"சூரிய காதலனை கண்ட வெட்கத்தின் விளைவு, பிறை நிலவு". Humbly, this is one of my poems. I was on a terrace in my Aunt's home looking at the Moon chanting this. I just wanted to eat the moon. Looked so beautiful. To explain the poem, imagine how crescent is formed. The Earth has to be in the middle, between the Sun and the Moon. The beautiful Moon, when looking at the handsome Sun, shy behind earth to show only her face. The result, crescent. Then I thought why is the beauty of Moon is restricted to a grammar of a language. What if I go there, to the moon herself, kiss her hand. Hmmm...
Okay..Now I feel like I am flying, not 'cas I have started flying to the Moon. I have always wanted my Aunt to keep a mosquito repellent in the terrace at nights. Looks like she had forgotten to do that. It is the mosquitoes pulling me up to the moon. He he he...
So I went down to the hall. There was a glass fish tank with two golden fishes. Human instinct pulled me to feed the fish immediately. At first, I thought the fishes in there are happy. But then, I could hear them say "blob..blob..."..."blob...blob...". Could you guess what they say. Now lend your ears carefully. Hear them say, "put me into the river...".."put me into the river...".
Meanwhile, there were a middle aged couple sitting by the sofa. Seems my Aunt had invited one of her college friends for dinner. I was talking to them and while talking on a topic, I could hear the man say that he has given complete freedom to his wife to do this..that etc. How wise!!! My question is, who are you to give her the freedom? Women freedom is with them. You can't take it from them, you never have the right to take it and how come you could give that back to them? The fact is both the fish and Aunty's friend do not know that their freedom is bounded.
They enjoy it though.
It was too late in the night then, I got the permission from my Aunt to have the fish tank with me back home. I let them go swim in the pond (not so clean, but bath friendly) near my home. I saw them jumping in air as if they are trying to kiss me. I left them where they belong to. Now they are truly independent.
I am dreaming about a mission to moon soon. I don't know what to do with the Aunty's friend. He he he....
The Moon, The Fish, The Freedom here are best felt when they are kept in a place where they belong to. Now, where are you?
When I was traveling by the Madras Transport Corporation from T Nagar to Adayar, there was couple with their kids sitting in front of my seat advising something to their kids. Sitting very close to them, I heard them advising their children to call them "Mommy", "Daddy" and not "Amma", "Appa". The family was clearly from an "uncivilized" society with the way they were behaving (Not because that they were spitting outside the bus window, throwing groundnut shells inside the 
bus, etc.) but the way they treated Tamil. I did not understand how people think, they are "civilized" if they talk in English (or any other language, but for Indians English is God) as against their behavior. I am not here to write in support that people should talk only in Tamil or such a kind of thing, but against the way people see their mother tongue as second language these days. But being a Tamil, I would talk for Tamil (for you it might be your mother tongue)
I strongly feel that "Amma" is much much more powerful than "Mommy". Calling "Amma" is like hugging your child by your hands whereas calling "Mommy" is like keeping your child in a trolly (like
the westerners do). It is unfortunate that some upper class here in Chennai are slowly following this style of trolley parenting. The baby has to smell his mother not the smoky road. I would suggest you to say aloud "Amma" and "Mommy" and I am sure you definitely see/smell/hear/feel/taste the difference.
Whenever I sit to eat in a hotel, nearly 60% of all the middle class families suggest their children to talk in English and they too talk to them in English. I understand that preaching kids a foreign language will make them go places. But it does not mean you have to under rate your mother tongue. For me Tamil is not only a language, but a chemistry teacher. Emotions are best expressed in Tamil. I give you an example. Hope you would have watched "Paasa Malar", a Sivaji classic. I bet you would have cried or had at least a soar throat for sometime. Also, no one would 
have missed "Titanic" and hope you would have cried when Jack sinked into the ocean with the beautiful blue eyes of Rose in tears. For me there is definitely a difference between the way you felt for the characters. With your mother tongue, it is the heart that triggers 
tears whereas with a foreign language it is the mind. In Tamil I could say these as "Anuthabam" and "Akkarai".
I have read somewhere that the first strategy adopted by the early British in India was to make Indians think English is supreme than their own local language. They were successful in their first attempt and has an effect until now. I would suggest young Tamil parents to grow their kid amidst Tamil and I am sure you definitely see difference. Kids is sure going to throw you out like you did for your mother tongue, otherwise.
Lets cherish our mother tongue and be "civilized" but definitely do a PhD in a second language. Crocodile shirts, Van huesen trousers, Reebok shoes, Swiss watches, English etc. are not going to make you civilized. It is the respect for your mother tongue.
In spite of very bad reviews, I decided to watch one of the most expected films recently, Sakkarakkatti. 28-Sep-2008, Sangam Cinemas, Chennai - the 3rd day since the movie was released and being a Sunday, the house was full. The director of the movie, Kalaprabhu, son of film producer, Kalaipuli S Thanu, unfortunately has presented us with a....hmmmmm...non-sense, to be frank. I have to comment like this because I have tasted the likes of Saroja, Raman Thediya Seethai, Subramaniapuram and this film is in no way matching these likes. For me, the fate of a film is decided in the first 20 minutes. Clearly, the audience in the theater were bored in the 20th minute of the film and started commenting. Okay, now for a good film, as a fan, I would see the following things in it to be entertaining. Look at the non-sense in the film against each of the parameter.
