Friday, December 31, 2010

Happy new year!!!


when People say its just another day,
All I mumble is oh poor fellows if only,
For one this beautiful day gives birth to hope,
Hope is bright shining light which keeps darkness at bay,
Hope is gentle cold breeze on a hot summer day,
Another year, another chance
To start our lives anew;
This time we’ll leap old barriers,
To solve the labyrinth - mystifying life,
Each year we resolve with the strongest intent
To be better this year than the last,
But the beauty is our success or failure,
Cant deny us a chance we deserve,
Take time to fall in love all over again,
On the unknown bliss the life has in store,
If it didn't bring us joy just leave it behind,
Let's ring in the new year with good things in mind,
For only one thing resonates far,
That this is a new year,
And its going to be a very happy new year!!!!!!

Enjoy the new year flocks. Wish you all a very happy new year!

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

The ARSENAL


When arsenal play, its always bliss,
No one can keep up with this,
There is no better sight in footy,
Than to get the bounty,
By rolling the ball into the net which is empty,
They have lost in the past,
But never lost the heart,
Seen today again,
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes,
Finally beating their nemesis,
The wounds of long gone defeats partially gone,
The sound of the resurgence,
The courage to fight the might,
And still believe the value of football,
Coached by the Le Proffeseur,
For the speed there is Walcott,
We also have the magic eerie in Nasri,
The Magma in Sagna,
The cunning Jack-al,
The Brut in song,
And an enigmatic Back 5,and a lazy Russian!!
A No 10 Who is a worthy successor of DB10,
And finally the Fantabulous Faby!!!
We'r the Arsenal!! We are the arsenal!!!

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Change

Days are flying around,
Smitten by change and roasted by everything new,
The desire to get back to the tried and tested,
Overshadows what I want to do,
What do I do my god what do I do!
The desire that burnt in me requires a re-ignition,
I know its my day to live,
Oh life is changing so fast,
But why do I want the warmth of the past,
The stoic stable person in me is becoming volatile,
More I see the mirror more I feel the scars of change,
My heart skips the beat,
Gazing into the nothingness for hours together,
Fear clouding my heart, Fear of failure,
Failure to make tomorrow as cherubic as yesterday,
My brain says its wrong, but my heart has turned deaf,
Alas when I think everything is lost,
The capers of the past is so blur,
But behold its a rebirth and not a new birth,
All is not lost as ambers of the past is always young in a happy heart,
The past is the inspiration to make the present merrier,
Fear when frustrated is the ultimate victory,
To fear is human and to make fear, fear is godly,
Clouded by fear, we make tomorrows’ past gloomy,
Losing the war is losing the smile,
Drowned in happiness, we live our day to the fullest
After all it was a change that made the past beautiful.

Friday, December 24, 2010

Oh truthful friend !!!!

The days we played, the moments we cried,
Together we spent all but our breath,
And still you see me with a sore,
The facts you said and never said,
A bit of truth utterly missed,
A mighty heart that is messed,
I am so quiet not because I am polite,
I want to ask you why, but I'm too proud,
I wish that I wasn't so stuck-up,
And would come back to reality,
Days go by and still we talk,
But we just talk,
Remember that we once were friends,
you always told me that I had a voice,
Voice is muted and I cant say I know,
I am no rock still I am no fragile,
I wait in longing the day you would say,
I want that to be today,
Life goes by, not waiting and not wanting,
Oh lord give me the courage to wait,
All I need with you is a mile of solitary walk,
And ask you why?????

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Eternal lust

Beating the snow laying low,
without a pause hearing ma panting heart,
being the beholder of the beauty,
The beauty we can see and feel and never explain,
laying bare with a glow startling the diamonds,
ready to be devoured by this beast,
fuelling the lust in my tender heart,
The perfect curves that a damsel can dream of,
A wonder for my eyes, all for myself,
A kiss that aroused my lips and drove me nuts,
True beauty hidden inside,
A motley of emotions with a silky texture,
Many had dreams about her,
Many have dreams about her,
For I am the most sated as she is only for me,
Only for me only for me,
Oh Masala Dosa I love you!!!

Friday, December 10, 2010

Inspiration


After a gloomy post last time around I have decided to put some fundes on the positives of life. As some one said long back, "necessity is the mother of all inventions", we can rephrase that "inspiration is the mother of our well being". Homo sapiens are inherently good and lazy. Most need something to fire their asses. To be young at heart is nothing but have an undeterred enthusiasm to chase one's dream. As a future engineer its in my nature to see if anything can be implemented practically. Taking a general case of following the traffic rules - People mostly follow traffic rules so that they need:
1) Not pay fine.
2) Not cause havoc on the road.
3) Not be a nuisance to the commuters(I hope a few people can come under this bracket)
4) Last but not least, not die a painful death or worse suffer a excruciating handicap.

So for most of the people one of the 4 above listed "reasons" actually inspire them to follow the traffic rules. There many a times when this inspiration abandons a person making his life redundant. Mind people spend hours and hours with a therapist just to get this inspiration back. So it is my belief that if something really inspires you, makes your heart skip its beat, the sky is the limit for us.

Every one of wants to different. Being the center of attraction actually inspires us to make sure that, people notice that we different. This is a very simple yet convenient way of looking things around us. When you feel that some one is a show off and actually irritates it means we are actually inspired by him/her and in a way jealous that we are not in his/her shoes.

So the gist of the things that I want to say is that we all are capable of finding inspiration from miniscual of things and use it as a stepping stone for mental satisfaction (success!!).

Friday, December 3, 2010

The Truth it is

One 8th into my graduate course, I am hit by a plethora of emotions. The actual fact that I got through without flunking any examination(scary 5 of them mind you!) is a surprise. By god's grace I just about climbed a slippery pole. Looking back at these 3 months in this alien country, I am sort of feeling hollow about myself. I have prided myself being a easy going, intelligent person all along having a pellucid heart. And man how wrong I have been. Last couple of years I have developed a complacent attitude, which if not rectified can have disastrous consequences.

What is the big change. Listing out my random thoughts, one may that the word 'I' has been used atleast once in every sentence. All my thoughts are just focussed and restricted to me. Retrospection has been replaced by a despicable self doubt. 4 years ago college life made me meet a huge number of new people. A campus full of people looked like a world to be conquered. My mind was open and I accepted everyone as they were. But now 3 months on, its like in the middle of a languorous stroll in a dense forest. Comparison, too much retrospection of everything that happening around me, fear of failure, taking studies as a burden rather than enjoying it and last but not least thinking that i am superior to those around me. Hopefully I have woken up in the right time and can streamline my thoughts in the right direction.

This unnecessary self imposed exile from blogging is a good example that I have muddled my focus somewhere in-between. Clarity of mind is a gift very few have. Learning from our own mistakes, is a very important part of the education. Losing our individuality we will never succeed. My god this is turning out to be rehash of the philosophical hush-hush that can easily put us to sleep.

Still there are too many 'I's. What to do this is a post about me, for me and by me. So why am I writing this? Just to understand and accept that I have made a mistake. To see if I have the balls to learn from and rectify my mistakes and be the person that I think I am.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Richard Feynman

There is no words to describe the brilliance of R.Feynman. I am not going to writa a lot about him. Just this link to his Famous and path breaking speech will do. :) Enjoy :)

Saturday, August 21, 2010

My journey to a new land

There have been times when I desperately wanted something to happen, regardless of how it affected the people around me. I always knew while leaving for MS it sure is gonna make my parents emotional and there are very few ways to console them. So it all started at 0430 hrs at the Chennai airport. I waved goodbye to my emotionally drenched parents (Especially mom). Waving goodbye to them, knowing that the chances of meeting them in person is very remote for the next two years, made me mentally weak, though I was looking completely stoic in the outside. I entered the luggage lounge for weighing my luggage and all my grief jus evaporated. I had taken a huge risk by exhausting my package options and the luggage weight overshoot a bit. First time travelling abroad, I sure was tensed and spent the next half juggling the excess luggage between the multiple bags I had and decided with a heavy heart to discard a few things. I was seriously thanking my lucky stars, that three other college mates were flying with me, which reduced my possible “emotional athyachar” significantly. Once I got through the luggage part successfully, I had to do On airport check in and in reality I was very lucky not too have been questioned by the BA officials about my bulging Laptop bag and an incredibly heavy hand baggage ( a monstrous 17 kg ) . I am proud that I filled my bags to maximum possible extent, only missing out on a maximum 100 gms of the allowed Baggage limit. After this point it was like the entire universe was conspiring to help me complete my journey successfully. So we( myself, ashwin, Swami, Anto) checked in, luckily getting seats close to each other in both the flights we were to travel. Next was the immigration check and security check. In between we squeezed out couple of moments to again wave goodbye to our parents. The latter was nothing like what I imagined. The entire process was very smooth and once the security fellow understood that we are students, they did not create much fuss, and the entire process was done with in a flash. Couple of them even wished us luck. The time was around 0730 hrs IST and we had settled in settled in peacefully waiting with relief for or flights. I was very happy to see a couple of my friends remember my exact time of departure and to see their texts wishing me luck for my journey. Special thanks for them. I kept calling my parents at sporadic intervals till I entered the flight.

