Monday, December 26, 2005

The Onlookers

Sunday. The only day in the week when the buses are not crowded to the brim and you can indeed catch a corner seat in a bus and watch singaara Chennai. There were about 20 passengers inside the bus and it was a boring journey for everyone including the driver.... Until...she arrived.

She boarded the bus and looked around. Every passenger's eyes were fixated on her and she too knew it, but walked unawares. The surprise in the eyes of everyone was because of two reasons. One..was seeing her in the bus and another reason was a child in her hand. "She? Married?" That was the question that sprang to everyone's mind. The kid in her hand and an ugly guy besides her seemed to answer their queries unknowingly.

She got 2 tickets and sat on the right hand side corner seat with the so-assumed husband. Everyone was still staring at her and she still didn’t react. She had become used to it for all her life and she was no longer bothered about it any more. She still remembered the surprise of her parents when they first saw her and the hara-kiri that was caused in her neighborhood. Now she was married and she didn’t want to think about it anymore and live a peaceful life....if these people do let her do so.

But then being an EUNUCH is still considered abnormal in our country......

Monday, December 19, 2005

Thalai pola varuma....

"Saurav Ganguly Axed"

ATM vaasalla watchman velai paakara Sentry lerundu Madhdhiyila Aatchi seyyara Mandhiri varaikkum ellarum ippa hot a discussion seyyara matter "Annan Gangulya ippadi neeki irukkanuma koodaatha". Avan avan mazhaila ninainju poi naari kidakira nelamaila idellam tevayaana oru discussiona nu neenga keakaradu en kaadhula nalla vizhudu. Aana paarunga....naan oru Indian (Captain style la padeenga pu) Soththu ku lottery adichchalum vetti nyayam pesaradu nama ooru kalachaaram. Ada eppadi vittu tara mudiyum?

Sari...nadandadu nadandu pochchu. Inimae Ganguly enna panalaam??

1. West Bengal Annatha Buddhadeb Bhattacharya (peru sollumbode vaai sulikikkum pola)oda support annan Ganguly kku irukiradunaala, avar Calcutta la MP Seat ko illa MLA seat ko nikkalam. Eppadiyum makkal oda anudaabam ellam avarukku votea maari vizhum. Appadiyae padi padiya munneri avar Bengal kkae CM a kooda aanalum Aachariya padaradukku onnum illa.
2. Neenga teruvula road la padam varainju kaasu sambaadikiravangala paathirupeenga. Adae maadhiri Ganguly Howrah Bridge Naduvula Batting panni kaati sambaadikalaam. West bengal Govt avar kooda tie up vechchu Tourism promote pannalam.
3. Illana Dalmiya kitta assistant a serundu adutta BCCI election la ninnu avar BCCI chairman a appoint aagalam. Appadi nadanda Avar Rahul Dravid a Dravida malai aera sollalaam. Greg Chappella indiya saalaigalila Chappel illama mottai veyilla nadakka vechchu kodumai padutalaam. Oru over la oru bouncerkku mela potta Cricket lerundu Life ban pandra oru sattatha amal padutalaam.

4. Obvious choice...Avar cinema la nadikalaam. Avar kku avalava dance aada varadhu, nadikka teriyaadhu (appa avar tamil cinema la hero va nadikalaam nu neenga kaekiradhu ennaku kaekkudhu). Aana sandai nalla poda varadu naala avarukku action hero vaaippu kaathu kidakku. Kadaisiya kidaitha tagavalin padi Naghma avar padatula herione a nadikka samathichirukaanga.

Unga kaivasam enna idea irukku?

Monday, December 05, 2005

Like good old days.....

After a lot of pestering my friend Nithy(a) Nandoo started to write a blog. A statuory piece of warning for those coming here and about to go there...if u r weak in tamizh..u can very well close the cross marked devil on the right hand side of your screen. Nandoo is one Tamil nuttie and is awesome when at his best.

What a fantastic weekend!!!! For a few minutes i had to make myself believe that i was in chennai and not cherapunji. Had someone photographed me on Friday night, my company's shares would have plummeted to Indian politicans honesty's levels. With a bag in my right hand, a pant up to my knee and a shoe pair in my left hand, i did present a pitiable sight.

After having watched all the news channels and all interviews cursing the government about its lack of readiness u must be having a gloomy picture of the rains in chennai. So for a change i will give u a whole fresh perspective of the rain in chennai and the positives out of it. Water flooded mine and my friends room and obviously there was no power. We slept friday night among chennai's fav and habitual kosukadi and woke up to a boring saturday morning. My friend called up to enquire my well being and informed that his parents had gone out of station and offered us to stay at his house. And that is where the fun begins.

Imagine 11 bachelors in one room watching tv!!!A horrendous site. Usually saturday and sunday guys just go out somewhere to either beach or cinema or mostly office with the last one being the most prominent. After a long time so many of us were together at one place and for so long. Everyone kept pulling the others leg and needless to say that the guys were in great form. The only affected creature in the whole process was Nithys 60 day old labrador dog. The poor creature could harldy figure out who the hell were we occupying his kingdom. The best part of the 2 days was when we had dosai and uttapam prepared at home for all the 11 people. One batch kept eating and another kept preparing till we ran out of the dosai maavu.

The only time one realized that fun was over was when monday morning dawned and everyone grew duy consious and were back to their responsible self. Hmmm....i am not surprised why we all hate Monday Mornings!!!!

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Thavamaai Thavamirundu....

Karuppu color saari. Summa nachchnu irukku. Avan avala paarthaan. Avalum avana paartha aana paakatha maadhiri irundutaa. Vazhakkam pola avan ava azhaga paathu engine vandi maadhiri perisaa perumuchchu vittan. Idae bus standla kadanta sila maasama rendu perum paatukiraanga, ore company la work pandraanga, ore bus la yum poraanga aana oru Hi ill Hello kooda sonnadu kidaayadhu.

Eppadi paechu kudukalaanu avan marubadiyum thalaya soriya aarambichchan. Ovvoru dadavayum avan ada try panumbothum avanukulla irukira bayam avana gaali panidum. "Ennatha thaan ponunga T-Shirt Jeans potaalum, Pudavai katuna thaan pa oru ponnu sema azhaga iruka" nu avan thanakku thaane jollikittan. Cycle la pogara 10th standard paiyan, Onsite la irukiravanoda sandai poda vegama Pulsar la pogara S/W engg., Chumma poi mail check panna Elantra la pora manager,Pallavan bus ottara Thaatha,vegama vyaabaram paaka pora Ambani lerundu padila thongara bemaani varaikkum ellarum avalae sight adikiraanga. Pugaichchal !!!!!

