Thursday, December 23, 2010
Man Madan Ambu – Predictable confusions
Madan is the fiancée of Ambu, Deepa’s friend. And Mannar is the detective to trail Ambu started loving her in due course aptly convinced by Deepa who developed a sudden interest in Madan and became his fiancée, who was forced to sacrifice Ambu to Man(nar). Have I made myself clear? If not don’t blame it on me. It is what Man Madan Ambu all about. Confusions galore from the take one of the film, which taken off in Kodaikanal flew to Paris, Barcelona, Marseilles and ends at Venice.
After the supremely hyped super hit of the super star now it is Universal Hero’s turn to woo the audience to the theatres. The much expected movie after an excellent Dasavatharam, comparisons are inevitable but as like previous offerings Kamal never one in emulating the success of the previous ventures took a different path. Mixing comedy, sentiment and human emotions always a delicate attempt hardly fails to succeed in tamil cinema. Kamal the writer scores over kamal the actor here. Dialogues are so powerful but got mixed in the melee. In a super star movie all other actors were invisible when he is around. In a kamal’s movie all the actors look like Kamal Haasan as they were try to match him skin to skin, word to word, movement to movement. Some times it works, sometimes it fails miserably. The best example is kamal’s directorial venture Mumbai express.
The problem or it seems the problem with MMA is it takes neither the comedy route, nor the commercial route and jammed in between. When watching a character like Ambujakshi (a dignified portrayal by Trisha) a super actor with a heart who cant tolerate the ever suspecting fiancée (Madhavan), took a 3 year break from love to complete the professional part of life, took a holiday trip to Paris with her divorced chatter box friend Deepa with her two children(sangeetha) fall in love with the detective Mannaar (Kamal) sent to tail her and report her color of modesty in every possible way second by second by MMS, email, live chat and what not. Whether she took the decision because she fed up with over protective and over jealous rich lover or out of compassion over Mannar whose fate was changed due to a terrible accident by her is not clear.
The first half of the movie fairly engaging, as the scenes are moving at a pace you can digest. Second half plays truant when all the characters assembled in an alien location speaking the same language in their own voices keep the viewers guessing on their own except for some appreciable laughter here and there. The change of heart of Ambu towards Mannar can be understood as compassion turned into love. But Mannar’s sudden affection towards her can’t be justified as he has hardly shown that side of love and could be construed as sympathy converted into an opportunity of love. That too he has almost ditched his employer breaching the basic code of conduct for a security or detective agency or whatever for his own personal favour, though the reason justified the act. But all starts well that ends well.
Performance wise it is not a memorable one by Kamal’s own high set standards. But in this movie good performances are reserved for Madhavan, Sangeetha and to some extent Trisha. But the hero of the move is the cinematographer Manush Nandan who brought the lovely locales of the movie and the magnificent ocean liner rightly titled SPLENDIDA lively. The editing deserves a mention especially the flashback cut song of Kamalhaasan replayed or played backwards. A truly delightful five minutes of the film and the song beautifully sung by the aging actor. The live recording adopted for the first time enhances the proceedings some times and the background noises mar the proceedings some time.
Nothing much to cheer about on the songs front (music by Devi Sri Prasad) as the titled track Manmadan Ambu was edited out (for want of time or what) the other songs fails to capture. But he managed well on BGM. The much controversial verses rendered by Trisha and Kamal was edited out (I supported this wholeheartedly) with the second part of the same come in background at the end as the title card rolls. Surprisingly there is no duet between the lead pair, surely a disappointment for Trisha.
Sorry I forgot to mention the brilliant cameos by Urvashi and Ramesh Aravind (he is chatting and I am vomiting – nice ramesh)
If it is a Kamal directed movie the disappointment level would have been much lower. Since it is a K.S Ravikumar movie, who never fails to impresses that too in a kamal movie (this is their fifth offering) a disappointment creeps in.
Go for it without any expectations and enjoy the ride in Splendida. This is vacation time. A virtual tour of Paris, and Venice, come with an unbelievable story and cost.
Mathusuthanan.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Enthiran - The wait is over
Relief seems to be the first word must have come to the minds of Shankar and Rajinikanth after the FDFS (first day first show). The butterflies in the stomach must have fly now over their heads as the cash registers are ringing and money and appreciations started pouring from all quarters. Strangely the BABA syndrom which was remembered and reminded by only few. Others never seem to worry about the result of the fated film, just thronged the theatres from the wee hours of friday.
It was 6.30 in the morning I reached the theatre and the parking space is full and no fans at sight. Everyone occupied their seats never wanted to miss even the censor card. Anxious ticket holders waited for their companions to come, cursing their fate for waiting outside when all the fun and frolic is happening inside. The whistles and cat calls, and thalaivaas' increased the blood pressure of those waiting outside literally and figuratively. The much expected and supremely hyped Enthiran is going to run infront of the screen before them. Does the film fulfilled the expectations of overexpected (always) rajinikanth fans?. Rajinikanth is like a tendulkar of sorts as every match we expect sachin score a ton which might not happen. Every three years when rajini film hit the theatres we expect the fireworks and a brand new success which could match only the earlier rajinikanth film. How is Enthiran?
Now that the story is out let us not revel on that aspect. As Dr Vaseegaran ( Rajini ) makes Chitt - the robot ( rajini ) a look alike robot who he wanted to dedicate to the army to fight the enemies ( or to assist the army ) got stumbled by the treacherous Superior Bohra ( Danny Denzongpa ) installed the human emotions programme to make it almost human from humanoid. Trouble starts when chitti started developing a passion for Sana ( Ishwarya Rai Bacchan- but who is not) and all hells broke loose when Dr Vaseegaran hit with jealousy pangs and Chitti fall into the wrong hands become Chitti - the villain. In the end all ends well but not for Chitti.
This one liner ( or a multi liner ) story developed into an exciting screenplay, mixed with mind blowing special effects, gravity defying stunts, animatronics, Bombs and cars explode, Glasses shattered and we can say the second half itself as a climax. Yes, We have not seen a climax this long runs almost 50 minutes with full of action.
The fans are in for a treat from the first frame as they ( we ) are watching Rajini in a double avatar. Playing a Robot came naturally to him and his fast paced diction adds pep to the role. But Dr Vaseegaran he could have done better both with make up, body language, expression and action. The growing up of beard then and there gives him an avoidable look. Only to justify a dialogue written by late Sujatha " leavukku vantha rishi maathiri irukke " he grows beard it seems. Sujathas' participation is very much appreciated but his demise is a major cause the film lags in certain portions. He could have certainly added the flavour on talkie portions in the second half where Shankar has no other way but to rely the CG work rather than the projection of human emotion. Certainly the tussle between Vaseegaran and Chitti would be a treat to watch if the team scratched their heads for few interesting scenes between them on the love affair.
The abrupt start of the overstretched climax gave the necessary adrenalin pumping but the effort The BOSS had in the last 10 minutes of Sivaji sorely missed here. Afterall we all used to rajini doing certain thing unimaginable, implausible things on screen only because he is rajini. The robot avatar given him enough leeway on this and added to Shankars imagination on destructive power of robot the last 30 minutes we sat is sheer awe. Awestruck and jaw dropping action sequences a never before in any of Indian movies certainly the highlight of the film. The balcony circle society tend to compare this with matrix, terminator and other hollywood block busters. No comparisons please, when the same team work together for a tamil movie we should accept Rajini as we accepted Arnold and Keanu reaves.
Performance wise Rajini literally has given a lot for this movie but his style, mannerisms, magnetism and charisma were underutilised. Whenever he get a chance he enthralls and swept us completely. Check out for his tone "Robo" and the maaaaaaaaaaaaaaay". Less said about Ishwarya the better. Danny didn't have much chance to exhibit his villainy after Rajini take over that part too. A forgettable outing for him.
Shankars' dream project took life with the larger than life image of Rajinikanth and after watching the film we can surely say only Rajinikanth will make the project workable and viable. The other two actors who considered for the job would have done different but the end product and result might not be so staggering as this. Randys' camera breathes life to this celluloid magnum opus, promptly aided by Anthonys' editing and Oscar winner Rehman. The much talked about RR during climax doesnt seem to have an effect as the sounds of the bullets and bombs sabotage the background music. Songs are exception and a sheer delight.
All said and done Enthiran is a sure winner of cash across the country and it is difficult to recreate the Enthiran's Magic by any other actor. But of course all of Rajinis records were broken only by Rajini himself. Collections apart he just brings us into senses during the two minute climax by his monologue and strong message to one and all. We all love that rajini and his films. We expect an out and out rajini masala next time.
What do you say.
Mathu
Saturday, August 21, 2010
God / Life -What do you think
God / Life -What do you think
Without faith you will not pray God first. Advaitha ( one god ) philosophy was diluted to the maximum now we started believing everything we see whether men or beast, serpent or turtiles we attached some avatars to it and pray. We pray only because we are afraid.
We are not afraid to the actual loss in first place. We are actually afraid about the consequences of a loss. Man, Material, Relationships, Profession, money everything falls into this category.
This attachment or binding makes us live and forces us to make mistakes, and keeps us alive. We actually think we are always living for others but in truth it is not....We console ourselves as if we are sacrificing a lot for others throughout our life and die with a hollow space in our heart that echoes, we never lived a single day in our whole life for our self.
Money and fame always come to people who multiply their efforts and resources not to whom who scatter. Anything scattered is scattered and will not be compiled in full. We never know when we claim we are financially free and we are famous. Do we ever say enough of what we have? Very rare. We go to a status and looking for the next level in the ladder. We accrue money and strive for something more...it is an endless pursuit....
Everyone strives to live great...but in my opinion if you strive to die great you naturally live great too.
What do you think?
Mathu
Without faith you will not pray God first. Advaitha ( one god ) philosophy was diluted to the maximum now we started believing everything we see whether men or beast, serpent or turtiles we attached some avatars to it and pray. We pray only because we are afraid.
We are not afraid to the actual loss in first place. We are actually afraid about the consequences of a loss. Man, Material, Relationships, Profession, money everything falls into this category.
This attachment or binding makes us live and forces us to make mistakes, and keeps us alive. We actually think we are always living for others but in truth it is not....We console ourselves as if we are sacrificing a lot for others throughout our life and die with a hollow space in our heart that echoes, we never lived a single day in our whole life for our self.
Money and fame always come to people who multiply their efforts and resources not to whom who scatter. Anything scattered is scattered and will not be compiled in full. We never know when we claim we are financially free and we are famous. Do we ever say enough of what we have? Very rare. We go to a status and looking for the next level in the ladder. We accrue money and strive for something more...it is an endless pursuit....
