Thursday, November 5, 2009

What it takes to update!!!.

"I need to update my blog" - this line has been on top my head for two days now, coz I was totally vetti (vella) at work and coz I hav committed myself to be a regular blogger (read am that scared of kavi or harini naggin me to update :P). Also I dint want this blog to feel left out coz of my all new photo blog :P

So, "What do I write about?" - this has been on my head from early this morning (theres a lead time of a day between the decision to blog and actual process start) and have tried my best not to request for suggestions on my status msg :P

Maybe, something not like my usual ones - maybe lemme think like Harini for a min...... thinking........mmmmmmmmm..... Tag Post"ies"!!!! What are the ten thingies you wish to hav? What are the ten places you would love to visitie? Who are the ten people you wish to give a hardie time? What are the ten things that come to the top of your mind for a new blog idea? - There it is, top ten things on my mind for a blog idea :) Thats what am gonna write about :) Thanks Hari dear :)

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1) Tag posts - list down ten random things, tag 10 people and bug them to do the same. am more for jus bugging people and hence would spare the listing part of it. wouldn't want too much of a overhead :P

2) Poetry
- as much as i love writing (and reading) them, as much as i know what Kavi would comment :) and as much as I want to stick on to tht genre alone... I want a Change!!!! Primarily coz i want to save the good ones to go along with the photos :)

3) Prose - am saving all the thoughts for a short story am writing for a contest... guess would have to wait till I complete, submit there and gets published there :)

4) Philosophy - ok am new to this end of philosophy :P been more on the recieving end (my philosopher would agree). I just have one i came up with today - "Missing" is a contagious chain reaction!!! Lemme start blogging on this now........

When you miss someone, it starts a chain reaction within yourself and you start listing out all the people you miss dearly at the moment. Not just that, you make this low feeling spread across to the near ones (read next to you at the moment). Hence its contagious too!!! Now if these two lines have either made people away miss me so much taht you cant directly hit me on my head :P or made you realise you too miss someone that bad... "Mission Accomplis!!!" (P.S. : Raghu it all started with me thinking of how i miss waking you up with my sweet lil song :P) .. now that even I can't take more of my philosophy, i switch to the next option

5) Life @ Kol - I will have 2-3 things I like about Kol which might fall under the micro-blogging Vishwa was talking abt and a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge list of things that make me believe this city sucks !!! (for my dear Bengali friends - please read it as why Kol doesn't suit me or like me that well)... for the hate list, I sure will blog on that once i get back form home next time, coz everytime I come back and land in Kol, theres one new item added to the list :) Like "Citi never sleeps", "My Kol-hate-list never ends" :P

6) Art - still to come out in public is my artistic talent ( people, trust me I draw :) and quite decent at it :) One good passionate time pass activity.. Converting a pic taken by Deepak to a sketch, once that is done, will upload my fav ones :)

7) News - current affairs?!?!?! and me :O ... not been getting along well offlate... I have this bad habit of "I can't follow the news propoerly if I dont have the physical copy of Hindu on hand and hot piping tea on the table and mom yelling at me to go get ready :)" - as a result I end up getting late news more often than hot news :P

8) Nostalgia - this has become an audience request (read reader's choice) now. Sups has already requested for one on MIT days, and if I do that, I will feel bad abt leaving behind the fun days at VGSOM and for all you know I might end up writing on Cognizant and CavinKare days too :P (Not a bad idea...... :P).. will work on different concepts (somebody get me the thinking cap pls :P)

9) Reviews - wanted to very badly write one on Chetan Bhagat's 2 states - refrained for two reason a) I was lazy and b) my dear thambi Sankar has already written my thoughts on people's thoughts on Chennai.. why redundancy in blogosphere... definitely not, atleast till I can make a travelouge :)

10) Random Ramblings - on shopping, on travel, on eat-outs, on people, on life, basically on everything :P... that's what am good at and am sticking on to that :) (if this post classifies to be random enough).... Imagine the plight of people (read Sriram) who have to hear it day in and day out and people (read Bala) who will be bugged to read and comment and few others either long lost or recently lost :P

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Now that my intention of updating the blog is done, I shall sleep peacefuly :) Also, I shall save the rest of the world from tagging and asking them to do the same and thrust more misery on my readers :)

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Disclaimer : All names taken in this post were just for fun or to make them more popular :) and not to hurt anyone or their feelings :)

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Making of remakes

Ok, some pause to life and its ramblings, to philosophical thoughts :P, to all that goes working in a devil's workshop (read idle mind)... Had promised myself to write a lighter post soon and here I go...

