Annual report of my blogging in 2015. Thanks to all of you for following my blogs and commenting on the various blogs I write. I am truly encouraged.
Annual report of my blogging in 2015. Thanks to all of you for following my blogs and commenting on the various blogs I write. I am truly encouraged.
I have read a lot of couplets from the world-famous Tamil literature called “THIRUKKURAL”. For those who have not read or heard about this great literature, please enlighten yourself by clicking on the link below. It will definitely be an amazing experience for you probably Life Changing…
Every Tamilian is so blessed to have an iota of opportunity to learn this literature during the school days and remember it till the grave. One such chapter this book talks about is called “HOSPITALITY” which is classified under a broad heading Righteousness.
Well, I was tremendously busy organizing for a big festival in my apartment recently (17th September 2015). As a Chairman of the festivities committee, I was responsible for various tasks and one among them was distributing the invitation cards or rather inviting people to the pompous ceremony. My committee was so amiable and big hearted that we decided to invite all the vendors who serve our building including the maintenance staff, housekeeping, security, iron wala, flower, water, paper vendor, street vendor outside our compound, etc…Though this suggestion was spontaneous from me, my team of 20 people unanimously agreed and cheered for it as we all knew that it was a very noble thing to do.
Arrangements for the festival was in full fervor. Almost all the invitations were distributed as on the penultimate day excepting for one. Yes, I just quickly grabbed one invitation pack from my home and walked along with my kids down the stairs to drop them of at the school-bus pickup point which is in the main entrance of our apartment. Bus was on the dot and the kids boarded them in no time. I waved a big bye to them and walked towards the coconut vendor whose has got his shop in the pavement on the main road adjacent to our building. This gentlemen by the name Elumalai has a very humble, polite and courteous smile always and he was of course in our invitees list.
As soon as he saw me walking towards him he fumbled and started dusting a rusted stand in which he used to rest in between his arduous routine of standing the whole day. He greeted me with his characteristic smile and asked me to be seated. For a moment honestly I thought I have entered his house. Though we almost see each other every day, I could vividly sense a unique warmth in his hospitality at that moment.
Since it was quite early in the morning, he had just bought a cup of tea for himself and was about to relish it when I happened to go and invite him for the festival. With no second thoughts, he grabbed a disposable cup from his makeshift place and quickly poured half of his tea onto the other cup and offered it to me with all humility. I was simply taken aback by his hospitality at that point in time because I know how valuable is a cup of tea for a street vendor and how much more it is to drink it hot especially during the early morning. I instantly became very conscious about these two things and tried to politely refuse his tea. But he immediately replied to me “Sir, I have bought this tea from a good place, and therefore you can definitely have it sir.”
Though I felt very ashamed of myself on his perception, I felt so proud and happy on being a recipient of such a great hospitality on the road side which many of us are not able to display inside our house. Without any exaggeration, let me tell you that I could instantly recollect the couplet written by the great saint Thiruvalluvar who had said the following in his HOSPITALITY chapter as below.
வித்தும் இடல்வேண்டும் கொல்லோ விருந்தோம்பி
மிச்சில் மிசைவான் புலம்.
Does anyone even need to sow his field if he always eats only
What remains after feeding his guests?
I was simply moved to tears that day and my respect to him has gone up significantly ever since. I was delighted to host him during the festival for which he came with his wife.
Did I have the chance to meet this brave lady? Yes, I did.
It was quite a busy Sunday for me on 16th August 2015. After some arduous community work in my apartment I ventured out to get some medicines for my mom in my two-wheeler by around 7:15pm. Little did I know at that time what was going to unfold for me.
Well to my dismay, the front tire in my two-wheeler was flat. Though I could have walked down to the medical shop, I realized my responsibility to fix the tire because it had to be used by my wife the following day. Therefore went to a tire repair shop a few meters away from my house. The shop owner (well-built and rough-looking) curiously gazed not at me but at my tires to see if he is getting some business. I gave a gentle smile and reported on my flat tire.
The guy with broad shoulders started engaging me in a conversation and approached my bike to dismantle the tire. With great ease he did that and went back to his workstation to remove the tube from the tire. A slight breeze brought in a wave of jasmine smell in that place and within no time I could find the source of it. Yes, a young lady, well dressed, just stopped in front of the shop with a small food packet in her hand and humbly asked the shopkeeper if he was interested to dine with her. Promptly but not harshly he said no to the lady who was of course slightly disappointed. She just went past us immediately dangling the food packet in her hand and swinging her arms as if she was walking in a paddy field.
