Friday, June 22, 2007

As I waved bye …. amma today, I was feeling so bad to leave her and Appa at home and go to work.

It is not something new, I agree. For nearly 5 years that I was in Chennai before marriage, every morning I left for work at 7:15. Amma would wake up early and cook for me. Appa would cut fruits for me and pack them. Amma would plait my hair and appa would drop me at the bus stop. And then Amma would be alone at home, waiting till I returned home – if I got lucky I came early at 7:30 in the evening, otherwise it was usually 8:30 or sometimes even 3 the next morning! Yet she would never crib. Whatever time I returned she would have something nice for me to eat / drink. All the house work was done and I would nothing but chat with her, see TV, eat and sleep.

Ever since they came to the US about a month and week ago, life has almost got back to the same routine. They get up and pack fruits for us for lunch. Appa sometimes irons our stuff for us. They make sure all things are ready there for us to leave and when we come back all goodies are on the table for us. They do all this without expecting a single thing in return from us. Even if I were to fight and say I will help – they won’t let us do.

The Mr. and I try to spend every single minute that we can get with them, so that they don’t feel lonely that much. When the Mr. was in a job that let him work at home, he took every of those opportunities to be with them. We spend weekends with them, taking them out showing them how our lives are in the US, share all small things about our life with them, involve them with our jobs and friends – so that they don’t feel left out. But still I feel we have not done enough.

Parents are probably the world’s most unselfish people. Right from when you are born till they die, they do things for you without expecting a single thing from you. Oh! As I write there is a lump in my throat – I do get emotional sometimes thinking of these things. Today is one of those days.

I should have maybe just taken the day off and been with them today. We left home early at 7 because I had a doc appointment. So, that meant that after waking up, I spoke probably 2 sentences to them. Appa remarked – “Neena ippo ponna saangalam thaan varuvela? Romba bore adikkume!” (If you leave now, you return only in the evening. We will be so bored) – In a very jovial way only. But that made my heart squeeze a bit – oh! Why could I not be with them for more time?

It all happens in cycles. My parents left their parents in Chennai and moved to Vizag for a life that was good for their kid and themselves. My in-laws stayed 1000s of Km away from hometown to provide the best life to their sons and themselves. And today we are doing the same!

But the only consolation is that – if it were any city in India I would have not been able to even spend 2 hours with them on any working day, but in the US I have the luxury to be home by 6 the latest – so I have the entire evening to be with them.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

'Man Date'

The Mr. listens to radio everyday when he goes to office and often shares some tit-bits from the news or programmes he listens to. The day before after dinner when we four were walking around the apartment when he told us of a new meaning emerging for the word “Man date”. We all know “Mandate” – means ‘a Must’. But did you know “Man date” these days means – two Gay men dating!

Some ways of finding how a meeting between two men is a Man Date(MD), according to the Radio channel.

If two men are walking in a park instead of jogging – it is a MD. If two men are sitting at a bar and there is no beer in front of them or a TV with sports channel on – they are Man-dating!

Gosh! Just imagine the plight of ‘Straight’ Men who have probably been doing some such activity for years together with a Man Friend or Confidiante of their’s! No two men can ever even sit in a public place and discuss a private conversation without a thought running in their minds that they are being branded as Man Date (ers)!

I googled and found this
article . I could not even imagine that simple things as these would ever be interpreted! Poor Men in the USA!

I Dread the day when such meanings are going to be associated with Women too (not that they are already not done). Imagine meeting a friend after years at the airport and not being able to rush and hug her in front of everybody or kissing her cheek in sheer happiness on meeting her! Or not being able to hold hands while walking along a park and sharing the news in our respective lives, without people thinking of us as 'Lesbians' ...

I am stopping any further imagintion. I would rather live in a world ignoring such things - for now atleast.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Vaji Vaji ...Vaji.. Sivaji

16th was the D-day – the Mr’s bday and also the 1st weekend after the Big BOSS’s movie was released – so all the more special , as it gave the Mr. the “right” opportunity to watch the movie he has been waiting for since about 6 months. Did we 3 have any other choice but to lug along to watch this masala mish-mash that defies any kind of logic that you can ever think of – but always fails to impress audience like no movie ever.

Every time a Rajni movie releases I wonder why audience of all kinds go to see the movie, even if it is just for once. The more intelligent audience would crib after coming out of the theatre but will still land up there the next time his movie releases. Guess one cannot explain the spell this actor holds everybody under.

Tickets were sold at an atrocious price of 16$ and yet the theatre was almost full – for a morning show! I have never seen more than handful of people come to a movie in the mornings in Novi/ Livonia and here was a big queue to just get into the theatre! Thalaiva – un Vazhiye thani vazhiye!

Appa rightly put it – one can buy a ticket and walk into the theatre after the intermission, having read a bit of preview on the internet. The first half almost begins to bore you – when thankfully the intermission sign comes up. The first half shows nothing that is “Rajni” special – it is just an ordinary boy woos girl drama , sprinkled with visually stunning songs and not so-great chords struck by ARR. Vivek dominates the 1st half with his wonderful one-liners and rendition of Rajni-dialogues. Sets by Thotta Tharani are stunning – they make your Jaw drop with amazement.

