lessons, his sister, the blossomed flowers, his adoring granny, the beach sands, the bird, everything. He constanlty feels them and still he is in pursuit of feeling only one. GOD. He eternally searches for him. The boy who has acted as mohammed is a revelation especially given the fact that he is no professional actor. Watch out the scene where he breaks down to the blind carpenter (to whom mohammed is ent by his father to live his rest of the life) as to how he yearns for love, to see God and many more and all that evades him only because he is Blind. Any heart should melt for this. The Father who is always in a dilemma , has been well acted by the concerned actor. He is just another ordinary man who wants more in life. But at cost will he get more and will he consciously pay that? Caught between them is the boys grandmother who fights her best to keep the boy. But when finally loses she is just shsttered. Shattered as to care for whose future.her son or her grandson? The characterization of the grandmother is shown to be very strong,sympathetic but only with the limitatations of a woman. Each character simply speak their heart.

I was stunned by some shots in the movie. The opening sequnce, in which the screen is just blank and the characters only keep speaking. It might get annoying, but the director simply fixes in our mind how the world of blind works.No visuals , only sounds. Such a exhilarating sequence is that. Also the constant use of animal sounds to portray emotions like fear (grunt if a wild animal), happyniess (birds chirping). Also the director establishes the mohammed's character as one which constantly studies everuthing he hears and feels. he tries to decode everything fromt he beach sandes to the wood peckers peck. He wants to know everything in his world. And for the closing sequence as in where the boy and fahter are caught in a flood and the boy is about to drown. The father is now contemplating if he has a choice. What choice does he take and what exactly happens is brought out in a stunning visual sequence. We have seen innumerable movies where we all are supposed to be gasping in the final sequnce as to wether the protoganist is live or dead. And they end with a toal goof up of a sequence Here in with the aid of camera and music the director lays a definition for how such sequences should be made. I can sure tell you it is the most haunting and stupendous scens i have ever seen. Majid's world is always stupendous.

The World of majidi-BARAN.

2007-05-28T02:31:00.000-07:00

It has been some time now that i have been introduced to the world of majid majidi by a good friend of mine. Majid Majidi , the Iranian director makes films that stamps the notion that a perfect frame or visual can tell more than what infinite words can tell. I had already written in this blog about “Children of Heaven”, my first tryst with the then unbeknownst majidi’s beautiful world. Now I had opportunity to see two more of his fils “BARAN” and “Color of Paradsie”. With Baran i shall be honest that it did not exactly create the same feeling as children of heaven did. Nevertheless it is definitely a great movie to be watched. And guess what the movie enlightened me as to how beautiful and exotic a geographic is this country called Iran. Some visuals in the movie are simply exhilarating. May be the reason why I baran did not strike too much a cord was may be my expectations of majidi wre soaring sky high after a children of heaven. The story of Baran is simple. Well some days back I received a SMS titled “A small Love Story”. The SMS read like this “ there was a blind girl. She hated everyone except her boy friend. She used to tell him that “if I had eyes I would have married u.after somedays some one donated eyes to the gal. She saw her boyfriend. Surprised! He was also blind. The boy asked her “now u have eyes will u marry me”. The girl was calm for some time and said “NO”. The boy walked away silently and told her softly……”TAKE CARE OF MY EYES”. Well the movie’s story is in those lines. Majidi explores how a naïve obscure adolescent boy falls for a girl. Like umpteen Tamil movies here in also the boy and girl start as enemies. But only here it is so sensible and hearty. The love the boy beholds for the girl and the transformation it brings in to him are brought out in a simple, neatly etched screen play. I find a striking character in majidi’s movies. He cans a particular shot many times. If in children of heaven you were often seeing the scene where in the brother and sister meet to exchange the shoes here it is the scene where the boy stealthily tries to get a glimpse of the gal when she comes to work daily (They both happened to work in a the same construction site). As like the former case this oft repeated scene is a pleasure every time you watch. These just might be enough to make a interesting picture. But what takes Baran to greater heights is the Circumstances the director have handled to etch out this simple story. The director picks up the concept of Afghan refuges who fled to Iran and the generations who have never been in their mother land. The girl here is basically a refugee. What does that mean. She is not legally supposed to live or earn a life of her own. She does not possess a identity. She does not have any rights for anything. All that she can do is just wait for governments to decide their fates. She is nothing as such. So are millions of refugees. Does such a refugee girl have a right to fall in love? Find out the answers from the face of that girl in that movie. Majidi makes us understand the plight of these refugees, as simple as a nursery poem. As via the boy character majidi establishes how powerful love is and what transformations would it bring in an Individual. How sacrifice shall become integral part of any love. Sacrifices, for not some one to understand, appreciate and expect reciprocation in any possible manner. Sacrifice-just to ensure the happiness of your loved ones. And do such sacrifices have a limit? Again find out stunning answers from majidi’s boy. Thanks Shaik for introducing me in to this fantastic world of majidi.

PS: i do not know if the readers get a bit weird about me oft repeating the director's name , majidi. I have a reason.A recent tamil movie called "Paruthi Veeran" which was a brilliant work by the director Ameer. However due to some differences with the director the producer tried to overshadow the director by minisculing his names in promos and other stuffs. However nothing could stop from the director getting the appropriate accolades. Movie will always be a director's forte. And my fascination for them will be for ever. And i naturally tend to be a more biased towards them.

The Gal Factor-Decade of Undecayed Friendship-Part IV

2007-05-18T05:08:00.000-07:00

If colleges are heaven then gals are angels.

Hail from sky

Angels are thy.

Beauty abound

Birds are they all around,

Lascivious some bound.

Whoever thou art

Wedge my heart.

At distances so long

Sky doth kiss the sea a song

When thou nigh

Shall see how high

the sea rise for the sky

only but returns with a sigh

so am I.