Bike la pinnadi ukaandirukira Maami lerundu bus la tamil language oda kaetta vaarthai ki ilakanam vagukira muniyamma kooda avala look vidarada gavanichchan. Avan galija edho yosikardhukku munnadi thaan avanukku adu strike aachchu. Avanga paathadu avaloda anda attagaasamaana Pudavai apparam jolikira Thanga necklace. Ida paatittu pona ella pombalainga veetulayum purushan kaaranukku Deepavali confirmed nu avan ninaichukittan. Adukulla Bus vandadinaala ellarum bus la eritaanga.

Enna aachariyam!!Kudukura deivam kuraya pichikittu kodutudu. Ore seat thaan gaaliya irundudu. Ava ukkanda aaparam avan ava pakatula ukkandaan.Chivalry kaaturaaraam!!!

"83 peru" Edho citizen ajith Attipatti sonna maadhiri avan sonnan

"Ennanga?" Ava

"Naan sonnaen 83 peru" Avan

"Neenga enna solreenga nu puriyala Mister.."

"En peru Satish. Satish Kumar" Manasula periya James Bond peran nu avanukku ninaippu.

"En peru Anjali. Neenga eda pathi pesareenga?" Ida sonna udanae A R Rahman avan pakkatula Key board vechchu Anjali Anjali paata paadi mudichitaaru.

"Inikki Bus stand la ungala 83 peru ungala sight adichaanga"

"Ada neenga ennikittu irundeengala" Ava sillaraya sedaravitta..sorry sirichcha

"Teriyala..gap la naan ungala paakumbodhu onnu rendu miss panni irukalaam"

Avanukku mattum power irundirunda ava siricha anda siripukku Americavayae vaangi kudutirupaan. Enna Bush maama kochukivaaru.

"Neenga enda project?"

Ippadiyaaga avargalin azhagaana vaazhkai kadhai aarambam aanadu........

P.S : Mudal paathi reala inikki naan bus stand la paarthadu..Second half? adu nadandu irundirunda naan yen inda blog ezhidikiti irukkaen??

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION

We all love our country and i truly believe that we all are proud about it as well. But there are moments when we feel shameful to be part of this whole lot crowd. We all must have read and heard a lot about this whole commotion raised about this KHUSBOO issue and her views. Come on guys, this is a free country and anyone is free enough to voice her/his opinions unless and until it hurts some individual.

We Indians gave KAMASUTRA to this world. We are the second most populous country on earth. And still talking SEX is taboo in our country. You, I and the ones standing outside her house with the broomsticks are products of harmony of a man and women and i believe that we didn’t fall from trees. Khuswanth Singh is correct. We Indians are the biggest Hypocrites in the whole universe..possibly solar system. The most painful thing is the mileage given by the press to this whole issue and making a mount out of molehill. I presume that most of you reading this article have friends in your opposite sex and have a nice relationship with them as well.

Today’s youth I believe, know the boundaries in relationships and barring a few odd people everyone is conscious of their limits. Had a male told the same about pre-marital sex he would have been termed as bold, visionary and ahead of his times. And when the same is uttered by a woman, all hell breaks loose and there is a cloud of doubt on her character. Why double standards? Are people stupid enough to realize that this whole issue has been blown out of proportions by opportunists to make their presence felt in the society? Ultimately pre-marital sex is every person's individual interest and opinion, but what’s wrong in saying that it can be practiced safely.

Sadly and truly, Freedom of Expression exists only in the Airtel ads in our country :-(

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Fat boy slim....

"Motu","Haathi","Takkali","Gunda","Yaanai"....these are some of the few words that i was addressed with when i studied in school. First i used to think that there was something wrong with my approach towards food, but later i realized that it was in my genes as all we cousins were blessed with some extra few kilos and harry potteresque spectacles (Thaatha enna sottu vechutu ponnaru nu kaetta ida thaan sollanum).

All throughout my school life i wanted to be slim, athletic and have a Arnold (Not russel arnold!!!)type figure. Infact it also presented me with an inferiority complex about my physique and hence i never got well along with girls (ippa mattum enna vaazhudu!!!). Infact i weighed so much in my 9th standard that even my seniors used to fear me just for my size. Perhaps after GODZILLA, i realized that SIZE DOES MATTER :-)

I managed to reduce my weight in my college days as i was away from home and also i hated my college food and ended being starved for most of the time. Whenever i used to go home i ended up eating like a native of Somalia. But still i managed to pull my weight down by my personal standards. Half of my relatives hardly recogonized me as they had never seen this downgraded version of mine in their span. Just when i thought that i had almost become a normal person....boom....i join the IT industry...i hardly do any physical activity..and i my weight has shot up.

The best excercise someone recommended i received for weight reduction was "Turn ur head left, then turn it right, now repeat the excercise for about 10 times and make sure you do the same when someone offers you yummy food."

Any suggestions???

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Rain Rain go away....

"It’s raining men...hallelujah..." Geri Halliwell was crooning loudly on the CD player. Chandru, aged 8 was dancing to her tunes and was watching the rain from his balcony.

Watching the rain was a joy and even more joyous was getting wet. Of course the trouble of catching cold was always there...but then who cares. The whole area around him seemed to have turned into an island and there was water everywhere. It seemed to him like the scene of the movie WATER WORLD where there was no sight of land anywhere. He had a small fishing net and he was fishing standing on the wall just a few meters away from his house. Life is full of fun...or so Chandru thought.



Suddenly there was commotion all over. His mom came and asked him to pack his clothes. He wanted a reason and no one gave him one. After a few minutes a few policemen came in boats and asked them to get into the boat. His parents and his neighbors alighted into the boat with some sobs and it seemed as if he was the only one who was happy at the sight of rain. He wondered why elders despised rain so much when they got to be thankful for it.

Then he remembered that he had left his favorite cycle in his house and asked his mom if they could return back. His mom already angry and furious slapped him hard and Chandru was left crying alone. Out of rage he jumped out of the boat and tried to swim. But the tide was high and he found himself drowning...drowning...drowning.....

"Chandru...Chandru..wake up. I should not have allowed you to watch that stupid flood on TV. Wake up. You are getting late to your school".

Chandru, woke up to face a new rainless day to his school in a 'desert'ed Rajasthan city.

P.S : Happened to see a boy fishing standing on a wall near my company.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Murder

"Oh My god!" he yelled.