Everyone strives to live great...but in my opinion if you strive to die great you naturally live great too.
What do you think?
Mathu
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
what do you think?
Superiors or Subordinates
All of us will have superiors one day subordinates one day. All of us were/are superiors one day and subordinates one day. When we are subordinates most of the time we think our superiors are inferior in so many things like decision making, attitude, behaviour, pro-activeness, shrewdness, and lacks hunger because they have reached certain position in their career. How much of this is actually true? Yes, it is true to some or even great extent we should start see the world through a universal spectrum rather than watching it in subordinates or superiors glasses. Expectations have no limit but elevations have. Instead of grumbling whenever you feel humiliated it is better to vent out the feelings and concentrate on whats in store for us to grow up. Since anger is a potential force direct it on our work the results will be multiplied. But even after that if you think of being sidelined....think, the world is wide open. Only thing we need is grit and determination. Are we ready to take the risk?
Superiors on the other hand became demigods and thought of in a cult status once they reach the top. They always claim to help the subordinates to come up in the ladder. Whatever the subordinates try they can reach only the next step below them. is it not? At the bottom of the heart they sure must have feelings on a subordinate come up in the organisation and viewed as a potential threat if he is a real smart guy. Behind the scenes they make every other thing to keep the subordinates in their places. Is that a wise thing to do? In a world of changing scenario where nothing is guaranteed the position of a superior is always under threat and he cant enjoy the chiefdom forever. While we evaluate people also have a thought people will also evaluate us. They may not have the power that will impact you immediately. But in the long run surely it will. People grow, We grow, reflexes may ditch us, Smart or crooked people play smartly and make our lives a hell. In the age of impermanence understand the subordinates and superior status also impermanent.
what is that has been left for us? Pride or Prejudice. Nothing. Only human-ness.
What do you think?
Mathu
All of us will have superiors one day subordinates one day. All of us were/are superiors one day and subordinates one day. When we are subordinates most of the time we think our superiors are inferior in so many things like decision making, attitude, behaviour, pro-activeness, shrewdness, and lacks hunger because they have reached certain position in their career. How much of this is actually true? Yes, it is true to some or even great extent we should start see the world through a universal spectrum rather than watching it in subordinates or superiors glasses. Expectations have no limit but elevations have. Instead of grumbling whenever you feel humiliated it is better to vent out the feelings and concentrate on whats in store for us to grow up. Since anger is a potential force direct it on our work the results will be multiplied. But even after that if you think of being sidelined....think, the world is wide open. Only thing we need is grit and determination. Are we ready to take the risk?
Superiors on the other hand became demigods and thought of in a cult status once they reach the top. They always claim to help the subordinates to come up in the ladder. Whatever the subordinates try they can reach only the next step below them. is it not? At the bottom of the heart they sure must have feelings on a subordinate come up in the organisation and viewed as a potential threat if he is a real smart guy. Behind the scenes they make every other thing to keep the subordinates in their places. Is that a wise thing to do? In a world of changing scenario where nothing is guaranteed the position of a superior is always under threat and he cant enjoy the chiefdom forever. While we evaluate people also have a thought people will also evaluate us. They may not have the power that will impact you immediately. But in the long run surely it will. People grow, We grow, reflexes may ditch us, Smart or crooked people play smartly and make our lives a hell. In the age of impermanence understand the subordinates and superior status also impermanent.
what is that has been left for us? Pride or Prejudice. Nothing. Only human-ness.
What do you think?
Mathu
what do you think
Experience and Efficiency:
Efficiency is not a natural by product of experience. Those who learn the traits effectively during their man hours will apply it diligently will become successful. Is that a real necessary all efficient people are experienced? or all experienced people are efficient. It varies from individual to individual.
Unconscious competence is the order of the day when someone doing a job for quite some time and getting acclimatised with it thoroughly. Once he attain that status he should start explore it further and try to reach newer heights. Otherwise he get stuck in a rut and become a dud.
Who will tell you are efficient or experienced? Ask yourself as I am asking myself
now.
What do you think???
Mathu.
Efficiency is not a natural by product of experience. Those who learn the traits effectively during their man hours will apply it diligently will become successful. Is that a real necessary all efficient people are experienced? or all experienced people are efficient. It varies from individual to individual.
Unconscious competence is the order of the day when someone doing a job for quite some time and getting acclimatised with it thoroughly. Once he attain that status he should start explore it further and try to reach newer heights. Otherwise he get stuck in a rut and become a dud.
Who will tell you are efficient or experienced? Ask yourself as I am asking myself
now.
What do you think???
Mathu.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Enthiran – 100 % entertainment guaranteed
Enthiran – 100 % entertainment guaranteed
The wait is over. Super fans of Superstar now shout with joy as their agonising wait for more than two years was over and the audio of the much awaited and anticipated Enthiran was out. Now they wait to with bated breath for the date of release. No actor in India can command such a euphoria for an audio release like Rajni does.
In most of the towns it is a precursor for the mega release that follow a month later. Crackers burnt, Goats sacrificed, Prayers offered and all the usual things done during the films release happen for audio release also. At Madurai when the van reached with CDS, hundreds thronged the van and given anxious moments for the waiting cops. First sale started at 04.30 and 500 cds gone before the clock touches 5.30 am commented Mr Tulasiram, my good friend and owner of a chain of cd stores in madurai. Only Enthiran can beat Sivaji he remarked.
When all big names joined hands together say Rajnikanth, Shankar, A.R. Rehman, Vairamuthu, and Sun pictures the expectations soars and touches peak. Has the names brought magic?
The answer is an emphatic YES.
Each track has its own plusses and trade mark of all the lead players Rajni, Vairamuthu, Shankar and Rehman. Rajni’s sense of lyrics, Vairamuthus choice of words, Shankars obsession with innovative and imaginative sequences, Rehmans penchant for new voices and sounds all adds glamour. I find difficulty in rating the songs as each one is unique and appealing. But the trend is clearly set as per earlier shankar movies a folk number, a fantasy number, a fast paced, a lovely duet, an opening song, and one for the number.
But a clear deviation is the opening song which is not a traditional superstar opening song hopefully it is “puthiya manitha” beautifully rendered by SPB with soulful words an amalgam of realism and fiction. Look for the words like Thanthai mozhi - simply good.
Arima Arima stands tall among other because of the richness in the composition on par with international films with Oscar winner Rehman given his best for this song which is a traditional shankar fantasy song with words like Silicon Singam, Agriniayin arasan naan rules the song.
The foot tapping Kilimanjaro is going to be in the lips of the youth for some days to come beautifully sung by Javed Ali and chinmayi. An instant catcher the folk number is the one which was shot in Peru. “ Kadhal Anukkal “ is the duet on the lead pair sang skillfully by Vijay Prakash and Shreya Ghosal ( only song people thought of going out for a smoke not withstanding how skillfully it would have been captured )
With “Boom Boom” dedicated to kids, and other one just for the number the album is a complete entertainer and a must for music lovers whether they are the fans of Rajni, Shankar or Rehman. The song Irumbilye Idhayam reminds us the earlier Rahman number in the movie by S.J Surya ( maram koththiye maram koththiye )
Now that we heard whats in store the expectation raised and everyone is eagerly awaiting how those songs unfolds before us in silver screen. However with all things intact we are sure guaranteed of a 100% entertainment. If half of the efforts on the songs were translated the result definitely would have been amazing.
Lets wait and watch how the magic of Superstar unfolds....
Guys it is party time in September............................................
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Raavanan – Efforts are less than Expectations
Where would you get such a cast? Mr. and Mrs. AB (of course they comes on package either as Mr. and Mrs. or Senior and Junior), a versatile Vikram, Seasoned veterans like Govinda, Karthik, Prabhu. Only Mani Ratnam can bring them all out in one roof, make them struggle in the rainy forests of UP, Kerala, and drench them in all sorts of water from rain, to lake to stream to water falls to mud. All of them dutifully obey what the director wanted them to do. But the end product is far less convincing.
True to the rumour mills it is largely based on the Ravan-seetha-rama- lanka episode but as a story teller Mani ratnam is known for his details. Whether it is MGR-KARUNANIDHI in Iruvar, Ambani in Guru, Tamil Eelam in Kannathil Muthamittal he never shied away from facts. Here he takes cover may be to avoid wrath of the traditional audiences who will not digest a Sita falling for Raavan while Ramas’ merciless act against Raavan who strangely saved him.
As the opening credits roll out we are getting ready for a visual delight. We are not disappointed. Both Santhosh Sivan and V Manikandan, Cinematographers presented a magnificent canvas laced with water, fog, greenery and mist. From the first frame to the last fall, they have captured the beauty with a beastly smile in their eyes. The naked forests, jungle and sets are a treat to watch.
The film opens with Raavanan (Vikram) kidnapping Ragini ( Ishwarya rai bachchcan), and Dev ( raginis’ Husband - Pritviraj ) on their trail. Raavanan alias Veera is a sort of head of a Tribal community (or villagers) live in god knows where in Vikramasingapuram in Tirunelveli District. The reason for the kidnap of the wife of the police commissioner and their 14 days of existence formed the story in full.
The way Veera falls in love with ragini (by the way, who will not, when the person concerned is Ishwarya with her alabaster skin, raunchy looks and the glittering eyes ), ragini’s change of heart as she come to know the reasons behind the kidnap, a wolfish husband looking to increase his count on encounters to maximum, the police force’s futile attempt to tame a team of villagers with all their ammos intact, and the well known ending, gives us a feeling of discontentment at the end of 120 minutes and we wanted more as we expected more of a Mani Ratnam Movie.
Comparisons are inevitable with the epic as the story happens in forest (asoka vanam originally the movie titled as such, that would have been more apt than Raavanan at least in Tamil), the villains name, and a hanuman like character (nice cameo by karthik, but to indicate his character he was made to jump from tree to tree to tower, so unlikely for the caliber of both the actor and director), a lie detector test instead of Agni pravesham and so on.
Performance wise Vikram leads the pack because he has to do his double act in this bilingual movie (Raavanan in one and Ram in other) truly an achievement no wonder Abishek declined to do a bilingual. His body language, fiery eyes, chirpy movements enamours the audience. But the bak bak sound reminds of his earlier movie Kandasamy and dialogue delivery in some places are too fast not decipherable a trade mark of Mani’s Movies (Dialogues by Suhasini Maniratnam). Ishwarya rai who matched Vikram in the double act (she has to do twice the routine) followed by Pritviraj. Others who also made their act felt are Prabhu, Vaiyapuri and Priyamani. What is Ranjitha doing there in a no dialogue two scene character? Very Pathetic.