The shopkeeper looked at my face and said “Sir, all ladies ought to be like this” and added some more superlatives about her. I was indeed amazed by his flattering remarks on that lady and asked him why do you say so? He replied back saying that “Sir, this lady was so brave enough to burn her husband alive for drinking too much and harassing her” Though I felt that it was a deserving punishment, I was shocked to know the truth that her husband was drinking more than her and she could not tolerate it and hence the punishment. The guy started prating more about her character. (not worth recording in this blog)
Though shocked by this real life story, I was surprised by the way this guy was working his way to remove the tube from the tire while narrating the incident. At one point of time he just took the tire slightly off sight and did something which did of course get my quick attention. When I approached him closely he stood and walked away to the testing spot. Well the result came out that my tube had a big puncture which was not worth fixing it. He then went back to his workstation to inspect the tire and what I witnessed next just blew me up. He showed me a big cut in the center of the tire and blamed it on a glass piece. Now I have got both my tube and the tire condemned.
Guess what? That real life story of the jasmine lady did the trick here by making me engrossed in the incident and neglecting the cut which he had made in my tire when he took the tire a bit off sight. Well, once I realized this, I questioned him on this and he immediately showered me with all the possible swearing and gave me no room except to get away from that place with my new tire and tube in place. What was supposed to be a puncture ended up with a new tube and a tire with 5 years warranty.
Bringing back the tampered tire home was a solace to me to do some research on it and see how the hell he could have done this to me?. I was made a big fool in front of my eyes proving that there is no discrimination when it comes to “BECOMING A FOOL” be it a man or a woman.
Beware next time.
Oh! What a shame?
The Pride of India is being put to acid test in the parliament almost daily during this monsoon session. Our parliamentarians are displaying no remorse for their shameless act in the parliament disrupting the most valuable time of the Government. Ever since the monsoon session of the parliament started on the 21st of July 2015 no day has been productive so far till date (03/08/15). In fact to put it in blatant terms all our MP’s are having a prolonged break.
After the recent death of our former President Dr.A.P.J Abdul Kalam, there were huge numbers of messages floating around in the social media proudly sharing his powerful quotes and recounting the incidents which took place just before he collapsed. One such message carried the news that Dr.A.P.J just before taking on the podium told the hosts that he is going to pose a challenging question to the students on “How could we bring an end to the LOGJAM happening in our parliament”. Well, I am not sure how authentic that news was but it certainly is a big loss for India when we realize that the man who made India strong through his space research and missile technology could also have found a solution to this chronic LOGJAM disease if only he was alive.
Tribute to such a great man who loved the nation does not mean that all the big guns attend his funeral and return back to the capital and exhibit some awful conduct by not allowing the parliament session to go through. TIME is MONEY, and if this simple fact is being ignored and ridiculed by our representatives in the capital, then I guess we should all feel ashamed to be silent spectators.
This blog is certainly not to induce or incite a revolt against the government, but it is certainly a heartfelt condolence to our democracy. Well I honestly feel handicapped seeing the same drama unfolding each and every day, yet we could do nothing to bring some order in the most esteemed constitutional body of India. If two issues be it trivial or significant (Vyapam and Lalit Modi) could stall the entire proceedings of the government and inflict such a big loss to our economy why not this blog incite and induce all the citizens of this great country to come up with some cure to this eternal disease and eradicate it once for all from this holy land. We need to bear in mind that the moral and monetary loss and damage caused by the above two scandals is only getting multiplied by the number of days the parliament is not able to function.
Rest of the days in this session till August 13th seems to be very bleak and I really wonder who is going to take the onus?
Bahubali – A Indian movie which was hyped about for the last one year at least though it was in the making for more than 2 years.
This movie took me by awe right from the first frame and made me ecstatic till the end. The film starts with an act of valor from one of the key character and that one scene was good enough to lay the foundation for what was expected of the entire film. If the first half of the movie makes you dumbfound by the exotic location, gorgeous heroine, and flawless graphics the second half of the movie will enthrall with the huge and unseen belligerence exhibited by the actors which are exuberantly captured. Though this movie has seen some of the best computer graphics ever in the Indian Cinema (next to Endiran – Robot) the Director of the movie Mr.Rajamouli deserves a standing ovation for the way he has conceived this movie and picturizing it in a way which will certainly make every Indian proud.
I am lost for words to define this movie because every aspect of the movie has scored more than 100%. Having myself witnessed just a lip-lock scene taking 24 hours to shoot, I can simply imagine the massive amount of effort and hard work which has gone behind this movie. Just saying “hats-of” or commending the Directors efforts by saying “a wonderful job” will certainly not be enough for the reach and popularity it has gained amongst the audience in India and abroad.