We Boarded the flight at around 0800 hrs IST. First we passed the business class and the look was very exotic. We settled in comfortably i our seats. While keeping my hand luggage in the over head cabin, I was frightened by one of the BA crew that I might not have a smooth ride during my transit hours because of the shear of volume and the size of it. Not exactly the smooth start I expected, but who cares. They sure are not going to throw off my luggage after travelling 5000 miles to London. I settled into my seat. It was a middle one and I had a foreigner with a funky beard to my right and probably a mallu NRI uncle to my left, who was off to sleep in a flash and slept for incredibly the entire flight journey. The foreigner spoke little English and my interactions with him were limited to odd “thank yous” and “sorrys”. The customary safety precautions and other trivial stuffs took up much of the next half an hour. Over a point I restlessly began to wait for the entertainment (video option) to start and I understood that sitting in the middle is so much pain and mobility is curtailed to a limited amounts of stretches. Once we took off, i was eagerly waiting for movies and food. But man I was disappointed by both. Food was a big letdown. We were served a tasteless masala dosa and equally grotesque Uppuma along 2 different bread varieties with cheese. Only saving grace was the brilliant coffee. The movies section also was disappointing. While they stuck to mostly “English” Hollywood movies, most of the sitcoms were American. So one episode of Simpsons and Big Bang followed by movies like, Butch classidy and the Sundance kid, The Ghost writer, The Boy side, Date Knight and a few other fill ins. After a fairly mundane 10 hours of flight¸ sparkled by free chocolates only, I was rather glad to stretch my legs in one of the best I airports in the word, the sparkling brilliant Londan “the Hethrew”.

Here again we went through an elaborate checking and were pleased to get thru without any hick-ups . The BA guys having butchered 2out of 6 hrs of our transit we sat in the Beautiful BA travelling lounge. Again it was pretty much uneventful. Luckily we got some wifi. Thanks to ashwin we had some food to eat. The airport was damn costly. I did chat with a few friends and also roamed ard the terminal 5 (BA’s home terminal). So after whiling away 3 hours we went to the gate through which we were supposed to leave. Another 20 minutes wait before we entered the flight. It was a very interesting flight as it was supposed to be only for an hour. But inreality we flew just for 40 minutes. We just had time to have snacks. Before we finished those we landed. I was hardly like a flight journey.

Then after we landed in Amsterdam, I was sort of feeling so happy. One reason being able to cut off from all the anxiety of a possible crash and other being getting to a new place and milieu that could light up my semi monotonous life that had numbed me for the past 3 months. The first things I noticed about the Netherlands once stepped into the airport was the noiselessness that had engulfed the entire place. It was not like the place was sparsely crowed, but the people hardly talked to each other. We were about half an hour early and now we had to spend a minimum of 10 hrs in the airport. We got our luggage safe and sound(hopefully :P. I am yet to unpack). Thank god there were four of us. My self and anto ate the chapathis that my mom made with out any side dish :P, while swami and ashwin went for Wifi Hunting. There were no free Wifi on offer. we settled ourselves nicely in a corner and slept on the chair. Ashwin was awake all the night safeguarding our luggage. And finally woke up at around 6. Almost all of us were awake. We brushed and finally set off to buy something. My first expenditure was to buy a cappuccino and an apple. The cost was 1.95 Euros. Man I surely miss the staff canteen :P. The welcome party arrived at sharp eight. We then registered and got our welcome packs. We were ppl with maximum luggage.

Hardly faced with problems, I got my first rude shock when I found out that my accommodation was changed at the last moment. I had never heard of the building that I am going to live. We went to delft in a Bus. Again the journey was short and sweet. I was one of the last persons to get off from the bus as my acco was the furthest from the university. Initially when the delft left there, I had to go to the 5 floor all by myself with 3 trolleys and a laptop bag. Thanks to 2 african students I successfully moved my luggage to mu room. The rooms were way better than the accommodation that I had actually paid for. After conformation from the university that no extra money will be collected, there was sigh of relief. But still I did not have net and had no means for contacting other people. Thanks my host (a student of TU Delft who comes to my room and makes sure I have settled in properly), I contacted the good news of arrival. After 2 days of roaming around delft, meeting new people I now have both internet connection as well as a mobile number. As wise men say, alls well that ends well. Looking forward to Study at TU delft. I will upload photos soon.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Nagesh - The Comedian and more.


In this blog I have written my tributes to the greats of tamil cinema, Sivaji Ganesan and Illayraja. Third in the series is the tribute to one of my favorite actors of all time.

Last year when one Nagesh, the comedian par excellence died, I was not mourning, rather a comedy of his came to mind and I was smiling. This is the charisma of the legendary comedian. He is one of the actors I have seen in person. I saw him in a GURUPOOJA (for going to Sabarimala temple) in chennai. He was humility personified. Ironically The Great Kamal Hasan Reciprocated my thoughts saying,
"The greatness of the man is that even as we are mourning his passing away and crying, you are reminded of some 'Nagesh joke,' which will make you laugh instantly. The only photograph I have in my office is that of him and me. I am such a huge fan."
In spite of having a very crappy personal life, his on screen exploits left the audiences in splits. Mostly self taught, his inspiration was the American actor, Jerry lewis. But most of his quirks were borrowed from daily life instances. The famous climax of the movie "Server sundaram" was inspired by his real life. His biggest regret is that he could not meet his mother in her death bed. The scene in the movie in which as an actor he completes the scene knowing that his mother had died melts the hearts of millions even today.



He was born in Tumkur, Karnataka. Chasing his dream, he came to chennai. There he stayed in a one-room bed-sit at West Mambalam with lyricist Vaali and actor Srikanth. He found a small time job in the Railways and this was not sufficient to keep himself and to feed him three meals a day. He used to work in dramas and also in films in small roles. He got a big break in a Balaji film. But it was director K. Balachandar who gave a turning point in Nagesh's career. He believed that an actor can learn from watching life and it's characters. He often sat in his car in busy roadsides and watched the people on the streets to grasp the mannerisms of people that he would later reproduce on screen.His career spanned several decades, across successive generations of heroes and directors. While there is no doubt about his contribution to comedy, his fans recall his ability to play serious roles evocatively, as in Neer Kumuzhi and Ethir Neechal.



He was widely respected by his contemporaries. Mehmood, once introduced Ngesh to his friends and said ' This is Nagesh the man responsible for my existence as an actor. Everything i know i have learn t it from him' He is close friends with Actors Kamal, Cho Ramaswamy and Manorama (THough after a small difference of opinion they stopped acting together). Nagesh is very well known for his dancing skills. But few know that when he entered the tamil cinema is hardly knew anything about dancing. Choreographer Sundaram once recalled how Nagesh turned from a no dancer to a good dancer in just one movie (Server Sundaram) through his determination and hard work.

No one can portray a character with Inferiority Complex like him. Most of the Comedian actors always make fun of others, or delivering uncouth dialogues, but Nagesh never chose to do that. In his latter years, he portrayed character roles with aplomb. His roles in "Nammavar", "Devar magan", "vassol Raja" proved his worth as an character artist. Eventually his chronic drinking and smoking habits led to his Death. He had notable personal feuds with MGR and "achi" Manoramma.