A.R. Rehman’s songs are truly captivating but only in Hindi version. In Tamil it looks very odd as song picturisation in Maniratnam movies are truly imaginative, and a movie goers delight. It was sorely missed here as the songs flow along with the movie and on montages. It is surely a disappointment. Dhok de gilli and Usire Poguthu songs may be an exception.
But, for 3745 feet and 15 reels the movies’ running time looks very short and I really wonder whether the movie was pruned to make way for international audience. Some cuts are abrupt through out the movie. Because bollywood movies run a minimum of 3 hours plus and Kollywood movies 150 minutes on an average.
Of course when a wafer thin story line it cant be overstretched too. Who will want to watch, all the characters including the lead pair were given an ugly look the whole movie, characters meandering around forests and waterfalls speak in a language they can’t fully involve with, for more than two hours.
Only for die hard mani ratnam fans. Vikram has something to cheer about after the dud Kandasamy. But t is only something.
For ordinary and regular movie goers who are looking for 100 % entertainment and their value for money, wait till august. Enthiran will be over and ready to enthrall you all.
Mathu.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Recently I watched three movies all three have its own reasons to make them watchable.
First one is SINGAM. A usual Hari Movie with stunning fights, lip smacking duets ( thanks anushka ) and ear piercing sound levels reach a crescendo as the movie goes by. Thankfully the director never worried about the logics ( but who will ) and keep the pace intact through out presented a gripping entertainer no doubt. Surya literally fell short infront of anushka during duets who is definitely taller than him. Prakash raj is at his usual villainy...its high time he change such characters. Even villainy looks aesthetic when Raghuvaran performs it. Prakash is not so low and could do better. Music of DSP leaves much to be decided.
Another plus factor is vivek. Evokes laughter then and there. The fast pace of the movie with its lighting fast screenplay and its word of mouth spread of results will have an impact on the songs too. Sun Picture at last tasted money which they squarely lost by its last some ventures.
Second one is Goripalayam
Being a maduraite myself I could relate the places, slang, people and feel the pain, love, hatred, agony, blood and violence strewn throughout the movie. But I wonder why madurai always trumpeted as a violent city and given a projection that every citizen of madurai from executives to local dadas will have a sickle or knife as part of their garments. In reality it is not so. These people exist everywhere. But the sentiment attached to Madurai for a cinema's success clearly make people to look for the temple city atleast for a short shot in a movie. Even giants like Maniratnam, Vijay, Dharani, Surya etc are no exception to this.
A small act of robbery attempt and total misunderstanding by some members of the villain family, played havoc in the life of four friends who were forced to lose everything in their lives including their lives. There seems to be no positive character in the whole movie except the negative people have positive attitude.
However what makes the movie clicked was the nativity, new faces, excellent visuals, well executed realistic stunts. Performance wise the new comers and new faces have done their job to their satisfaction. All said and done the trend started with Subramanyapuram of the lead actors killing for the sake of killing giving the cine goers an animalistic pleasure and not a healthy sign though.
Climax seems a little bit contrived and urgent. The change of hearts is not justified clearly but done cinematically.
Third one is Angadi Theru
Vasantha balan is a director who dwells on misery and clearly an odd chip from the block of shankar who will have his own style of film making alongwith Bala, Ameer, Ram, who make movies others felt asindigestive. This movie about the sales boys and girls working in departmental stores and textile shops in big cities, their plusses and minusess, happiness and sorrows, reasons and retributions, love and pathos.
Some point of time you feel sorry for the boys and girls hitherto unnoticed by most of us and brushed as yet another sales boy. But the point i felt is this kind of documentary film making also give some reasons to cheer and a clear deviation from the modern day movies. Somehow showing the naked sides of the society wherein the poor becomes more poor or more violent or criminals gives us a jolt and only just that. We continue to be what we are.
The impact of the death of the ex salesman affected by psoriasis, suicide by a sales girl, loss of legs by the protagonist heroine is really emotional. The surprise factor of the whole movie is the actor in venkatesh an agmarg masala director who relies excessively on the likes of Namitha, Mumtaj and other glamour quotient and the brainless brawl between his hero and villain in innumerable movies of him. A clear revelation.
Anjali will go a long way from here. Here is an actress with potential to move up in the ladder provided she mixes the glamour and performances and trusts they are both sides of the coin. Rather than taking advantage of the glamour if she concentrates on her performances a bright future awaits her. Hero Mahesh can be spared on his maiden movie.
The songs of the movies which are clearly breaking the speed of the proceedings could have been trimmed to 2 or 3 than the customary six.
All said and done a must watch film.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Can I Borrow Rs.25/-?
hi all
it is a piece of gem came as a forward msg. Hope you have all read it before but for the sake of a re-read i post it.it is not my own
good things to be spread...
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Can I Borrow Rs.25/-?
A woman came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find her 5-year old son waiting for her at the door.
SON: 'Mummy, may I ask you a question?'
MUM: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the woman.
SON: 'Mummy, how much do you make an hour?'
MUM: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the woman said angrily.
SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'
MUM: 'If you must know, I make R 50 an hour.'
SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.
SON: 'Mummy, may I please borrow R25?'
The mother was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities. '
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door..
The woman sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the woman had calmed down , and started to think:
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that R25.00 and she really didn't ask for money very often.The woman went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.
'Are you asleep, son?' She asked.
'No Mummy, I'm awake,' replied the boy.
'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the woman. 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the R25 you asked for.'
The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you Mummy!' he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.
The woman saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.
The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his mother.
'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the mother grumbled.
'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.
'Mummy, I have R50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.'
The mother was crushed. She put his arms around her little son, and she begged for his forgiveness.
It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that R50 worth of your time with someone you love.
If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
it is a piece of gem came as a forward msg. Hope you have all read it before but for the sake of a re-read i post it.it is not my own
good things to be spread...
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Can I Borrow Rs.25/-?
A woman came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find her 5-year old son waiting for her at the door.
SON: 'Mummy, may I ask you a question?'
MUM: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the woman.
SON: 'Mummy, how much do you make an hour?'
MUM: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the woman said angrily.
SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'
MUM: 'If you must know, I make R 50 an hour.'
SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.
SON: 'Mummy, may I please borrow R25?'
The mother was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities. '
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door..
The woman sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the woman had calmed down , and started to think:
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that R25.00 and she really didn't ask for money very often.The woman went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.
'Are you asleep, son?' She asked.
'No Mummy, I'm awake,' replied the boy.
'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the woman. 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the R25 you asked for.'
The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you Mummy!' he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.
The woman saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.
The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his mother.
'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the mother grumbled.
'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.
'Mummy, I have R50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.'
The mother was crushed. She put his arms around her little son, and she begged for his forgiveness.
It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that R50 worth of your time with someone you love.
If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Pathi, Patni and Cricket:
Pathi, Patni and Cricket:
சாப்பிட்ட பின் தனது ஐந்து விரல்களையும் வாய்க்குள் விட்டு இழுத்த பின் தோசையில்லாத அந்த தட்டையும் சும்மா தடவிக் கொண்டு இருந்தான் சிவா. “ ஏங்க வெறும் தட்டையும் விரலையும் எவ்வளவு தான் சும்மா தடவிட்டு இருபபீஙக இன்னும் தோசை வேணுமா? கேட்டுத் தொலைங்களேன் “ என்ற வித்யாவின் குரலுக்கு “ சிக்ஸர்” ஸுப்பர் ஷாட்” என்பது பதிலாய் வந்தது.
“இந்த சனியன் பிடிச்ச கிரிக்கெட் இன்னும் முடியலையா? ரெண்டு மாசமாச்சு வீட்ல நிம்மதியாத் தூங்கி. எப்ப பாரு ஒரே சத்தம்.” என்று அலுத்துக் கொண்டவளுக்கு “ ஓட்ரா, பைத்தியம். தோனிக்கு பாட்டிங் குடுக்கறதை விட்டுட்டு இவன் சிங்கிள் எடுக்கறான் பாரு” என்ற சிவாவின் குரலைக் கேட்டத்தும் பொல பொல என்று வந்தது. வந்ததே கோபம் அவளுக்கு....விடு விடுவென்று அடுக்களையில் இருந்து வெளியே வந்தாள்.
“உங்களுக்கு கொஞ்சமாவது ஏதாவது இருக்கா?
Ever heard of the above conversation, if you are India, that too in cricket crazy tamilnadu you are bound to hear it so often. The normalcy of domestic life affected to a greater extent as like a bharat bandh announced for a major cause. It is so strange in families that 90% of the husbands are cricket lovers, of them 95 % of the wives were cricket haters but serial lovers. ( Television serials - no other meaning fellas ). Normally it is Dhoni v/s Gayle for husband. Rajam vs Nalini for wife. These two ends can never meet. The god forsaken cricket matches very delicately poised and scheduled in prime time to catch more eye balls. The same time was attributed to mother of all programmes in television the MEGA serials.
By the way if you are not aware about what mega serials was, then either you have not born yet or living in some other alien planet. Normally the serial starts somewhere during 2002 might have reached the interval stage by this time ( mind you we are in 2010 now ). By this time the original director, dialogue writer, hero, were gone. Heroine who was in love with someone in the beginning of the serial might have became a mother of two by this time. Never mind, women in tamilnadu are very shrewd and intelligent. Just by the body language of the actors they would understand which character they actually play.
The recently concluded IPL might have raised so many scandals, so many dramas were unfolded in high places, lots and lots of money were transacted and transmitted. But the biggest impact that made in normal homes is beyond reconstruction. At least 20000 husbands were either slapped by their wives are hit by the flying utensils from the kitchen. ( it is unconfirmed statistic figures may be high definitely) or they might have done overtime at office ( or that was what they normally claim ) happily sit in a bar with their favourite drink and enjoyed the IPL in big screen. But ladies don't need reason to pick their husbands you know. They started fight, invent the reason and continue the fight till the hapless husband gets mothballed sufficient enough to run out of the house at the first opportune moment.
To the normal house holds the biggest of enemies are not the financial status and lack of money. The unassailable culprits are Mobile Phones and Television sets. ( isko pakadna mushkil nahin, namumkin hai ). People even forget to wear proper clothes ( they wear clothes at least ) but never forget to pick up their mobiles first thing in the morning. In a recent survey conducted the first thing a mobile user did after he got up in the morning is to check his mobiles for missed calls or messages. Not that they are presidents, diplomats, industrialists or big guns. If they found their mobile as is where is condition they started wondering why anyone hasn't called. Actually the last call ended very late in the night in between only few hours were left.