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Am no film critic, but a film lover in the sense i appreciate movies that make sense to me... from that point of view my take on two remake movies i recently saw...

For the record - I sincerely feel the original essence can never be captured in a remake or at least will not appeal if the same person watches both the versions... one ends up liking the version one has seen first rather than the better version... (the very same reason i liked Jay Jay over Serendipity, Manasellam and Idhayathai Thirudadhey over Love Story and loads on similar lines). Also one might just avoid seeing a second version ( I couldn't even try watching Saathiya and Hindi Ghajini after seeing likes of Maddy and Surya respectively and Bhool Bhulaiya after Shobana's mind blowing Manichitrathazhu or Jyothika's Chandramukhi)... The list is longer, with an amazing list of languages we follow and amazing list of movies on hand, we are bound to love some, like some, dislike some and more so hate some :)

Right now, my two cents on two recent Tamil flicks...

Ninaithale Inikkum - Now one might wonder if this even deserves a review or a comment... i just felt it might, coz this this is the genre that gets remade left right center from language to language across the country :P Theres a college building, 4 friends, more classmates, 2 gangs, a love story to blossom and break and get back at the end, a revenge, a student union, 5 songs, 2 fights, 10 senti dialogues, a prof/dad to lecture the kids into well being.... Simple, typical Indian cinema story line... but the way its conceived by the director comes out right only the first time. "Classmates" the original Mallu version, was sweet despite all the commonalities... was fresh, was at least well defined screenplay... enjoyed the movie not just coz prithviraj was there :P but coz it got the college theme across in full spirits. In the Tamil version, prolly the focus was more on remaking and ended up being a parade of scenes with not much of correlation. The essence was lost, and so was my interest. I seriously sat down wondering would the effect be the same on first time viewers, and it indeed was!!! So much for the effort taken to remake every single movie to every possible language....

Unnai Pol Oruvan - There was A Wednesday, there was a movie out there that has made an impact, there was a Nasrudeen Shah who was impeccable, there always was. Chennai would never know what it is to be a Mumbai to relate to A Wednesday, but Chennai did. Thanks to Unnai Pol Oruvan. Thanks to Kamal Hasan and Mohan Lal for making us forget it was yet another remake. There were things that were done even better than the original.. the detailing that had gone into every character, the dialogues, the political relevance, getting Chennai to relate to all this - it made me feel good about a remake that good movies should not be lying down for one set of audience alone, remakes are for the good only if it comes out not just as a remake :)

P.S.: I watched Unnai Pol Oruvan before Ninaithale Inikum, was all positive towards watching remakes, but that one made me go back to my earlier view point of "no to remakes" :P So much that am warning people not to watch Wanted - it was a hopeless journey from Telugu to Tamil Pokkiri already :P

Monday, October 5, 2009

Quoting it...

Every time i read something, i have this bad habit of associating it to my life, and figuring out where i stand with respect to what i read. Many times i find a match - i am happy, elated, depressed, down or discouraged depending on what i read. Also from whom i get to read that...

Every time i read something that reflects upon life, i share - with those who might relate to it, with those i can discuss it with, but most of the time with those who have no clue about what am saying or why...

Every time i read something it means i have got it from a dear friend who wants me to read it coz i might enjoy it, accept it or comment about it...

Every time i read something i run to this dear friend for sharing my joy, disturbing thoughts, anger, comments and what not. We might agree upon, we might not.. but i still go for it... its unworthy otherwise...

Time and again, words have made what life is. Time and again words have made people. When my best friend once sent me a different kind of quote, that made my life, little did i know i would live up to it or let it go... hes made me read lots of his scribblings, and lots of others ramblings....and years later this one amazes me the most...

"In the quest for love..One lost sight of friendship..And in the quest for friendship..Another lost sight of love..Whether one was wrong or the other was right..Only fate will tell, only time will decide..Meanwhile the wheels of life roll on..And the distances in between grow..Soon each will be too busy to keep the other in the know..And a friendship and a love will be lost to both...."

Now i wonder how much of it should i relate to... how much to myself, how much to people i know, how much to the life i never or shall never again know... Probably there are things in plain words that could just not be my cup of cake, and i should "Let Go" and "Read" just for the heck of it!!! After all i just can't imagine life is just like how i read about it.. i need to see it to live it.. :)

P.S: Sri next time you send a quote, send me the source as well :-P Can't imagine you writing them all, and can't google for the source myself every single time... And next time you make me read something, stop me from writing about it :-)

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Back to schoooooooooooooooooooool !!!!