Sadly he was never recognised with awards by either the state nor central governments. Government should at least posthumously award him a Dada Saheb Palke award and a Padma Shri. Thanks Nagesh Sir for giving us Years of Happiness through your unforgettable roles. What Kannadasan said will fit you perfectly 'nee niranadharamanavan azhivadhillai, endha nilaiyilum unaaku maranamillai'. As expected I will finish this article with a smile in my face.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Expectations from change.


Change is something that we cannot change. A riddle can only engross you until you solve it. As said by many philosophers, life is interesting as long as you dont know what is in store. Like watching a thriller movie. If you watch the climax first, there is no use watching the entire movie as you wont be drawn by the suspense. One thing is certain as we can never be satisfied with what we have and we always yearn to taste success. One of the side effects of developing a purpose and life and pursuing it is discouragement, coming from the difference between having a strong vision and the time it takes to bring it into being.

Discouragement primarily comes from not managing your expectations and thinking things will happen faster than they really are able to. And a close kin of discouragement is fear.You can't wish a change away. Your life would become more engaging and bountiful, when you can let go of your fear.

"Failure is not a single, cataclysmic event. You don't fail overnight.
Instead, failure is a few errors in judgement, repeated every day."
-- Jim Rohn

Fear of failure should act as a constant impetus for our quest of success. Our own experiences can teach us a lot. Introspection allows us to see something that we have overlooked or fear to admit for a long time. There are several psychological theories like the "Butterfly effect", "Murphy's Law". These law show how fragile a man's confidence is and how frightened he is to do something without talking about the results his action could bring to him. A person without doubt is very comfortable in the surroundings in which he grew up. He/She is fostered in a protective shell by parents, teachers, kins so that when we break free we can stand on own. We cannot expect the shielding to protect us long. When we break the shackles and enter the new horizon,

People who are passionate about growing are never afraid of a change. To them change is simply another way of taking charge and living fully. Irrelevant of their positions in life, they know that it is of utmost importance to keep an open mind and be alert in spirit. For nothing in life ever stays the same. See yourself emerging from fear/change wholesome, peaceful and invincible. Feel the joy of being in charge and the triumph of knowing the fear is only a shadow.

Several psychologists have come up with their own theories for controlling fear. But human mind is something that can spring a surprise anytime. For these are the same fear that haunts me. I really hope I along with a host of my batchmates travel a long distance with the hope that we can be successful and I really hope we can overcome the impediments, fears and achieve our goals.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Pride.

hey guys this is the first of hopefully many short stories that i plan to publish in this blog. read them and enjoy.

A car strolled majestically and stopped near the corner. A handsome young man got down and approached me. He politely asked me,”Good Morning Sir! Do you remember me?” I was taken aback. When most of my former students come to visit me, they would either be in high school or college, but never a young man at his prime. I couldn’t recognize him as I have taught umpteen number of students over the past 30 years. “Sorry son, pardon me. I don’t remember you.” “Sir, I am Maasilamani. You were my class teacher in class 8.. You were my social science teacher then. I am the fellow who hoisted the flag from the garbage. “ And like a flash I could remember that incident.

It was in the spring of 93. A boy was going to school. I could recognize him as one of my students who was not that bright and was an introvert. Out of nowhere he went to the garbage heap that was lying along the road side and it seemed to me that he was trying to find something. He took out a dirty bit of cloth form there and was dusting it. It took me more than an instant to understand that he had taken a disposed national flag from the rags. He took it to the flag post round the corner which hosted a political party flag. He removed the flag and hoisted the national flag with a pride that only a true patriot can feel.

“Oh yes, I do remember you. How are you ad what are you doing now? “ He responded “ I own a small IT outsourcing company.” I was bit surprised as I did not except a leader out of him. He continued, ” If you could remember I was not a charismatic student. I was very low on self confidence and it was only because of you that I have become a success in my life. “ I was elated, but had no clue how I had changed exponentially improved the esteem of a person without my knowledge.

Seeing my confusion, the boy continued.” When I had hoisted the flag, that very day in the class you had in front of all the students said about what I had done and add to that asked the entire class to give a standing ovation. For the first time in my life a teacher had addressed me in the class and I was the center of things happening in the class. That incident had a life changing effect in me. My self belief grew and I began to feel confident about myself. And that was the focal point of success in my life. As a token of gratitude I had bought this Parker pen for you. “

Saying so he extended the pen for me to accept. But this was more special. I had accomplished what every teacher dreams to achieve. There can be no greater award for me. I wished him good luck and continued on. I felt as if I was floating through my path. With the pen in my pocket glowing with pride I entered the class full of buds awaiting fresh sun rays.

SRIRAM

Monday, July 26, 2010

Thillalangadi - Movie Review



I am a movie buff. I love watching movies that are entertaining at the same makes you think a little bit. So when I entered this movie, my expectations were almost zilch. The track record of the most original copy-cats (The brothers Raja- Ravi's 5ht remake from gult flicks.) of tamil cinema has been simply awesome. They are yet to taste sour grapes. The movies they selected for remakes have also been very sensible. But for once they have erred. This is an inspired scene to scene remake of the telugu movie "kick" by Ravi teja. This movie is devoid of all the basic logic. Normally, Raja is very careful about the remakes he chooses for Ravi, as he knows his brother’s pluses and minuses, like the back of his hand. However this is the weakest film of the brothers to date.

Story is as dumb as a person with an IQ of 30. A guy and girl meet in the train to discuss abt their possible nuptial bond. They talk abt their life. (Possibly the dumbest ever dialogues you could ever hear in a movie.) They as usual tlk aout the same person. For nisha (Tammanna ) he was an eccentric lover who broke her heart. And for Krishna kumar (Poor Shaam ) its a con man whom he is not able to catch not becas shaam is incompetent or Krishana (Jayam Ravi ) is ET, its because our protagonist is hero and the writer wanted him to win :P. They decide to marry each other.

And as usual our super hero ends up in Malaysia, where the crap had been happening. And this hero is the nth portrayal of Robin hood, n tending to infinity wins back his gal and finally ends up being a cop. U are confused. U are sure to be. To be entirely honest, we don’t quite understand what the film was trying to say in the first place. Is the hero justified by his activities for the simple reason that he does it for the kick of it? Ok, you want to establish the hero as a Robin Hood who robs from rich politicians and help poor children in need of medical attention. Nothing wrong in it, but make it a little more convincing. The humour is ordinary, and the climax heist that the hero attempts is the most embarrassing one you can remember in recent times.

There is a huge cast in this movie. and the only person who makes this watchable is Mansoor ali khan as the inspector. His sequences are truely hilarious. Vadivelu is at his irritating best, while poor santhanam and shaam have no clue what they are doing!. Ravi has tried hard. But every time he says kick, u feel that he deserves a hard punch right in his nose. Tammana with every passing film has opted to reduce the surface area of her dress. At this rate she would be a baywatch star by her 30th film. Other than being eye candy she is useless. Also for three hours it tests ur patience.

But on the positive side the comedy is good in the first half. Not sure why stalwarts like Prabu and suhasini accepted to do their roles. But I do have a feeling, whether this movie can be treated a spoof movie? If so its a better spoof than "Tamil Padam" . Songs are Terrible. Length is a yawning 3 hours. Man its a movie I would rate as 1/5 just for mansoor ali khan.

Monday, July 19, 2010

An Ode Of Respect to the mastreo




There was a time when I never listened to any sort of music. Every time I watched a movie and a song came, I invariably used to change channels. I somehow never understood the need of songs. I went to music class for 5 years. They say if you are trained in something at a very young age, you master it. But even the most trivial of the adages have exceptions and I sure was one. I went to music classes only to enjoy the play after classes. Testimony to that was I was still in Varnam ( something similar to II level in learning the carnatic music to which people graduate in about 8 months :P) after 5 years of torturing 2 different music teachers. So what made a Gyanasuniam (devoid of a scent of talent) a good listener. There was this song from the film jhonny. "En Vaniley" a beautiful song of a genre I dont know, but with such soulful music , coupled with a soulful voice of Jency (she sang only ard 20 songs),made me listen to a full song in a movie for the first time.U can also listen it here. And it was a different sensation all together. An experience that all of us have gone through and I, for the first time :).