It was unfortunate and he knew that he should not have done that.
There was blood smeared in his palm and it was disgusting to see it.
He did not do it intentionally,but was forced to do so as he had been irritated.
He saw around and went quitely to wash his hands.

Still his conscience was not ready to accept that he had killed a mosquito.

Friday, October 21, 2005

The Grudge

He saw her in a coffee shop and was shocked. It had been 10 years since he had met her and only then he remembered how he too had aged since these 10 years. Seems nature had a graceful way of making people look old. She too saw him, but didnt react as he thought she would. They had resided in the same city for these 10 years and still avoided seeing each other.

After checking out that she had come alone he went to her table and sat without asking her permission.

He :"How are you?"
She:"Yeah fine..and you?"
He :"Yeah..How is your husband? How many kids do u have?"
She:"He is fine. One boy and a girl.How is your wife?"
He :"Yeah fine."

There was an awkward silence in between them and both knew that it was out of guilt. They parted with a Good bye like old friends.

Walking out of the coffee shop he realised that even after these 10 years he could not forgive his only sister for marrying against his wishes.

Monday, October 17, 2005

The king rocks Chennai....

Ilayaraja. If some stranger were to look at him, he could mistake him for an ascetic with respect to his serene face and attire. But Raja is one single force which has changed Tamil music industry and perhaps india's as well. This show was a small tribute to the man who rose from a small village to reach the heights of the philharmonic orchestra.

The evening began with "Janani Janani" by Raja and hearing it u feel jealous of this man whose voice has not aged for ages. SPB followed suit with "Mandram vanda tendralukku" and the crowd went wild. But Raja requested the crowd to be silent when the songs were rendered which is quite the opposite of what the rest of any musician might have wanted on his show. Shreya Goshal picked up "Kaatril endhan geetham" from Johny. She wrongly pronounced the word "Thedude" as "Thodude" and when she did pronounce it rightly the crown applauded.Chennai kusumbu!!!

Raja sang "Naan thedum Sevanthi poo" and the crowd went beserk. Everyone asked for Once more and the king responded suitably. Some of the best songs of the evening which the crowd really loved were "Sundari Kannal oru seidhi" by SPB and Chitra from Thalapathi, "Shenbagamae" by Mano and Sadhana. Vaali and Raja shared their malarum ninaivugal of the same. Chitra was as usual at her best in "Paadariayen padipariyaen" and as a bonus also sang Mari mari and delighted the crowd. Personally i felt that we all missed the versatile S. Janaki. Her absence was felt when other singers rendered her timeless classics as "Kaatril ethan geetham", "Senthoora poovae", "Aasaya Kaathula" and still felt short of her standards.

Raja sang "Thendral Vandu theendumbodhu" from Avadharam and really if u were to close ur eyes and listen to that mellifluous voice i promise u could feel as if on heaven. In between Bharathiraja, kamalHaasan ,Suhasini, Vaali made entry and paid homage to the king. We expected Kamal to render "Unnai vida" from Virumaandi but he dissapointed and it was even more dissapointing to here Tippu render the same. Sadhana Sargam gave her best in "Paatu Solli" from Azhagi and she is perhaps the only breed of the North singer who sings with minimal mistakes. Parthiban kept the crowd in splits with his gundaka mandaka dialogues.

Infact the crowd enjoyed the 80s song much more than the ones which were recently recorded. "Maanguyiale" from Karagaatakaaran ruled the crowd more than one from Oru naal oru kanavu released recently. Still there were songs which we thought could have been rendered as "Ilaya Nila","Poomalayae","Raakamma","Amma endrazhikkahda","Paartha vizhi", "Sangeetha megham"...the list is endless. Whats ur list of Raja's best?

The last 15 minutes belonged to the versatile Siva Mani and he showed why he is the best drummer around. He had Drums and sticks in all imaginable sizes and played them effortlessly. Raja also sang a 3 swaram song comprising of just sa ri ga and leaving out rest 4 swaras ma pa dha ni.

Some of the yuppie gen felt bored as there were no hip shakers..but then people....this was one of the few occassions where the body took backseat and the soul took precedence. For those who miss it too much....the idiot box is always there.

Friday, October 07, 2005

To do or not to do...

He was afraid. His felt a knot in his stomach at the very thought of it. The letter in his hands which might have weighed just a few grams felt like a ton. His first reaction on seeing Gauri was to run away from the scene with the letter. He had heard of people before who given letter to Gauri and how she had shred them to pieces along with their aspirations. But he had to do it and do it NOW.

After praying all his deities he handed over his leave letter to his project Manager and hoped that she would spare him a day’s leave.

P.S : I am going to my hometown. 5 days ensooooiiiiiii.

Monday, October 03, 2005

Grahanam....

This is my friend VENKATRAMANAN's take on Grahanam in an average indian Iyer household.
Jus check this out

Friday, September 23, 2005

The PowerCut

Darkness. Mankinds greatest fear since evolution. Most people deepest fears evolve in darkess and hence mankind despises it to extremes.

Yesterday Velachery came to a standstill when it was made to suffer in darkness. The moon looked prettier than usual but unfortunaltely not many were ready to share my enthusiasm or poetic sense at that point of time. Literally i could feel the meaning of PowerCut as everyone seemed to be deprived of power and people behaved as if without electricity mankind never survived. The powercut brought me memories of my childhood and college days.

As a child i used to hug my mother out of the fear of darkness after i saw some stupid sitcom where a character got killed in a power cut sequence.I remember times when power cuts were as regular as Ganguly's batting failures in test matches. It happened every saturday and i remember how everyone would finish their samayal activities earlier on saturday.

The college days powercut are cute to remember. Immediately after power cut we used to play hide and seek. Nobody enevr knew what or who hit them and it was damn fun for everyone ...except the sufferer. We used to play Anthakshari where everyone singing talents(or the lack of it) came to lights (!!). We used to walk along the road in the moonlight talking about everything from Bush to babes. Most of us used to stare at the Ladies hostel and wonder what they must be thinking at this time:-)

I particularly loved power cuts during exam times. It was a good pretex to keep the book down and avoid studying although there were pazhams who studied under candle lights. Otherwise even if u dont want to study you had to force the ritual after watching the rest do it.

We seem to be pampered by technology. When i told my 8 year old niece about how i got lost in my childhood, she asked innocently "U did not have a cell phone to call?" She talks as if people lived in rock ages before cell phones came to existence. Powercuts are the rare times when people listen to radios and i could see it that every house in the locality had Suriyan or Mirchi shouting at the top of their voices. Also it was a relief away from the idiot box as we all friends chatted endlessly till everyone fell asleep tired of the days chores.