Even for inexplicably tolerant wife the sight of her husband with a mobile phone with eyes glued to television is inflammable and if at all they are empowered and licensed to kill like james bond or jaishankar or any movie hero for that matter they would have happily become widows after strangling their husbands throat. such is the effect of television and mobile phone. When combined together these two apparatuses are deadly not only for husbands but for normal human beings also.
On the other hand for a husband who is returning from office after hectic work ( hectic or non hectic doesn't' matter ) the sight of his wife looking agape at the television set watching an idiotic serial wherein a snake which entered the house on Monday ( 15 days back ) still searching for the person it is going to attack for which the wife is unduly worried. Seeing this the husband silently wishes how good the god damn snake be in his own house with its prey being his wife. Such is the impact a tv serials of which a majority of working men ( working at office only sometimes office and home too ) got affected and they were deprived off their evening coffee, favourite news programme, favourite tennis or cricket matches
( some times they watch men's' tennis also for no particular reason but their interests are centred around the likes of maria sharapova, justin henin, steffi graf for some particular reason )
Why is this unnecessary, uncertain emotional climate prevail in a household? is watching cricket, serials, talk shows, a long mobile talk a sin?. No. Not at all. anything which crosses boundary should be stopped at the same point and the game has to be played in a different level. For a working or non working women the sight of their husbands with mobile phone in the left ear with head tilted and the whispering talks is a clear irritation because they have very few hours at their disposal for sharing the entire days happenings. An half an hour patient hearing would help the men to gain a lot of inroads in their counterparts emotional platforms as women by nature after they poured whatever they are trying to, they stop at that and leave happily. Normally they don't need advice from anybody ( whether they heed to that is a different case ) all they need is some patient listening ( it is not that you should be a patient of an e.n.t specialist for selective hearing ). When they are deprived of this fundamental right they became agitated resulted in the loss of harmony at home.
Where should we draw a line for this endemic problem? The answer lies with each one of us. We all knew the anger to the spouse would get subsided in due course. But that due course should be at the earliest. problem arises out of this two menacing habits have a profound impact on their daily life and after some point of time life become miserable. This will lead to finding reasons to start fight and thereby disturbing the peace of the entire home. The new technique adopted now a days is a pregnant silence between husband and wife where they wont talk to each other for two three days and talks resumed by fourth day only to get disturbed on sixth day. Whats the use?. what are we gain by watching or doing some habits which are clearly identified as potential danger to normal domestic life. A proper planning, and execution is the need of the hour. Husbands should identify and understand the wives tastes and distastes and act remember at least ACT accordingly. sacrificing an Australia Pakistan match or Afghanistan south Africa match would not be a sin. in fact it is advisable to watch all the matches India play. So that some part of time we would definitely fed up with it counting the number of matches they actually PLAY rather than ADVERTISE.
A prior approval and permission on this could be sought well in advance. (they (wives) grant them in style that's for sure, but whether they hold the promise up depends on that days happening ) Keep them in good humour as soon as you are back home. Leaving socks and shoes at the in the middle of the hall and looking for remote control naturally make them angry.
For women understand the husbands have some genuine reasons to make some long phone calls after dark ( as office gossips happening in far way branches cant be discussed at office time ) which sometimes will even decide their careers ups and downs. Just realise the need of it and give them a go. Watching games or talk shows are the only way they can unwind their heavy heads as they start scratch their heads to skull everyday on targets, reports, analysis, tallys, superiors, subordinates, clients, competitors etc. Anything that stops the release of their emotional reservoir will make them more TENSED resulting in the negative outburst of emotions.
Even the COUPLE should try of initiating a talk and discuss about how much they spend on tv and mobile each day, and together as husband and wife would be a good starting point. after some point of time both of them realise the errors on their respective part and try to correct themselves.
But one thing is certain, all this things happen only when they genuinely realise the problems at home are, only if not only but mainly because of this reasons and take necessary corrective measures. otherwise this blog is just another way of getting REGISTER my own feelings at homes. the above mentioned siva and vidya are not fictional characters. They might be you and me as well. So stop watching sharapova every game she plays, stop watching sachin every ODI he perform, stop watching mega soaps from 6 to 10 in the evening, because one skip here and there will not make our lives empty in turn it will make it pleasant...
Sorry its time to watch Australia vs. South Africa. Indians are out of t 20 world cup as they were thrashed by windies. My wife has slept already and its 12 in the night friends, she should be. I have just finished a 26 minutes call from a colleague i am going to see tomorrow morning at office... of course my wife was annoyed... what to do this blog is just completed. I should sit with her one of these days...
sure friends definitely i will sit...when???
I only propose.....
good day
Mathu.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
A day in the Life of a Working woman
All things given below is not fictional. It is real and happened and happens daily somewhere to someone...
5.00am: The most dreaded sound of all – the relentless pounding of the alarm clock wakes her up. Her eyes remained shut tight and refused to open. Her whole body, screaming, to lie down a bit more. But she cant heed the request and hear the scream as a busy day ahead. Eyes half opened she just looked at the room. Her husband slept deeply, with a light snore with her kids lied down helter-skelter and await their turn to be woken up. Got up she had a look at herself in the dressing table mirror. True she had put on weight, her age started showing below her sleepy eyes and a double chin announced her lack of sleep and the full size mirror reflected her conveyed one startling fact she needs proper exercise, proper diet and proper health.
One day I will be back to my old normal she announced herself – one day When?
5.15 to 6.00 am. After her morning chores, she entered kitchen and opened the refrigerator where the vegetables cut the previous night and packed in bags were ready for todays cooking. She took the bag and spread the vegetables in kitchen table, went out to fetch the milk sachet which invariably leaks on alternate days. Cursed the milkman she ran into kitchen and put the milk in the milk cooker and boiled it for the morning coffee. The regular hullabaloo for breakfast, lunch, took almost an hour when her mobile rings loudly. “oh no…not again” she very well knew who the caller at so earthly hours. Yes, her house maid is absent and will not be there for the next two days. The mammoth task of washing dishes blooming slow largely in her mind and she shuddered that thought as she has to concentrate on the next in the agenda.
6:00 am to 7.30 am. Set breakfast on table. Got the next to worst job, of getting the kids ready for school. Kids are always kids. They do, all ruckus before they got into the school bus and we started feeling and look eagerly for the arrival of school bus. But when the school bus arrives and the kids were dispatched we feel the vacuum..
7:30 to 8.30. Emerge from shower to find her husband still immersed in the newspaper as though he is answerable for all the happenings around the globe with the coffee placed in the tray got cold. She kept her cool and tried not to freak out. When she informed about the cold coffee he blankly requested for another hot cup. She felt like slapping him but she is typical Indian woman cant slap her husband. ( but it is altogether a different matter some women do live and their husbands just shivered at the sight of their wives )
After the customary bath, which will not last more than, 5-7 minutes, as every minute after 7.30 considered golden and sacred. Almost dressed she came out to hear her neatly shaved husband shout for the towel from the bathroom. Is he doing this willfully or he is an habitual absent minded till date she don’t know after all they have been married for 8 years now.
A five minute spend at the pooja room reciting slokas just came to her mind at that point of time, lighting dheeps and dhoops she came back to where she belong from the morning -the kitchen. As she has to take care of her health and maintain her beauty she eat very less in the morning moreover a heavy breakfast prevents her from walking or running fast to catch the train or bus.
Fully dressed her husband came out to dining table with the paper in one hand and briefcase in another. First thing he asked after sat in the table was his tie. No he is not going to eat it but forgot to wear and it was strewn somewhere in the bedroom. Finished breakfast together, the house was locked both his pulsar and her scooty were taken out of the garage when she noticed she had a flat tyre in the back wheel.
She pleaded her husband to drop her at the nearby bus stop or railway station as it was getting late. The most sincere husband suddenly remembered of a meeting with his boss by 9 refused her request and asked her to take an auto and fled the scene before she had a time to react.
9.00 to 9.30 – when she got down from the bus she lost count on number of time she had been nudged and squeezed in the crowd in the overloaded bus. The carefully done make up was almost gone, the fresh dress wore in the morning became crumpled and creased.
9.30 to 12.30. She delivered the mandatory smile to the manager who guards the gate at the time of entry with attendance in the verge of closing time and settled down just to pick up the phone which started ringing precisely. Sighing she clears her tone and attend the first of the complaint that morning which are innumerable and grows minute by minute. That’s the fate of the marketing department, as they do such a thankless job of working hard, toiling hard, rewarded normally to get scolded hard.
12:30 to 1.15. The welcome respite, for the grueling afternoon ahead, the lunch break. Tiffin boxes are out, dishes shared liberally, office gossips spreads adequately, superiors actions were discussed comically, she really adores the lunch break where she can unwind all her inhibitions, rewind all her positive energies and really felt energized.
1.15 to 2.30. An ever urgent boss called her for a detail forced her to pre-close her lunch and rush towards the boss’s cabin who was in a meeting with other marketing colleagues. As she hustle breathlessly into the meeting and sat uncomfortably taking the minutes of the meeting since the report has to be mailed within half an hour after the meeting and the manager is having a very good habit of asking tomorrows report yesterday.
2:45 – 4.30. Reports are given. Calls, calls, calls and more calls made, attended. More complaints heard. More discussions, conversations, talks made her parched and she literally started craving to move out of the chair for a minute.
4.30 – 5.00. Time for internet. Personal mails, chats, official mails to be sent, official mails received and forwarded to the concerned and one last look of the agenda for the next day and what’s in store for her tomorrow. The head start spins as tomorrow is yet another big day of course every day for that matter.
5:20 About to leave office there was a call from either HO or the boss as they have to send an urgent communication which cant wait till tomorrow morning and she was given the most envious task of doing a job which can either be entrusted to his immediate superior or a person who was inexplicably absent that particular day. She had no other go but to finish the job and started worrying about catching the next available train or bus equally loaded like that one she came that morning.
6.30 – 7.30. Reached home, where husband and children have already arrived. Is the homework done? Okay, let the kids go play. Let me take a break for 15 minutes atleast, as the legs bend in front with total exhaustion. She sat on the sofa cross legged there was a voice of her husband for the evening hot tea. Any alternate left out for her? Absolutely no…no…
7.30to 8.30. Dinner prepared separately for kids, husband and for herself as all of them wont have the liking for a single dish which make her life hell and breaks her head every day on the dishes to be prepared.