Ok, been a while, a long long while, since i wrote, since i spoke, since i was there out in the open. Right now I feel a rush to do it all at once :-) , when I can feel the scent of the fresh air around me, when I can feel the importance of being “Me”.

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This post is a little too special, especially coz this goes to that entity which has made me what I am, even to the extent of what made me write, what me a person who could be no less proud of where I come from.


How many would actually not hesitate to jump and scream on just seeing some random person on the road wear your school uniform, years after you are out of that place, and feel so damn proud about it? How many would keep their heads high and with an air of attitude, proudly tag themselves to the school they come from? How many would wait for every single chance to sneak back to school and go from classroom to classroom looking out for every single teacher who has taught them in every single class, greet them with joy and get recognized right away and get all the blessing from their hearts? How many would remember the roll call order of the class till date and use the same order to track friends down? How many would still think of the entire batch of school friend’s the best of the lot? Am lucky am one of the rare few. I luckier that am friends with and went to school together with a majority of the rare few am talking about. :-) DAV Girls School Gopalapuram rocks!!! Hail my 10B!!!

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This is what inspired me to write this - http://davgirlsgpm.com/ - My Alma Mater that matters the most!!! DAV is still going places….


Coming to why this post… it’s a toast…DAV brought out the speaker and writer in me. Thanks to Jyothi Ma’am (Jyothi Srinath)- the one person I think of every time I write a poem or update a blog (if anyone knows her contact details, pls lemme know, or tell me how I can track her down – I so badly want to share all my writings and make her proud), she made a poet out of a simple 3rd std kid, sending a ridiculously funny poem for a London poetry writing contest, and it has got me all the way here. It all came in loads and nothing lesser – studies, fun, friends, teachers and everything else. I started with something else in mind, and here I am carried away by memories that I am just leaving it here, for people to have their own nostalgia running…


For every 10B girl reading this (be it Anita, Aparna, Archana Raju, Archana Ravi, Y Archana, Bhuvaneshwari, Deepa, Deeptha, C.Dheepa, Dhivya, J.Divya, Geetha, Gifrina, Hemamalini, D Jayanthy, M Jayanthi, Jyothsna, Kavitha, Krithika, Lakshmi, LPD, G Madhu, R Madhu, Miru, Neha, Nithya, Padmavathy, Papeetha, P.S. Pavi, S.Pavi, Rajalakshmi, Rama, G. Ramya, (R.Ramya) , Ranjani, Saradha, Sathya Priya, Sreelalitha, A.Sukanya, K. Sukanya, Varalakshmi, G.Vidhya, H.Vidhya) – “Aazaadi, dil ki…. Freedom.. to be.. “ “Netru no no, naalai no no, life il tension endrum no no”… :-)

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P.S. : Non 10B or non DAV girls – Am back to serious blogging, blogs for rest of the public will be updated soon… Till then keep blinking at portions of this post which doesn’t make sense to you. :-P

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

A Dream, a Change...

When you actually feel its been a while since you blogged, when you force your mind to think, when you force your body to shutdown into a deep slumber, when you have nothing else to do, you write or rather dream of writing, result is what i have here...

As always, thanks to the world for giving me so much of things to write about... I can never run out of issues :)

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With the down pour of a beautiful rain and the fresh scent of wet sand, something was missing all of a sudden – Me! I searched and searched out in the balcony where I had danced all along, out of the building where I had always been and out in every possible corner I could normally hide. But I hadn’t chosen to hide. I found myself sitting alone in the rain, drenched, yet smiling on the lush green lawn, facing the mighty mountains. Only I could hear the faint music of rain that I always liked dancing to, only I could feel the chillness of the place hit my face, only I could feel that I had them all.


I loved it there. The rain was too good to me. It left me to myself, smiled at me and let me hide myself behind its miraculous droplets. I sat there counting each one of them as if they were the most precious gems on earth. I was too cozy to even stand up, I didn’t want to come out of this comfort- I was scared I would skid and more so because I have to catch myself if I did. I still claim that sitting there is the best thing I could do, and sit there swaying to that faint tune.


I swayed and swayed only when I heard a distant beep. It was 5 a.m., in my room, on my bed and the only beep I heard, that disturbance that excited me out of a realistic dream was the usual service message and I stared at it disappointedly for long till when I could sleep again.