A thing of beauty is joy for ever. Hail Keats. He definitely would have said these about the women. Blah blah blah. This could be a very ordinarily existent ramble among any average college guy. But you tend to forget we were no ordinary average guys. We never liked gals. We did know keats, but we did not buy his argument. Atleast with gals. May be a true maxim is that they never liked us. But why one should always be liked. So shall, we ask great logical questions. Guess it is time for a disclaimer. Now it is only I share what we have experienced in our college life. That might or might not depict the big picture or in general about gals. I will leave that for you to decipher.

One could say that more than not liking gals we never felt them to be a part of us. Well to have that said in a crude manner would sound like we had no necessity whatsoever a kind with them. Now in my previous blogs I had discussed about the general characters, habits, habitats, about the fantastic 14. Now no good gal would like to be part with that. So we are left only with the bad gals. But knowingly why would you ever befriend a bad one? A bad one by our standards be it man or woman does not become our friend. Not even our enemy. Once in a while philosophy is allowed.

Ok all said and done, is that am saying that all we were misogynist. No way. As I think no man on this earth could ever be misogynist. At the best one can be a hypocrite. We never knew to be a hypocrite. And misogynic being non existent, all that drives the same point we only did not need them. Not need them for what? To whatever we did. Add to that all those crazy stuffs boys do for gals that makes them so unnatural, on does have several reasons to be on their own.

Now those crazy stuffs are hallmark of any college. The LH gate being the worst breeding ground of so many spoofs. People sitting, standing, doting, and dying there, as if that is the only good spot on earth and the only worthy job they have. When you hate something so much how could you ever think of being a part of that. We have always been to ourselves. Been the natural what we are. No not we were still in the stone ages. But in an age where men and women acted like stones rebutting all existence.

So whatz life without women. We definitely are not gays. We just only did not and will not stoop even a little to befriend a gal. stoops like acting smart before women, trying to over impress them. Well a point here is in doing such acts they make a great mockery of themselves . In course they might achieve something but only at the cost of wrath of peole like me who wouldn mind slapping such guys. And It could only get so insane when people just spend 26 hours of 24 hours thinking only how could they ever be like this without a gal friend. Spit on them. C’mon we might have missed some joy without this gal factor. But look at you. You have missed a whole lot of fun man, only just for some faking fun and pleasure with gal friends. And there exists a character in all college, the supposedly romeo who all gals flock. Smack em. Name it jealousy, desperation. But just smack em. One good reasons boys go around gals is that they are regular to class,sincere ones who writes all notes. So they can be helpful in studies. Here also they fail our standards.

So there was no space within us for the gal factor. Until only they decide that they will not enter. But every gang has a black sheep and in our case it shall be a liberal plural, black sheeeepssss. All bout the black sheeps and their sheepiness , wait and watch.

தொடர் வதை

2007-05-10T04:14:00.000-07:00

On that rhapsodic note, i did write many similar so called kavithihal.கவிதைகள் துளிர்க்க பெருங்காரணம் ஒன்று கற்பனை காதல்கள். அந்த வகையிலான ஓர் கற்பனையில் எழுதப்ப்ட்டது இது. I do not know when exactly I scribbled this. May be sometime around 2001-2002.

தொடர் வதை

பூத்திருக்கும் மலரெல்லாம்
அவளை நினைவூட்ட
காணூம் கனவுகளில் அவள் எனை வாட்ட
தனிமையிலே அவள் நினைவாலே
புது ராகம் நான் மீட்ட
குளிர் நிலவும் கூட
அவள் முகம் காட்ட
நித்திரை நான் கொள்ளவே
தென்றலாய் எனையவள் தாலாட்ட
விடிந்து எழுந்தாள்
என் கடமைகள் எனை விரட்ட
அவள்தனை மறந்து வாழ்க்கை தேரோட்ட
முற்படும் போதும் முடியவில்லை
என் நினைவின் நிழலாய்
அவள் தொடர்வதை
ஆகையல் எனக்கு
தொடர் வதை

My Rhapsody-II

2007-05-10T03:41:00.000-07:00

So back to haunt you with some translational poetics. This time it is a Alfred Tennyson Poem "The miller's daughter". The central theme is just lavshing praises about a beauatiful woman. I do not know if i have been able to be true to the original author's composition. My lesser knowledge denied me equivalent tamil words for words like "GIRDLE"(no it is not ஒட்டியானம்)..In any case the premise remains same as to heap praises for a beautiful lady. Here it goes.

The english Version:

The Miller's Daughter

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)

It is the miller's daughter

And she is grown so dear, so dear,

That I would be the jewel

That trembles in her ear:

For hid in ringlets day and night,

I'd touch her neck so warm and white.

And I would be the girdle

About her dainty dainty waist,

And her heart would beat against me,

In sorrow and in rest:

And I should know if it beat right,

I'd clasp it round so close and tight.

And I would be the necklace,

And all day long to fall and rise

Upon her balmy bosom,

With her laughter or her sighs:

And I would lie so light, so light,

I scarce should be unclasp'd at night.

The Tamil version

மில்லர் வீட்டு மகள்

நரேந்திர பிரபு, 10-5-2005

சீமான் வீட்டுத் தாரகை

மோகன மேனகை

மலர்ந்தனள் மறைத்தனள்

உலகின் ஏனை அழகை.

காதோர ஜிமிக்கியாய்

கரை நான்.

கரை தொட மறுக்கும்

கடல் அலை

அவள் பூவிதழ் புன்னகை.

செங்கழுத்துச் சங்கிலியின்

சிற் மணிகளில் ஒன்றாய்

சாகும் வரை

சல்லாபித்திட , வேண்டும்

சிவனிட மிருந்து வரம்.

மானின் மா மார்பதை

மஞ்சமென

மையல் கொள்ளும்

மாண்புறு நகையாகிட

மண்றாடுவேன்

மனிதனாய் யெனை படைத்திட்ட

மகா பிரம்மனிடம்.

நகையாய் நானாகிட

நங்கை நெஞ்ச வெளியில்

நாளெல்லாம் நானாடிட

பஞ்சென புரள்வேன்

பாவை உடலெங்கும்.

