Velipaadukal - Biography of a sacred cow!

Dr Shahul Ameen comes up with a short film which is altogether different from conventions and which can be easily remarked as innovative. The film takes a satirical approach most times but never really drags away from truths. Where the film suceeds most is in waking one's conscience and invoking an argument with your self, over matters of loosing virtues and idle beliefs. Best thing abt the film was that the makers were prudent enough to concentrate on the storyline and rather not go for a fancy approach considering the futuristic nature of the subject, which cud have easily taken away the attention from the content. All said a few concerns did occur. On more than one occasion i felt the film gave an experience of sitting in a debate hall with vague remarks floating around. In any society rational and different thoughts maybe ignited at some specific points through individuals, but more often they explode only in time and groups. If u r to believe this, maybe the climax may look a bit odd and hasty. Although, if Lintu is considered as just a representative of a larger group then there should not be any such issues. Woman has always been the victim of ignorance. In a futuristic society where an advanced or more logical thinking is bound to prevail there is no reason to believe that woman wont be having a better status. But since the film is trying to project the increasing materialistic nature of the society this can be reasoned. In an environment of competition and dominance someone has to pay, something is to be lost. One other remarkable thing is the delibrate attempt in the odd naming of characters and the holy book, thus to prevent the viewers in developing wrong ideas and finding connections. Special mention is due for the actors who gave some solid performances especially the one who did the protagonist Lintu. Also two other artists to look out are the ones who did Lintu's rightist friend and the aunt at the Non-Oral Molecular transfer centre both of whom impresses with subtlety in actions. All in all a fantastic effort and three cheers to everyone behind the work!. Job well done! For more details abt this short film visit http://reactionshots.in/

Travelling Southwards!

Today may not be a blue moon but in my blogging calender it surely is one. Here is another (not so successful) attempt on pushing out my disturbing yet exciting thoughts which most of the time refuses to come out.

This reminds me of all those enviable love stories which the legendary Tamil film director K.Balachander presented us with in his days of glory be it be a 'Punnagai Mannan' or a 'Thiraikal Ezhuthiya Kavitha(Ek Duje ke Liye)'.How often has he made me into a hypnotized spectator travelling along with the minds and thoughts of the protagonist and his partner in love, wishing them good luck in their desperate search in 'finding neverland'. Leaving alone the romanticism in the notes i often wondered about the possibility of such relations where the worry quotient is not alone a single factor like the usual stubborn parents who sketch out paths for their children to track down all the way or the even more common third party villain with all kinds of inhuman (very much human actually) tactics in his search for worldly pleasures. He portrayed a series of differences and threw in arguments of all kinds in utmost genuinely for the parents to battle down the case. Boundaries would be created in the name of state, walls erected on cultural grounds and even the way in which the tongue twisted when one announces their arrival on planet earth would be counted. If these were reasons not good enough then comes the deadliest of all bombs. And the worst part of it is that this would be in the name of the one, who will be the first to raise his hand if seeked for a consensus. Scholars still refer him 'The Truth".

Strange are the ways of God. Taste for the Mozart's rhythm, the chat engine and a secure membership in the social middle class was all that they had in common. Or was it so? Maybe the lord was looking for something different to keep himself amused. After all two like patterns might have prompted him in thinking why two in the first place.

She came from the head and he is from the tail. She spoke the dialect of the majority and he expressed in the distinct minorities tongue. If Rama's successful lankan campaign was the reason for her to burst the fire crackers he did it to celebrate the fall of the mighty 'Mahishasura'. She bows in divine worship with the one he finds his alarming appetite ringing. Even nature had ways to distinguish them. He was a proof of the existence of the Sun God and she represents the belle of the Himalayas.

Truth is still stranger than fiction (Read Truth Sucks!) and truth of the matter is that not often we get to eat a promptly ripe mango. Platforms were laid over periods and chains are not meant to be broken. A tiring wait in the long queue may get them a ticket to heaven but the journey is still on. As the strategy of the gentleman's game goes, take it session by session. Jumping the final hurdle may still find the finishing line still a mile. Hey speeding breeze, pass through the backwaters, for you are the one who is to help my friends be fresh as ever.

1,3,5,7....

