I am to join Sri Ramachandra Boys High School tomorrow.We are allowed to wear full pants only from next year , that too real Khakhi - 100 percent .
Amma and Appa do not understand me or love me, else why did they get my shorts stitched so long ?It falls below my knees .I told them to shorten it when we went to Raju Tailors but Amma ignored me saying it would come for 2 more years.Now I wear them so up... up till my neck almost and it is such a problem when PT sir says to inshirt my shirt.Why can't they just understand that it looks so .. awesome .... no no what was that .. aw .. aww .. aweful .. no no .AWkward yes .... AWKWARD....Aiyoooo ......
Friday, September 14, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
The Wall , Withnail and I (him)
Our wall broke many months back, they came last week and had it up again.Everything everywhere happens slowly and so the house hall has been painted fresh and i have a fine cold .
We watched a movie - Withnail and i which was screened in a theatre nearby and recorded an amazing houseful.
The film was made in 1986 and is about two boys/men Withnail and him (I) who live on pills and odd leftovers from the road in a miserable flat constantly fearing a rat may jump out of their sink.Their joblessness makes them sloth around this ugly home they wish to run away from.They scoot to Withnail's luxuriously fat uncle Monty and drink expensive wine while pretending to listen to his reels of youth, sniffing him out to be gay.The boys get him to let out his country side house for them and hit the road for some "rejuvenation".Their stay in the farm is a laugh riot.The story is funny and dialogues are studded with lovely imagery ,wit and cynicism.
Scroll down for some excerpts :
Withnail: [having just drunk a bottle of lighter fluid] Got any more?
Peter Marwood: No. I have nothing.
Withnail: Liar. What's in your toolbox.
Peter Marwood: Nothing.
Withnail: Liar. You've got antifreeze.
Peter Marwood: You bloody fool. You should never mix your drinks
another one
Peter Marwood: What about whatshisname?
Withnail: What about him?
Peter Marwood: Why don't you give him a call?
Withnail: What for?
Peter Marwood: Ask him about his house.
Withnail: You want me to call whatshisname and ask him about his house?
Peter Marwood: Why not? Withnail: Alright. What's his number?
Peter Marwood: I've no idea. I've never met him.
Withnail: Well neither have I. What the fuck are you talking about?
Movies like these bring out the times so perfectly giving us more than just a peek.Some movies are so real, you feel like you have been caught in their lives and lived it like the movie has it.This one surely has to fall in that category.
i am terribly hungover with its feel.
We watched a movie - Withnail and i which was screened in a theatre nearby and recorded an amazing houseful.
The film was made in 1986 and is about two boys/men Withnail and him (I) who live on pills and odd leftovers from the road in a miserable flat constantly fearing a rat may jump out of their sink.Their joblessness makes them sloth around this ugly home they wish to run away from.They scoot to Withnail's luxuriously fat uncle Monty and drink expensive wine while pretending to listen to his reels of youth, sniffing him out to be gay.The boys get him to let out his country side house for them and hit the road for some "rejuvenation".Their stay in the farm is a laugh riot.The story is funny and dialogues are studded with lovely imagery ,wit and cynicism.
Scroll down for some excerpts :
Withnail: [having just drunk a bottle of lighter fluid] Got any more?
Peter Marwood: No. I have nothing.
Withnail: Liar. What's in your toolbox.
Peter Marwood: Nothing.
Withnail: Liar. You've got antifreeze.
Peter Marwood: You bloody fool. You should never mix your drinks
another one
Peter Marwood: What about whatshisname?
Withnail: What about him?
Peter Marwood: Why don't you give him a call?
Withnail: What for?
Peter Marwood: Ask him about his house.
Withnail: You want me to call whatshisname and ask him about his house?
Peter Marwood: Why not? Withnail: Alright. What's his number?
Peter Marwood: I've no idea. I've never met him.
Withnail: Well neither have I. What the fuck are you talking about?
Movies like these bring out the times so perfectly giving us more than just a peek.Some movies are so real, you feel like you have been caught in their lives and lived it like the movie has it.This one surely has to fall in that category.
i am terribly hungover with its feel.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Let us cover the world with our footprints.
