Why this Kolaveri 3?

I watched this movie and I was mighty disappointed. Not with the director or the actor, but with myself! If Aishwarya Danush can make a movie of this story, why can't I write stories and make them superhits!!!

I am not saying that the director has a very bad story, it is just that it has been told in a bad way! And the moral of the story that appears in the end does not go with the story! Sorry m'am I am not convinced!

The movie would run for the song that has been creating waves! I think they could have spent sometime at the editing table instead of touring around the country!

The comedy scenes with Siva Karthikeyan are all about timing and he has excelled at it! It is way better than his unnecessary presence in the movie Marina! Shruthi Hassan has proved that she is Kamal's daughter! One in emoting well and also in the way she cries!! Only if she could learn from her father's Tamil diction!!! Danush is good as usual but nothing much to say, except for the climax!

Coming to the climax, or rather there is none to come to! It is pretty much a drag after the Kolaveri song and we have nothing to anticipate! The audience is waiting for Danush to die in the flashback so that they can go home!

Finally why is the movie called 3? The only thing I can correlate is, that Danush talks to his father about "life matter" 3 times. But that comes in the trailer, so we can pretty much stay at home and save 300 Rupees. Oh is that why the movie called 3? You need to spend 3 hundreds to suffer the movie!! Probably! Who knows?

Ok! Time for me to work on my script! Come on ppl! Why not? After all this story was made into a movie. I will try my luck! Is Rajnikanth looking for adopting a male child who is approaching 30? Hey another 3 there!!!!

Mrs. & Mr. Sampath Kumar

This post has been pending for a long long time. I have been thinking of writing this for sometime now. This is the story of a beautiful couple, a couple who stood testimony to love and togetherness. This story will be through my eyes, their nephew.

My aunt Vimala, was born as the second daughter to Ranganayaki ammal and Raghunathachari in Madras. She was packed off to her maternal grandmother's home in Kumbakonam when she was very young because her younger brother Vasudevan was born immediately after her. Raghunathanchari was employed with the British and the family had a comfortable life in Chennai. But his in-laws were not all that well-to-do. So my aunt's childhood was spent in Kumbakonam where she had to struggle a little bit. Later when my grandfather retired, the whole family moved to Kumbakonam and my aunt started living with her parents. This was when the reason for my existence, my dad was born. My knowledge of her earlier life has been handed down from my dad. He always used to say, "For all that she suffered in her earlier days, she is very happy in her married life". He used to say that she was the fairest of the otherwise dark South Indian family and she was one of the few in the village (Baburajapuram near Kumbakonam) to use "snow" (equivalent of the cold creams and fairness creams of today), which my father stealthily used to use. But alas, he never became as fair as his sister.

We normally hear of a marriage from the perspective of the bride on how everything was so special and how happy she was during the whole ritual. But I happened to hear it from my uncle, Sampath Kumar about how much he enjoyed the whole ritual.

My uncle, Sampath Kumar was born and brought up in Bangalore in a Tamil family. With most of his childhood in Bangalore, you would expect him to be more of a Kannadiga rather than a Tamilian. But he was a different man. His spoken Tamil was immaculate and it had no Kannada influence in it whatsoever. The earliest memory I have of him was when he scared by leaving the wheel of the Ambassador when he was driving. Today, whenever I leave the wheel to relax on an open road, I remember him and that incident. A very funny man, he had a humorous perspective to whatever he saw. I have never seen him angry with anyone, although my aunt once told me that he had locked his youngest daughter in a room when she was naughty. He was a man who, I felt, cherished every moment of his life. I have never seen him being judgmental about anybody and always had a good word for everybody.

When he had first gone to see my aunt before the marriage, he was made to sit on a chair. Being the prospective groom all eyes where on him. Particularly my father standing close to him was looking at him intently. While he was soaking in the feeling of being important and trying to get comfortable, he noticed that the chair he was sitting on, had only three legs. To substitute for the fourth leg, they had kept bricks and covered it with a cloth to hide it. You should have seen the glint in his eyes when he was narrating this incident to us. Priceless.

The way he used to describe the Jaanvaasam procession (the tour from the temple to the wedding hall) was a treat to hear. The way he used to describe the fireworks and the Naadaswaram katcheri used to trigger my imagination to no end. And there was always a ring in his voice when he was talking about it. And the glow in my aunt's face was unmistakable. I could see how shy she would have been when she had been married, when I saw her 50th anniversary photos.

