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. 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".