Is it true that, with every footstep we take we leave a piece of ourselves behind?
Then , quicken your steps ,kanna , we have a long way to walk... so we can leave behind a loving, caring earth for our children !!
Ah! somebody from the moon spites at our footprints calling them kidney beans. Well, let him know that his moon is all pock marked !!!
Love (b)
Our love, many years later, will be reborn as a flower.Watch out, that little boy is coming for our heads .
POp !!!pop !!!!
Let us grant him his wish :)
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Bathful of Music
Bath Spa , United Kingdom .
Roman Baths , Cathedrals, Jane Austen centre, 8 crescents are the feathers on the city's cap but i wanted to tell you about something else .....
Bath Spa has great taste in music,i was thrilled to see so many musicians on the streets playing happily,especially old numbers from rock and roll (70s)
One small band of 3 - all in their teens were playing with a cello(pizzicato) , guitar , some jalras and a blow keyboard .Another flutist offered to attempt some
Jethro Tull on my request.Near the abbey a Xylophone played so hauntingly and in the gardens by the Avon they had a "free" flowing wind band play
tunes like April in Paris ,While my guitar gently weeps et al.... oooooo wasn't it love-ly !!!
They were simply refreshing .
Definitely my favorite place.Would go there any day !!!!.
here is the original version of what the 3-teen band were playing on the streets :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tHbPD_bXaOA&mode=related&search=
listen to this ...and tell me if the intial badabada or nanana part sounds familiar -
remember the tune and try to slow it down in your hum.... and tell me if it rings any bells...
Roman Baths , Cathedrals, Jane Austen centre, 8 crescents are the feathers on the city's cap but i wanted to tell you about something else .....
Bath Spa has great taste in music,i was thrilled to see so many musicians on the streets playing happily,especially old numbers from rock and roll (70s)
One small band of 3 - all in their teens were playing with a cello(pizzicato) , guitar , some jalras and a blow keyboard .Another flutist offered to attempt some
Jethro Tull on my request.Near the abbey a Xylophone played so hauntingly and in the gardens by the Avon they had a "free" flowing wind band play
tunes like April in Paris ,While my guitar gently weeps et al.... oooooo wasn't it love-ly !!!
They were simply refreshing .
Definitely my favorite place.Would go there any day !!!!.
here is the original version of what the 3-teen band were playing on the streets :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v
listen to this ...and tell me if the intial badabada or nanana part sounds familiar -
remember the tune and try to slow it down in your hum.... and tell me if it rings any bells...
Friday, August 17, 2007
Your BC
You have grown so much, so differently , but i shy away from saying it.
You handle things so efficiently, men, work, and more but you are still my little girl.
You brush through some books , call for the taxi ,adjust your hair ,
step tall on your stilletos, stack your certificates in a file .
You wear your make-up well ,but i can see through those patches that you are nervous about this interview.
Your birth certificate is as old as you - yellowed with time,
i run my hands on its many creases and folds.i pick it up
and a whiff of Napthalene hits me.
The stubborn dog ears just refuse to straighten up .
As i wave to you , i am somehow reminded of the "Picture of Dorian Gray".
You handle things so efficiently, men, work, and more but you are still my little girl.
You brush through some books , call for the taxi ,adjust your hair ,
step tall on your stilletos, stack your certificates in a file .
You wear your make-up well ,but i can see through those patches that you are nervous about this interview.
Your birth certificate is as old as you - yellowed with time,
i run my hands on its many creases and folds.i pick it up
and a whiff of Napthalene hits me.
The stubborn dog ears just refuse to straighten up .
As i wave to you , i am somehow reminded of the "Picture of Dorian Gray".
Monday, August 06, 2007
She lived happily under there ever afterwards .
She could paint, sing, dance, act and write and run.
But many years later as she sat at the table to convey her soul
her prose fell short of words ,
lyrics dangled loosely about her song,
language stifled her thoughts,
rhythm beat her thoughts off and
her ragas were punched with notes astray.
