Brief takes…

Nothing positive, I could think about the movie, ‘Tashan’, much hyped before its release. This movie is such a crap, I have seen in recent times. As Masand rightly pointed out, sleeping audience wake up only at the kareena’s bikini scene. Director cleverly placed this scene few minutes before the interval, so that the audience at least won’t miss snacks, the only refreshment. I just wonder how people, whoever involved in making, do not visualize their rubbish thoughts before bringing into the screen. If they do, surely they get long laugh at their creative work. Not like ‘Race’, which had pace and twists in screenplay, ‘Tashan’ fails to connect with scenes. If you really want to know, what will happen when four sick and nuts characters meet, there is a way to ‘Tashan’. And remember that you pay for a terrible headache.  

 

Though ‘Santhosh subramanium’ is a remake from Telugu, ‘Bommarillu’, the movie stays in fresh form. Director Raja proved again that he is good at remaking. Watching SS is truly a joyful experience. This movie takes audience along with the flow. The special mention in the movie is Genelia. Simple traits in the movie, like holding a tea cup, phone talk, horn sentiment etc. are beautifully told.  Let that be a friendship or love or family relation, everything is eye catching. Watching SS matches with the experience of having ‘vennila milkshake with icecream on top’ for the summer heat.

 

They say that the movie, ‘yaaradi nee mohini’ is commercially hit. Perhaps true, as it is a mixture of different aromas to make it as a masala package. But the proportion of mixing was not proper, which I felt. Many amateur scenes let the audience to laugh at the scenes, instead to take along with it. For example, the hero studies the java program and build a successful project over the night are the height of sick imagination. Could not believe that the story is from one of the somber directors in Tamil cinema.  This movie promises sluggish story with funny screenplay.

 

In ‘Arai en 305il kadavul’, Simbuthevan tried to give an image to his non-materialistic thoughts. The crux of the movie is that what if, God appears in front of you. Sounds interesting, but he failed a bit to present able-bodied. It’s a full length fun story. Director’s take on common men’s lifestyle, foolish religious sentiments etc. are well established in the screen. And the narration of how small we human being are fresh thoughts. In the second part, movie travels in very stagnant mode, which could be pierced better. All negatives apart, can watch once for the director’s odd attempt.

 

A big mystery in a human race!

There were many tiny tea shops in front of the institute, where I studied. Those shops didn’t have any concrete building, was just running under temporary cloth roof. One among them was owned by a couple, who had two kids, ages might be vary from 6-8. Usually we used to step into the shops in a break/whenever and also used to have small chat/play with those kids.

 

But that Sunday morning was different to me. I kept on watching those kids playing, running across. Parents were trying to control them, so that they don’t create any nuisance to the customers. But they were in full joyful mood, reluctant in listening to their parents.

 

I asked their mother, ‘Why don’t you place them in a school. Don’t you want to educate them?’

 

She responded very quickly, ‘Which parent don’t want to give education to their kids? We also want. We also wish to see them as like you all guys. But the fact is that we are not capable of. Whatever small profit we gain from this shop, it’s not even sufficient for our daily food. How could we think about their education?’.

 

I asked then, ‘What about their future?’

 

‘First let me get away from the worry of their today’s hunger. You are talking about the future. I don’t know the answer for your question’, continued serving tea for other customers. 

 

This kind of scene is very common in our country, which stands tall in world population. While some portion of people leading comfort living, other portion is in height of deprived form. Why this disparity? What’s the fact hidden in a way, our living has been designed?

 

Keeping the grown-up people aside, why kids to suffer? Provided an opportunity, we were born in an affluent family, were given good education, attained social status, having fun and leading a worry-free life. Are we really overwhelmed with good deeds even before our birth? What about the children, who were born in the roadside? Whose fault is this? Who is to be blamed? How an almighty chooses a kid for so-so family or say, society? Number of un-answered questions is revolving. A big mystery!

 

Are really rulers worry about? Or at least think about? They are convinced that their job is over after announcing a periodic plan to micro-population(how far it reaches the needy people, that’s another sad story). To hell with those selfish, shameless creatures.

 

My concern here is that why can’t government adopt the underprivileged kids segment under the defined age group from the entire nation to provide food, cloth, shelter and education and groom for future India. In front of the expenses, government make for sports, defense, and security etc., the cost needed for this holy effort is defensible. After all, it’s for making a human race with humanity.

Break the rules…

Why things are needed to be carried in conventional way always? What if, happens unconventionally?  The thought has been jamming in mind since long. Here goes, ‘break the rules act’…

 

You can not directly go and sit in your boss’s desk and attend his calls. Your father won’t produce the bill for your stay at his home every month. Your girl friend never allow you to watch the movie with another pretty(J) girl. So, there is a limit. With that limit, keeping in mind…

 

Imagine yoy are writing an application to the corporation authority by requesting to take care of stinking problem at your residential area(you can write similar to your boss also, you please try yourslef)… UNCONVENTIONALLY, breaking all the etiquette of ‘formal’ letter writing…

 

 

hi dude,

 

howz u doin yaar? nd ur wife, children, parentz, left, right, opposite neighbors? All fine naa?

 

my side s quite okay.. my family, my boss, my boss’s family…J all fine. Job s cool… comp s doin so far so gud… how come?!… fine wit tht… this scorchin sun… my god… irkin me yaar… is tht bcos f tht opposite party? Huh!!