It was composed by my all time favorite composer, the ascetic Illayraja. I wanted to write about him for a long time. I was actually afraid that whatever I write would never befit a man of such herculean persona and musical talent. I can never appreciate the nuances of his musical brilliance. But I had to write whatever I felt about him. Every known emotion to me is associated with a raaja song. It has been just a previlage to be his fan. One of the best things to come out of his music is that I started enjoying my solitude. Leave me to my raaja collection and I can live through worst of times with ease.  For me raaja is just synonyms with music and emotions.

 He is one of the few who comes from a back ground that is different from music. He hails from a family of communists. Once in an interview, SPB had told about how he and illayraja had struggled in their formative years. Like any other musician of his era, he was overshadowed by the shear brilliance of his contemporary MS Vishwanathan, another legendary composer. But instead of waiting for his big breaks, he used his time to to learn about music. He studied western music in the Madras Music college. He also worked as assistant to many music directors through out India. He got his big break courtesy the producer Panchu Arunachalam. And as they say the rest is history.

So what is different in illayraaja that makes him unique? His humility. His dedication to work.  For composing music to any movie, he makes sure that he listens to the entire plot before composing. Another brilliant aspect of his music is the importance he gives to the lyrics. His combo with lyricist vaali is electric. Its sad that nowadays there are very few nowadays who give importance to lyrics. For those who are interested how the combo works, you can listen to a track in "Oru naan oru kanavu" on how the duo came up with the composition and lyrics for the song, "Kaartril varum geetham". Another testimony of the importance he gives to lyrics is the movie "Bommu Kutti Ammavuku". "Uyire Uyirin" song from that movie could compared with the very best of international music. Another one is "kalyana malai" from "puthuthu puthu arthangal". And the list is quite a huge one.

Yes he does have his own negatives. Like sticking to a small group singers, Not venturing out of his comfort zone and doing many solo albums etc. Like many others he has also copied a few songs. Like "kanavu kanum vazkai" was from "Kasme vaade pyar" or the famous "Neer Veezhchi Thee Mootudhae" is used multiple number of times over 10 yrs. Also the Mouna Ragam BGM is inspired from "love theme" by Georgio Moroder.

He is a very private person who rarely interacts with the media. He has admitted that he was an atheist to begin with later to become a staunch believer in his latter years. In one of his recent interviews, he was quizzed what thinks about the new trend of songs that are being dished out! His retorted back saying that if he feels that the new trend is bad and not good, his mind is obsolete and he has no right to compete. His admiration of MSV is well documented. Here is an extract from the Hindu, on the evening when MSV was honored. I cam across a very rare interview of illayraja with the frontline that I am sharing. What ever I write would never suffice a complete testimony. But for me he is someone who made me a good music listener and opened up a whole new world for me to cherish. The Debates like MSV vs Illayraja, Illayraaja vs ARR are all futile and all are great composers. We are lucky to have been contemporaries to them.





Sunday, July 18, 2010

The Girl/lady in the pink nite pant.

Our eclectic group of friends and former classmates went to a movie. Being a small town movie theater, there was hardly the comfort and the exorbitance of a metro multi-plex. But that is compensated by the fact that you invariably see one of your long lost friends there every time you visit. Yesterday night we went to a movie 'Madrasapattinam'. It was an ok movie at best with blistering art and camera work and a petty story. So we went for the night show. We were one the first people to enter the cinema hall. I stood in the queue waiting for the my turn to get the tickets. Since I had a few friends with me it was good time pass. We were just making random comments and enjoying the moment. As it was looking like another normal night in the theater, everything was about to change. The night was made momentous by the entry of someone whom I had never seen before.

Wearing a nice white T-shirt, a pink night dress a combination that I would have instantly linked to ramarajan, ( a legendary tamil actor known for him atrocious on screen color combinations, something like bright green shirts and golden bottoms!! somebody match that!!!! ) and crack a sarcastic pj. But today I was simply awed by what she was draped in! I was disappointed that there are separate queues for males and females. She walked closer and closer and stood in the not so crowded line. Initially I did not see anybody with her. But I knew for sure that no girl in neyveli would would come alone to the theater that too for the night show. She was no extraordinary beauty, but had the elegance to captivate the beholders. I was talking to a friend who was standing next to me, but my yearning to catch a sight of her. Songs like "aval apadi onrum azhagilai and "khudha jaane" we begining to ring inside my head. I was paying great attention to what she was doing. I was keenly observing each of her movements, her mood as well as her body language. For once I felt like Ridley Scot.

Just as I was enjoying the picturesque sight in front of me, people started leaving the hall from the previous show. The ticket counter situated in the entrance, was the first place where the commotion hit after people a few happy and a few frustrated descended the steps and started moving to the adjacent vehicle stand. I was badly cursing those who were blocking my view though only momentarily. I wanted no one to disturb me. There are few things that u can ill afford to miss. And for me she was one.

But alas tragedy struck finally (as usual). I found sindhur in her scalp, in between two combed parts of her hair locks. The way usually married women keep in our place. For a moment I was dumbfounded. I could not believe my eyes. I checked and rechecked, once, twice and I dont know how many times. I saw a hefty man coming and holding her hands, after she got the tickets. They happily chatting went inside unaware that a heart had been broken. Knock out punch done and dusted. Why should all the girls I like be out of my reach? Why on earth this women so beautiful marry so soon. Why did that ********* marry her so soon!! From khudha janne it was "You are beautiful" by James Blunt ringing in my mind now. What a transformation!

My shoulders drooped, my poise dashed. I found couple of my friends standing next to me sharing the same feeling. We all so hoped that we would be competitors only to find that we had been disqualified even before the competition began.

As we were in the nadir of our disappointment, suddenly it was spring time again. It was once again time for khuda jaane. Another beauty in a green-white chuddidar was walking right in front of us. Remorse was rejoice now. Only we were unaware that we for long have been part of a never ending vicious circle.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

My new Suit

I was a fascinating couple of days. Nice bit of travel. Had my license to enter a new country sanctioned. But to crown everything, I bought my first suit. Long back I decided to buy one iff I Buy it with my own earnings. But man the the lure of getting it (at 70% discount) one won over me in no time. It has been my dream the own one. Atleast the when I wear my suit, it will be mine. Right from my teens, it was a fascination for me to wear one and every time I see one of my favorite actors scorching (:P seriously) with a suit, I just let my imagination do all the talking. The grace that it brings to your personality is just amazing. I entered the Brand Factory at Matharalli in Bangalore. Its one of the biggest showrooms that I have visited. I have always prided myself in making very swift shopping. But once I entered there I knew its gonna be one long evening(I almost missed my bus). My size 44 spoilt some fun. I had very few designs to choose from. Pity that connoisseur like me had very few to choose from. Even the salesman understood my enthu and patiently was commenting on my petty remarks. It was the first time I took an hour to buy something. But when I made my final choice, I was very happy.

My new pet is black in colour, with slight glodish wide stripes that blends into the black perfectly. The moment I wore it, I knew that I had sated my long standing lust. The sleek stitches, perfect fit and just my love for those kind of dresses excited me very much. A timeless addition to any stylish man's wardrobe, these great attires are beautiful, timeless, and absolutely elegant. The matching trouser simply made me feel incredible. Its something that will never go out of fashion. It made me look very mature. Man I pray I had a good digital camera. So all my friends who are earning, i think you must have got the clue by now. My birthday is round the corner :P.

First time I really noticed the blazers/suit was when sachin wore one in Sir Don Bradman's greatest XI. Shadowing his youthful charm, he looked a man. Like every other Indian, I have adored him through out my childhood, like getting the same MRF at and many other quirks that I can imitate. But the moment I looked at him along with those cricketing greats, he sure did not look out of place. And I respected him a notch higher. Also there are many famous characters that has constantly reminded me of the appeal of this attire. Like the Sean Connery of Dr.No or Marlon rando of the godfather or the gracious Liam nieson of the Schindler's list or our own amithab ji in KBC all these and many more have just invigorated my lust for possessing one.