All characters and situations are purely out of imagination and resemblances are very much accidental. Eachtime i write something this is how i wish to convince everyone else. But invariably it ends up a big failure. Memories take me back to the days when i worked hours and hours on various permutations and combinations to develop a substitute to the alphabets for a much secure diary note. And never did get disappointed when all my hardwork turned futile when my sister decodes it before i take the next glass of water. Maybe fictions are for the imaginery. Those distinguished few who are blessed with the ability to transmogrify the fastest happening thing - thoughts!. If that wasn't the case the Ruskin Bond's and the M T Vasudevan nair's would have far greater competition.

Ah...the dream to become a writer was not the first of its kind. Shattered was the fantasies of the eight year old when he was boed off by a limited crowd of similar age with a rhythm maybe better than his attempt to emulate the legends composition, turned all in vain. End of the world it seemed until he learnt to caress more perceptible dreams. Maybe he would have recollected the words of advice God gives to every new performer before they are introduced to his favourite theatre. If you help one I credit u good. Helping two you are great,three you are greater still. To come to the aid of four i call you Human.

Memories of a train journey

Long since my last blog.Unlike other times this one is made simply to make one.Its summer time.Heat is really telling on u.Everyone seems to have tuned to different lifestyles.Work,work and more work.Wonder how quickly times change. Two days back after an official meeting happened to return alone by train.Even before the train left the platform the tiredness of the day turned me into sleeps.But soon got up on some loud laughing voices.Two MBA students,a girl and a boy was sitting opposite to me.I know its a bad habbit but dont blame me, anyone blessed with hearing abilities would have overheard them leave alone a faint soul like me.Eventhough the Englishmen left us more than fifty years ago shades of dependency still seems to remain in our veins.Their conversation covered a wide range of topics from Rahman's music to the workload in the software industry. My mind went back the times when we all travelled together and was even more louder earning the envy of everyone else around.Gone are those days of glory.Atleast all is not yet lost. I am expecting a tough fortnight ahead.Also some usual reunion and touring plans going on for this weekend holidays. God helping hope everything will go on fine.

Show must go on....

Back home after one more pathetic attempt at redeeming those golden moments.The moments that i spent with my friends. But the try was just a failure as an 8 yr old regathering the burnt wax and attempting to make a new one.It just strengthens the fear that its not going to be the same again.But as the anchors say,"the show must go on". Enough of sentiments.Now to some news.Since i havent blogged for a few months now,i have not written some of the important happenings,some personal tragedies too.Its heartening to know that most of my college mates have started earning some way or the other.Even i have got a relief. Some are tying knots and others planning to do so.But again the fear of missing them catches on to u.All's well that ends well! Back again to where i started.We(kichu,Pcr,Hrishi & me) went to the beach today.Enjoyed the eve.Talked lot.Each had their share of news to share.Be it for a few hours all seemed like those good old days. These moments of happiness are fast becoming like a dew in the desert.Last night when i happened to chat with one of my friends i came to understand that i am not the only one having this feeling.Never understood what they meant when told that college days are the sweetest. Ah...there is no better teacher than life.Let me take leave on this note.

Midsummer nights dream!

Last few days went rather without much happenings.Everyone is now showing the effects of boredom.The toll of the summer heat contributing.Me too passing through difficult times.As one of my friend said the other day-maybe double impact.A rare feeling of insecurity is taking over.The straight drives in the play field and the shadows in the silver screen are just a momentary relief.But as Geoffery says one should have butterflies in the stomach to play a good knock. After flexing our muscles that evening and killing the tiredness through the squeezing of three lemons...we were regathering ourselves in the cool breeze of the night.Then all talks were converging to one point-next move?Eagerness and anxiety was seen in all.Banglore-the dream city of the technically qualified was a common suggestion.Atleast it provides a ray of hope. Ah..Hope!The real keyword which prompts us to carry on is still providing the colours for my dreams.

For a start....

The idea for blogging really appealed to me.A change from the conventional diary system. There isn't anything which makes u feel bad as missing ur dear and near ones.Friends...if at all there is an asset...its u guys. I believe that i was lucky enough to have these many friends.Barring a few incidents, memories with u all at CEP were the sweetest. Now that the B-Tech classes are over,like most of the others days are becoming longer and boring.What next?that question...that cruel question...is echoeing. What else to say these last days...always keep in touch!