This in anyway does not seem to steal the limelight from the other technicians and actors who have worked so hard in this movie. Well, the captain deserves to be applauded and celebrated for his vision first of all and the way he has extracted the work from his team. Every single person in this team would definitely be feeling so proud to have worked in such an epic movie.
I personally feel that this movie is not worth watching in a TV and it has to be watched only in the theaters and preferably in a DOLBY ATMOS theater. It was indeed a mind blowing experience for me watching this movie and I have already made up my mind to watch this movie in the Telugu version as well. This movie has broken all the records in the Bollywood also with its Hindi version.
This movie has surpassed all the records set by the previous Indian movies and still running successfully in many theaters both in India and abroad. Kudos to the producers of this movie who has lavishly but wisely spent on this movie.
I would love to discuss and cherish each and every scene which I enjoyed in the movie but wisely decided not to do so because of the limitation of the pages in my word processing application.
First day! First Show! Blockbuster Movie! Enthralling experience! Fantabulous Movie! Acclaimed by the Critics!
All these superlatives were put to rest on 1st of May 2015 when a bunch of reckless and irresponsible people mainly the producers of the blockbuster movie “Uttama Villain – உத்தம வில்லன்” decided to release the movie which was already embroiled in a lot of controversy. Well, I am cocksure that including KamalHassan, the pompous producers (Thirrupathi Brothers and Raaj Kamal Films International ) of the movie were certainly anticipating some trouble in the movie release and yet went ahead and proudly published the release of the movie to be on the 1st of May. Either they presumed that all the movie goers or the fans of KamalHassan are brainless or took us for granted and decided to spoil our day.
Well, it all started with me booking tickets for the first day, first show of the movie with my family. (For first time readers of my blog please read http://wp.me/pXMJX-1p for you to get some background on my distress)
The show was at 8am in a class B kind of a theatre and we hurriedly reached the theatre at 7:25am. Whisking our way inside I could see atleast 4 TV cameras on the tripod and a lot of big banners of Kamal adorning the walls of the theatre. Fans were scattered everywhere on the main road simulating a festive atmosphere and grabbing the attention of every passerby. There was obviously a lot of hustle and bustle amidst which we were eagerly waiting for our turn to get into the theatre. Suddenly to our dismay we heard the news that the first show has been cancelled for some reason. Situation was slowly turning a bit volatile and bleak at the same time. Fans started griping about the disorganized management of the film producers (Thirrupathi Brothers and Raaj Kamal Films International) and the theatre owners. Information was trickling in that the movie is not likely to be released that day due to some unresolved disputes between the producers and the distributors.
It was indeed very disappointing and all our anger was shifting towards Kamal and the producers (Thirrupathi Brothers and Raaj Kamal Films International) of the movie. If there was a wrangle which was brewing in their own backyard, why did they first of all announce the release of the movie with so much of fanfare? This was the voice of the furious and disgruntled crowd who was slowly losing patience and interest in the movie. I for one, was very angry and fought a futile attempt to get my money refunded. Police came in full force to disperse the protesting fans when I had no intention to exhibit any heroism. A call came from my friend asking if I was interested in 4 tickets for the 11am show in a class A kind of theatre. The momentary anger in me subsided immediately and I was back on my wheels with my family to the other theatre with the hope of watching the movie finally (had to change costume in-between for the class A theatre).
After all the hassle, we reached the theatre on time with not even an iota of doubt whether the show will go on or no?. Yes, the usher in the entrance greeted us with a smile and said “Sir, the 11am show has been cancelled and we are not certain on the prospects of the movie being screened for the day”. It was indeed a big setback again. The crowd / fans here were pretty decent and well-organized than the film producers. They displayed their anger and inconvenience by simply occupying a screen and staging a protest. The police presence was huge here and to my surprise a lot of senior ranking police officials were present for the mediation. The security personnel outside the sieged screen stopped me from entering until I showed my true color by venting out my frustration at them. Then I was cautiously allowed inside to see the ardent fans who were engaged in an outright verbal dispute with the theatre management and insisting that the movie “Uttama Villain” to be screened at any cost. It was a do or die situation for the theatre management and no doubt they would have cursed the film producers Thirrupathi Brothers and Raaj Kamal Films International) including Kamal for this big disaster.
Stood there in vain for a while and came out to update my family on the situation. Bumped on a bunch of senior police officers and casually asked them what was happening and if they had any official news on the event unfolding. One of them replied that “The theatre owner and the producers should bloody be whipped for this situation”. Another senior police man remarked at me and said “Sir, how come you people have time for all this? I do not have time to even sleep with my wife, but you people are able to hop from one theatre to another for the sake of a movie”. Though it was a blatant statement by that policeman, it still keeps reverberating in my ears.