 

wat else dude? Ystrday I saw in tv tht u wr screamin at one guy like anytin.. man.. was frightened… control yaar.. control… screamin s not gud for health… okay… btw, i wantd to ask u.. wats d secret of ever glowin white outfits? how u protect frm stains yaar… ny undrground agreemnt with HLL… u lucky chap, ’dhoti’ s cool for ths summr.. y dont u advise to corporates?? dont wory.. v dont pull each othrs… huh!! one more thing,  congrats for the last big fight won at assembly… wow.. I wanna see ur stunt master… hey, juz jokin… keep rockin…

 

hey, I forgt… last weeknd I saw ur family at cc mall… guess, ur kids r njoyin their summer hlidaz.. ny plan u have for their holiday trip to nywhr? Chck out ‘mahindra holiday package’.. my frnd told tht its worth.. my goodness, I hv juz born baby.. otherwise, my wife would hv dragged me to some corner f ths earth, which is more injurious to my bank balance.. huh!! J wat abt urs??

 

thn… how bt ur diet n xercises? Hv been watchin ur belly xpandin day by day… ha haa… kiddin!! Y dn’t u join n O2 r sumtin? It’s cool, u know…

 

hmm.. comin to the point.. comon man… do sumtin for stinkin pbm at our place… else u also come n stay with us… nothin happns, f*** uoy…

 

okey, wil catch u latr…

 

take care.. bye bye…

 

xxxxx

 

 

Like the above one, below is another kind. You are composing a mail to your friend about weekend movie plan. UNCONVENTIONALLY, breaking all the etiquette of ‘casual’ writing to the friend.

 

Respected friend,

 

Sub.: Confirming your availability for this weekend’s movie plan – Reg.

 

As we have decided, I have booked tickets for the movie, ‘I don’t care crocodile’s arse’ on Sunday(20.04.08 )  for 11.30pm show. Here by, may I remind as well as kindly request you to be available for this commitment without fail. Attached is the copy of movie tickets, I bought. I will let you know, if any changes in plan occur.

 

Thanking you.

 

Yours obediently

Xxxxxxxxxx  xxxxx x x

Xxxxxx xxxxxx

Xxxxxx

 

 

(Very imp.: CC to your friend’s Mum and Dad)

 

 

Unconventional acts can not be rooted to the core. Still it’s limited up to an imagination, won’t harm any(including usJ). If this thinking brings smile on your face, it’s good for your health. For me too.

See.. Its’ HOT…

“No boss, I didn’t ask for coffee”, I said.

 

The guy at the counter, “No sir, you asked for coffee”.

 

Me, “No boss, I might have asked for tea”.

 

“No sir, I am sure that you didn’t ask for tea, but for coffee only”, the guy replied.

 

I had this quarrel at Om Muruga canteen, Velachery, the one place I prefer to have a cup of tea over coffee almost everyday atleast one time.

 

Why he should lie? I might have asked for coffee only. Yes, I asked. Because I knew that coffee means a lot to me.  

 

“OK… no issue… I take this coffee”, moved to the corner. But consciously unconscious asking of coffee centered out in my mind.

 

Coffee means grey, coffee means warm, coffee means energy, coffee means hi, like many gives the definition. The movie, ‘Pyar ki side effects’, gave a naughty definition too. But, what coffee means to me? More than a drink, it means a lot. My morning, work, mood, break, fun, bliss, gloomy, end etc etc. So no wonder that I was easily convinced that I might have asked for coffee only.

 

During my MBA days, it was believed that B-School guy’s typical day cycle rolls with coffee/tea, cigarette, google, bench and beer. Still at this career life, same routine trails, with the addition/deletion of something, but coffee/tea never get replaced. I start a day with a mini cup of hot coffee(hot is very important to me) at Hot Chips, Ashok Nagar. If I miss a cup, it makes me to feel like that I miss something in the fine morning.

 

In my early days, I used to get scolding from my mum for my numerous coffee consumption. At that time, my coffee schedule inclined like this, pre-brushing, post-brushing, pre-breakfast, post-breakfast, goes on and on. But these days, mum reminds me, “take the coffee from the flask, kept at the kitchen”, during my rare visits to home. She might be understood that I could not get the best coffee outside like the one, she serves me. Though we have CCDs, Qwiky’s and baristas, mum prepared is always special. Right?

 

Despite my friends’ severe warning on outsized consumption of coffee, which may lead to health hazards, me showing ‘never care’ attitude, but with a little fear in my mind. Is that serious?

 

Corby Kummer has traveled all across the nations to find out all the possible methods to make a great cup of coffee and has written a book, ‘The Joy of Coffee’. Interesting. We are no more in front of him to talk about coffee. Let me stop here to browse through the e-book and you?

 

Fighting sleep…

Still I could not figure out that whether sleep is my friend or enemy. Why because that I don’t feel like sleeping, while it should be needed and don’t feel like opening eyes from sleepy as well its’ a needed job. We know people sleeping during travels, reading, listening, at work desks even. I know, one of my friends used to kiss sleep even while washing cloths. Don’t know that still he does. Long live Mr. X.

Very late at nights, still I stay awake, as though I don’t know whats’ that activity. Feel very much reluctant to close my eyes. Some times, do think that the activity is the waste of time, since we live so short in this long life. Same reversal feelings when I wake up also. Why I should I wake up? I enjoy long stay at the bed. Should I disturb it? I love the moment, even though its’ a laziest thing. Wish to get up at a reasonable early time, while setting the timer. Switching off the timer, when it cries. Set the new time, say with half an hour gap, and repeat on-off till the neck reaches. Do I stop? Nah.. Now just reduce the time gap from half an hour to say five minutes and enjoy the sleep back. It keeps rolling for n times. It’s really a joyful ride. You can also try!! And finally I wake up, reluctantly.  

 

One thing, I understood that I am fighting sleep, either to win or to lose. Does everyone?