My roommate seemed so much pissed off that he decided to go to his company and sleep in the dormitory. Another friend of mine told how the dormitory in his company got filled after employess living nearby realized that power was not to come at the earliest.

Have we become slaves of technology? People did survive before us without these luxuries, then why do we behave as if we would be dead without them?

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Runaway Marraige

Scene 1: (Color) Outside Central jail
Ravi walks out from the jail. He watches the outside world with a bewildered look and anxiety. 10 years is a long period and he knows that the world around him might have left him back in the crutches of reality and has progressed by leaps and bounds.

Ravi was anxious to meet his mother and sister after long time. His father died soon after he went to jail out of shock. But the first person he wanted to meet were Kamal and Devi. It all happened 10 years before.....


Scene 2
: (Black and White) Outside registrar office
Kamal : Can we do this Ravi?
Ravi : Dont worry kamal. Come what may we are there to rake care of whatever comes across.
Kamal : Will Devi arrive on time?Or will she change her mind in the last minute?
Ravi : Dont worry. Out friends are waiting outside the Mandap and will escort her safely.
Kamal : I am worried like hell. If her father and brother know about this we are all doomed.
Ravi : Come on man. U and Devi have been in love for the past 2 years and everyone in the college knows that. Still her father decided to get her married against her wishes. Legally u can get married in any court of law.
Kamal : Still this could be a trouble. How glad that i have such nice friends as u all.
Ravi : Oh come on Kamal.Lets get this done and everything will happen fair and fine.

Devi and friends arrive in a car outside the office. Just as the wedding and formalities complete Devi's brother storms in a car with his goons. There is a long fight between them and Ravi and friends.
After a long fight in one heat of moment, Ravi grabs a big Arivaal and attacks Devi's brother. He falls in a pool of blood. It looks as if time had stopped for a moment and everything had come to standstill. Ravi was arrested by the police on charge of murder. While he walked to jail everyone around him cried, but Ravi smiled as he knew that there was a purpose in his actions.

Scene 3: (Color) Kamal's house
Ravi : Kamal?
Kamal : Oh my god. Ravi? U could have called me once. What a big surprise.
Ravi : The first people i wanted to meet were you and Devi. Thats y i bumped in.
Kamal : Sit down. I will bring u some coffee.
Ravi : No thats fine. Where is Devi?
Kamal : (hesitant) We will talk about it.
Ravi : No. I want to meet her. Where is she?
Kamal : (sadly) We got divorced.
Ravi : What?Why?
Kamal : There were differences of opinion between us and we couldnt solve it. So one kid remains with her and another with me.
Ravi : (mumbles)This is not fair.
Kamal : I know that how shocking it could be for u. Ravi wait....

Ravi walks outside the house. Had he himself proposed Devi a day before Kamal he could have been with her and could have lived happily with her. Now he had lost her, his valuable 10 years and also his family's love. For the first time, tears rolled down his cheeks. (fades to black and white)

P.S : I happened to see a runaway wedding in a registrar office recently.

Monday, September 12, 2005

Salaam Namaste

Bolywood factory has found a new market...NRI market.The formula seems simple. Throw a nice cool dude hero,a cute dudette heroine mixed with a foreign location, add a dash of Arshad Warsi, stir it with some nice hummable songs and garnish it with some emotions and smooches....and voila..u got a Hiphop Yuppie multiplex film and overseas hit.

Salaam Namaste is a feel-good and coming of the age bollywood movie. The surprise starts when the characters are introduced in colorful montages rather than yawny flashbacks. There is not much story to write about here. Just in short it is a story where Nick(Saif) meets Amber(Preity) and he asks her to move in with him. He promises that they would live under one roof and wont do ANYTHING.

Comeon guys grow up. Pakaatu roomla Paravai muniyamma irundaalae nama pasanga jollu viduvaanga...and he promises Preity as such...and she falls for it too.As usual the inevitable happens and then the trouble starts. She wants to have the child and he doesnt and so begins the problem. The rest is how they unite and it is all Subha mangalam.


Saif is a revelation. This guy has come a long way since DCH and now he is a star in his own right. He looks good, has a nice build and his comic timing is good. Preity looks cute, dresses between vulgarity and sexy and shreiks so hard that u could fix an appointment with ur family doc to get ur ears tested. Arshad Warsi is the friend in need tho u miss him in the same form as MunnaBhai.

The surprise package is the Multitalented yet under utilised Javed Jaffery. His Crocodile Dundysque comedy brings the house down and u yearn more for him to appear on screen.Vishal Shekars music is nice and hummable and "My dil goes hmmm" lingers to ur hearts. Since the film happens in Kangaroo land i neednt tell u that the locations were eye candy and u wish u were there.

But there are loop holes. We are never given a clear expl as y Saif has an affinity for kids and blood. Donno in which city Chef and RJ can manage such a nice looking beach facing house with a soooo wide TV. Also u have watched this situation before and still it has been packeged nicely.Watch out for the climax where u will be surprised by a grand entry by a star.

Overall...this is a perfect movie to go on with ur date. For those as much single as me...Friends hai na.

Friday, September 09, 2005

Me too Tagged :-)

Hmmmm....Vijay and Preethi tagged me.
It seemed damn easy from outside, but was tough really.

7 things u plan to do b4 u die
1. Roam around the world
2. Fall in Love with just ONE girl .... and ...MARRY her as well (vaayipae illa)
3. Look well built atleast like Saif or atmost like Arnold (ithellam nadakira kaariyama)
4. Take my parents to some foreign country.
5. Write a short story or novel and get it published.
6. Work hard and increase the strength of our charity organization SMILE(which is run by many of our noble friends) to 1000 and bring more SMILEs.
7. Be with my friends at a great farm house in my old age.



7 things u can do!!
1. Stay aWake and fall asleep anywhere, anytime as and when i wish.
2. Keep talking as long as anyone can hear(bear) me.
3. Read as many books and learn as much as i can.
4. Can make anyone feel that he has known me for long in just 10 minutes.
5. Whistle any song i like to perfection
6. Look at any cute gal without shyness (sight adkiradhunu solluda naayae).
7. Listen to music for any length of time.