புவியிரும் வரை

துடிக்கும் அவள் இதயத்தை

படிக்கும் பயன் எனக்கு.

My Rhapsody

2007-05-02T23:45:00.000-07:00

For some strange reasons completely unknown to me I started scribbling contents into the formats of poem. I do not know if I am grammatically correct or even versed with the basic necessities of writing a poem. But as in any other case no body judges me. So being, my poems are born. Within whatever rules I can accept and within whatever less I know or have learnt I scribble these poems. There is too many “I”s in the previous sentence. Never mind them. Poet. You can catch a glimpse of my poetic thoughts and what they mean to me at www.narenbuzz.rediffblogs.com. I am currently in the process of integrating those poems into this current active blogspace of mine.

In this part which I would like to call “My Rhapsody” I am gonna try and translate a few English poems I had come across in my life. A few they are, being learnt mostly in school days. The translated and original versions may not cognate in each and every aspect, but sure will in its central theme. I would like to kick start this series with the poem of William Wordsworth.

The Daffodils
by:William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of the bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company

I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

இனி தமிழில்

பூக்களின் பாக்கள்

ஆக்கம்: நரேந்திர பிரபு, 03-05-2007

விண் உலா வரு

முகவரி யில்லா முகிற்போல

வீண் உலா வரு நான்,

குளக்கரை யோரமாய்

காற்றின் இசைக்கு அசையும்

கவிண் மலர் கூட்டம்

கண்டேன்; கவித் தேன்.

வான மங்கை முகத்து

வனப்பு கூட்டும்

விண்மீன் பருக்கள் கணக்காய்

வரிசையாய் வரையற்று,

பார்வை யொன்றில்

பத்தொள்ளாயிரம் கணக்காய்

பரவச நடன மாடும்

பூக்கள்; பாக்கள்.

சிங்கார சிரிப்பினில்

சற்றே சிதறடிக்கின்றன

சிற்றலைகளின் சினுங்கள் நடனங்களை,

பசித்திரு பித்தன் எனக்கு

பூத்திரு மலர் தரு

பரவச நட்பு;களிப்பு.

பல நாட்களில்

புவி துறந்து

பிணக்கமற்ற தனிமையிலே,

உள்மனதில் மகிழ்வின்

ஊற்றாய் விரியும்

உன்னத மலர்களின் ஆட்சி

தீரா தனிமையின் தாகத்திற்கு

தேவாமிர்தம் தரும் காட்சி ;

மனம் கொள்ளும் மாட்சி,

அறியும் இறைவன் சாட்சி.

Children of Heaven & Cinema Paradiso

2007-04-24T23:57:00.000-07:00

Children of Heaven: Much wisdom often goes with fewer words. This happens to be true with this Iranian movie . The movie is about two siblings. So much less is spoken in the movie. But yet these siblings enter your hearts at ease with all those solem expressions. The plot is simple. The brother, on his way back home after repairing his sister's shoes loses them. It is a grave tragedy for them. As his father canot afford to buy her sister a new shoe. He explains it to the sister and gets her confidence too about not informing their father. Now as they attend schools in different times they agree to share the brother's sneakers. How they manage to share the shoe, while their father manages to earn some money to buy new shoes for the kids is the film all about. The director Majid Majidi using this small plot crafts a masterpiece which brings before your eyes the plight of a poor iranian family. The boy always has a expression like he is always afraid but will never give up to try. He never shows his confidence on his face. May be rather his age would not allow him. But still he handles each and every problem so daringly only to make things comfortable for each and everyone he loves. The girl on the other hand too believes in his brother as she too believes that she can't trouble her father. This little girl's portrayal as to how she helps her mother, takes care of a little Kid all adds on to make this character more lovable. small scenes like how the family shares whatever little they have with the neighbour makes the movie more lovable. There is this scene where the brother waits on the streets for his sister to return and get the shoes and run late to the school every day. Though this scene comes again and again the newness, freshness in each scene be it the expressions of the kids makes us believe the remorse yet hapless kids' struggle. Two things that i reaffirmed after watching this movie

1)If an authentic classic movie is that without even a tithe of extra noise, music, expression,focus,..then this is a perfect Example.

2)Children are really from heaven....they can melt ur heart for whatever they are.

Cinema Paradiso: Biopics are really tough. Very few movies could make you engage with them and make you ask for more. Ironically sicily has been related with one of the finest biopic ever produced-The Godfather. Cinema Paradiso also has its roots from a small town in sicily where a fifth grade boy develops a unintended fascination for movies. The movie is actually a nostalgic trip of Salvatore (also called Toto) who returns to his native town after 30 years for the funeral of his mentor. After 30 years salvatore returns to get a glimpse of all those reminiscence only with a hope as to find the real joy and love. The move starts off around the period of second world war. The boy, whose father has been taken as a prisoner of war lives with his mother and his small sister. He does small errands for the local priest. The town has a movie hall called cinema paradiso where in people flock to forget all the war woes by watching movies. All such movies are censored by the local priest to delete kissing & other profane scenes. It is during one of such censor sessions that the small boy manages to sneak and get a glimpse of the movies. However it is not movie that fascinates him. Rather it is its origin, the projector room. The operator Alfredo though at first scares the boy away later due to circumstances befriends him and become a fatherly figure or a mentorlike for him. In an accident Alfredo loses his eye sight and the operator job is given to toto for he can support his family, as the news of death of his father is confirmed. Toto grows in that projector room only surrounded by cinema. It teaches him all. At the college he falls in love with a girl called Eleana. However circumstances lead to their seperation. Now Alfredo advises him to grow out of the memories of the lost love and move to rome and make a big career. So does Toto. He becomes a succesful filmmaker. But no happiness prevails. It is then when Alfredo dies and he returns to his native after 30 years. The movie is a perfect example where the sum of parts add to a holisitc entertainment. The childhood part of salvatore is so cutely picturised showing the pranks of Toto. The sufferings of the war is brought out euphemistically via the audience reactions to the movie. That part where in salvatore returns is poignant to every frame. The dialogues be it Alfredo's advice to Toto, Toto and his mother's conversation leave a indelible impression. They are soft, simpl yet powerful.Take this for example, Toto returns to his town after 30 years where he is received by his mother and she just asks the pretty normal question "Was your Journey Safe?".For this Toto replies "it was just an hours flight".The mother replies back "You don't have to say this after 30years". Cinema Paradiso is never melodramatic. Nonetheless never misses an expression or feeling. It captures them all at the right proportions and at the right intentions. This is one movie without which the classic collections may never be complete.