8.30 to10.00 pm. Asked her husband to take care of the kids sleep while she put the clothes in the washing machine, and cut the vegetables for the next day morning break fast while the machine is in operation. 15 minutes into the chore her husbands shout shot at her ear as the kids started their commotion before bed. He is more concerned about dhoni winning the god forsaken 20-20 match than make their kids sleep in time to get up in time next morning.
10.30 to11.30 pm. After all the sundry works for next morning is over she suddenly remember the data's to be submitted for analysis first thing in the morning, rushed to the laptop and started filling up the bits and pieces to be delivered for next days work. Half an hour gone and she sat before the tv to watch her favourite music channel to listen to the soothing melodies for 5 to 10 minutes…whoof… the power went off. Strangely she felt she was the only woman in the whole world cursed to the nail from the head and slowly a realization dawned on her this must be the situation for all the working women whether working with her or elsewhere.
11.30 – Her whole body trembling with anticipation of a good sleep for the allotted 5 and half hours and stretched herself in the comfort of the bed with a pillow placed on her side to rest her tired legs. Sleep just come to people who worked that much hard as the eye lashes pasted together she heard a faint sound as if come from the bottom of a well. After some time her trained aural nerves know what was that sound and she realized the “hissing” sound come from her husband. She sighed deeply, and got ready for the one last ritual to be performed…
5.00 am: The most dreaded sound of all – the relentless pounding of the alarm clock wakes up her. Her eyes remained closed tight and refused to open. Her whole body, screaming, to lie down a bit more…………………………………
The night comes to an end….The day dawns….the story and suffering continues….
With warm salutations to all working women, wishing and praying for them for a healthy life ahead....
N. Mathusuthanan.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
சுறா - தள்ளி நிற்கவும்.
Sura – Stay away from the shark attack
Fifteen minutes into the movie I had a strange feeling and literally felt sorry for Vijay one of most saleable stars of Kollywood once tipped to be the next super star. It is almost five in a row of flops for Vijay (Azhagiya thamil magan, Villu, Kuruvi, Vettaikkaran, and now Sura) who was definitely caught in a quagmire of sorts about what went wrong early and what’s wrong now?
By the end of the customary and mandatory adulation theme song Vijay’s’ love over Tollywood was clearly evident. Another 10 films are so, he will be called king of remakes especially from Telugu (movies of Maheshbabu, Junior NTR were his favourites) as his alternate films are remakes. From the movies he slowly started lifting even tunes from Telugu songs also. The title track Vetri Kodi Yetru, is one such song of Pawan Kalyan (but well choreographed and picturised) from the movie Johnny.
Sura (what a name for a commercial hero) named exclusively only because he belongs to fishermen community is a god man of sorts for 1800 families living in yaazh nagar in god knows where in tamilnadu. Constructing a samaththuvapuram of sorts for all the families is his life time ambition. He crosses path with villain Samudram (villain of Mahadheera – another one lifted from telugu movie) whose hobby is to kill people and throw them into the seas. He wanted to build, a water theme park, in the hero’s place and try to vacate the people by the age old trick of setting fire to their huts, along with the hero and offered a place some 200 kms away. The phoenix like hero, resurrect from the ashes and locked horns with the villain and promised him he will build a residential colony within 6 months.
All it takes one song to attain the goal as sura and fellow fishermen posing themselves as coast guards evicted the people from the ship of the villain contains Rs.100 crores worth of commodity ( god knows what ) and transacted the consignment to Mumbai traded with some one there returned with a brand new Audi and money in a suitcase. The weapons used for the whole operation is diwali rockets, and crackers. Attack, counter attack, attack and final attack, villain was hanged and sura got married. We were relieved from the cinema hall.
Almost everyone acted in the movie spoke a dialogue in praise of the hero, be it heroine, comedian, villain, villains’ side kicks, no one is spared. This should be the only reason S.P. Raja Kumar got chance to direct Vijay’s’ 50th Movie when he is narrating the story to the actor. The time spent on this eulogy could be well utilized on the screenplay and story line. Predictable dialogues, Predictable situations, Predictable climax gives only the predictable result – SORRY.
The saving grace of the film is the songs, beautifully picturised on Vijay and Tamannah, by Ekambaram. Naan nadantha athiradi stands out top (well done – Robert for the gymnastic steps). Somehow we don’t gel with the whole movie from the start to end where hero himself looked bored and took a carefree attitude. A word of caution to Vijay, it is high time he start reducing the funny tone in his voice during dialogue delivery. Once became habit the tone loses its sheen and difficult to get back. Classic example is yesteryear hero Karthik. He made the same mistake and paid the price too. This funny tone used unnecessarily in situations doesn’t warrant it become an annoyance.
When hero himself doesn’t have a decent part to play in the movie less said is better for other characters like Heroine, Comedian (Vadivelu is wasted), and other extras. And what is radharavi doing in a five second role.
Publicity can make or break a movie. In Sura’s case the latter seem to happen. No amount of Sun TV’s publicity will take this movie further.
For Vijay fans – sorry no words – You saw, You knew, You are flummoxed.
For Ordinary movie goers – Stay away from the shark attack.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Paiyaa - kindergarten / adoloscent / or grown
Use KISS Principle while reviewing a movie advised of my friend after read my exhaustive review on VTV recently.
So to Keep It Short and Simple, N. Lingusamy's Paiya is an average entertainer a film we find nothing to write home about. A lovable lead pair, peppy songs ( sounds good because you have a feeling you heard in some other movies of the same director ), admirable cinematography, never enough for this movie with sagging screenplay plays the villain.
Lingusamy has his own reputation with grossly overrated Anantham, slickly made action cum love stories like Run and Sandakozhi. You cant differentiate Run, Sandakozhi and Paiyaa very easily. All have the same knot of hero crossing the path of villain inadvertently, love at first sight, etc etc. But the intensity of the action blocks of Run and Sandakozhi was sorely missed here. The only novel concept presented here almost two thirds of the movie happens on travel popularly called a “ road movie “ now a days.
The logic has taken a back seat as the story with full of holes like the holes in a polo mint factory. The brainless villains and goons look frightening but behave hilarious. The stone faced milind soman is one such. One punch by karthi he spits blood and looking to take vengeance and put price on karthis' head. They never seems to track his whereabouts when Karthi crosses them on the road accidentally it reminded them that they were insulted and assaulted by him sometime back and want his blood. How convenient?
The other group chasing Tamannah ( by the way you don't expect her to act and emote isn't it? After all statues in Madame Tussauds never act or emote but look beautiful and realistic ) is even more bizarre. They are frightened by the female voice over the cell phones and chasing the lead pair from Bangalore to Mumbai.
The story moves on expected lines without leaving much to our guessing. All that started well ends well. The visual effects team worked hard to bring the chases lively, beautifully assisted by Madhie the cameraman adds color to the proceedings. By interval point you half expect some thing of a cracker is going to happen in the second half. When that has not happened you feel yourself consoled you expected less. The friends of Karti gives some comic relief to the proceedings apart from the villains.
There are some questions lingers if at all you want to analyse the movie....
Who are the parents of the lead pair as they only lent their voice ( recession???)
When do Karthi gets another good script to act?
Will Lingusamy come out of the tailor made scripts he had done for the past 4 movies?
When will a hero get intelligent friends as they are practically dimwitted or plain dumb as shown in the movies?
What is the relation between the title and the movie?
Last but not the least is the review followed KISS principle???
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Nityananda - hamsa or himsa
First time in the history of world television a soft porn movie being screed at the insistence of General Public.
The above tag line was the only missing factor about an indecent incident happened a while ago and candidly but menacingly photographed by a crooked fellow eventually leaked out to the starving media. The only drawing factor in this whole episode is both the male and female involved in a legally allowable compromising position (read sexual act) is a so called saint and erstwhile actress.
The Nityananda - Ranjitha combo created a stir like the immensely popular ipl and the trp ratings skyrocketed for Sun news for two days in succession and the news papers run amok with the photographs of the said act with explicit details about it.
It is other thing the whole of tamilnadu watched the scenes in horror coupled with anticipation. But a question lingers in my mind about what the news channel and media in general tried to establish by it? The harmony on most of the homes already got lost by the so called mega serials, where in the adultery was adulated, bigamy was blessed, any act of criminality was given undue importance. When logic takes a back seat mind become polluted and unclean. The silt like dirty images occupied the already confused mind the telecast adds more dirt.
What happened between the duo is viewed as wrong only by those who trusts both are beyond such acts. Blaming only the actress only by her profession leaving the tainted saint go scot free is again a wrong thing. Of all the person who is more affected by this whole episode is Ranjitha. No one seems to be in sight even in her own film fraternity to raise a voice against the powerful media most of whose survival become a question mark without the shine and sheen of the ever glamourous filmdom. Probably they will come out with their "voice" once the dust settled over.
This is written not to raise question about who is wrong, but what is wrong with the people who blindly believe who ever speaks well in some two or three languages, with a saffron clad, live in ultra modern hutments, with thousands of followers of them the westerners in huge numbers. Do they ever think of their act of worshipping a fellow human being only because of the above skills which are easily acquired rather than a birth quality.
The millionaires who spend millions of rupees and dollars on the development of ashrams, swamijis, and their so called spiritual sojourns. They can very well spend the amount in establishing lots and lots of industries, provide employment to lakhs of unemployed youths, who were lured by this magnetic charisma for spiritual gurus and indulge in lewd act once established. The amount could well be spent to feed millions of poverty ridden villages, for their life time. Why dont they think on those lines? That is because the money spent may not be accounted money or they have become filthy rich and they developed a distaste for money and they involve in just throw away the money in the name of spiritual activity to some trusts developed aiming on this aspect alone. is that right?
All said and done the media once again dramatised an event of little consequence to any individual in particular except provide fodder for their voyeuristic appetite. But one thing for sure, everyone watched the television and read the paper must have felt ashamed about themselves as a soft porn movie was screened in their very drawing rooms watched by father, mother, wife, sons and daughters, and elders. They will think twice before watching such an episode in the future. As we are all suffered by Ghajini syndrome ( STML ) we tend to forget this episode at the earliest incident happens next.
If the next ones involved are satyananda or some other notable or notorious men or women we concentrate on their lives happily forgetting the nityananda who will roam with parama hamsa or eternal happiness and come back in different AVATAR.
Long live these" people who teaches the public something valuable every time they conduct some offense. But will we ever learn to think on our own and act accordingly...
only time will tell.