For me the coats/blazers/suits/tuxedos all mean the same. There could be subtle differences between them that I dont know and dont care to know. All I know at this moment I am loving mine. but the next set I will buy is only when I earn. I am just waiting patiently to wear it on some formal occasion. And I sure will enjoy and treasure that moment.

Friday, July 9, 2010

The writer's block


The other day I was reading a few pages from the Oscar wild Classic "The picture of dorian Gray". After reading just a couple of pages I realized my language was nothing compared to his. His mastery of the English language is simply unbelievable. I sighed, I should have read this before my GRE EXAM!!!! The inferiority complex sunk in after reading this classic. Add to that I got a realistic criticism after my last post.(negative ofcourse!) So I was seriously wondering whether I should write more and bore others. I was teemed with a plethora of nonsense to write about rather once again crib about. Every time I took a topic I was not sure if I could do justice to the topic I choose. Being pretty much pragmatic, I wanted to dig deep and assess myself and find out what had gone berserk and brought inside me a fear that suddenly I had no teeth to face. I have had something faithful readers of my blog, mostly thrust upon by me. So a question started lingering - SHOULD I WRITE AND ASK OTHERS READ? Thats when I realised I have just had a writer's block!! What the heck, break the block by writing about the block.

Everyone is a coward from inside. The fear of death is something we all have and fight to polish off. We look up to idols like Mandela, Eastwood to push ourselves and keep fighting till the very end. The brave are those who can rush aside the fear and chase their dreams.Writer's block is something not so dissimilar. It basically arises because we compare ourselves to some great legend and think that we are no match to him or some other petty reason that will make us look creatively impotent. There can never be dearth of ideas. Our mind is the most picturesque of locations you can ever visit. The thought that someone reading our writing and criticizing/ not liking can tarnish our thought process to the extent that we in a moment travel from Kashmir to the Thar desert.

In fact, don’t be hard on yourself at all while writing. Anna Quindlin wrote, “People have writer’s block not because they can’t write, but because they despair of writing eloquently.” Turn the critical brain off. We have many clichéd movies that are made in our country that are arise from a single line story and are decorated to the extent that we have 3 wonderful hours. Other reason could be our lack of expertise in the language. It is believed that limited vocabulary acts as a very big impediment in effectively communicating our thoughts. But again we should realise that we should have our limitations but also our strengths.Look at what you’re writing and why. Are you writing what you love, or what you think you should be writing? The writing that feels most like play will end up delighting you the most, and this is the writing your readers will instinctively connect with. At the end of the day, writing is too hard to do it for any other reason. If you continue to touch base with the joy you first felt in writing, it will sustain you, not only through your current block, but through whatever the future holds.

How do you overcome this fear? Simply by writing more and reading more. There is never a better medicine. You can play with the language and write poems. If you are not able to, you can just join a subject and predicate and finish a sentence. As simple as that. Always compare with yourself only. Every time you write, you must have a satisfaction that you have evolved and you are now able to connect with those who read in a better way. Surely there will be someone who can connect with what you are trying to say. Writing is a way of expressing yourself, waking up a trait in you that already exits and is dormant. Not necessarily everybody is comfortable with writing. They have different ways of expressing themselves. Obviously writers' block comes only for people who like to write :P.

Writing helps you share your small joys and sorrows with many, some of whom we might never meet in person. We always have a part of ourselves in what we write. With the advent of the modern technology and advances in communication the concept of 'pen-pal' has become obsolete. But we have a 'blog-pal' or a 'email-pal'. We should also change with time. After all at the end of the day we should just enjoy what we are doing and if we enjoy and really like writing nothing should stop us. Writer's lock is one of many manifestations of our fear of failure. But if you get one, dont worry. because when you over come it, you will experience the purest form of a feelong called "Happiness".

Sunday, July 4, 2010

With great power comes great responsibility!

There are many apparent truths that hits us hard when we hear it spoken by our favorite reel life characters. The dark knight had innumerable such quotes uttered by the Batman and more by the antagonist Joker! But another quote that had affected me a lot was the one by uncle Ben to Peter Paker in the Spider man movie/comics.( I credit the title to Stan lee). When I heard it first, I sought to disagree with the statement. This was because i had a strong feeling that if I were true to myself and did no harm to others, I would have trouble. I used to undermine the importance of a regulatory system. But when I entered the real world no more protected by the safety hood of my parents, gosh I learnt the bitter learn. With great power comes not only great responsibility but also an attitude.

What happens when individuals have great power who mis-use that power? Corruption, disregard for human rights, criminal acts of war, genocide, destruction of ethnic cultures and races of humans, oppression, enslavement, disregard for the law, acts of injustice, cruelty, greed.

If these things are not enough to demand that those who are in power be held accountable, what then will it take for you to understand? Perhaps, if the secret police showed up on YOUR doorstep and dragged YOU away to a concentration camp where you were tortured, beaten, enslaved, starved and worked to death, maybe you would understand then why those with great power must use it responsibly.

The irresponsible use of power, is the single greatest source of human suffering in the world, the greatest source of CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY itself. Power must always be checked against itself with a counterbalance. For every action, there must be an equal and opposite reaction. That is why the Govt of India has multiple sublayers and power distributed so that all the power cannot be exclusively held by one individual or group of individuals. The entire idea is to check, unchecked power. No single person or group has ultimate priviledge. This is to prevent the establishment of dictators, tyrants and kings who are the historical criminals who abuse power.

But after all what can I do? I am just an arm chair critic who can do nothing but flow along with the system as if I am shouting with my hands behind my head, "do whatever you want to do, Just leave my life alone". The angry young man thing that is portrayed in the movies are all crap. The young men like me have to no stomach the truth, to dip in the system and clean the weeds. After all we are the future, this country eagerly awaits to explode and make something happen. But all I can hope is, show some prudence when we are in a position of power.

Friday, July 2, 2010

The Religion called sports!


Having watched the Brazil-holland game, I am writing this post. The unknown quantity that sports is, the feeling, the passion, the adrenaline, the camaraderie, wow is for all for us experience. As a small kid, I used to play hours together, not worrying about what is in store for the day. Every time you play what ever game it may be, at whatever level it may be, it just sweeps you off your feet. Entertainment is all personified when we spend hours unaware that time is fleeting all along. I have personally seen eclectic groups being formed based on only the passion of sports forgetting their multitude of differences. Its the primal instinct of a human to do something that makes him forget the passing of time and sports is certainly something that helps him accomplish this. Even when you are in the Nadir of your gloom, you see your favorite team win something, or you win something personally, you simply forget the morose part of you. The passion that any sport imparts is unbelievable. You can vent out your emotions in your quest to win by just pushing you to the limit and do not make others feel the side effects of your emotion. The sportsmanship you develop, will be an invaluable attribute for you day today existence.

The scenes in my hostel after Sachin 'THE GOD' Tendulkar scored the first double century was simply unbelievable. Ppl did not know who were standing next to them they simply starting hugging each other. There were almost 150 people in a 10*40 room watching the proceedings from every corner of the room, literally. Also who can forget the way the security personals celebrated with everyone at the EDEN GARDENS after India came back from following on to beat the Aussies. Cricket is the most followed game in my country. It has also been used as a bridge in the ongoing peace talks between India and Pakistan. I am sure many people wont know who their constituency's MP is, but wil instantly worship Scahin. Its not only my country, but through out the world. Think of Brazil and and it football crazy nation, US and Basketball, China and all sports :P, and the list is enormous. Sports like music is a universal language that could be understood by everyone.

Just think how Steven Gerrard would have been feeling after scoring that scorcher against olympiakos. Its a feeling worth living for. There are many rags to riches stories in sports and they inspire the people more than any other source. Sports has often lifted the sagging spirits of nations. Ethiopia for example with a 70 % malnourished population, has won maximum number of golds in the olympic games for athletics. Its economy is in the verge of obliteration. Sports sure lifts its spirits. Nobody personifies it better than Haile Gebrselassie, the champion long distance runner who ruled the 5000 and 10000 meters for a good part of 2 decades. Even now after retirement from Olympic games, he is dominating the Marathon circle. Lance Amstrong has inspired many in their fight against the cancer. There are many more inspiring sports personalities. And also every coin has two sides. Lets just concentrate on the positives here. And the way Nelson Mandela used sports (Rugby world cup 1995) to avert a major civil discontent and mend the ties between ethnically volatile people should serve as an invaluable precedent for the politicians through out the world.