September 2010, my aunt passed away. The day I saw my uncle crestfallen. She had been the reason for his existence. They used to share Insulin injections, tablets in a leaf-shaped cup. He would never leave her side for more than half an hours time. Everything depended on her health. If she is fine, I will come, he would say. He was her voice when she lost her speech. His love for photography was epitomized in a picture of my aunt carrying water. The photo is so simple yet so beautiful. June 2011, my uncle also passed away. The separation had taken its toll.

My father was telling to one of my other aunts. "It is good that Vimala passed away before Athimber. None of us could have matched the love and affection he had shown her."

Lokpal

There has been a lot of hullaboo in India about the Lokpal for most part of 2011. My thoughts about the same. Whatever that follows is my opinion alone.

What does Lokpal mean? It means "protector of the people". Then what is the Indian Police and CBI for? Are they not protecting the people? Then if we need the Lokpal, which as the demand is, we should be dissolving the police and CBI. Ask them to go home and we can have people from the Lokpal to punish all wrong-doers apart from prosecuting the politicians and bureaucrats. I don't see any sense in having a new institution for prosecuting the politicians and bureaucrats! And the biggest joke is asking the government to make the law. And you are asking a government which is already neck-deep in scams!!

If there is anything that needs to be done to protect the sanctity of the country, there should be a law to make the police and CBI above the law. They should be made independant. No politician should have any control over them. All this shifting of police commissioners, DGPs for every government change has to stop. Give them the freedom to work and protect the people, I think they are efficient enough to do the job. One there is already a set framework to select people for the job, and they have to be educated enough to do the job.

And there is one more thing that I read in the wiki about Jan Lokpal Bill. Sample this.

"Members will be appointed by judges, Indian Administrative Service officers with a clean record, private citizens and constitutional authorities through a transparent and participatory process."

Indian Administrative Service officers with a clean record? What do they mean? That the government should accept that there are officers who are corrupt in the system and we have a Judicial System which allows them to stay in service despite being corrupt? Shouldn't we aim at a law to clean up the existing system first rather than creating a system which may in all probability fall prey to the same disease - corruption?

And what is this with people following Anna Hazare and coming together for his fast and raising slogans about Jail Baro Andolan? I have nothing against Anna Hazare. I should be stupid to point a finger at him for being impractical. He is a very sensible man, who has shown to the whole of India that there are lot of corrupt politicians! We wouldn't have known otherwise, you see. We Indians always need someone to point out the obvious to us. We never seem to know that stealing, murder, rape are evils. We manage to elect the same people back to power. Take for example Shibu Soren. He has been convicted for murder but still he had become Chief Minister for his state. If you ask me, in which state is he Chief Minister? I would say "BAD STATE"!!! Can't people think?

And then there was this madam, Kanimozhi. There were banners all around Chennai when she got bail and returned home! And there were people shouting slogans!!! Has anyone thought how a person who was just a script writer in Tamil films managed to buy house in Gopalpuram (a posh locality in Chennai)?

How many of us have made it a point to apply for leave, go back home and vote when there is a state election? How many of us pay our taxes properly? How many of us put the garbage in the garbage bin? How many of us stand behind the line at Traffic signal? How many of us slow down when we see a yellow signal?

We can always say that the signals are broken, my office does not give me leave and 101 reasons for not doing our duty properly. Aren't we not tempted to pay that Rs. 100 to the policeman instead of paying Rs. 300 in court? When we get tempted to save Rs. 200, why wouldn't a politician who has lived in poverty all his life get tempted when he gets an opportunity to execute a project which is worth crores of money. That is human tendency. We have to bring a law that takes care of such mishaps from happening rather than having a new Lokpal to govern the politicians. We should be having preventive measures rather than having breakdown measures.

What needs to be done has to undergo a thorough debate. But I am sure that by having a Lokpal, we are doing a patch work rather having a permanent solution to our problem.

The art of talking to a girl - Part One

This blog is strictly for Indian guys, and there may be specific references for South Indian guys. Others please excuse. This is not a crash course for pataofy (u know wat it means!) a girl. These ideas can be used to befriend a girl. It is just a small collection from what I had done, thought I should have done, what I would have done ..... Thinking of making this a series, lets see whether I continue.