Monday, March 8, 2010
my take on aayiraththil oruvan
Thinking of creating a magnum opus like mckennas gold, mummy, raiders of the last ark is one thing. but sandwiching the best scenes of the movies into one and add a native language to it is next to insane.
AO is just that effort. the pre release hype and the longest of wait came to a halt and the end product is totally mediocre. Sure there wont be any of this kind in tamil cinema but actually tamil cinema doesnt need such a film with abusing lead characters showcasing their verbal and physical attributes is simply hard to digest.
The plenty of blood and gore shown aesthetically in torontino movies is really a pain here to watch. Partibans antics, remaas overtures, exhibition of body more than brawn, a hapless karthi just watching the proceedings with a hurt feelings, and a zombie like walk thro the act by andrea u can list number of negatives. Technically it is ok but we still had to go a long way. Especially the 12th century chola episode reveals about what a genius kamalhaasan is when we recall the same period in dasavathaaram.
is he depicting the plight of tamils in srilanka as a surrealistic feature of the film, strangely i have a feeling it is about them only.
Better selvaraghavn woke up from the over hype showered upon and him started making meaningful and psychological drama which he is famous for.
all said and done 5004 feet of cinema and 3.15 hours is tooooooooooooolong a movie to sit through.
better luck selva. dudes avoid family viewing if at all you want to see the movie first...
Friday, February 26, 2010
Vinnaith Thaandi Varuvaaya – My take…
165 minutes of my time and hundred rupees of my earning was really worth the movie? This is the thought lingered on my mind while I come out of the cinema hall last evening. “It is a feel good movie, I have not seen the heroine in the movie but my real self you have done well, Karthik” this is how Jessi ( Trisha ) comments to Karthik ( Silambarasan ) about his maiden directorial venture. Whether the same thing could be said on the real movie (VTV)? I caught in a dilemma as the feelings or mixed and I felt something or some link is missing in the whole episode and especially in climactic scheme of things. By the way I don’t know who told Gowtham vasudev menon, tamil cinema audience always looking and started accepting for an end with a twist and difference. Sorry Mr Menon, We still love happy endings.
The film opens with a wedding ceremony where Jessi is getting married to Abraham and Karthik her lover watching from the back drop as an unsolicited invitee that takes us to inevitable flash back sequence. Karthik a mechanical engineer with an ambition of making it big in tinsel town aspiring to become a film director. It is love at first sight for him when he met Jessi daughter of his house owner a system analyst. Things go real fast when he declares his love for her in their first meeting itself and meant it. Jessi who seems clearly disturbed by this overt proposal just seems, but took the bait and fall for it too. But as like all the movies takes her sweet time to concede to the fact and returning the favour of loving karthik who is strangely one year younger than her. Things took their natural course of change in action as Jessis’ father a staunch Christian disapprove the love and vowed to wed his girl only to a Christian not to an assistant director or director in making also happens to be a hindu.
Things are blooming lovingly between Karthik and jessy and it is strange they talk more about separation than union in all their romantic meetings. Clearly the boy is at ease in his approach by his overtures and girl is at ease in her approach of negation.
But nothing will change as the boy and girl meets, and fall in love, resolved to change their parents mind sets and convince them. As like so many movies Jessi got a rowdy brother who predictably notices first about the tryst between the lead pair involved in a brawl with no marks for guessing who won it when hero informed us he was a trained boxer before the fight scene starts. The usual feud between the families resulted in a hastily arranged wedding to Jessi, where the dejected looking Karthik lovingly look at Jessy still nursing hope of a miracle that will stop the wedding. Miracle did happen as Jessi informed the Priest of the church that she is not interested in marriage and needed time. While she leave the church she invited the invitees for the wedding to join lunch at her home and take it as a treat for her passing MCA. What would you describe that funny, insult or a gesture? - Interval
When the brother and family members found Karthik among the crowd they mobbed him and took necessary action to present him to police custody. The stubborn Jessi promised her parents she will not speak, see and continue the relationship with Karthik provided he was released immediately. Next thing she realized that she was madly in love with him and longed to see him one last time for the nth time. There he was waiting at the windows for his one last time to see her.
The things happened after were at hectic pace, fight, love, fight, more love, and finally a separation. When finally karthik was informed Jessi got married and went to US, he has became an assistant director decided to use his own life as a story for his maiden directorial venture titled JESSI (again no marks for guessing). When the shooting crew landed at US for their shoot you know what will happen. Yes. He meet jessi the first thing, sit for a chat and expressed his love for Jessi is still alive and harbour some hope of getting her back in his life. The one good clear scene scores above the rest where the lead pair got their priorities and acting skills intact.
All worlds turned colorful at least for Karthik ( not for us ) when Jessi declares she is not married and just tried to avoid becoming a hurdle for Karthik’s ambition, and not hurting the sentiments of her father she left India and settling in US. Without wasting a minute Karthik proposed to Jessi and she happily agrees. One good song in which the wedding took place in a temple at America and all began well ends well, then comes the twist in the climax which will surely leave the viewers in a state of confusion, disbelief, and so much of emotions.
Performance wise this is one of the good one for silambarasan who tried very hard not to raise the voice and anger in his eyes as the character demanded such softness. He somehow manages that. But it is strange his aspiration to become a film director took a back seat after he falls in love with jessy and his aspiration took a new dimension just seeking an opportune moment to hug and kiss Jessi. The determination, hard work, and perseverance required to fufil an ambition is totally missing. But watch silambarasan in a soft act and you may not get another chance to see him like this except the maniratnam’s next film for which he is being tipped to be a male lead.
Trisha played her role with effortless ease as the role demands nothing extra ordinary but to look beautiful in casual costumes, toned down make up. She is ravishing and adds color to the screen for sure. Performance wise she still has a long way to go as she got only few stock expressions to deliver.
Technically the film looks awesome with A.R. Rehmans’ numbers are picturised magnificently in lush locals of kerala, new york and Jerusalem or turkey? (Photography by Manoj Paramahamsa ). With a lovely lead pair Gowtham could have done better by chiseling out some songs, unwarranted and mismatched the situations. Scenes jumping from Chennai to kottayam to New york to Chennai with alarming frequency viewers gasp for their breath when the end credits rolls. Beware Mr Gowtham at least a chunk of audience would have left their seats when the final song begins predicting their own conclusions about the movie and will be surprised if they come to know about the climax. But the damage done is done.
It is a movie best suited for multiplex audience,minus two songs who will enjoy the THANGLISH ( Tamil + English ) and relate themselves to the characters. For others I still recommend to go and watch it for its technical finesse, mellowed performance of the lead pair and not to forget the character of Dinesh ( friend, philosopher and guide of Silambarasan) for his comic relief.
No expectations. No Disappointments. Mr. Gowtham we expect something better next time as you got another bankable star at your disposal who badly in need of a hit than anyone else - Ajith.
Monday, February 22, 2010
HIT AND RUN
HIT AND RUN
Hit and Run is a favourite term in Cricket and American Baseball games. Mention this two words to the tinsel town heroes especially kollywood kings they just shiver and shudder. No one is exempted from this feeling as everyone is looking desparate to prove their real worth not like before. From super star to santhanam, from Ilaya thalapathi to inian, from Ultimate star to Vaigaip puyal, from K. S Ravikumar to Vasanthabalan all of them experienced to the maximum never seems fully understand the concept of the success.
We have different sections of jargons used to title a cinema like mainstream, entertainer, award winning, documentary, docu-drama, epic, historical etc but none of this describe the real cinema… The real cinema can be classified into two broader terms only. Good cinema and Bad cinema. What ever film that succeeds might be called a good cinema because of the box office collections, its star value, technical credits etc. But unless it has a good story with a well written screenplay the chances of it becoming hit is remote.
The title hit and run suggestively implies the real winner and the number of days it runs to packed houses, collections, the over all review of the movie etc. Now a days movies hit the theatre, run without a sound within few days not making any noise but the howling of the hapless producers and grief stricken distributors, agonized cinema theatre owners. Gone are the days movies celebrate 100 days, 175 days, 200 days in a single theatre when the star cast of the movie assembled in important cities to celebrate the success.
What happened now a days is totally different and interesting phenomenon. Within the first week of the release the movie stars started visiting theatres all over the state promoting and literally begging the movie goers to watch the movie in the movie halls rather than in c d, which are dime a dozen now a days. The irony is even when they are visiting the movie halls it needs some heavy advertising and publicity to pull the crowd even for the particular show.
This was recently happened in Madurai when the artists of the latest movie “Goa” visited a theatre here the total number of audience is below hundred with none of the upper class people decided to move their butts out of their seats out of shame, or dis-interest or false pride or some other only a handful of people surrounded the artists and threw the widely read and accepted questions like how come u act such glamorous in the movie ( of course to the heroine not to the man who played gay in the movie ), what is your next movie, what do you think about the future projects, all socially very relevant questions and without those answers the life became endangered.
After a 5 minutes of pregnant silence the crew answered all those questions bordered at the range of absurdity to stupidity, one by one much to the delight of the cheering people. The enthusiasm died after ten minutes and only the photo mongers were stood in front to see their photographs in the next days issue of vernaculars, pushed for a handshake ( especially with the heroine ), and understood the secret of their existence in this mother land and fulfilled a greatest achievement which could be boasted of to their near and dear ones next day.
What made this or created this chaotic atmosphere? Where are those eager first day first show watchers who do anything for a glimpse of their favourite stars, never mind about their looks get shattered by the maddening crowd at the ticket counter, sweated like a raging bull while they entered the cinema, whistling like a double mouthed parrot on a mere look at the white screen.
Just take a brief look at the careers of most of the top, trusted and assured money spinners’ movies and their performances. Nothing moves in Tamil movie industry without the magnetic name rajinikanth whose last movie kuselan really made the producers and distributors an apt choice for the title sank without a trace. The reason for this movies' debacle may vary, from his chance and selfish remarks before the movies’ release sparked controversy all over the state and even his fan clubs ditched the movie obliterating the earlier most welcomed, highly successful!!!! Sivaji the boss, and the trend setter Chandramuki.
Kamal Haasan, the ever youth man in wrong side of fifties tried his expertise in highly acclaimed and very successful dasavathaaram ( of which 3 are just to add the numbers was another issue ). He tried to repeat the success of the hindu movie a Wednesday remade it as unnai pol oruvan, ran as an also ran but the media and satellite channels projected the movie a great attempt by the versatile actor. He roped in Mysskin another successful but not so powerful director whose own project Nandalala is yet to see the light for reasons known only to select few. The movie required lots of research and mysskin took his own sweet time to ready it but not before kamal changed his mind to do a commercial comic caper with his trusted K.S. Ravikumar and shifted the dates to it.
