Try now..

It was a hectic trip...but flashy one too to Milan a 6 weeker.. And I was out of touch from blogging and here I'm.

Once in a while I check if my friend-cum-crush is online in Gtalk - it didn't go well when I expressed. There is always some kind a adernaline-surge whenever I see her online - but thats it I dont have courage to talk to her, again - I lost my face already.

Anyway, today I was wondering (its that "come as you are.." from Nirvana reminds me ..) about this and logged in google to chk she is online.thinking may be I didn't time-it-well back then...may be I should have spend some more time to knew her thoughts before doing what I did..and ..wait a minute...Google is saying "Try now..."!!! -(my internet is slow)

அன்பேசிவம்: தொலைந்து போனவனின் வாழ்க்கை

அன்பேசிவம்: தொலைந்து போனவனின் வாழ்க்கை

Sunday - After lunch movie..

"One of the symptom of your problem is sudden-suicide-feeling"...Dhanush tells to Vivek who is sipping his drink,drops the glass out of shock, vivek "Suicide ?!?!?! Am already married man. Why will I suicide again.."

After quite a while I enjoyed,thoroughly, a Sunday after lunch movie (DVD) with so much of stomach pain due to laugh. Movie is "uthama puthiran". I wanted to watch the movie only for the angel in the movie - Jenelia. Interestingly the movie is a good laugh. A typical Telugu movie backdrop, and logic-less stories - but no worries..the movie is full of comedy. Especially the second half is completely ruled by vivek. Most of the time with his witty dialogues and rest with his innocent and being unaware of what-comes-next look. Give a try a good entertainer. And needless to say Jenelia...very cute in this movie too.

I feel quality of south movies has increased a bit. Especially, lot less violence, good subjects and at times some good remakes too. Yesterday I saw this movie chikku-bukku, Arya and Shreya starrer. Its a quite interesting movie to watch. Its again a Period movie (am I right is saying this?) with parallel narration of two love stories - one happening now and the other in yester-generation (80s). Yes, for people who thinking this is a remake of "love-aajkal", you are not right completely. The original theme of the movie was from Koren - "The Classic". I have seen this movie and is really a classic. In Chikku-bukku the story was well adapted to south-indian viewers. I think the director was little worried in the climax that audience might miss the best part of the story...hence he is stretching the climax a little more than the normal, both by more shots and dialogues - especially the one that details the finer point in the movie - to the last section of audience who has not got the point. I wish the director would have left that understanding to the viewer - am sure an above average viewer would have got the point. Explaining things so explicit may adverse the taste. Nevertheless its comfort of the director and trust he has on the viewers intelligence. (I think ManiRatnam is the master of it - he never tells things explicitly and leave it to the viewer).

I think the director change the plot slightly by adding a "road-trip" part to the movie. Is this present in love-aajkal. Dont know.




But I liked the lead-role actress(am not referring Shreya) very lovely. With such a beautiful plot, probably music could have been better.

2010 is a luck year for Arya..two movies with nice story (Madarasipattinam, chikkubukku) and a full-blown-comedy in "Boss aka baskaran"



Am still keeping Nandala for tonight. I dont wnat to bogg this movie with any other nonsense.

What drives?

Its almost end of the year 2010..with no significant achievements an year is slipping away...and life changing its calendar.A decade from the Y2k...hard to believe.

December is so boring...dull at work...very dull climate..cold outside..and raining too this year..not so interesting changes happening in office.

Dont know how others (read as human beings) pushing their life ahead. WTF is fuelling them..wat drives it...
i have no motivation to do work...no motivation to fill appraisal forms...to book tiket home...to book leaves..to pay premiums for investments..to get offer letter ..to get hike..
to go aerobics..to keep fit..to cook...

it sucks...also being scared of taking any risk also compunds..i think..well one infinite small thinkg to be happy is did let me feelings out..but only to get backfired is different story..but thats ok...wtf ( watching bruce almighty when editing this)

thank got it started 2 and half men in starworld..going to watch it..will c u latter.

being proactive..

My friend cum colleague was upset during our regular tea-time in office. We were bit relived that our free-coffee will continue for some more time after our blue-merger. (BTW I was having home-made-vada with T in Sunday brunch...man u got to live with family)

Even though we were doing the same type of job, he (sh) opted to pursue the project management side while I continued to be in the functional side. Don’t know who and when someone will register my story in their blog like this. Ok back to the tea table. Our friend is upset to the core that he don’t want to do the PM, ever and he is in fact ready to go back to what he was doing an year before. It turns out that the problem is not with the role but that his mentor, or lead (not the reporting manager) is the trouble. Being a very career-climber its obvious his lead is finding all the options to criticize on him or make him look small. Well, being part of the game, our friend thought this would change soon and he will have obvious advantages - but his lead made sure our friend is just a unofficial-PA. Sensing this we did our part to rub the salt whenever we could.