The 1st song in the movie -Hey Balelakka Balelakka Kaviri is sung by SPB. The tune and music will not fail to remind you of ‘Devuda Devuda’ and the visuals are so reminiscent of ‘Azhagana Rakshashi’ (Mudhalvan) and ‘Konjum Mainakale’ ( Kandukonden Kandukonden) – paintings on the bodies of the side artists, grass that looks greener than it actually is (nice filters have been used), bright costumes and such a huge group of dancers that it took us about 1 minute to even realize that the fairest one in between is Nayantara!

Vaaji Vaaji – is very beautifully pictured. I could not stop but gazing admiring at the beauty and grandeur of the sets and the color of Shriya’s costumes. This is the only song in the movie that I liked.

Sahara pookal – I really cannot understand why at times music directors stick with people like Udit and Sadhana sargam for a song – when they know very well that there are some scales that their voices cannot reach. There is no doubt that Udit is a very accomplished singer – I love many of his songs – but there is a limit to everything. A song that could have been very melodious is reduced to nothing but meaningless shouting by the male singer. I wish they could have made somebody else like Hariharan / KK/ SPB sing this one.

I would rather not even talk of the last song that pictures in the 1st half – “Oru koodai sunlight”. It is best left not discussed.
The second half of the movie is all about Rajni, his gimmicks, his dialogues (though this movie hardly has any of Rajni’s trademark punch dialogues), his looks (the mottai Rajni). He dominates the screen totally. This movie supersedes all his previous ones in the utterly senseless things that this larger than life hero can accomplish – he comes back from death!!! Unbeatable!

The magical creation by some of the biggest names in all spheres of the kollywood industry – Shankar, ARR, Rajnikanth, Vivek, AVM, Thotta Tharani – is good for a one-time watch. And of course Rajni fans are going to love this starry presentation.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Remembering ....

We were classmates in XI – in a big class of nearly 100 people. So, our interaction was pretty much limited to the acknowledgement of each other’s existence. At the end of the year, she was taken in by a premier institute because of her sheer brilliance and wonderful academic performance – sponsoring for her Class XII education. A Year later I read about her in the newspapers as she had secured a brilliant rank in the common entrance exam.

About 2 months later – fate bought us together. We both had joined the same college and arrived by the same train to the college. We recognized each other and enrolled into the hostel at the same time. She arrived at the hostel before me, so booked the same room for us. Then began a relationship for the next 4 years – one of friendship – that was not the closest but was always there. We were not the best friends, but were in constant touch always – knew pretty much about each other’s lives and families, talked almost every day in those 4 years at hostel, traveled together to home and back for nearly 2 years, participated in a few competitions as a team and kept in touch even after moving into Adult life. The 1st year of hostel was vital as we were room mates – we shared a lot about our dreams, aspirations, our likes and dislikes. I liked her neatness a lot. She was a very methodical person and was very tidy and did things in a very regular manner. She was very hard working too.

Her best talent which made her very famous in college was brought out when the competitions for 1st years starting – her golden voice. I still can recall that evening when she saw the telugu version of “Awara Bhawnre” in the auditorium. There was pin drop silence when the audience was just captivated with that melodious voice of hers. She could just sing almost any song and with such perfection that it was unbelievable.

We kept in touch after college through emails and occasional meetings at weddings of friends. She called me on my wedding day – I was so happy that she remembered and called me.

She is no more. One cold morning about a year ago I received the news by email. I could not believe it – it would just not sink in. There are days when it still does not.

Today morning, I was listening to “Telimanchu kurisindi” and just could not stop thinking of her. This was among one of her favorites and one that she sang excellently. I decided to write a few lines in her memory. It made me miss her a lot and feel that god was too unfair to take away such a nice person.

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Pillow Mints

Thanks dear friends – for your support and encouraging words in response to my frustu post. I am better now and am looking at the really worthy and nice things that I have in my life and slowly forgetting my pain points. After all that is life na? Not everybody has everything.

Every morning I sent inspirational Good Morning mails to a few friends of mine, but sometimes I think I forget to read them for myself :).

L a colleague of mine got these for me today – Pillow mints. I ate them for the first time in a restaurant here called Rangoli – they place a bowl near the cashier and you can pop a few in your mouth while leaving. Remember those Phantom cigarettes we used to get in India – ages ago – I was mad after them. My parents had a tough time getting me to stop eating them. These mints reminded me of those.

After a long time I saw them again at L’s daughter’s graduation party. I inquired with her about them and she very sweetly got a big packet of them for me. Thought I would share some with you guys… How are they?

Friday, June 01, 2007

Stuck in a Rut

Sometimes life gets stuck in a muddy rut and it feels so difficult to just get out of it. That is how I feel when I am at work for the 8.5 hours that I am forced to put in. I had hoped that after my trip from India, I would try to open a new window to let a fresh breath of air that would blow off all the stinky stuff that is wrapped inside my brain, due to near hibernation in these deathly hollows, devoid of any spark of brilliance or creativity; but alas life had something different in the plan that I was so unaware of.

Seconds pass into mintues in agonizing slowness - that is how I pass my hours to freedom. I console myself thinking of the other pleasures of life that I have been granted which probably few others only have - but sometimes that is just now enough.

I want to blog a lot. Everyday I open a few blogs that I really admire and feel why can't i be like them - post new and refreshing stuff daily. Where will all that come when my brain feels like mushy oatmeal cereal with nothing nice in it. It is all covered with thick layers of dirt that hardly lets a new light of idea come out of it.

Oh! God - are you there anywhere listening or rather reading this post? Did I exhaust my pot of luck already? Mera number kab aayega!!!

Phew! What a Frustu post!