I am writing this blog, not because I am a master, not because I have/ had a string of girl friends, not beucase all girls cling on to each word I say (most of them don't, I know. Failures are stepping stones to someplace called Success). There are somethings that have worked for me, some haven't. There are some do's and don'ts. So here I go......

Never use a line. There are very few girls who fall for it, and those few are not worth the effort. Girls have this antennae which repels such guys. So be yourself and when you get a chance pick up a conversation and make it interesting. And if you want to show how smart you are, this is not the time and place. If you want to breakup then show how smart you are, that is when she will hate you and you can easily break up. And most important of all. Cut the crap!

Chivalry is always appreciated. Please!!! It doesn't harm if you could open the door for her. Pick her phone and pass it on to her (without looking into it) when she is not around. Ask her if she wants coffee when you go to the vending machine. Smile for her silly jokes (even if there are many). Compliment on her new dress, when she is looking good.

Don't waste all your time for her. Girls like it when guys spend time with them, but they also like it when guys are sincere. It does not harm when you say you have work and let them fend for themselves.

Look her in the eyes. Please guys, you need to demarcate the girls you see. One, they are friends or the like, the other is the kind you will never choose to talk to. Dont let your eyes wander. Its nasty and they know. If you want to befriend this girl, please dont let your gaze go below her eyes, leave alone her head.

Avoid her gaze sometimes. Ok, you have got an opportunity to talk to her once. Now it is not necessary to talk to her every time you pass each other. It is sometimes good to avoid her gaze and go about your work. Don't show your desperation to talk to her.

You have got talent. Everybody has got talent. You need to showcase it, not boast about it. Do it casually as if it comes naturally to you. Now please don't try reading her palm. That is a cheap trick and sometimes backfires. Ask me.

Now I think, that is a good start. Shall continue sometime later. Until then, Cheers!!!!!

Recognition or Money: What makes you happy and Why?

We had a blog competition in my company, and this was my entry.


What makes me happy? Happiness itself is a relative term. It varies from person to person. What makes me happy will not make you happy. So before going into each of the options given, I will define myself.
Who am I? If I were Jackie Chan, I would have to make a movie to know. But I am a Software Engineer, so by definition I am not supposed to know who I am and what I want. Then again I will not know what makes me happy. So 'In pursuit of Happiness' I will go with an assumption of myself.
I am a simple, down-to-earth, honest, hardworking Software Engineer (now please don't laugh) with middle class values. I want to live in a comfortable house, have enough food to eat, cover myself with decent clothes, have money to buy medicines when I or my family members fall sick, save for my marriage (if I ever find the girl), my future (:)), my kids (if I get married – remember I have Middle class values) and most importantly, in the short term, have enough money to do Tax Savings.
All this, is taken care by my company (I meant the money part). So if I come to office in the morning, work hard and be honest, all my basic needs are taken care of. Wow! Am I happy? If life were so easy, wouldn't it be great?
But there is an irritating boss to report to (I am being hypothetical here), obnoxious cubicle mates (hypothetical again), and most of all the Season that falls between February to April (sometimes gets extended to May) - Appraisals!!! The Boss is not happy with whatever I do (a la Hari Sadu), the colleagues are always complaining that they have to work late hours, and the season of doubt, anger, anxiety, frustrations (none of mine, according to the hypothesis) affect me and casts a dark shadow. I try to motivate myself. How? By working harder, by moving away from all the ills that the corporate world has to offer.
An HR friend of mine once commented "The baby that cries gets the toffee". So when I just work, work and work and don’t get affected by anything that happens around me or to me, what will my boss think? "He would anyways be happy so I will give him what he deserves, I will give the other guy an early promotion" (or such). But I being human, at this (gross) injustice will feel sad and will be drawn into the vicious circle of doubt, anger, anxiety, frustrations - which till now were not affecting me. So if I had been recognized in some way, I would be happy. So at the end of the day, whoever I am, recognition will make me happy.
So does that mean I don’t need any money? No! Because my initial assumption, I realize, is wrong. I am not simple (ask my wife!), not down-to-earth (ask my friends), not honest and hardworking (ask my Boss). I am human after all. I am made of all ingredients that Adam was infused with when he ate the apple. My needs are not simple and they cannot be satisfied by any salary, how much ever I get. For instance, today if I am happy with a Tata Nano, I will longingly look at an Indica. If I get that, I will look at a Manza. When I buy a Manza, I will look at the Aria parked in the showroom and when I buy the Aria, Tata will introduce Jaguar in India.
So being human, I need money and also Recognition. I am like a child who wants both, the candy and the toy. After all, inside every grown up, there is a kid hiding somewhere.