7 things you can't do!!!
1. Keep my mouth shut for a day (tried it once and everyone asked "Enna jurama...udambu sari illaya")
2. Pretend to know something that i dont (my friends says thats y i will never become a manager)
3. Watch any stupid movie in any language for more than 30 minutes
4. Take bath in hot water except Diwali.
5. Go and start conversation with an unknown gal as "How about having dinner together" (Mission impossible)
6. Not say expletives to any batsman or bowler when india plays cricket
7. Forget all the crushes(especially the girl in th standard) i had in my school days and i have right now.

7 things that attract you to the opposite sex!!
1. Super Cute Attagaasamana SMILE
2. Big expressive Eyes
3. Hair
4. Sense of humour
5. Simple girl next door look
6. a nice sense of dressing
7. a cute dimple


7 things you say most
1. Shiiiiittttttttt
2. Ada paavigala
3. oh F**k
4. Goiyaala
5. Cool beans
6. O***
7. OH MY GOD

Seven celebrity crushes!!!
1 to 7. Would and Should be my dear Life Partner

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Paasakaara Pasanga 2

Thekkadi...appadi onnum super edam nu solla mudiyaadhu..

Saturday night Kiran la edaavudhu kudumba padam poduvaan nu nambi kaathirunda en nanban emmaandhu Kalanidhi maarana thitikittae thunginaan...
We got up early in the morning and went in our van to thekkadi.
Malai paadhaila sutti sutti vanda udanae ellarukkum sutti sutti mayakkam...most of us vomitted out of giddiness(ada illapa..vaandi kku vera enda kaaranamum illa)
Oru vazhiya Thekkadi vandu edho oru hotella veena pona dosia saapitu we went to Boat ride.

Engalukku adutta trip thaan ride nu sollitaanga...sarinnu kaathirundu pona...ooops...shock. engalukku munnadi pona batchla avalavu figure...ellam mallu kuttinga

Enga tripla???hee hee hee...vechchaanga bedhdha aapu

Edho Boys school teachers association lerundu kelambina maadhiri boat la earina ellaaaaarum aambilaynga.Perisu, sirisu, Karai veshti aasaami...ada paavigala..enda pakkam paathalum aan pillaigal thaan. Vidi sadi seydadu...Pasangalukku angayae mood out.Apparam enna pandradu..yarayavudu otta vendama..

Velila vedikka paathukittae oruttan sattama solluvaan "Dei maaps..anga paaru"..Boat la irunda paadhi gumbal anga paakum..anga paatha oru panni poi kittu irukkum..Innum konja neram boat la poirunda engalukku sangu oodi paadai katti irupaanga.Oru vazhiya thoongi thoongi boat ride mudichchu mazhaila oru hotella poi Lunch munch paninom. yenpa keralala ivalavu gundu gunda irukkira rice use pandringa?Some mallu please clarify.

Saayindaram Falls la poi jaaliya kulichchu fresh aanom. Naan kulichaduliyae sema super Kollimalai falls thaan. Thaani unga mela forcea vizhumbodhu edho nooru peru sendu saathara maadhi irukkum.
Apparam Theni la irukira friend veetukku ponom. Ivalavu pera paatha udanae avanga veetulayum sari teru layum edho jaadi kalavaratukku aalu vandutaangalo nu bayandutaanga.

Photo edutta aayusu korayumngaradu unmaina naan inda neram uyiroda irukavae koodathu. Digicam nu onnu irundirukalana maakal romba avasthai pattu irupaanga pola. Night Dindugulla oru hotela ransack panittu vandom. Kadasiya train erumbodu thaan romba feelingsa irundudu. Inimae ittana peru serundu oru tour eppa enga poradhu?

Whatever...Annan Bryan Adams sonna maadhiri "THOSE WERE THE BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE"....

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Paasakaara Pasanga 1

What is most desired after months of heavy work?

Quarter...Biriyani....Company of gals....or an outing with friends??

Yep...Outing with friends.

At last, we managed to gather all our friends for a mini tour to Munaar and Thekkadi. The very fact that there were 15 of us made the whole atmosphere charged up and it was total Blast. We boarded the train on Friday (26 Aug) at 7.30 PM. It was oturadu and kaala vaaruradu right from the word go.

We reached at Dindugal at 3.45 AM (somehow we woke up..there were a few gilma incidents which we witnessed on train...they will be revealed soon in this blog). From there we caught a van and reached Munnar at arnd 10.30 AM. Boy...enna azhagaana idam. Chennai la veyilla la sutti sutti Brian Lara range kku aana naanga ellarum inda cool climate a paathu asanduttom. Enga paathaalum mega mootamma, mappa, gummu nu irundudu.

Apparam after lunch we continued our journey and went Speed boating. Mazhaila Speed boating pora anda anubavam Matrix Maadhiri. i.e It cant be told, u have to experience it for urself. It was fun and weird to see people who command great respect for their technical expertise (enga goshti ila irunda makkal thaan) in their companies being turned to children on the sight of rain and cold climate. Echo point la poi oruttan inorutan aalodu pera solli katti galiju panitaanga. Gap la evano namitha trisha pera solli ellam kattaran. Thirundunga pa!!!

Nadula Hotel TV la Ashes paathom.Hmmm...ESPN STAR paathu evalavu naal aachchu.Ithana peru onna Hotel la saapita enna aagum?? Hotel gaali aagum. Paavam anda hotel kaaram. Naanga saapitu mudinja udanae antha Table Edho Tsunami vandu pona maadhiri irundudu.

Apparam Aduthaa naal Thekkadi ponom.
Anga enna paninom???
Naalaikki pakaalamaa??

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

What is Opposite Sex?

Definition : Opposite Sex
The sex which does exactly opposite to what the other person wants to do!!!!

Stupid na? Well..can u answer this query of mine? Who on earth suggested this absurd quotient of 33% reservation for Women?

Now u must be wondering why this guy is hell bent on a topic which the Lallus and Mulayams of our country are keen to quash to death. Well, today morning i saw something that i had only read before in magazines and papers. A WOMEN BUS DRIVER. I had seen female conductor in Bangalore before, but a women Driver was something i saw for the first time before my very own eyes. This triggered the queston of the 33% reservation in my mind.

First i dont understand the logic of asking for 33% reservation. Why not 50?(Adu sari 33 kae anga vazhia kaanum...50 kku engada pora nu neenga kaekiradhu enakku puriyudhu).Lets admit it that women are no longer the weaker sex. They are now as much independent as men and they have made their presence felt in every walk of life. Be it board exam results (when was the last time we had a male topper??), any profession, Charity work, sports, cinema..anything...everything.