So what if you don't have the ability/skill to play at a professional level! You need not build the Taj Mahal to enjoy it. You will always find people with similar skill sets, to play the game if you want to. Winning or losing is immaterial. But what saddens me is the way sports is being turned into a business. When the people in power make a mockery of the the faithful fan following, it does hurt. So just respect the spirit of the game whatever it may be. After all when we are good and make the right choices, we are called 'SPORTive'. I think the most apt way to end this article is with Mandela's message for the FIFA World cup 2010 at South Africa. "The generosity of human spirit can overcome all adversity. Through compassion and caring, we create ... HOPE". And no better way to do it than being SPORT-ive.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

What is creativity?



In the recent times I have seen 3 movies that made me think about the question! what is creativity. The movies I am talking about are Wake up sid, Rock on, Three Idiots. The media and movies have created an image that a creative person is one who has very long curls,(trying to copy einstien) has a rugged look with a rustic beard, or a frenchie, wears odd looking spectacles, is either a painter, sculptor, dancer, stylist or a movie director, keeps blabbering sense on every issue etc etc. For example the protagonist sid in the movie hates wearing formals, thinks that going to his dad's office which is into the production of bathroom accessories is very boring and not even worth a BMW. So he ends up as a photographer enjoying the sceneries and works with a bunch of "different" people who publish a very high class time pass magazine with rich photographs in it. They do all this for me to say that - "yes this useless fellow is very sensitive and creative". So his father played by brilliant Anupam kher is a big fat loser who zipped his creative serum only to build what? A useless boring business empire. Come on give a break.

And in Rock on our hero whose life is made redundant by a fat paying investment banker job rediscovers himself by taking up his passion! Music. That lets him trigger the his brain and look people as people. And he understands his supportive wife prachi only when he was "CREATIVE". In 3 Idiots, our wangudu/rancho is termed very creative. Finally an engineer has come in that category :), but after what? 400 PATENTS!. My question is how do you quantify a person as creative? Say I am writing this parody on some of the cult classic movies. I am basically a engineer who s still studying. Mind you for the creative geniuses engineering is one of the most boring things to do. How can I be creative? or am I creative? Will people just about include me in that list as I vent out my creative vacuum in this blog? Load of bullshit.

Creativity raises out of how we think. This lists out the characteristics of the creative person. So my question is can a common man with limited skill set clouded by lust and materialistic needs be creative? Yes ofcourse. We can be creative in every walk of life. Creativity is the bringing into being of something which did not exist before, either as a product, a process or a thought.In fact, we are all creative every day because we are constantly changing the ideas which we hold about the world about us. Creativity does not have to be about developing something new to the world, it is more to do with developing something new to ourselves. When we change ourselves, the world changes with us, both in the way that the world is affected by our changed actions and in the changed way that we experience the world.
Our mind is a canvass that is never ending. Use it to make your day today happenings interesting. If you are creative, do something different, however minuscule it is, you have a sense of satisfaction that cannot be put in words. Like solving a sudoku, use a small innovation to reduce ur mom's work in kitchen, making a person laugh in the most dolorous of situations and many more small things.But doing that you will never come in this list . But who cares? We have sated our hunger for innovation. thats it.
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Our life in earth is very special. We have a brilliant processing unit inside our skull that works non stop. So don't worry if you are not as brilliant as rancho, cant understand physics as good as Einstien, as eloquent as Obama, free spirit like Richard Branson, suck @painting, no so good vocabulary, you dont look as stunning as ash or hrithik, still we can be as creative as da vinci in our own way. Only down side is others cant realize that. But who the heck cares? Our "mona lisa" is totally different from his!

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

The girth of Education!


The expectation of every human being is to be successful. From a very young age, we (at least the indian students) are nurtured to become successful picking up a profession that s widely regarded and gives fast track success. So what is education really for? To get a job with a fat pay? I wont be a saint and say no. To a certain extent the answer is yes. I have njoyed being a student for the last 18 years with zero responsibility. We are in a materialistic world and in this modern world we need to sell ourselves. So going into a school/college are we really educated?

Education is a life long process. You keep learning new things every second. The schooling and college education helps us to streamline ourselves to keep the learning process going till we perish. As a novice, a raw diamond we enter school. Its one of the most beautiful and essential part of the development of ones' personality. Every time I cross the road I still remember the lessons that I learnt in my II Std. "Look to your right, then left and again to your right, make sure there are no vehicles and then cross the road". Also you get you learn most of your social sense there. All the subjects equally equip you to become a strong individual. I have had fascinating debates with my friends about the why we are studying history or civics. I agree that we want only science and math for getting into a good college and subsequently to get a good job if you take science stream. (I am specifically ignoring other streams because most of the people want engineering/medicine. For others you surely need history and civics. So I am taking about science/math stream people.) Wihout knowing basics like Habeus Corpus, one cannot be a socially conscious person. Knowledge is wealth and we should never limit ourselves.

Next I come to the important point of MARKS, the nemesis for most of us leaving a small percentage of toppers. The number game that is as important as salt is to the food. Our percentages in 10th, 12th and college act as a stepping stone to our success. That dosent mean that those who score less will have a dearth of opportunities. It is just a measure of how you thrive in a system. How you respond to a particular type of competitive framework. Many just use this to do a basic profiling on you. Rather it helps in creating a good first impression. Again the first step in education is to understand that every person in this world is unique and will thrive in a particular environment. When we educate ourselves to be versatile in multitude of challenging situations we become successful. Again Let us not become philosophical and say success varies from person to person and it depends on how they understand that. I am talking about an ordinary common man and not about extraordinaries. And if some one says he is not behind success (other than kung suk wangudu) he is either insane or has a huge ancestral wealth that he is unable to burn out.

Education is much more than the technical prowess that we attain. It helps us change the outlook towards life. It helps us understand our strengths and not to rood over our weaknesses. A truly educated man is fearless, humble, sees both success and failure in the same light, earns respect of friends and foes alike, respects other people, and many more awesome virtues. So nobody is truely learned. Perhaps Lord Ram from the mythology is an example. So do we really get such virtues by going through the grueling process of the indian education system? We have some brilliant colleges, some of the best schools in the world, still our litracy level is not inversely proportional to the crime rate or to put it in a better way the summation of not so good things happening in the society. Education has failed to eradicate superstitions, social evils etc, etc. Educated people hardly come for voting. And a fresh graduate is not ready for anything but attend some company's training.

So other than helping us get fat pays and to a certain extent meaning less degrees, education should help us face all the tricky situations with a stoic mind. As william Durant says

Education is a progressive discovery of our own ignorance.


So let us strive continuously to learn, use what ever education system we have to improve our personality. After all things in the pages of real life is more important and teach us more than the knowledge in the books.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Sivaji Ganesan - The colossus of Tamil Cinema


Having seen the Tamil conference being conducted, I want to write my thoughts about the person who made the best impression on me about tamil. With out any doubt he has the best dialogue delivery among all the actors I have seen. Prob Morgan Free man will come close. He is my father's favorite actor and was one the main reason I was attracted to cinema. His portrayal of 9 different characters in Navarathri was some thing special. I have grown up seeing many of his movies. Its none other than Legend Siavji Ganesan.

I am most careful when I mention "the best actor in Tamil film". Though it would be Sivaji in my book, I can't decide for anyone else who it was, or will ever be. Fans are torn between the realistic portrayal of Kamal and his peers, and Sivaji and performers at the time of his peak. There are those who dismiss the stage-like exaggerated performance so abundant in Tamil cinema before the eighties, while there are just as many (probably more) who revere it. The latter will appreciate Sivaji (unless they are still two bickering blocks, another being the backers of MGR), while the former are quite in unity (some grudgingly so) in admitting about Kamal Hassan's superior performance.