The Last Bench Leitmotif.-Decade of Undecayed Friendship-Part III

2007-04-24T21:39:00.000-07:00

The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.

I have no doubt that John Milton was very much our kinda person. We the EcCEntereic guys. Dictionary defines eccentric as deviating from the recognized or customary character, practice, etc.; irregular; erratic; peculiar; odd: We were all of that. To start off in Laloo style if sitting in the last benches was a crime or a demeaning act no class room should have last bench. But as much u can't do away with those last benches, so can't you with people who relish them. Relish for what??. Damn the tamil movies for always showing the college lives in a poor taste and the last benches in even deceitful taste. They are all but just cinematic and we never induldged in anything of that sorts.

We knew what we wanted out of each class we attended. Coincidentally it was the same that we were expecting from each and every class we had attended.ATTENDANCE. It is a ceremony which usually happens at the end of the class or sometimes at the very beginning. In any case of a one hour class you just need to wait for that one second to answer up ur called name. so you are still the recluse for the remaining 3599 seconds. Now being a recluse within certain boundaries sitting in a paradise of our own without getting disturbed by the hell surrounding you for a time period of almost an hour is no Joke. It is in a art by itself.

Many a professor have this habit of throwing intermittent questions to the classroom while teaching. And any time such questions prop up and before he completes the question only his eyes will drool over the last benches and the constant adage would append any question "Anyone from the last benches". Now you have to be intact like the Gladiators. All last benchers will bend down and see very much seriously into the diaries, notebooks, whatever they managed to grab it up for the class. You will have to create a impression as if no last bench exists. You will not relent until the professor goes to the next step of calling out individuals. Now if you are wearing a bright colour shirt or have a tonsured head sort of things there is a very much chance that you will get caught. Because no professor likes calling out names of the last benchers. they simply call "you yellow shirt", "you mottai" etc. Now if it is you who get fixed you will slowly raise your eyes from those empty pages of ur diary and rise slowly from your seat. You don't get excited or frightened of any kind. We just hold the attitude "Okay you want to play this again. Well am game". You do not give any definitive expression of knowing or not knowing the answer. You will just be as numb as possible. Never ever try to understand the question. There is a possibility that u totally misunderstand the question and goof up with stupid answers. So just apply the simple rules. Be expressionless, do not utter a word. May be the best choice is stare at the wall. You know no sorrow is not passable. All this only till your neighbour friend who all this while was a bit laughing outside and praying inside to not to be called gets caught. Now he also stands and you got a companion. Now you can transfix your stare from the walls to your neighbor friends eyes. And the routine continues till the whole bunch of last benchers are on their legs. Now you have every right to loosen up your body language and stare straight in to the face of the professor literally asking "When the hell would you guys grow up"?????". Now this is kind of battle. You keep winning each battle until the final war of degree is won. At any point of time you never lose your heart. Be assertive enough to Tame any professor. The ultimate achievement is when professors understand that we want nothing but attendance and they could grant that with only looks and not calling out the names. But what is important is that many a front benchers too will not know the answer. They always lived under our shadow.

When all these drama gets over you get back to your business. You open you diary and start refining your signature. You keep practicing and refining them by signing your name page affter page. When that gets a bit tedious and you feel you are tired of that, you pull up one of your neighbour friend for a game of word building. Now that is a highly literary game. In any case do not forget to give the regular momentary glances at your professor. Only just to mark your presence in the class. Meanwhile you sort out various issues like whether or not to attend the next class, prvious night dinner accounts settlement, wherzz the destination for lunch, why some gal is looking too good today, pursuing your artisitc abilities by trying to draw some meaningul figures and logos, wrting down your name in bold, italics, etc.

There are lot of activities happening there. somtimes something can really get so good.
Crosswords. simply the best. Just shows the height of literary activities happening at the top of the class. kavithaihal. Now that you have professors, pandus all around you , you simply have enough reasons to shun this materialistic world and enter your own utopian world. Then words flow out to create all those memorable poems. Still remember the poem by this guy duniya who was yet again nicknamed "Loosu". The poem was about his infatuation (or was it the real love?) for another real loosu. the poem was touchy, comedic and classic. No doubt that such gems would have never seen the light of the day if it was not for the Last bench leitmotif. So much the last bench has become an integral part of our college life. In any classroom and any circumstance our legs would only move towards the last benches. because that is where exactly our hearts are. The divine place where we had enough time for everything but to study. But who the heck wanted to study. The holy place where we learnt the virtues of patience. The place where we learnt every sorrow is passable, as every class will have to end. The place where we dreamt of all those unattainable loves. The place which definitely made us being more knowledgeable if not for being more educated.