I finally made up my mind not to see this movie in the theatre. Also somebody justly remarked that all the fans should totally boycott this movie by not going to the theatre since Kamal has ditched all his fans in a big way. If Kamal and the producers think that they are the big guns we the fans and the common public are no way in short of them because we also have time and TIME IS MONEY for all.
Kamal, no doubt will have to take absolute responsibility to this fiasco and come out in public with the facts and start valuing the feelings of thousands and thousands of his fans. He certainly was a villain to a lot of his fans on the 1st of May 2015.
The Shake of my life
(Original post published on Jun 17, 2010 @ 12:05)
Making the kids sleep on time at night itself is a big feat to achieve for parents having young ones like me. I was no exception on that night of Saturday the 12th of June 2010. Telling scary stories or bringing in a beautiful fairy inside the kids room or at times making your neighbor’s son the bad guy is all up to the parent’s creativity who tell stories to the kids at night. I did the same with my son in telling him a police story and assuring him that everything will be alright and he need not worry about someone knocking at the door in the midnight or getting any night mares.
Well, I succeeded with my responsibility and relieved myself from my sons bunker and retreated to the sofa to watch some TV program with my wife. Watching the reality show together has become a norm for us at night and we did thoroughly enjoy the show before hitting the bed at around 11pm. Weather in Chennai for the last few days had become so pleasant that we had to regulate the speed of the fan before I could switch of the light. It has become quite habitual for my son to wake me up every night because of the supposedly bad dream he narrates to me as an excuse. Now you would probably appreciate and relate the precautionary step I took in telling him a police story before he went to bed.
Deep in slumber, I was suddenly disturbed by someone shaking me and trying to wake me up. I opened my eyes pretty confidently to get hold of my son and put him back on his bunker. But I was shocked to see that there was no one standing near my bed. Jolted by that vague instance I stood on my foot immediately to only experience the worst ever night mare of my life. Yes, I could very clearly feel the building almost shaking or infact swaying rapidly. Little did I know at that time, that I was not the only one to have faced such a horror. Having experienced some mild tremors in the past I quickly appreciated my instinct which sounded an alarm to me that this was an EARTHQUAKE.
Before I could yell out to my wife and mum I could see both of them in action in that split second and as a captain of the house I quickly asked them to rush out of the house. Undisturbed by all these things, both my son and daughter were in their own world in their bed. We literally grabbed them and preparing to whisk off. While even opening the locks of our door we could hear the commotion outside in the stair case. Residing in the 9th floor always makes you feel proud of the panoramic view you can enjoy but it made me think otherwise during that night. My wife asked me to quickly grab my mobile and so did I running back to the bedroom. My brain was already working at supersonic speed and drawing conclusions of what sought of disaster might happen in the next second. I honestly lost hope of reaching the ground after experiencing such a bad shake which really shook the life out of me.
We quickly locked the door and dashed down the stairs as it was dangerous to use the lift. Both the exit stairways were full of people jamming the movement and it could only be said that it was a “Race for our life”. While going down I pressed the door bell of the other residents who were not aware of this incident. My wife was carrying my son and I was holding on to my daughter. I was also frantically calling my relatives though my mobile to check on their status. Rushing down the stairs, I did not feel that good to leave my mum behind and run for safety and hence was trying to accompany my old mum in the stairs. But at the same time, I did not want my daughter to be a victim and hence assured my mum that I will be back to take her to safety. Stepping out of the building I could see most of the residents curiously standing outside but still close to the building. I cautioned all of them to move away because if anything untoward happens then their effort to escape would be in vain. Some residents did heed to my warning and we all moved together bit far away while I was trying to locate my wife so that I could handover my daughter and full fill my promise which I made to my mum.
I rushed back into the building and was anxiously glancing through the people coming down the stairs. I inquired about my mum and was told that she was trailing behind in the 2nd floor. Poor old lady pulled out all her strength and courage to walk down all the nine floors. This just affirmed me that people can pull out themselves from crisis only if they had the will, courage and an inclination for their life. Our family reunion took place at around 1:20am in the car park area and we were only praising the god that nothing bad happened. We probably would have been out of our shelters for only 1 hour, but we could feel all the unease and the disadvantages of not having a roof over our head. My daughter felt terribly cold, my son was complaining about not able to sleep, my wife and mum wanted to go to the toilet immediately and I felt that I had not taken my car keys so that we could escape from that place.
Eventually at around 2:10am people started getting back into the building and so we followed suit. Shaken by this incident we were quite confident that we were not going to sleep the rest of the night. Keeping my feet back in our house again just brought back that horrifying moment and made me to forcefully recollect the SHAKE OF MY LIFE. (which measured 7.8 in the Richter scale)
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