Vijay who has been touted be an would be superstar with string of success until Pokkiri, bite the dust not for once but four in a row ( Alagiya tamil magan, villu, kuruvi, and now vettaikaran ) trusting heavily on his next venture “suraa” and body guard both were claimed as commercial pot boilers ( actually pot does not mean the producers stomach here ). Anyone of it click he will stand to stake a claim otherwise will also become a point of no return for him for the cult status.
Ajith, claimed to be an actor has a biggest opening next only to super star steadied his career with superstar’s remake of billa, but erred in Shahrukhs remake of main hoon naa, and came the original interestingly titled Aasal a pale copy of earlier movies, proved once again that flashy cars, smoking cigars, glamour doll heroines, gravity defying stunts will not hold a film together. This is the real lesson to Saran who tasted success on and often but failure regularly, except when he is with bankable stars like ajith, kamal etc. His earlier Mothi vilayadu can be clearly reviewed for how bad a movie can be made not for any other cause.
Vikram took almost a decade to establish as a bankable star did movies with bala which are very good, faced defeats in two movies which took long time to reach the theatres. Both Bheema, and Kandasamy did nothing to raise his stature. He pins all his hopes on Maniratnams’ Raavanan ( what is so secret about movies by maniratnam who cares very little for fans refusing to divulge even the title of his film is a mystery )
Surya, a talented artist trying something different every movies gone back to the commercial routine in Hari’s Singam. His latest Aadhavan create ripples initially only initially and nothing could save this film became an average also ran film.
Vishal who claimed fame by a hat trick of hits dived and went under the ground with consecutive flops and looked distraught seeks asylum with Bala signed a double hero subject with Arya formed other half., Bala who is a notable film maker notorious for his painstakingly slow film making. But bala has promised his next Avan Ivan will be released before 2010 end but highly unlikely.
Cinema is somewhat a safe place for smaller names like Dhanush, Ravi, Jeeva, Karthik, Bharath, who are growing heroes with not so weight on their head and doing roles which suit them. It is always better to do roles that justifies their age and stature rather than projecting themselves super hero and next to super star. One film might click and ten others will make them feel for what they do.
It is true that no one will work, shell out money, time, and sacrifice their careers to make failure movies but one thing they all conveniently forget is people now a days become so erudite, knowledgeable, tech savvy, knew the nuances in film making. And to make them come to theatres that too with family is a tough task for every film crew. Most of the time the story decides on success, some times the racy screenplay, songs, and technical expertise can only hold the film not carry it to the success. Heroes are trying hard and flexing every inch of their skin to make their film a success. Unless the above mentioned objects are intact no one could save a film from its fate.
The next best thing the kollywood film makers could do is take a leaf out of world cinema, bollywood, on the canvas they really paints their movies, making films which are closer to the heart rather to the skin, where the viewers feel the movie rather watch it. The all time grosser AVATAR, 3 Idiots, My name is Khan, are the latest examples about how films are projected in a different atmosphere, viewed in a totally different perspective could make viewers watch in awe. James Cameron who waited for more than 13 years to make an Avatar is a real case study for todays directors both veteran and budding ones.
Attending film festivals, panoramas, participating in panel discussions on how good movies are made, reviewing a movie by ripping it apart will not take anyone to the height of success. But an honest approach on the project in hand, extensive research before going to a shoot, planning concrete on a budget, last but most important is a will and determination to finish the film on time. Of all the movie production houses only AVM has this determination of announcing the release dates on the time of start none others do.
The delay in release of films is a clear indication of uncertainty in the minds of the directors and people lose interest in the movie. Or sometimes even the over expectations turn negative and reflects on its performance. The classic example is selvaraghavans’ over hyped Ayiraththil Oruvan (should have been titled Ayiraththil oruththi as only reema sen stole the show and occupies maximum screen time). Selvaraghavan’s angry remark to the scribes over this film is being a rip off of Hollywood block busters is a really funny one. The shadows are from Mckennas’ gold, Battle scenes from Mummy, exploration from Indiana jones series, The concept is from The Myth the examples are many.
All said and done a movie become hit and run for 100 or more days will not happen for quite some time. The celebration of silver jubilee of a movie was a distant past but everyone crave for. We see the 100 days, 175 days, only in news papers not in theatres any more. Chandramuki is an exception. I, as an eager movie buff wish the cinema took a different route altogether and hope all the actors aware of their plus and minus present movies which is appropriate to their age and stature lure the audience back to where they actually belong.
Movie watching is an enjoyable experience. No amount of communication advancement will diminish the sheer joy of watching the movies in a big screen with DTS, DOLBY sound effect with coke, ice cream and popcorn. Hoping to be back to theatres and enjoy the show.
My take on directors follows….
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Conversation with my self - Part 2
“Traveling through time is a fascinating journey. The one thing you never regain is your lost second throughout our life” my self piqued. “Are you ready to join hands with me while we travel back forty years” self asked for which my only reply would be an emphatic “yes”.
December 16, 1969, 12.10 am the would be assistant regional manager after 40 years of a 13o odd year old publication was born at the stroke in a remote village named UKKARAM in erode district. The irony is his mother was brought straight from a movie hall at the village where she got pains and a 3 mile drive in a bullock cart from movie hall to hospital is more than enough for a normal delivery. I just came into existence where no one was there to rejoice except my maternal uncle, and my grand mother. My father was far away at erode and due to visit the next day. “You got your interest in movies from your birth dear. It is no wonder you are fond of movies till this minute” my self needled me. “You will be surprised to know that your father was also watching a movie at erode at the time of the delivery. Like father like you” my self guffawed.
“Have you ever thought about your real birth and what was your possessions, place of delivery, who was your nurse maid, who was the doctor who helped in giving birth to you, how much pain your mother must of have undergone” my self quipped. “Most of us don’t buddy, so you need not worry about those things. 90 out of 100 people will say no if you asked this question” my self assured. “Those things are seemed small or never mattered to you now, but for those small things you pure existence in the world now, itself become questionable isn’t it.?
“Living a forgettable life is something everyone can do. Dying unforgettable is the thing should everyone crave for but only few could able to attain it is that right?” I asked my self. “Well said man, well said” my self with a pride in its voice. “Now you are slowly entering into the groove. Which part of the life you lived in the past 40 years looked greener to you even now” my self asked me. “The life I lived for the first 15 years” I replied with a tinge of sadness evitable in my tone. Those 15 years of school life still make me smile, laugh, gives me goose pimples, ecstacy and bring me tears. See my eyes grew moist and tear drops are ready to drop…
“Then I wanted you to do a visualization for my sake” my self prodded me “just bring back the pleasant memories, love, hate, hatred, anger, jealousy of the first 15 years of your existence in the visualization and we will talk later” my self said in a very soothing voice, took a back seat made me relaxed and enjoy my rebirth comfortably.
My flashback rolls out with out a tortoise mosquito coil, or a cycle wheel spinning as you imagine...
There I was in a small 3 wheel cycle with my hair oiled and combed in a scooter crop, riding the cycle so fast from pillar to pillar of our house with a dryiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnng sound causing enough agony to the inmates of the house shout with horror on my speed. Whether they concerned about my inevitable fall or the damage could have happened to their ankles, toes, butts, food prepared and ready to be served I am not aware. But they were alarmed and that made my dryiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing crescendo to a new decibel level.
My grand fathers’ biggest task every day was to get me ready for the school across the street and every other person in the street could have corrected the time as 8.30 when my siren started negating the school experience like every other child. “haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa iyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyooooooooooooooo vidu vidu vidu " are the only phrases I used from LKG to UKG. My grandpa surely deserved the highest civilian award for bravery and indeed he performed the task of dropping me at school and picking me up, with admirable efficiency for more than 2 years till I got my fondness developed to Geetha Teacher who in turn fond of my cheeks, very cushion like surface to try her slap. Three slaps hard enough, is enough for me to realize she is not of the type who could surrender to my muffings and cryings. The realization along with girl friends of age 3 and above enthused me to embrace… wait wait not the friends but the school life.
“Hold on a minute…will that ever struck to you at that point of time that you become this and you will do this, you love this and you hate this” my self interrupted me and asked.
“Don’t be idiotic” I asked my self “how come a small kid knew he is making mistakes unless it was told to” “See the point. As a child you dint know you were making mistakes but still made it unknowingly. Now you are 40 and still making mistakes knowingly that nullify the fact that you are 40 and you have fully grown and an adult now, isn’t that right? My self asked me smiling after seeing my cheeks and eyes turn red. “Jump to the teen age it is getting late and I don’t want to bore the readers of this blog too” my self mooted.
Khaki half pant ( arai (half ) drawer is a crude word so I stylized it as half pant ) and a white shirt with a cloth bag with a long rope like handle neatly hanged in the middle of the head with bag touched my back and moved up and down massaging my back during my 4 kilometers walk from house to school. Both of my hands are busy as one is with a thooku contained (an aluminium tiffin box with a handle) consisting of rasam saadham, and other with hand in hand with my friend lived near by. My menu never changed too often 5 days in a week I took rasam rice as Saturday and Sunday were holidays I ate the same in a plate that is the only difference.
Lunch time is the time we exchange our eateries as five of us sat together when shared equally we all get a square meal of different varieties with no family aware of as sharing food with others especially other community considered a taboo at our home of which we five are not aware. Jayaraman, kalyanaraman, muralidharan, hafizur rehman, and yours truly are the pancha pandavas in question.
Knowingly or unknowingly I have developed a fondness on studies and never gone below the 5th rank through out my schooling which the other four or opposed to. “daai, it is not right on your part gunda! Play while you play, play while you read is our policy, you are breaking the tradition that cause headaches to us as our parents started pointing towards you and claimed see he is also your friend and roaming with you guys but he outscored you every exams. Who is clever him or you?. Rehman claimed I think this is an insult to you and I cant tolerate my friend get insulted, hafizur rehman declared emphatically.
Knew well of his intentions my answer was always a smile when someone gets angry of me and the habit continuing till day.
“Daai jayamalini, என்னடா உன் நினைப்பு, பாக்கறது ஜெயமாலினி படம். படிக்கறது சிலப்பதிகாரமா? எங்களப் பாத்தா சும்பனுங்க மாறி இருக்கா?