There used to be a time when Sivaji's name was associated with overacting. Here was his reaction to it:

"What is acting? It means doing something that is not natural. So then where is the question of overacting? When your mother dies, what do you do? You shout Amma and cry, don't you? Your instant reaction is to cry out loud. Not sit quietly covering your eyes with your hands. That's exactly what I do in my films."


Overacting has been one thing that the legend of Tamil cinema has been often accused of. Even you might have heard such a thing from someone or might have even thought so yourself. It is not really surprising that many of today’s youngsters and those accustomed to new age cinema find Sivaji Ganesan as one who went overboard with his expressions. It is a classical example of the generation gap, the present not being able to digest or accept what was considered great in the past. There can be no two opinions about the fact that Chevalier Sivaji Ganesan is a legend. But there are many who see chinks in that legacy. I believe it is a case of not being able to understand the great man and the times that he was part of.

Coming from a theater background (he acquired the title Sivaji from theater), expressing in a very pronounced manner came naturally to him. Being subtle was not the flavor of those days and if you watch cinema of the early Sivaji era, you will see that what many call overacting now was the norm in those days. Cinema had not evolved enough to accommodate subtle expressions.

The greatness of Sivaji Ganesan comes to light when we look at the range of roles that he has done in his career and the range of styles that he adopted in each of his movies. Not many actors of our times have shown the courage that he has. To do a full fledged hateful negative role while you are still a leading hero takes a lot of confidence and Sivaji Ganesan showed that in Andha Naal. Actors of our times have shown a liking to the negative role, but not the totally despicable type. Even if they have, they have also chosen to have the security of playing a double role with one character being a do-gooder. Andha Naal had Sivaji Ganesan as a completely unscrupulous person who would not even stop short of treason to make money. His detractors (though few and oblivious of his greatness) should take a look at this performance. They also should take a look at Uthama Puthiran where one can see upon close observation, a striking similarity to Rajnikanth’s famous brisk walk.

And if any of you still doubt whether the great man was overdoing it, then take a look at some of his films in the 90s. Cinema had evolved and he had understood the change. His performance in Thevar Magan must count as one of the finest in Tamil cinema, please go back and see the scene where he and Kamal Haasan talk in the courtyard, discussing about the hotel that Kamal proposes to build in the city. Such performances can come only from an actor of brilliance of the highest order, only a true genius can adjust to changing times and Sivaji Ganesan was one. Kamal Had stated With out Sivaji it would have been just Magan and not Devar Magan.

Once the famous journalist and cartoonist Madan was asked, ‘Who is the better actor, Marlon Brando or Sivaji Ganesan?’ He said, ‘Marlon Brando is an actor who delivers to perfection what the director asks of him but Sivaji Ganesan used to do more than just that, he used to analyze and add to the character and performance. So, Sivaji is greater.' Do we need to say more? Another interesting fact is that in a survey conducted long back it was found that Sivaji Ganesan had a greater female fan following than the great M.G.R. Not because he always did emotional family subjects, but because they liked his style. If anyone still feels that the great man did more than what was required of him, then they are in the clutches of ignorance. Perceptions change with time. What was right then need not necessarily be right now and what we celebrate as acts of genius today may be ridiculed upon tomorrow. Wonder how youngsters thirty years from now will react to the patent star mannerisms, intro songs and one liners that we enjoy so much at present. The greatness of Sivaji Ganesan must never be subject to scrutiny. Seldom do men like him grace the screen.

Jobless writing


I woke up in the morning and went for a jog. My tryst with the nature is very minimal, only time I enjoy the lush green surrounding (NITT was pretty much barren!!!!!!!!!! Though Neyveli is very green I dont go out that much) is when I used to go home from trichy. So seeing how a cow goes about doing its chores can teach us a lot. Its hardly bothered about what the surrounding thinks of it. It goes about doing it work!! But I believe most of us dont loose our peace of mind thinking about how the people would react to our behavior and actions.

So getting back to the basic question of what helps a living thing so trivial and paradoxically powerful like a human being become successful in his own right? Can someone crib that deep was not successful as he could not afford palatial extravagance? SO one’s own perspective determines what success or failure is! But unlike our good friend cow, we tend to forget what our perspective and need is, anxious to sate the hackneyed perception of people around us.

To do what you love to is a virtue. A life insurance ad puts it very nicely. You think about your parents in the ur first 20 years, then about ur spouse and children and its around 60+ when a person is actually free to do what he wants, but by then his body fails to respond to him. But then we cant take them outta our life also. So getting a fine balance between satisfaction and responsibility is very important. Our education system should aim at achieving this.

Doing simple things the right way gives you immense satisfaction, not vicarious. Again the simple things’ definition varies from person to person. For me learning to tie a Tie gave great satisfaction. This passage could be haphazard in construction but has the heart at the right place. It is a belief that as a person you mature a lot as time goes by. But according to me with age you lose the instinct to experiment and try to put in obsolete logic to petty situations. Youth is not in your physic but in your mind. I have seen very young people at 60 and old retards at 20.

Also simple belief that you can do things irrespective of circumstances and not worrying about failure can make a big difference. Its my personal experience. In the past 2 weeks I have learnt a lot. I went thru two ordeals one very well prepared, but had a lingering doubt in my mind about myself and was planning for failure. Second with minimal preparation, but confident, wanting savour the moment and jus enjoy. The difference in approach made an immense difference. I could hardly believe that I had talents in me that I never knew. Many say best in you comes out when you have nothing to lose. Odds could be stacked against you, you could be clouded with fear. If you are self confident, and be true to your heart, you can achieve anything and everything. I need not quote many examples for this.

Then, coming to things like competition and peer pressure, the only person you need to compete with is you. A classroom/society is a cocktail of versatile people each one with a unique skill that he/she could or couldn have realised. Competing with others would give you false apprehension or satisfaction. Competing with yourself gives you a benchmark that you are sure to meet and with a bit more effort emulate.

And finally dont pollute your mind reading too much and pondering about what i have written… I am a jobless idiot writing to kill time. Life s ter to live and just enjoy it… :P

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Whose Line is it anyway?


Past few days I have seen the Modi-Niteesh Saga Going out of proportion! Is it good or bad for the country? Come on you cant say if it s good for Bihar if Niteesh was with congress or BJP. He has done a great job there. But I want to look at the picture hidden. The lines drawn out between the different linguistic regions. In other words the 28 states our mighty country has been divided into. In the past 60 yrs we have seen many new states formed and many ethnic groups fighting for the creation of new ones. So what motivates them?

I have followed the telengana issue very closely! I have few frds from Andhra also. From what I have heard the smoke screen of development being neglected is partially true. But for me it seems that a selfish politician is trying to make his ends meet. But over the course of time the boundaries that we created to reduce the administrative problems and make life easier has resulted in creating more non sense than we had ever imagined.
Here is a counter point of a supporter of GORKHALAND that I lifted from the comments section of another blog :
"It is easy 2 say when someone is not involved in it, but if one looks through our perspective then u shall actually realize why such demand?u know what, we are not been treated as indian,whenever some other sees they believe that we r from nepal.it hurts badly,after so much of sacrifices given 2 our homeland still they belive we r outsider.we want our identity thats it.if madras regiment can hve chennai,punjab regiment can have punjab,assam regiment can have assam,then why not gorkha regiment shall have gorkhaland.we r not saying that we shall get dived frm indian,we just want our own room in such a big land."

He does have a valid point. But just becas they have a separate state means they wont be racially discriminated? I dont know. For all the peace and tranquility the Indian mind possesses, we are fundamentally racists. Not always in the wrong sense! We jovially keep nick names like Chinki, gult, kariaya etc. It dosent mean that we hate them. It just shows that we have fundamental seeds of racism in our mind. Its a deep rooted social apathy in our country.

Britishers were affirmative when they left India that it would never prosper as it is just a motley of different countries that were just connected by a petty string of being independent. To certain extent that could have been true but for the primitive Indian Legislators and in particular Sardar Vallabhai Patel. A very nice movie scene comes to my mind. Once hero who s a tamilian goes to Australia and he knows zilch English. For make the immigration easier and basically to find a translator he goes to the Indian embassy where the Indian officer is in no better condition as he s a sadar but a Srilankan officer jumps to his rescue. The irony in the above situation evokes quite a bit of laughter.