நட்பின் பரிணாம வளர்ச்சி-பாகம் II ..The BASICs

2007-04-20T02:19:00.000-07:00

முரண் என்றொரு வார்த்தை உள்ளது தமிழில். எனக்கு மிகவும் பிடித்த ஓர் வார்த்தை. இரவு பகல்,காலை மாலை, வெயில் குளிர்,காய் கனி எல்லாம் முரண்பட்டவை. ஆயினும் ஒவ்வொன்றும் அழகே. பிறிதொன்றோடு ஒப்பிட இயலாத தனி தனி அழகும் சுவையுமுடையது அவைகள். பெரும்பாலும் புறக்கணிக்க இயலாத இன்றியமையாமை ஆகிவிடுகின்றன் அவைகள். அதி காலையும் அந்தி மாலையும் எப்பொழுதும் கிறக்கம் தரும் கவிதை ஊற்றுகளாகும். ஆழ யோசித்தால் அவை தம் தனி தன்மைகளே அவைகள் முரண் பட்டிருக்க காரணம் ஆகும். மனிதர்கள் மட்டும் விதி விலக்கல்லவே. ஆறாம் அறிவுடைய ஒரே காரணத்தால் மனிதன் கொண்ட முரண்கள் மோதல்கட்கு உட்படுத்தப் படுகின்றன்.

அது போலவே தான் fantastic 14 இல் உள்ள ஒவ்வொருவருமே. ஒவ்வொறுவரும் முரணே. இருப்பினும் பத்தாண்டு காலமாக எங்களை பிணைந்திருக்க செய்திருக்கின்றன சில பல அடிப்படை விசயங்கள். The BASICS. எவ்வளவு தான் உயரப் பறந்தாலும் ஊர்க்குருவி பருந்து ஆக முடியாதுனு சொல்லுவாங்க. நாங்க எல்லாம் ஊர்க்குருவியானாலும் சரி பருந்தானாலும் சரி நாங்க பறக்குறது தான் உயரம்னு சொல்றவங்க. இதை நீங்க confidence nu சொல்லலாம். இல்லை திமிர் பிடித்த தெனாவட்டுனும் சொல்லலாம். அதை தங்களின் எண்ணப் பிதற்றலுகளுக்கே விட்டு விடுகிறேன். நாங்க அதை “நாங்க எல்லாம் BASIC ஆவே” அப்படினு தான் சொல்லிக்குவோம். சில forward mails வரும். 50 facts about men னு குளிக்க மாட்டாங்க, துணியை துவைச்சு போட்டுக்க மாட்டாங்க அப்படி இப்படினு. ஆவைகள் பெரும்பாலும் கூடுதல் சுவைக்காக சற்றே exaggerate செய்யப்பட்டிருக்கும். ஆனால் இந்த facts about “எங்க Basic’s” எல்லாம் உண்மையே. உண்மையை தவிர வேறொன்றுமில்லை. இதை சொல்வதில் எனக்கு எந்த கவலையுமில்லை. Fantastic 14 ல இருக்க மத்தவங்க..hmm..அவங்கள பத்தி எனக்கு கவலை இல்லை. ஏன்னா நாங்க எல்லாம் BASIC ஆவே அப்படி தான்.

Disclaimer:

The following characteristic are very much the character of each and every guy of the fantastic 14.

1) நாங்க எல்லாருமே ரொம்ப understanding. ஆனால் பிரச்சனை என்னவென்றால் எங்களோட அந்த understanding eh யாருமே understand பண்ணுறதில்லை. With an incredible sense of understanding and when we move to the next step people obviously get a feeling that we never understood what we had crossed. And this fact does not apply to academics.

2) ஏதாவது மிக மிக தவிர்க்க முடியாத காரணத்துக்காக மட்டும் தான் காலையில் சில நேரங்களில் எழுந்திருப்போம். இது ஏற்கனவே சொன்னது தான். ஆனால் எழுந்துவிட்ட ஒரே காரணத்துக்காக கடமையைச் செய்து முடித்துவிட மாட்டோம். We have the knack of dismissing any pending duty to be silly just for the cause of sleeping. This very much applies to academics.

3) பொதுவாக மற்றவர் புண்படும்படியாக நாங்கள் பேசவோ , செயல்களில் ஈடுபடவோ மாட்டோம். ஆனால் நிறைய பேசுவோம், நிறைய செயல்களில் ஈடுபடுவோம். அவ்வகையில் மற்றவர் புண்படும்படியாக ஏதேனும் நிகழ்ந்துவிட்டால் பாவ மன்னிப்பு கேட்க கூட தயங்க மாட்டோம். பிரச்சனை என்னவென்றால் மற்றவர்கட்கு மேலும் புண்ணாகலாம். We don’t hurt until some one really comes to us and tell that he is really hurt. You know I was saying we highly understand.

4) வாத்தியார்களை நாங்க ரொம்ப மதிப்போம். ஆனால் அவங்க தான் எங்களை மதிக்கறதே இல்லை. ஆதலால் அவ்வை சொன்ன மாதிரி மதியாதார் தலைவாசல் மிதியாதே னு பின்பற்றுவோம். இதை புரிஞ்சிக்காம வாத்திகளும் I & U Grade களா குடுத்து தள்ளுங்க. அப்போதெல்லாம் வள்ளுவன் சொன்னதை போல இன்னா செய்தாரை ஒறுத்து விடுவோம். அந்த வகையில் எதிரிக்கும் நண்மை செய்யும் குணம் கொண்டோம்.

5) பெண்களை பிடிக்கும்.

6) வீண் சண்டைக்குப் போக மாட்டோம். வம்புச் சன்டைக்கும் போக மாட்டோம்.ஆனால் வம்பு பண்ணிகிட்டே இருப்போம்.

7) சினிமா பார்ப்போம். மற்றவர்கள் மாதிரி வெறும் மூன்று மணி நேர பொழுது போக்காக மட்டுமல்ல. சினிமாவில் பார்க்கும் character களை நிஜ மனிதர்களுக்கு superimpose பண்ணி இன்னும் நிறைய களி கொள்வோம். I will bet you will get life time entertainments this way. J.மத்தபடி சினிமா பார்த்து கற்றுகொண்ட விசயம் வாழ்க்கையை எங்கள் அளவு படிக்காத பல பேர் சினிமா எடுத்து torture பண்ணுறானுங்க.

8) களவும் கற்று மற . அந்த வாக்கின் பெரும்பகுதியை கடந்துவிட்டோம். இன்னும் “மற” மட்டுமே பாக்கி. But I should say here that whatever we learn we learn it to the roots.