Jayaraman used to call me jayamalini not that I am an ardent jayamalini fan but he loved my thighs and pinching it hard and make my eyes welled with tears was his hobby. You people don’t know how much I craved to reach the 9th standard where the full pants made compulsory. My craving was to save my thighs rather than become manly after wearing the pair of trousers. Incidentally all the five got separated and placed in different sections according to our own skills by the dumb school teachers or dumb is the word described best of us.
How we all missed each other can’t be described and when we five met recently two years back the days of rejoice returned aplenty. With Jayaraman became a hardware shop owner, kalyanaraman became an accountant in a textile shop, Muralidharan became an auto driver, hafizur rehman became a mechanic, me as you all know. However the occupation took a back seat when the 8th standard alumnae assembled. Though our bodies aged we turned 13 on that day.
The last day of our schooling was memorable to me till this moment. We all in SSLC, still in touch, grown from strength to strength or weakness to weakness we don’t know. We all assembled under a neem tree at our mammoth school compound waiting for the mark lists to be given with 2 failed ( names withheld due to various reasons ) 3 passed. I got my mark list and my head started spinning like a giant wheel and took a 800 meet lap shouting hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo as I scored a three digit ( yes centum ) in mathematics and my total percentage is 83 which was double than what the other two passed got. But the strangest thing is the other four also joined me in my victory lap never minded about their own score and their real joy was evident and unadulterated.
ஐயரே சூப்பர்டா! நீயாவது இவ்வளவு மார்க் எடுத்தியே. ரொம்ப சந்தோஷம்டா. We all hugged each other and promised to meet the next year as plus one students while other two prepare for October supplementary.
Fate is too cruel and that was last day we all met and together and it took more than 26 years to join together sans one person and only to realize how education ruined and change all our lives. None of us were spared and had our own share of misfortunes, losses some are irreparable, or irrevocable, full of tearful episodes, nothing but sorrows and sorrows.
“Hey stop it man! Don’t go and delve in that part of life again” my self stopped me from my visualization. “It is better to keep the sorrow in a corner of the heart and start moving. Other wise you will get stuck and become stationary. Let the adversities and sorrows act as a fuel to ignite the fire in the belly and give us enough strength and vitality to move fast, faster and fastest in the competitive scenario” my self advised. “If you have negative qualities like, hate, hatred, anger, jealousy, envy etc channelise all those qualities and pool the collective power and show it in your performance or work” my self told me “I will give it in writing your success cannot be stopped by anyone or any cause if you do this” my self retorted. “ok shall we move to a dangerous path to tread, your personal plus and minus, positives and negatives, good and bad, luck and misfortunes?” my self’s question made me go deep into my thinking once again….
To be continued…
December 16, 1969, 12.10 am the would be assistant regional manager after 40 years of a 13o odd year old publication was born at the stroke in a remote village named UKKARAM in erode district. The irony is his mother was brought straight from a movie hall at the village where she got pains and a 3 mile drive in a bullock cart from movie hall to hospital is more than enough for a normal delivery. I just came into existence where no one was there to rejoice except my maternal uncle, and my grand mother. My father was far away at erode and due to visit the next day. “You got your interest in movies from your birth dear. It is no wonder you are fond of movies till this minute” my self needled me. “You will be surprised to know that your father was also watching a movie at erode at the time of the delivery. Like father like you” my self guffawed.
“Have you ever thought about your real birth and what was your possessions, place of delivery, who was your nurse maid, who was the doctor who helped in giving birth to you, how much pain your mother must of have undergone” my self quipped. “Most of us don’t buddy, so you need not worry about those things. 90 out of 100 people will say no if you asked this question” my self assured. “Those things are seemed small or never mattered to you now, but for those small things you pure existence in the world now, itself become questionable isn’t it.?
“Living a forgettable life is something everyone can do. Dying unforgettable is the thing should everyone crave for but only few could able to attain it is that right?” I asked my self. “Well said man, well said” my self with a pride in its voice. “Now you are slowly entering into the groove. Which part of the life you lived in the past 40 years looked greener to you even now” my self asked me. “The life I lived for the first 15 years” I replied with a tinge of sadness evitable in my tone. Those 15 years of school life still make me smile, laugh, gives me goose pimples, ecstacy and bring me tears. See my eyes grew moist and tear drops are ready to drop…
“Then I wanted you to do a visualization for my sake” my self prodded me “just bring back the pleasant memories, love, hate, hatred, anger, jealousy of the first 15 years of your existence in the visualization and we will talk later” my self said in a very soothing voice, took a back seat made me relaxed and enjoy my rebirth comfortably.
My flashback rolls out with out a tortoise mosquito coil, or a cycle wheel spinning as you imagine...
There I was in a small 3 wheel cycle with my hair oiled and combed in a scooter crop, riding the cycle so fast from pillar to pillar of our house with a dryiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnng sound causing enough agony to the inmates of the house shout with horror on my speed. Whether they concerned about my inevitable fall or the damage could have happened to their ankles, toes, butts, food prepared and ready to be served I am not aware. But they were alarmed and that made my dryiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing crescendo to a new decibel level.
My grand fathers’ biggest task every day was to get me ready for the school across the street and every other person in the street could have corrected the time as 8.30 when my siren started negating the school experience like every other child. “haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa iyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyooooooooooooooo vidu vidu vidu " are the only phrases I used from LKG to UKG. My grandpa surely deserved the highest civilian award for bravery and indeed he performed the task of dropping me at school and picking me up, with admirable efficiency for more than 2 years till I got my fondness developed to Geetha Teacher who in turn fond of my cheeks, very cushion like surface to try her slap. Three slaps hard enough, is enough for me to realize she is not of the type who could surrender to my muffings and cryings. The realization along with girl friends of age 3 and above enthused me to embrace… wait wait not the friends but the school life.
“Hold on a minute…will that ever struck to you at that point of time that you become this and you will do this, you love this and you hate this” my self interrupted me and asked.
“Don’t be idiotic” I asked my self “how come a small kid knew he is making mistakes unless it was told to” “See the point. As a child you dint know you were making mistakes but still made it unknowingly. Now you are 40 and still making mistakes knowingly that nullify the fact that you are 40 and you have fully grown and an adult now, isn’t that right? My self asked me smiling after seeing my cheeks and eyes turn red. “Jump to the teen age it is getting late and I don’t want to bore the readers of this blog too” my self mooted.
Khaki half pant ( arai (half ) drawer is a crude word so I stylized it as half pant ) and a white shirt with a cloth bag with a long rope like handle neatly hanged in the middle of the head with bag touched my back and moved up and down massaging my back during my 4 kilometers walk from house to school. Both of my hands are busy as one is with a thooku contained (an aluminium tiffin box with a handle) consisting of rasam saadham, and other with hand in hand with my friend lived near by. My menu never changed too often 5 days in a week I took rasam rice as Saturday and Sunday were holidays I ate the same in a plate that is the only difference.
Lunch time is the time we exchange our eateries as five of us sat together when shared equally we all get a square meal of different varieties with no family aware of as sharing food with others especially other community considered a taboo at our home of which we five are not aware. Jayaraman, kalyanaraman, muralidharan, hafizur rehman, and yours truly are the pancha pandavas in question.
Knowingly or unknowingly I have developed a fondness on studies and never gone below the 5th rank through out my schooling which the other four or opposed to. “daai, it is not right on your part gunda! Play while you play, play while you read is our policy, you are breaking the tradition that cause headaches to us as our parents started pointing towards you and claimed see he is also your friend and roaming with you guys but he outscored you every exams. Who is clever him or you?. Rehman claimed I think this is an insult to you and I cant tolerate my friend get insulted, hafizur rehman declared emphatically.
Knew well of his intentions my answer was always a smile when someone gets angry of me and the habit continuing till day.
“Daai jayamalini, என்னடா உன் நினைப்பு, பாக்கறது ஜெயமாலினி படம். படிக்கறது சிலப்பதிகாரமா? எங்களப் பாத்தா சும்பனுங்க மாறி இருக்கா?
Jayaraman used to call me jayamalini not that I am an ardent jayamalini fan but he loved my thighs and pinching it hard and make my eyes welled with tears was his hobby. You people don’t know how much I craved to reach the 9th standard where the full pants made compulsory. My craving was to save my thighs rather than become manly after wearing the pair of trousers. Incidentally all the five got separated and placed in different sections according to our own skills by the dumb school teachers or dumb is the word described best of us.
How we all missed each other can’t be described and when we five met recently two years back the days of rejoice returned aplenty. With Jayaraman became a hardware shop owner, kalyanaraman became an accountant in a textile shop, Muralidharan became an auto driver, hafizur rehman became a mechanic, me as you all know. However the occupation took a back seat when the 8th standard alumnae assembled. Though our bodies aged we turned 13 on that day.
The last day of our schooling was memorable to me till this moment. We all in SSLC, still in touch, grown from strength to strength or weakness to weakness we don’t know. We all assembled under a neem tree at our mammoth school compound waiting for the mark lists to be given with 2 failed ( names withheld due to various reasons ) 3 passed. I got my mark list and my head started spinning like a giant wheel and took a 800 meet lap shouting hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo as I scored a three digit ( yes centum ) in mathematics and my total percentage is 83 which was double than what the other two passed got. But the strangest thing is the other four also joined me in my victory lap never minded about their own score and their real joy was evident and unadulterated.
ஐயரே சூப்பர்டா! நீயாவது இவ்வளவு மார்க் எடுத்தியே. ரொம்ப சந்தோஷம்டா. We all hugged each other and promised to meet the next year as plus one students while other two prepare for October supplementary.
Fate is too cruel and that was last day we all met and together and it took more than 26 years to join together sans one person and only to realize how education ruined and change all our lives. None of us were spared and had our own share of misfortunes, losses some are irreparable, or irrevocable, full of tearful episodes, nothing but sorrows and sorrows.
“Hey stop it man! Don’t go and delve in that part of life again” my self stopped me from my visualization. “It is better to keep the sorrow in a corner of the heart and start moving. Other wise you will get stuck and become stationary. Let the adversities and sorrows act as a fuel to ignite the fire in the belly and give us enough strength and vitality to move fast, faster and fastest in the competitive scenario” my self advised. “If you have negative qualities like, hate, hatred, anger, jealousy, envy etc channelise all those qualities and pool the collective power and show it in your performance or work” my self told me “I will give it in writing your success cannot be stopped by anyone or any cause if you do this” my self retorted. “ok shall we move to a dangerous path to tread, your personal plus and minus, positives and negatives, good and bad, luck and misfortunes?” my self’s question made me go deep into my thinking once again….
To be continued…
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