Why do women ask for a meagre share of 33% when they can successfully run a house, a government (namma Amma thaan) or a nation? The fact that an idiot(naanethaan) is trying to emphasise it is in itself a shame. Look at the other side. There is a young girl who is raped by her father in law and the muslim body asks her to marry her father in law for that crime.
Where is this counrty heading to? Is justice dead?
Women liberation ngaradu summa pearukku thaana???

Someone please answer this.....

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Vittiyaasam...

Innaiki kaalaila oru kuzhandai schoolku porada paarthaen. Adoda anda urchaagam,excitement, energy ellam paakirappo poraamaiya irundudu. Engarnduthaan kuzhandaigaukku antha energy varumo??

Intha blog padikiravanga, apparam ezhudaravangalla 80% peru kaalaila ezhundirachcha udanae "iio..innaikki college poganumae...office poganumae.." nnu salichukira goshtigal thaan(except those who have some love interest!!). Aduttha dadavai oru Software Company bus ungala cross panumbodhu paarunga. Adulla ukaandirura paadhi perukku mela thoongikittu irupaanga, illana edhayo pari koduththa maadhiri feel panikittu iruppanga.

Yaaravudhu Anniyan (ada che...Vikram ilaa pa) ivangala paarthaana yosippan.."Goyyala...thoongumunji pasanga...ivangalaukellam oru maakan sambalam koduthukittu irukkanae..avana sollanum".Neethu night 12.30 kku(actually adhu inaikki kaalailae 00.30) veetukku pogumbodhu doorathula yaarayo paathaen. Ennada ...ivara engayo paatha maadhiri irukkae nu paatha.....MAAN (yup..Sal'man' sutta adae maadhiri maan thaan).

Velacheryla maatum thaan idu maadhiri comedy ellam nadakkumnu ninaikiraen. Antha Maan intha man a paathu oru looku vittudu. Adoda look convey paninatha paartha edho "Inna man..munna pinna oru azhagaana maana paathadillaya. Somaari" ngara rangekku irundadu. Vara vara teru naayi kooda enna madikka maatengudhu.Munnadi yaavudhu ennai paatha oru mariyaadhai kkaga kulaikum. Ippa ellam gap la oru look vittu "Idellam oru pozhappu...haiyyo haiyyo...Kelambu kelambu..Kaathu varattum" nu sollra maadhiri irukku.

Sila samayam yosikka thonum..Kuzhandaya irundirukalamo?Endha oru pirachaniyum illaama jaaliya..innocenta..chammata...vaalutanam panikittu irundirikalaam. Hmmm...ippa pulambi enna panna. Inda damage ellam meerium en nagaichuvai unarvu ennai vittu pogala. Illana yen Bayla ippadi oru poster otti iruppaena which reads "LIFE IS FULL OF FUN".
Ellam oru nambikkai thaan.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Weird News...this week

Hi Friends

One of my hobbies is to collect ODD news from wherever i get them. Here are a few samples of odd news i got this week. Just tell me your comments about them.

Bored student proposes mid-exam

A law student was so bored with his final year paper that he stood up in the middle of the exam and asked his girlfriend to marry him.Student Edin Smailovic, 29, requested permission to address the rest of the students during an economic law exam at Bijelo Polje University in Montenegro.Examiners gave their permission believing he had a query regarding the paper that was also of importance to the rest of the group.

But after approaching the front of the room he got down on one knee and asked his 26-year-old girlfriend, Edita Bikic, who was also sitting the exam, to marry him.
"I had planned to take Edita on holiday to Egypt after our exams were over and propose there, but I was so bored with the paper and so excited about the prospect of getting married that I decided I had to ask her there and then," said Smailovic.


DJ's wife sold his Lotus for 50p


A controversial radio DJ's wife sold his £25,000 sports car on eBay for just 50p after he flirted with Jodie Marsh on air.Kerrang 105.2's Tim Shaw told the model he was prepared to leave his wife and their two children for her, reports Metro.
Wife Hayley was listening and immediately posted an advert for the Lotus Esprit Turbo with a 'Buy It Now' option of 50p.
The item description read: "I need to get rid of this car in the next two to three hours before my husband gets home to find it gone and all his belongings in the street."
The car sold within five minutes.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Change...RGV Style..

How long has it been since we had a song less film in Tamil? The last I remember was Kurudipunal. Indian cinema is still one full of songs and dance and it is as inevitable as Lallo to indian politics (read it as necessary evil). Yesterday me and my friends saw "My wife's Murder". The plan was to go to Madagascar, but unfortunately there were no tickets (Do so many people watch animation movies in chennai?)
It was a simple story of Ravi patwardhan (Anil Kapoor) who is married unhappily to a nagging Suchitra Krishnamurthy. She keeps suspecting that he is having an affair with his assistant Reena(Nandana Sen). She tortures and nags him so much that as an audience u yourself could have ended up murdering her.
In one fit of rage Ravi slaps her and it turns out to be a real killer blow (Literally).Fear as they say is a very dangerous ally and Ravi ends up dumping her somewhere. Now how he covers it up and what happens next forms the rest of the story.
Its been ages since i saw an Anil kapoor movie, let alone in theatre. He fits the bill perfectly as the common man on run. Nandana Sen looks good and doesn’t overdo her role. Boman Irani as the cop investigating the murder is a refreshing change from the over the top cops in the rest of the movies. He keeps eating in the movie and I wonder that that must have formed most of the production cost.
An RGV (ram Gopal Varma) product is always technically slick and this one is no different. The sound effects are good and the girl on our back seat kept screaming for the slightest THUD. The absence of heroism punch dialogues, songs and item numbers, overacting villains, crude comedy may make an average film goer feel uncomfortable.
If u r an audience who wants to just watch an unusual movie without masala, this could be your ticket. Overall...a laudable ok effort.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Sing in the rain.....

Wow...rain in Chennai..something to cheer at last,
We got wet..we got drenched..and still we had a blast,
When the whole country was celebrating the shower of the rain,
Chennai was the only city which seemed to be in vain.

But today the rain god seemed to be in a great mood,
After being under the hot sun, this was really cool Dude,
I still remember my childhood days when in the rain i used to play,
Even after hours of raining and catching cold i used to stay.

Still remember the early days when it rained and school was on leave,
It was fun to be at home and nothing on the mind to grieve,
Like a child i was standing and collecting the rain drops,
The guy next to me wondered if i was insane and i said "No probs".