9) காதல். என்ன சொல்ல?அது ஆணித்தரனமாக எங்கள் யாரிடமும் இல்லாததே காரணம் என்று நினைக்கிறேன் இந்த “நட்பின் பரிணாம வளர்ச்சிக்கு”

10) நகைச்சுவை உணர்வு கொஞம் அதிகம் எங்களுக்கு. எத்தகு நிகழ்வாயினும்

அதன் தாக்கம் சிறிது நேரமே தாக்குப்பிடிக்கும் எங்களிடம். பின் அவை நிச்சயமாக நகைச்சுவையாக்கப் பட்டுவிடும். This is a very contagious habit we possess.

இன்று காலம் எத்துனை மாற்றங்களை எங்களுக்குள் ஏற்படுத்தி இருந்தாலும் இப்படியாக எங்களுக்குனு ஒரு உலகம், அதுல நாங்க எல்லாம் ஒரு type ஆன villainy hero. நாங்க எல்லாம் ரொம்ப நல்லவங்க. அப்படிங்கிற கூட்டுக்குள் வாழ்வதையே விரும்பறோம். மேலும் பரிணாமம் தொடரும்.

நட்பின் பரிணாம வளர்ச்சி-பாகம் I

2007-04-13T04:23:00.000-07:00

ithu just beta version. Complete version soon.

கையளவு மனசுக்குள் தான்

உண்மைகள் பலவும்

வையத்தளவு உணர்வுகளும்

உலகறிந்திடாது உறங்குகின்றன.

உண்மையி னிடத்து உணர்வுகளும்

உணர்வி னிடத்து உண்மைகளும்

ஊமை யாகிடாத உன்னத

உறவு நட்ப தாகும்.

ஊரும் உறவும் அறிவாய்

உயிர் கொடுத்த தாயால்

உன்னை நீ அறிவாய்

உளமது கொண்ட நட்பால்.

Decade of Undecayed Friendship-Part I

2007-04-11T02:13:00.000-07:00

It all started in August 1997. That’s when i stepped in to the humungous campus of College of Engineering Guindy, Anna University. It is a moment I cherished like never before. All my 17 years of past life looked so silly suddenly. First time I defied my dad's decision when he asked me to pursue Computer science engineering in REC . Nothing wrong. How else could one feel when you are going to study the second most sought after engineering discipline in the state's highest regarded campus? You have managed to top among lakhs of students to get into this coveted institute. And now it is universally accepted that I am the cream of Tamil Nadu. People around you are convinced that you have achieved almost everything in your life. Now that I am in Anna University my life is more safe, settled and secure. Enough reasons to be exhilarated. Stop it. All wrong. Wrong in all ways. No point in resurrecting those days. The mistakes were done and the damages were quite severe. It was severe to the extent of jeopardizing each and every aspect of your life. You have very few reasons to still keep hoping and fight back. I am no hypocrite in saying that friends were that for me. Because there were this so called friends who were so similar to me with so much same worries and miseries. That simply explains how understandings of friends were we? Hahahha…. may be konjam nahaichvayaha sollanumna..we were 5 people. Engalukku padippu na ennane theryathu. aana aasai irunthuchu mela padikkanum nu. So B.E kullayae higher studies padichom. puriyathavanghalukku a big sorrry. but go ahead the story will be more interesting. The story of “Decade of Undecayed Friendhip”.

It is very natural that certain relationships cannot be explained. The reason for that is that such relations become so omnipotent and omnipresent that it looks like almost does not exist, at least superficially. Hence u can't explain which does not seem to exist. Ippadi intha kathaya philosophical eh kondu pohalaam. Aana naangha basic eh appadi pattavangha illayae. Appadi aaha patta oru nanbarhalin pattalam patriya kathai ithu.

We would be the perfect cast if Steven Soderberg plans to return back to create the next mission of Danny Ocean. Ocean’s 14. If not Ocean’s 14 we were and are at least the Fantastic 14's. So you got it right, 14 members in the gang. Lets make things a bit clear here. Let me not take false pride that we 14 guys were and are the thickest of the friends for the last 10 years. Take for example my case, I happened to move along and join with this gang only from the second year of my college. So goes the case with few other members. But in any case under the current scenarios we have grown up our relations to the extent that we have been friends for centuries. So decade or less than decade of togetherness is just the superficious number. But the quality of friendship is like that one which has been immortal for centuries. No philosophy. controlllllll.

Ellathukkum oru pillayar suzhi irukkanum. Undoubtedly it was the two highly CIVILized guys. But it finally got rooted in because of Eight ECcEntric guys. To cut a long story short. ECE pasangha general eh nalla padikkaravangha. Civil pasangalum appadi thaan. irunthaalum namakku therinjha pasangah appadi pattavanghala illama poyitaangha. It was like those guys were more talented in various other aspects than studies. So CIVIL oda saerntha ECE um manakka arambichathu. Approm civil oda oors , roommates ECE oda oors roomamtes nu gang full form aahi set aahi rembha manakka aarambichuthu. Oorellam ore manam. suthatha theru illa. paarkatha cinema illa. pannatha saettai illa. CUT. Next shot

A peek into Fantastic 14's one day:

But for one or two guy the whole gang had no bloody necessity to start of the day by waking before 8:25 A.M . The problem with one or two guy was either they were too good (or had problems of insomnia). And the problem with the rest was we were also good enough to wake up at 8:25 A.M and go to the 8:30 A.M class at 8:45 A.M. Puriyuthu. Late eh poena vaathiyar ulla viduvara nu kaetkareengha? Appadi oru situation leh naangha 8:25 ku enthirikkave maatom. So no problem. So only for necessities, like missing out a class will lead to "I "grade or "U" grade (both grades are equivalent to failing) and with great stress only we would start our day by 8:25 A.M. Else waking up around cool 12 noon was the norm. You know you can't sleep in the terrace after that. It really gets too hot around 12. So you wake up at 12 noon and find that the guy who had gone for the 8:30 class is back and sleeping. Either he had enough of classes for the day or enough of aapu's for the day. In any case college for the day is over, but for some extreme reasons. So next target is lunch. Being in the rolls of mess was not a regular aspect. Hence we move out to Adayar or surrounding areas with our limited bikes. Now with the bikes there were two strict rules. Reservation is a priority. And whoever rides the bike will fill in the fuel. These are not like government rules. Strict rules. You ride and you will fill in fuel, though it is a different case altogether as to where from and how you source the fuel. So after a biryani or any sort of vivacious lunch you get so tired and u take a short nap. Short nap for 3- 4 hours. By the time you wake up its almost 7 P.M in the nite. Such a pleasant time to wake up you know. So all or available members gather to plan for the nite. Here is where the real problem starts. Too many opinions would flow in. The broader plan remains simple. Booze, Dinner, Movie, Mokkai (Mokkai means the art of unrelenting conversation you have over hours over various subjects. it could last as long as anything between one hour to 4 or 5 hours. The only conditions are that the subjects we discuss should be as useless as possible, and you take rounds in picking up on individuals. A great art though). Now that the broader plan of booze, dinner, movie, mokkai remains the same every day we just don't do everything every day. May be a combination of movie & mokkai, booze and mokkai, whatsoever fits economically and physically accessible for that day. But we were an immensely talented group and we never found it difficult to do all those activities in the same day and again and again. So after all master plans its time to be fresh and as presentable as possible. So at around 8:30 in the night after pushing some guys who love wandering with towels to dress up the real day starts. Depending on the availability of time you chose to sit or stand and drink amap (as much as possible) and again depending upon time have dinner in a restaurant or a roadside makeshift hotel, during which a couple of good samaritans would eat as soon as possible and move early to fetch the movie tickets. Basically we love to see good movies. But since we had no control in bringing out good movies we just were happy to settle down with those were coming out. In other words we will see all the movies. If my memory is intact, once remember a last bench activity of trying to list down the movies we had watched. And the figure came to something around 285 or 385 for 3 years. So the movie gets over and it is 1 A.M midnight. You are still so fresh and with loads of energy. Again suggestions start to pour in for the next move. Finally everyone decides to meet up at HI LOOK the 24 hour snacks bar. So 1:30 am at Hi look you order bread omlettes and juices and start off with the art called mokkai. This can be enhanced by midnight boozes possessed at premium prices & morning triplicane mess pongal ambitions. In any case the momentum is set and goes on strongly. It goes on and one when slowly one by one starts to retreat. But there are a few notorious guys who would not relent and keep the thread going. In midst of the mokkai you would have vowed to eat B'fast that day after ages. So you keep mokkifying till 6 am and start off to triplicane the bachelor's haven and diner's delight. Here again we do what we know best. Eat. Eat at least 4-5 varieties at least in minimum 3-4 hotels or mess as generally they are called. It is such a relishing experience that you just want to go to bed so much so happily. And that’s what you exactly do. Go to sleep. 7 A.M. Good Night.

I know many a people by now would have developed a hatred for our gang. Hold on. This is just to explain how raw we can be. But every one gets refined with time and more relations. But the basics remain as I had said in the beginning. Nalla Pasanga Naangha. That will and is remaining for the world to see. This is not the end of the story. There are a lot of branch stories. Like any other gang of friends we had every aspect and every character, the hero’s, the Romeo’s, The small fights, the ultimate fights, the most memorable happenings, The exquisite trips & tours, solliya kathalhal, sollatha kathalhal, vaangiya vadaihal, etc. The difference may be that we always go the extremes and we don’t stay too long on course. The final word is that you cannot carry everything every time in life. That is a fact and was also the same with us. We have lost, forgot whole lot f stuffs. But our friendship remains intact. Now that’s the fantastic 14 for you. And how incomplete it would be to not talk about all those girl’s factor. A related key note feature is that Internet was then a rapidly growing phenomenon. It would not be false to say that we were the one’s to have seen this internet phenomenon grow up. And the Internet in it’s own way did influence the lives of lot of us. All the more I want to write. But this is in itself such a big post. So I propose this solution.

I WILL TRY & WRITE SEPARATE POSTS ABOUT THOSE BLOCKED PHRASES. They definitely deserve one. And i get chances to write more. :)