So she decided to dig a hole.
The deeper her thoughts traveled ,the more she dug.
She lived happily under there ever afterwards .
But many years later as she sat at the table to convey her soul
her prose fell short of words ,
lyrics dangled loosely about her song,
language stifled her thoughts,
rhythm beat her thoughts off and
her ragas were punched with notes astray.
So she decided to dig a hole.
The deeper her thoughts traveled ,the more she dug.
She lived happily under there ever afterwards .
Friday, July 27, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
Shivaji - The boss
Post script first :
All this rant is not worth your while or mine .
But if you are willing to go ahead anyway, please do .......
After much hype and hoopla about Shivaji we set out from our town Reading, no not in Nagapattinam but in the UK to Feltham to watch it .It is my first ever Rajni movie and after a news-knows-how-many crores shell out i expected it to stimulate my senses /sensibilities a trifle bit .
Scene after scene the movie crushed my spirits ,stomped over my sensibilities and scratched my soul with its screechy nails.I have often been warned that logic doesn't figure in such movies and i put aside that bit of my brain, actually all of it in the closet before we set out . The movie has Rajni aka Shivaji - the idealist wanting to build colleges, schools, hospitals for the poor and needy.After many crushed attempts,the tired Rajni becomes Robinhood and changes black money to Ujala white.
All fine and eternal sunshine, until now.
Along with this main dish came french overfry jokes from Vivek and sloppy tomato sauce Shriya gyrating to cluttered music.
All this stampede my poor soul bore and bore .
I have been warned and i ask no more .
But my thumb (these days my soul resides here) felt sore when :
Rajni wants Tamizh Kalachara Pen so why let Shriya's small dresses scream with suffocation ? (logic please please stay away)
Shriya sheds her mel aadai and runs in front of a train to stop it from Rajni whose foot is stuck in the tracks.Eye candy with soda brandy !This is just what a Tamizh Pen should do .
Rajni comes up with "witty" dialogue about colour discrimination ?Aha you have made a point Mr.Rajni butwhat about scenes when you cringe on seeing two nubile girls who have been painted black ?
On being asked to sing, Kalachara Pen Shriya sings Theeradha Vilayattu pillai and Mr Smartass Vivek sneers at her ?
She dances a classical number and you demand a ghostly Raa Raa ?
You poo-poo away dwarves in a song sequence .So this is how equally you see your makkal ?
All this made me realise that 60 crores of reeking money cannot even by mistake produce anything sensible .But what totally threshed the poor thing was when i turned around to see lots of asians (many thanks to software) feeding their kids with such things .i wanted to leap across and shut every unblinking pair of small eyes that were gaping at this monstrosity.But i silently put my thumb(soul) in my mouth instead.
My soul and belief in humankind is lying low for a while .
For a long time now it will be music,nature, swans,
.................................................... sense ,quiet and frowns.
All this said i pause while entering the publish button . All this rant is not worth your while or mine .Why must i even bother ?i hope to sleep this night and wake up next morning and consider it all a nightmare .
i wore my logic back and she types in bold Verdana :
Let the world rest kid but not on your shoulders .
After much hype and hoopla about Shivaji we set out from our town Reading, no not in Nagapattinam but in the UK to Feltham to watch it .It is my first ever Rajni movie and after a news-knows-how-many crores shell out i expected it to stimulate my senses /sensibilities a trifle bit .
Scene after scene the movie crushed my spirits ,stomped over my sensibilities and scratched my soul with its screechy nails.I have often been warned that logic doesn't figure in such movies and i put aside that bit of my brain, actually all of it in the closet before we set out . The movie has Rajni aka Shivaji - the idealist wanting to build colleges, schools, hospitals for the poor and needy.After many crushed attempts,the tired Rajni becomes Robinhood and changes black money to Ujala white.
All fine and eternal sunshine, until now.
Along with this main dish came french overfry jokes from Vivek and sloppy tomato sauce Shriya gyrating to cluttered music.
All this stampede my poor soul bore and bore .