Today we dont even have time to think about natural beauty,
We call it schedule..estimation..Calls and blame it on Duty,
I feel like getting away from all this madness and take a dive,
"Whats the point of living if u cant feel alive........"

(Forgive me if this poem seems stupid...This something i m trying after a looooooong time)

Saturday, August 13, 2005

Unity in diversity?

Aug 15. The only thing that we remember related to this day is...a days holiday..school parade....mittai...oru flag shirt la kuttikiradu...PM's speech from red fort...some stupid movie on tube...some actress or actor who might not even have paid their IT will talk about desabakhti and Naatupatru...

Thats the only way i remember this day being celebrated right from my school days till now. To be frank we indians really lack a strong sense of patriotism. Most of us are blinded by regionalism and casteism. The sense that one is a tamizhan or bihari or bengali or kashmiri or gujrati reigns more than the act that we are all INDIANS.

Fortunately since i was a southie brought up in north i had a chance to analyze all kinda people in close quarters. When one guy in my college was supporting the fact that the northies are a selfish bunch of people, i reciprocated that not all of em here are saints as well. One can never brand a breed from one instance.

The fact is that we need to imbibe children with patriot values right from childhood. What this nation needs for growth is INDIANS and not regional people.

I am still surprised how united we are still as a country after all these shortcomings. The best cause when we all unite as a nation is when calamity strikes. A Tsunami, Kargil, Flood, Earthquake and Cricket (nejama illaya sollunga) and these are times when we unite as INDIANS.

Any ideas to increase patriotism among this gen X?

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Mad about Cricket....

The guy next to me asked "Whats the score?"
I looked at him and wanted to yell "Go to hell"...but curbed my instincts. There was no point in showing my anger against the Sauravs, Kaifs, Kumbles and Zaheers on this poor guy. I just said "Donno Dude..but seems they are losing"
"Those f*****g B******s...cant they play like Aussies?"

Cricket. As long as I remember I have been watching this game and following it with passion. Even exam times never dented my enthusiasm for it and I ran for the scores rather than sticking to the clark tables.

Ever wondered why this game is so popular in our country?
Simple. Ours is a country which is starved of heroes (to be correct every jawan standing at the border is a hero). We have lost hope in everything..be it our political system..be it our politicians whom we voted for and who has his wife as CM (u-know-who)...be it our municipality who lays roads once in 5 years and they crack down in an year...everywhere we have lost hope. Perhaps we see a glimmer of hope only in our Cricket superstars. Alas...it blows out in a whisper.

Winning is a habit….and so is losing. When one loses chronically he loses his desire of winning and is no more ashamed of losing. Perhaps we are the ones affected by it. Admittedly Jayawardane USED to be a good batsman…I don’t think he even got past double figures let alone a fifty for the past few months (or is it years!!!). I thought that Russel Arnold was dead and they cremated him until I saw him on tv..and he gets a fifty.

We seem to be the best team to try the opponent’s debutants and they make merry. Most of the batsmen’s best scores are recorded versus India and most bowlers bowl their dream spells against us. If a guy is going through a lean patch and we tour there he finds his feet against us.

I have a few plans which if implemented may make these guys win. Here they go
1. Hence forth we will play only with UAE, Bangladesh (they also won against Aussies..so beware), WestIndies or Zimbabwe. These countries will be asked to bid for our tour and the highest bidder will win our visit. This way these people can be helped to rediscover some form and we can also earn loads of money.
2. Every player who benefits after our visit (like Jayawardane, Russel Arnold in this case) should contribute their series earnings to the Indian government as we have helped them consolidate their positions in the team for at least a few matches.
3. After our players come home losing a series (which they are doing now regularly) they should be made to pay all their advertisement earnings in that period to the Indian government or else they should pose for Nirodh or Family planning ads.
4. The discards from other countries can be given citizenship and imported. Like Bevan (can someone explain y he is not in the team), Klusener, Imran Nazir, Steve Waugh (old is gold!!), Stuart Mcgill can be given a chance to play for India.
5. After every loss the 11 players can be made to do squats with hands holding their ears (thoppukaranam thaan pa) and it should be telecasted live after the match. The bowlers should be made to do it the number of runs they conceded and batsmen with the number of runs they made minus 100. The wicketkeeper can be punished under the law of averages method.

Cant we play the way Aussies play ruthlessly or is it that we lack killer instinct? Why is India the only team which snatches defeat from the jaws of victory?

Hmmmm…btw…Whom do we play against next????

Monday, August 01, 2005

Why Men Never Grow Up? – 2 (concluded)

8.30 PM. Mahabalipuram Beach. A gang of young techies dancing to some vibrant English or Tamil song. Everyone is having a glass of beer and is literally in full spirits (courtesy the Client).
There was a young man...far away from the madding crowd...standing on the shores of the beach...looking at the ceaseless sea and their waves...and searching for something. Its ME.

Me. The very embodiment of exuberance, the synonym of energy, the equivalent of extrovert and gregariousness in my college days. And now....Me...calm..quiet...moody...and alone.

Those who know me personally and reading this would never ever believe that this is Me. Seriousness was the last thing that you could relate to my personality. Everywhere i went i made friends and people loved me for that.

Now...i fear meeting people....

Why?

Being a normal mortal has its effects. U react to the species around you and their actions and your senses sometimes behave senseless. Just try watching a hapless single looking at a pair of lovers and you will realize what i am talking about. The pain, the craving (no i m not talking about the physical one),the exaggeration are evident and it just haunts you if you are a loner.

In my case it is not the inability to find someone.....but the inability to have someone i like. Confused? Let me solve it out. Every time I saw some pair roaming around i always dreamt as "Mera number bhi aayega". Every weekend i roamed around with the thought that somewhere walking around would be my Ms.Right and that would be the end of the search.

But life is not like the candy floss movies that we see and dream from. A girl turns back when SRK says "Palat Palat" but she would not even give u a look even u were to shout it on a loudspeaker and yell around. Reality Bites.

There are instances when we feel that someone we are in touch with is the Ms./Mr. Right and we feel for them. Their joy and sorrow becomes ours and anytime u r lonely the first thing that creeps in your mind is...What is he/she doing? Thinking about me?

The greatest fear that every love story faces is...the fear of rejection. What if she says NO? Half of the love stories in the world are the ones which start in the eyes, travel in the heart but never make it to the lips. Just 3 little words...8 letters...but they weigh like several tonnes of weight hanging around the body, soul and mind and make any sane person go mad with rage.