For instance if there is an email from customer for which our friend, if responds, his lead will give 10 reasons why he shouldn't have responded so fast without her involvement. Makes sense, may be, next time he waited for his lead to respond, but only to see a feedback indicating he should have responded to the customer immediately as this was an urgent matter. Now Our friend is clearly confused. Should he reply or not. A third shocker came soon, where in a customer, by mistake had copied all relevant but our friend. Sh neither saw the email so / nor replied. This time the comment from the lead was the "you are not proactive enough to make sure that you are in all the emails from customer". There is an old saying when your senior desides to screw you, he will have all the options. So any emails, with or without his involvement will be an opportunity for his lead to ..use-it.

Deepavali memoir 3

When I like something the next thing we like to do is to talk about it. Talk about that in every other opportunity you got - no matter you still have that or you lost it. Or at least I would like to hear about that. I believe this is not just my problem :)

P.G.Senthil, he is one of my old bus-mate. We used to travel to the school in the same bus.He is not my class but my neighbor. Beside this there were nothing common between us. I think it was when we were in 7th std and one day Senthil mentioned about his dad's plan to open a fire-work shop a week for deepavali. Did I just hear cracker shop !!! yes. He said. His dad is actually a small time business man. I dont know why, if I think about it now its just so crazy, because I was so happy about that idea. Still not sure why I was so happy. I started asking more details about the shop, their plan. How long they want to keep the shop, where do they get them from sivakasi an so on. It was i think 10 days before the diwali day and I start asking him anything and everything about the shop. I'm sure senthil would have wondered what happened to me. Infact my curiocty even continued a week after diwali, asking what have they done with the left overs. I remember he once said irritatingly that, I dont know da, i think we returned them back.

In the same year he failed and continued 2dn yr doing 7th. Latter I lost his touch.



In the same year, somehow my dad came up wiht the new idea of buying fire-works directly from the manufacturer in Sivakasi. But how?. We can get that thru post. Post - how is that possible. Its simple we send MO for some amount and they will send parcel to the address we specify. Oh thats a good idea, but do you know some one to send to? I dont know we will find that out. From that time I started searching all the news papers for fire-works add and finalized a company - I still remember the name - "Kaleeshwari fire works". My dad said ok, lets M.O. 100 Rs to this address. 100 Rs? Dad thats very less you will get nothing. No no dont worry in Sivakasi things are really cheap and you will actually get a lot. So 100 is more than enough. So what about the list - how will he know what to send? No, they ususally have a gift-pack and that covers most of the items you need. Dont worry.
Sometime my dad comeup with such very not-so-down-to-earth type ideas.


I went to the nearby PO. and was filling a M.O. I took the help of postman Mani there (my dad couldn't make for some reason.) Mani was asking what this is money is for and I explained. He was surprised ay my answer "Do they do that?" Ya they do. How long will it take, for which I dont have answer.

After sending this MO, I have his feeling of exitement as though am expecting a huge pack. Twodays passed no response. The third day there was this postman on my door step. I was so happy to see him and was wondering how big the pack was. He handed over the part of M.O. where it was written "rejected by the receiver !!".

MGR Movie & My uncle - Deepavali Memoir 2

He is tall, thin, fair and very handsome. My mum often refer him as the eldest son of our family, elder to my brother. Arasappan, my uncle - younger brother to my mum. After his school he was made to come to tirupur and start taking training in Sarvodya and slowly got into the job of sarvodaya - typically thats how one get job in there. You join as a trainee and become an employee.

My uncle works in a place which is around 30 kms from tirpur, a place called madhapoor - near palladam. During his initial times of training he is been living in my house - for around 3 yrs and then shifted to madhapoor. Usually weekends he come home and back to work on monday morningns.

Having an uncle who will get you whatever you want and support on every your action is something you will love and feel the comfort only after you loose one.

This happened when I was doing my 3rd std(3 or 4 years before the incidence in mem-1). My uncle came home on the deepvali morning. after a feast that my mum prepared (which is usally the case on a deepvali) my uncle took me along for a walk and was asking about the crackers and stuffs. Being me, i started complaining that the cracker was not sufficient need more. It was almost 1:00 PM and most of the shops are closed. He promised me to buy some tommorow, but only if I go with him in the evening. I asked - where?. Movie - there is this MGR movie running in the near by theater - "enga veetu pillai". It was not a new release - but for crazy fans like my uncle this movie has been screened on this day - latter I realised.