1.) Story - Traingle love. Shit man...I beg Tamil cinema to get out of this concept. If you do not have stories, atleast remake some old films. Santhanoo loves his classmate, some X (I forgot her name. I can't imagine her to be a heroine if I make a film. Man..you have to look at her) and Vedika, Santhanoo's cousin is in love with him.
2.) Screenplay - Even when the story is old, it could be a hit with the way you present it to the audience. This film has a childish screenplay. Clearly a screenplay from a LKG guy. Easily predictable scenes. You could hear the audience comment what could happen next in the theater. When the crowd guessed your screenplay right, your film is a 100% flop. None of the characters are worth mentioning, the hero, heroine(s), hero's friends etc. One of the most important element in a film is the background. As far as I am concerned, background is one another "character" of the film. It has the power to suck you into the film. It changes your mood to the mood of the characters. I do not know if there is such a kind in this movie. The college where the hero is studying, his friends, hero's home is no way a Chennai guy's things. Looks like everything is made somewhere in the America.
3.) Characters - As mentioned earlier, none of the characters are worth mentioning. Just stupid. Characters are made thinking Tamil audiences are fools. Characters like Santhanoo's father, mother, sister, brother, friends are roaming on screen for nothing. All these characters, you would have seen somewhere in earlier films. Nilalgal Ravi (Santhanoo's father) is from Kushi, Santhanoo's mother is a useless character which hardly had 2 lines of dialogue in the film. Friends...man..I wonder if a college going Chennai guy would have friends like them...ultra modern..Hard to digest...Also didn't like Santhanoo imitating Sarukh Khan. Could have his own style.
4.) Music - Wanted to say the movie is no way matching the genius of AR Rehman's music. I would love to hear the songs in my iPod rather than on Tv. Music is just been absolutely wasted. Background music is not worth mentioning. Understandably so. Rehman would have himself got bored while scoring background. The begium from "Sillunu Oru Kaadhal" had such a...what to say...some chemical reaction whenever I hear it..Nothing like that in this film..To be honest, there is no scope to score such a high quality begium here..Ocher Studios' (Soundarya Rajinikanth's graphics studio) bullshit continues in this film too. None of the graphics are worth mentioning. All graphics looked like a computer game.
I would not suggest this movie for your weekend. Hope you know the story of crabs in a basket. I am not going to bore you telling the story. One of your friends could sure tell you. Crabs like Saroja, Raman Theidiya Seethai, Subramaniapuram are trying to get "out of the box". Crabs like Sakkarakkati are pulling them down.
Highly disappointed with the movie after much expectation created by AR Rehman's music. I just loved the songs for the past 2 months and would love to hear them in the future in my iPod. Not on Tv.
People in my corporate complaint about the behavior of vendor bus drivers among other things. I often thought that some "professionals", again, some "professionals" had to be taught about ethics as well.
1.) Often these people stand near the traffic signal and wave their hands to stop the bus. It is a common sense (you need not be a BE) to stand 100-200 meters after the signal.
2.) All the buses are air suspended and hence have push back. Some buses have minimal leg room and people often tend to push back the seats, unknowing the discomfort of people sitting behind. Most importantly they do not keep the seats upright back again when they get down. This makes the person sitting behind difficult to move out of his seat when he has to get down.
3.) Some people do not hear songs using head phone. They keep their mobile's speaker on. Not all people will be in sync mood while traveling you see. Common sense man. Mobile phones are for personal use. Enjoy your songs in private.
4.) Trying to be relaxed and to show off a "cool" guy image they keep their hands as head rest. You could imagine the person sitting next to him trying to put his nose near the window. You know what I mean I believe.
5.) Do not disturb the driver while he is driving. Even school kids know this. Guys sitting in the front seat continuously talk to the driver showing off their "closeness" to the driver. Man...most irritating scenes. Because the guys talk, drivers often get distracted and drive slow.
6.) You do not believe that these "professionals" throwing wastes such as bubble gum wrappers, biscuit papers etc...You know that these will land ultimately in the lap of people sitting behind. Again common sense. Thank God, I have not seen them spitting yet.
I strongly believe that a person is educated when he has ethics and common sense.
One of the worst behavior of my corporate people is with the lift and the office door. As far as I think there are a couple of lift ethics.
1.) Stand behind the people already waiting for lift. Allow them to go first into it.
2.) Maintain silence inside the lift. Do not giggle to show off your gang image. Respect the mood of others inside.
3.) Wait for the people to get out of the lift before you move in. Also, give them path to leave the lift area.
Oh..yes with the office door..I do not know if I am swiping cards for others to get out. If I open the door, people get out as if I am a gate keeper. Ha ha ha.. People, please wait for others to get in/out whoever has swiped first. Leave them way. Please hold the door open if you see people behind you swiping.
Much much more guys...Discipline will make us grow exponentially. I would suggest my company to teach fresh pass outs ethical behavior during the initial "training". Hmmmm...
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