This situation highlights the question that bugs most of us. Would the Indian subcontinent prospered better if we India had been divided into 20 different countries? Its a rhetoric question that we cant answer but only speculate. Can we compromise on the concept of Unity in Diversity the rudiment foundation on which our federal system has been built! Having one unified state is is out of question as it would surely have Been a disaster. Through out the history able administrators like akbar, Alluddin Khilji were not able to do that. We have succesfully completed 62 years of Indian Federal system. There is only one inference! what ever system we are having has the capacity to sustain itself. So better not mess with it. Concentrate on bringing change at the grass roots. Thats a topic for another day.

So have these boundaries created divisions among the people? I have completed my under graduation of one of the most culturally and linguistically vibrant places and its my humble opinion that all the division noises is utter crap. Yes, accepted that we would like to have people who can speak our language with us. But this has not stopped the students from having a healthy interaction and work for mutual as well as individual benefit. The real education provided to the illiterate will develop tolerance in the minds of the people. If the entire nation has the cultural mix Bombay.. oops Mumbai has, the boundaries will serve the purpose of administration alone and we would be asking "WHOSE LINE IS IT ANYWAY???"

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

What do u do in ur spare time?


These are some of the most atrocious thoughts that came into my mind wen I had absolutely nothing to do in the past one month...
1) Go to a mallika kadai (sort of stationary shop here with lungied annas) and ask the price of each and every item available for sale and return without buying anything.
2) Stalk the profile page of every available gal in facebook:P...
3) Count the no of people counting the stars late nite :P
4) Make sure that I download all the movies of IMDB bottom 50.
5) Login to my orkut account.
6) Seriously thing! thinking how I ENDED UP WHERE I AM!!!!! and ofcourse not just thinking but also trying to find out an answer. And also monitor if I am finding out an answer... And make sure that I monitor so that I dont waste time.
7) Think of watching MEAGA SERIAL/ REALITY SHOWS with my mom.
8) Go to hollywood and meet up jennifer connolly and say to her u sucked in ur last movie...
9) Hoping to see Ash in the enthiran shoot and be confused why need CG wen u have the most beautiful robot here!!!!!
10) Hoping someone else will share this type of BUCKET LIST.
11) Score a perfect no 10 goal.... Record it and show it to DB 10.
12) Watch England play beautiful football.......
13) Wenger making a 25 mil signing :P
14) Of course write such an article in my blog.

Phew these are 14 of 14 million thoughts that came into my mind..
I wrote an algo to select wat all i needed to publish! The crux of this algo is:
It is possible to remove everything of significance from a cluster of thoughts based on the 30-min rule by Going thru the thoughts u had and leaving out :
a. A small number of secret desires.
b. A few thoughts which are part of still active thinking process.
c. Some correspondence lost in the brain death caused becas of watching english football team play.
d. Some records which went astray in the move to think something worthwhile.
e. Other thoughts which went astray when the brain was trying to organise it.
f. The normal withdrawal of thoughts whose publication could give grounds for an action for libel of breach of confidence or cause embarrassment to friends.

I have named this Sir Humphry's least selection algorithm. Njoy it.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

INVICTUS

For the warriors out there who working with little success to show off, here’s some inspiration to keep you going. This is a spectacular poem by William Ernest Henley written in 1875. The title means “Unconquered” in Latin. When I read this poem I get chills, the hair on my arms stands up and I feel the need to either kill something or create something. Also the recent movie of the same was a good. Mandela is a true visionary who used sports as a medium for bridging people together. Prob policy makers of IPL can learn.

OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Runge Kutta 4th order code

function u = RK4(h,tf,x1,y1)
%to solve the ode for radiation using rk fourth order
I=tf/h;
fh = @ (x , y) (-2.2067)*(10^-12)*(y^4-(81*10^8));
u = y1;
for i = 1:I
k1=h*fh(x1+(i-1)*h,u);

k2=h*fh(x1+(i-1)*h+(h/2),u+(k1/2));

k3=h*fh(x1+(i-1)*h+(h/2),u+(k2/2));

k4=h*fh(x1+(i-1)*h + h,u + k3);

u= u + (1/6*(k1 + 2*(k2 + k3) + k4));

end
u
end

Bizzare Hair loss treatment

Shakespeare, all mighty literature bard, in nearly all his works used hair loss to portray aging persons, fallen kings, fools or even villains, but never a virile yang person. From that point of view it is interesting o know that Shakespeare himself was presented as being bold, which is seen on his numerous portraits.

Since from ancient times abundant hair equals youth, energy, strength, potency, dignity etc. it’s no wonder that man (and some woman as well) are in constant pursue for miraculous heir remedy from the oldest times, but even today some of the lotions and remedies that are offered on the market show no more success then those used in, say, ancient Egypt.

This can be largely contributed to marketing strategies that are used in hair treatment business of today. They present colorful brochures and advertisements which promise gain of instant sex appeal, gorgeous woman by ton, and better car or job position together with recurrence of lost hair. And yes even today’s more educated, modern man fall for those false promises stressed out by suffering hair loss which constantly reminds them of passing of their youth. Some man even become quite artistic with their remaining hair, growing it longer where possible and parting it sideways close to their ears in vain hope of covering up gaps, which is a ridiculous technique that just mirrors their desperation.

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Therefore it is no wonder that man of yesterday often tried and sometimes dedicatedly used some really dubious and often funny remedy recipes in hope of recovering what nature itself has so cruelly deprived them of, considered by some one of most coveted possessions, hair on their bold heads.

Here are some examples of those miraculous cures and ointments so you, dear reader, can choose your favorite. One that amuses me most comes at the end of the list.

Read and enjoy

- One of 18-Th and 19-Th century favorites was hair growth treatment that involved every night massaging in to your scalp mixture made mainly of rancid rhino fat, mixed with grounded rosemary by the virgin’s hand.

- In America in the 18-th century tough, hardened but non the less bold cowboys lined up to spend their hard earned cash on worthless “Snake Oil”, which actually was any bizarre concoction sold by so called trawling Doctors’. Here is one such original recipe, which actually was imported from the old world:
Mix carefully
”Peach Tree if the kernels be bruised and boiled in vinegar until they become thick and applied to the head until hair starts growing upon bold places or where it is too tin.”

- Or, if you had really strong stomach you could try this medieval English recipe, it was said that it worked wonders:
”Combine boar’s grease, ashes of burnt bees, ashes of southern-wood, juice of white lily root, oil of sweet almonds and musk into an ointment. Rub in to the scalp on daily bases.”

- In Roman times popular method for concealing boldness was to actually pain curls, and as for ‘curing’ boldness they concocted a lotion made from boiled snakes, which was probably very origin of the term ‘’snake oil”.

- Old Greece’s most famous physician, Hippocrates, who was himself suffering from a hair loss, devised specific remedy mixing together opium, flower essences, wine and pigeon droppings.

- Physicians in ancient Egypt had their own ways for treating baldness using potions mixtures created from hedgehog bristles and human fingernails steeped in crocodile, hippo or lion fat.

- But from the ancient times throughout Middle Ages there was one omnipotent miraculous cure for everything from bad luck or plague to boldness. This one is most certainly my favorite. It was small amount of powder obtained from grounded unicorn’s horn. Oh, yes they had unicorns horn at their disposal at those times, if they had enough money to pay for such a rare wonder that is, since it cost sometimes equaled that of entire County. Now that was a present suited for kings, and guess what, some of them had a whole horn, usually mounted in gold and jewels safely stored in their treasury. Since some of those treasuries survived at to this day and age horns where finally given for examination and then the most well kept trading secret of probably all times was discovered. Those long twisted horns really belonged to an animal but, alas, not to the mythological and magical unicorn. Those were narwhal horns, and narwhals are species of see mammals still living in cold waters of Arctic circle. And they weren’t actually horns either, but prolonged teeth. For ages native fisherman from polar areas were hunting narwhals and selling their hornlike tooth to skillful Asian merchants who trawled with them back home reselling them in Asia and Europe as unicorn’s horn gaining tremendous profit. They actually worked magic, not in curing boldness or anything else for that matter, but for bringing riches to cunning salesmen.