I have been warned and i ask no more .
But my thumb (these days my soul resides here) felt sore when :
Rajni wants Tamizh Kalachara Pen so why let Shriya's small dresses scream with suffocation ? (logic please please stay away)
Shriya sheds her mel aadai and runs in front of a train to stop it from Rajni whose foot is stuck in the tracks.Eye candy with soda brandy !This is just what a Tamizh Pen should do .
Rajni comes up with "witty" dialogue about colour discrimination ?Aha you have made a point Mr.Rajni butwhat about scenes when you cringe on seeing two nubile girls who have been painted black ?
On being asked to sing, Kalachara Pen Shriya sings Theeradha Vilayattu pillai and Mr Smartass Vivek sneers at her ?
She dances a classical number and you demand a ghostly Raa Raa ?
You poo-poo away dwarves in a song sequence .So this is how equally you see your makkal ?
All this made me realise that 60 crores of reeking money cannot even by mistake produce anything sensible .But what totally threshed the poor thing was when i turned around to see lots of asians (many thanks to software) feeding their kids with such things .i wanted to leap across and shut every unblinking pair of small eyes that were gaping at this monstrosity.But i silently put my thumb(soul) in my mouth instead.
My soul and belief in humankind is lying low for a while .
For a long time now it will be music,nature, swans,
.................................................... sense ,quiet and frowns.
All this said i pause while entering the publish button . All this rant is not worth your while or mine .Why must i even bother ?i hope to sleep this night and wake up next morning and consider it all a nightmare .
i wore my logic back and she types in bold Verdana :
Let the world rest kid but not on your shoulders .
Friday, June 15, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Goppa Deivama ?
Some art moves you,some others affect you so deeply you stand still
and the world seems to stop for that moment .
Chinna NAde NA Cheyyi PattiTheevo emotes Tyagayya's tete-a-tete with Lord Rama
where he promises to hold his hand and lead him through.Tyagaraja asks Rama if he is now pondering about whether to hold his hand or let him go .
The lines "Goppa Deivama ? "seem to bring out such an emotion which will take a million colours to paint ,another few million words to describe . A feeling mixed with sarcasm,sorrow the lines emote so beautifully .
It is such a wonder that after so many many years an unrecorded tune should bring forth his deepest feelings, so well preserved .Such bold dialogues with what is Beyond,such intimacy finding that which is beyond within,such dejection, such a tune ,such words ,such truth ,such poetry,such so many things .....
It seems when art is produced with all truth it captures a thought so well and frees it from the cycle of time .Thus arresting it forever.
To be able to connect in some small way to such a soul , shakes me "still".
Here DK Jayaraman presents the song .
Here is a link to Shashank playing a sedate Chinnanadena.
p.s : sometimes links to Musicindiaonline do not function .Please use the search tool at those times.
and the world seems to stop for that moment .
Chinna NAde NA Cheyyi PattiTheevo emotes Tyagayya's tete-a-tete with Lord Rama
where he promises to hold his hand and lead him through.Tyagaraja asks Rama if he is now pondering about whether to hold his hand or let him go .
The lines "Goppa Deivama ? "seem to bring out such an emotion which will take a million colours to paint ,another few million words to describe . A feeling mixed with sarcasm,sorrow the lines emote so beautifully .
It is such a wonder that after so many many years an unrecorded tune should bring forth his deepest feelings, so well preserved .Such bold dialogues with what is Beyond,such intimacy finding that which is beyond within,such dejection, such a tune ,such words ,such truth ,such poetry,such so many things .....
It seems when art is produced with all truth it captures a thought so well and frees it from the cycle of time .Thus arresting it forever.
To be able to connect in some small way to such a soul , shakes me "still".
Here DK Jayaraman presents the song .
Here is a link to Shashank playing a sedate Chinnanadena.
p.s : sometimes links to Musicindiaonline do not function .Please use the search tool at those times.
Friday, June 08, 2007
Chak Chak Chak .....................
The fan cut the air
in circles as they lay spent
Love is in the air.
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