He is a die-hard fan of MGR and my mum used to tell stories of my uncle having blow-ups of MGR in his school books and room.He was literally exited on seeing MGR on screen especially for "Naan anaiittal.." song. Anytime I see this song it reminds me that deepavali and my uncle.

Next day he took me to the near by shop and got me as much of crackers I needed. He was telling the surprised-shop-keeper that somehow they missed getting 2 days before hence doing it. This shop keeper knows our family and was asking about his work and all.

I think that was the last time I saw him. Things changed a lot within 10 months after this. He got married with the disapproval of my mum, moved to Madappor with his newly wed wife. And one friday night (and still I remember that friday when my mum was, for some reason really upset and restless, very visibly) two elderly guys came and conveyed the news. Hel broke loose, my mum along with the neighbours rushed to madhappor immediately. Two days latter my uncle's body was cremated in the same town.

I dont know for some reason I didn't cry on the day..still don't know why.

You deserve it Kid - Deepavali memoir 1

I have to really sequence these memoirs. Since I was in a mood to write what eever comming to my mind with out editing..

We used to live in a colony - a closed community colony for the sarvodaya employees - in my home town Tirupur. It was a small colony of 18 houses. I was born and lived till my 15 yrs there before moving to the current house. This is like any government quarters where you could see people of various level and the obvious politics - simple politics like having the right to access things - simple things like water, benefits, concession on power usage and so on. My mum lived in that place for 25 years with my dad and for her it is the world (Reality is, world is just outside the colony which it took around 30 yrs for her and our family - when we were locked out of colony and forced to find a new place)

Besides the ususal politics , the environment of a closed community is something one would have to be previlaged to get. You would know each and every member of the colony, their relavtives and their specific details of where they work / study. sometimes these visitors even know the neighbours of their hosts well enough to buy gifts for them. That was an awesome time.

There were only three types of family Type-1 - for eg - the family of the chief-seceratory of a specific department - who is like the boss of most of the others. The next day of diwali you could see the maximum amount of burnt crackers in front of their house. There there will be an Type-2 called poor man’s - where kids used to collect the burnt crackers from other house and spread in thier house, for obvious reasons . And then there will be a third type - where where kids dont have enough crackers, nor has guts to follow type-2.
Some times I used think how the hell these people get so much of crackers while my dad ususally get only a little - which I used to finish in just couple of hours and then will be watching like a ginger-monkey of others firing !!! Beleive me that is one of the most upsetting feeling in that times..watching others crackering, while you are done with your part. Crackers are the integral part of this deepavali.

My dad ususally gets cracker just 3 days before and it is extreme-joy for me to just see the way the crackers the bombs and the rockets are arranged in nice jazzy colored packing. I never used to get contented with the crackers my dad buy me. Finally my dad will tell me - why should one waste more money for smokes and fire - instead you can use that for better things. A usual middle class man's funda. When someone dont understand the meaning of "wasting money" how could you expect him to understand these lines..neverthless my parents used to say this.


Kaliammal was her name, he is the lady of our neighbour. Somehow we have been painted a witch image about her by our other neighbour and my mum (thru usuall ghossip). It was the early morning of the diwali day - 4:50 AM..i think. I was doing my 7th std I think. While my brother, sister and dad were getting ready for the oil bath on the rear side of the house – a usual ritual on the day, I took one of the serial shot ( there was a bet between me and my friend about who would fire the first cracker on the deepavali day) and was about to set the fire. This lady was just standing there and was filling water from the tap, while I was waiting restlessly for her to move out so that I can start my firing.

Knowing me there, this witch (note its W not B) is taking unusually more time to fill the bucket.I was worried that my friend might win me. After a few seconds,I gave up and wanted to see how she reacts to a suddent burst behind her back (as she has some real problem in hearing - a half deaf) - my wicked !! I set the fire – which was just behind her - and ran to a reasonably safe-distance . After all it was not a big one. After its usual animated gimmick, this cracker fall down and suddenly turned and part of it flew like a rocket ( you never predict the behaviour ) and before I could realise what had happened the piece that flew, hit my knee. I was wearing half-trousers then (and not a full pant or a dothi or never heard of a jean)The pace and the fire in the piece that flew over almost made a black mark on my knee. To my luck it didn't blast after that. I just sat down in the place, immovable and was holding me knee. The pain was so excruciating like am iron nail was stabbed on my knee. It was very unlikely that she would have heard all these things considering the noise of the birds in the early mornign and her deafness – but not sure.
After few seconds the lady finished filling her bucket and started moving away and she dropped a friendly smile at me on her way
I still don't know if that was an casual & innocent smile or its a you- deserve-it-kid type smile !!