Alas...Love has become a time pass for many..and so it comes cheap in the market of hearts. People LOVE for few months..maybe days..go to Park, beach, cinema and few places..enjoy each others company and BOOM...its Bye Bye. Sincere love is something that is rare and infact ridiculed if ur friends are to come about its very existence in your heart.

The logic that defies my understanding is that girls agree instantly to marry good guys once their parents find a match for them. But if the same guy were to propose to her and tell her that he wants to be with her for the rest of their life...they reject it flatly. Why the double standards for love and marriage?

I know the question in ur mind. Is this guy in love?

Keep guessing.......

Monday, July 25, 2005

Why Men never grow up? - Part 1

There was this book i saw in Landmark. "Why Men lie and Women cry". The title claimed it to be a best seller and going by the title of the book i can say that any normal man or woman would be curious enough to give it a dekko. A glance through it and i found that it said about want men find attractive in woman (yeah it got some anatomy photos) and the vice versa. They had interesting topics as why men never make any commitment and why women nag (though they never admit to!!!) and why men always fall in love.

The last one made me think real hard. Wasn’t it true? Men always fall in love easily. Very easily. I have seen many of my friends go through their so called LOVE and as a guy i have been through it myself. The trouble is (now what i am going to say is something guys won’t agree and women would accept instantly) that men are too naive to understand what love is. Any girl that looks cute is a 25% target for love, and if she smiles at you the probability becomes 50%. If you happen to talk to her and she responds well in return it becomes 75% and if this continues for more than 2 days, it is 100% love. BOOM. Look.....how easy it is.

The basic question that arises is...why should one fall in love? A few answers that i could arrive at after a lot of research (??) are
1. Look, the economy needs to grow and for that people need to spend. Why the hell on earth would a boy buy some expensive bloody gift to a boy or taking him out to movie, restaurant, beach etc? Of course not. That’s y he ends up falling in love with a girl and burns his pocket for her sake(don’t ask me what he gets in return...u r not that stupid is my guess).
2. Men love bragging and showing off. What better to show off then a hot chick and i bet that the most lovable thing they would brag about is how a girl talked to him, how he flattered her, how she responded to his signals(idenna transmitteraa??) and how she fell for him(although its always the other way round).
3. One of the most cursed inventions of late is the mobile phone. And added to it is the SMS. I have seen many jodis run their love in the unlimited SMS that the operators lure them with (one of the Kaadhal tholvi guy says that SMS beep sound in love language is nothing but Sangu Maganae Sangu).Infact I happened to meet guys who literally would have taken kaavadi for Hutch for introducing the 10 paisa service from 9 PM to 9 AM. Whoever brought that plan must have been certainly a great sufferer paying huge bills (courtesy his GF) and so is repaying his service to the society.
4. Men need someone to talk to them for long hours without getting technical. Perhaps thats why men love ladies who ask them less questions (which is of course as rare as Salman wearing a shirt)
5. And yes…. the final one is the catch. Its the thrill of being in love. Admittedly this is something that frankly makes it all worth the effort and money spent.

I know what u are thinking...Is this guy in love?

Wait for Part 2 of this story.....

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

This Whistler is not from MS.....

Techies curse. I had to work till 11 yesterday and we booked a cab to return home. At 11 PM you expect people to be begging to sleep and just fall on bed….but not techies. We boarded a cab and the driver played Kaadhala Kaadhala on Radio Mirchi. Boy…these FM people are really cool. Anyone who is in love (or wants to fall in love as I want to) is really bound to be clean bold by the songs.

There was this song “Yen Iniya Pon Nilaave” playing and really I was on cloud nine and was whistling it mildly. The guy seated next to me looked at me and wondered if I had dropped from some outer space as there was hardly any trace of tiredness on my face. He looked so jaded that he could have offered his kidney in exchange for a pillow and seated next to him was me…an insomniac.

Ever since I remember I have always loved music. Though I never had any formal training, my love for music was something I was always proud about. Perhaps it had to do with a little bit of genes as I remember my grandma saying that my mom used to sing very well in her childhood days.

Once an oldie (forgive me for being arrogant) came to my grandparents house and I was playing around. Knowing our musical background he decided to take a risk that he later realized he never should have…….he asked me to sing “kozhandai…oru paatu paadaen. Unga Amma nanna paaduva”(Sing a song. Ur mom used to sing very nicely). The moment I sang a line or two, his face did a somersault and he looked as bewildered as if he had seen Pamela Anderson clad in a saree. There went my singing ambitions to drain.

To satisfy the kalaakaar (?!) in me, I practiced whistling and perhaps I am the only alive Bathroom whistler I this whole universe on date. Well..who wants to take the risk of singing in the bathroom and get mobbed by donkeys and roommates (though both could mean one and the same at times!!). The only trouble with whistling chronically is that you end up doing that every time a cute gal passes around and the chances are high that you may get beaten (I am not telling u how many times I suffered due to this).

Well….whatever one may say. Live life King Size. As Vadivelu used to sing “Sing in the rain…I m flying in the rain”. Thank god. Donkeys don’t read blogs…or do they?????

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

A new journey...

Mugamudi...The Mask.

What is the first thing that comes to your mind on reading the words MASK?

Jim Carrey? Or the Dog (u need to contact Ms.Maneka Gandhi if u said yes)?
Or Cameron Diaz (all rite...i was thinking about her as well!)

Well...apart from Mr. Carrey's rubber faced antics and Ms. Diaz's excellent and dangerous curves, what fascinated me in this movie was a revelation that every human mind suppresses it deep desires inside. These desires need a vent and almost half of the people around the world roam around masking their real feelings.

Professionals mask their feelings of promotion and make a scene as if they would lay their lives for their company (i hear u telling me "U r nuts Dude"). Boys mask their romantic and carnal feelings for some gal they get on with. Many husbands mask their hatred for their wives and act as gud as God Ram (Sorry RSS). Politicians mask their desire for money and cabinet and give a sermon that would put St.Peter to shame.

In the movie MASK, the concept that the Mask serves as a outlet of one's deep desires (ex. Carrey's love or watsoever for Diaz) was what made me love it. This blog pretty much is the same as well. The ordeals that you would have to go through while reading this blog, would be to travel with me in the journey of life. Apart from that we will give our expert(!!!) exchange on films,music,cricket,football,tennis,religion,love,hatred,politics,corruption(agreed mate..its synonimous with the word before),kavithai,kalachaaram and possibly everything that exists on earth.

So...wat r u waiting for???

As Carrey says in Mask "SOMEBODY STOP ME".

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