Super Star - The Boss

2007-04-03T05:04:00.000-07:00

I write this post with the music of recently released Sivaji movie flowing through my ear. I don't know the reasons. But for some reason this man magnet named Rajinikant- more profusely known to be the Superstar-always attracts me as ever. Cinema in itself being a more powerful media to influence a layman like me, and this man has only utilised the medium to powerfully influence many a layman like me. I remember reading an article during the days when chandramukhi was released and was running in the theatres. It was about a software engineer narrating his experience of watching the movie with his 4 year old child. He narrates as how once he saw rajini on the screen he turns childish at par with his 4 year old child and starts explaining the great prowess of this man called superstar. The father of a 4 year old child , who never rememebers telling any story in the past to his child just goes about telling all fancy stories about the world of superstar . And thus goes the narration. Thus is the case with every fan(atic) of Rajini Kanth. He can make you feel childish yet as powerful as the sun, as big as the world and the list goes on. He can make you feel everything you envisage in all your secret dreams. And all the more imprtant is he can do it in an adroitly convicing manner. So this is not a silly post to just heap praises on a man i like and may not be liked by many other. As in any case am only trying to find the logic for such an advertent attraction towards this man. The reasons may be as varied as to be the simple natural stylish looks, to his unparalleled comic deliveries, to his powerful acting prowess and many so such things. This is one hero who can make you laugh your heart out with his simple antics, fast paced deliveries. This is one guy who can act any emotion out of his eyes. Though most of his movies are acceptedly action masala flicks, who cares as fas you are so much entertained that you just can't wait to hear the next news about this man's world. No doubt this man had his share of failures both in cinema and politics. But all those does not in any way undermine the mammoth achievements this guy has managed to achieve. It simply needs a character to achieve things of this sort and still keep people gasping for more. As some one says you may not even have to quench the thirst of the people . All that you need is to keep the people thirsty. But this guy had done more than that. You will still not find more powerful heroic scenes than a Bhasha Movie or a Annamalai movie. Though i have to admit that i have grown a lil bit to be seriously affected by them now. But in those adolescent age those were so simply contagious. Contagious for the right reason. It pumped in you an attitude to be the winner. Winner of glory. There are whole lot of people who with all their learned logics simply write off this guy. No offences meant to them . But one of the several criticism against this man is that he is a monotonously masala film making star. But people tend to forget the past and easily in case of abhor situations. if one happens to look back to the initial stages of his career one would be stumbled to see the variety of roles he had portrayed and the magic he had created with those roles. Be it the villain character in numerous movies, or french bearded flirtatious friend of the Hero, or a man who struggles through all his life (here the character's lifetime from the age of 6to that of 60 years is captured and Superstar simply captivates you), or an angry doting one handed brother, or a sexist old man. He had done them all and done them in all so manner to simply make you like,love and want more of him. He has with all these achievements built a fort of his own. He is in a place where no one can deny anything. But still he tries as much as possible to do only one thing. Entertain as much as possible the layman. That those will always keep him the emperor. Even by pure economics he is the emperor. For the amount of money his films can churn. All that i wish now is that i get a chance to see Sivaji day one as has been the case with most recent Rajini Movies.

Cricket Mania(c)

2007-03-29T04:41:00.000-07:00

I was just browsing through a regular blog of my friend’s and there I read this analysis of his about the Indian cricket’s debacle at the world cup. I do not know if I am a cricket fanatic. However if tested for fanaticism, guess I should score an easy 7.5 on a scale of 10. That much is enough I guess to have me have upset over the recent developments in Indian cricket. But I try hard to put away the emotions and try and find out some logical answers and if possible some solutions.

I always thought to drop Mohd.Kaif was the biggest loss to Indian team. One of the major & oft repeated criticisms is that he was not consistent. So what? It was and is a problem with any player in the team. Sure consistency is something which is of prime importance and is something which can be collectively worked upon. But by dropping him we only dropped virtues like commitment; never say die, being-patient, and above all we dropped some stupendous fielding characteristics from the team profile. Also don't forget the magic he can create in by building partnerships with people like Yuvaraj Singh. I just can't stop imagining what a bloody combination it would be to have kaif and Dhoni on the crease. Definitely the bowlers would have their nightmares. Blame it on the short sightedness of BCCI. But when at all weren’t they?

I firmly believe that this debacle is definitely a collective responsibility. I do not believe in singling out one factor be it the coach, BCCI or any individual. But on a fair assessment definitely it is the playing eleven which should morally take the major share of responsibility. The reason is simple. End of the day it is all about the focus, attitude, and application of mind for a particular match or tournament or even a farther vision of a career (Indians again here have got it totally wrong. Career for them is more about Ads and being celebrity. Though they can’t be again blamed singularly. Here I would blame more the media) or even longer which matters. However the BCCI, Selection Committee, Coach and various other factors have a considerable share in affecting the prima facie which in any circumstance should be the Performance of the team.

The BCCI have blatantly got it wrong. Being the Richest cricketing body it is obvious that Indian cricket should be having the right and the best conditions to develop. However BCCI is just like any other failing institution in India. BCCI has its own reason as to how it has to work within the limitations of political sentiments, regional sentiments, and people’s sentiments. Damn those reasons. Cricket is a sport and the moment you speak words like sentiments you are giving the essentials like talent and other factors a back seat. That in itself does the majority of damage for the Indian Cricket. Professionalism per se would not sink in the current BCCI format.

I firmly agree with the people who defend the coach and will sure buy the argument that it is the players who need to perform and a coach cannot play for them. Agreed! It is humane to fail. It only becomes inhumane when we fault again and again. Repeat of mistakes is unpardonable. And that sums up Greg Chappell’s way of working. I do not want to speak more about this useless guy and all his lousy insipid chopping, experimenting styles. Now to sum up things we see that he has ended up only taking Indian cricket steps backward and have seriously disturbed & damaged the career of one or two players. So that the useless he was always let us put the issue aside and delve on the broader issue being that of appointments of foreign coach. Whenever in the past or even now I see interviews of cricket players and where in they talk about the inspirations for them , I could hardly remember any cricketer mentioning a foreigner’s name. Tendulkar still maintains that Vengsarkar was a big inspiration for him, and he in turn himself has been an inspiration for lots of players who are currently playing. Apart from that the one other big or the biggest ever inspiration for any Indian cricketer is the picture of Kapil Dev holding the 1983 world cup in the Lord’s. We derive all inspirations from all these great legends of our own, but we deny learning the tricks from them. I am not blind to the fact that there have been Indian coaches in the past. But the point I am trying to make is that why do we every time have to argue and debate between a foreign coach and an Indian coach. Why don’t we believe in our own people and allow the team to be coached by their inspirations. Just a thought of that is only raising hairs in my body. Also by that way we would make them do better jobs than being hypocrites on some channels. One thought I would like to strongly share is that foreign coach is one among the several factors which the BCCI uses to project its pseudo professional image.

Henceforth we can go blabbing about the willies of the Indian team. But on a serious post mortem (though I did have this notion very much before the world cup) at least I am clear that this was not at all the good team composition. I am not even discussing anything about whoever was not fitting to have been in the team. But Kaif, Suresh Raina, Dinesh Karthik, Romesh Powar could have been a couple of characters who if not for wonders would have definitely made more meaningful contributions. But let by gones be by gones. World cup is not the end. We did not deserve it and so we did not get it. The logic is simple and is more important than just emotions.