Indian Cricket - A farce!

On this day, as I write this article, India has moved to the second place in the Group B points table in the 2011 World Cup. There are talks that there is a slight chance that India can be ousted from the World Cup, although there is a very small chance for that to happen. TOI, in its usual way of sensationalising news, had put the whole permutation combination in its Sports Section.

Now coming to the point of calling Indian Cricket a farce. What would happen if India doesn't make the cut and fails to qualify to the Quarter-finals? The ticket sales in the stadium will come down at least half, if not more. People will be so angry that after burning the effigies of MSD, Sachin (even the God will not be spared) will lose interest till the IPL starts. A majority will not tune into Star Sports and its sister channels for another month. The rates of the ads will decrease and Star Sports will have to try very hard to keep their heads above the water. In a case where advertisement costs are as per contract for the whole tournament, all the companies are eligible to ask a refund from BCCI, ala Vijay, Rajinikanth and Pawan Kalyan returning money to their distributors for the various flop movies that they had acted in. So BCCI in all prospects will make sure that India at least reaches the Quarter Final. That will at least give some solace to the cricket crazy Indian fans.



Now coming to the point of writing this blog. All the Indian players in the various interviews they were giving said that they will be playing for India but will win the Cup for Sachin and all that crap and veterans like Kapil Dev taking time out, countered them. But as far as I am concerned all this is bull shit. The fact is these guys are not playing for the country. They are in fact playing for a company called BCCI and the Indian Government has no role in it. If they were playing for the country then at least the Sports Ministry should have directed them to go to the Asian Games which they gave a miss. These fellas have the guts to say that they feel proud when they play for the country. At least we would have got one more medal! It is a big surprise that the TOI did not take this matter and sensationalise this! And the Indian people as usual chose to ignore this. Theywill go and see the matches in full force, get lathi-charged, shout their throats dry when the trumpet sounds, colour their bodies in paint, TOI will have pictures of Deepika Padukone with Siddharth Mallaya in a match, actresses posing semi-nude with the WorldCup logo on their backs and whereever possible.

Right Lane

I am on the right lane. For once I am happy and I found myself telling my manager that I feeling like coming to office every morning. And that was an honest confession. Not that I got my promotion after coming here, I feel good and lot of things working my way. I am able to cherish this and appreciate my experience here simply because I was really unhappy in my earlier place.

Life is good and I wear a smile on my face when I wake up. I am happy that I do so. Been long since I did that!

Rambling in August 2010

Everything seemed to be working fine. Suddenly everything turned topsy turvy. Its nothing but a promotion not coming my way. In fact this would have been the first promotion I would have had after working for 6 years. I had missed an earlier promotion because I switched companies. I was feeling so excited about it. Now all the excitement is gone. To whom am I supposed to show my frustration. I showed it to my present manager, a very understanding man. He said whatever you said is right but I am not in a position to help you, as I was not your manager during the assessment period. I went and talked to my previous manager. He said I did everything I can, but the other managers did not give a positive feedback.

I am known to be a person who tries to appease everyone around me. I know I always fail. I have failed once again. The most easiest promotion one can get in my organisation just slipped through my fingers.

Again the feeling of being a misfit in the present situation is creeping into me. Why o why? I always feel, that for every step I want to take, I have to slip 3 steps. The bruises, the pain, the headache, the heartache, the anger of failure everything seems to be so known to me now. I keep getting these feelings that I am very familiar with it now. The frown on the face, the lips dipping down, the wrinkles on my forehead seem to be a permanent feature.

I get excited whenever I see light at the end of the tunnel, only to know that it is an approaching train. The fear returns. The pounding of the heart starts. The headache starts.

My friend's wife once commented. if everything is coming in your way, then you are probably in the wrong lane. Wrong lane it is. But where is my right lane? Still searching......