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Thursday, June 30, 2005

the US of A

So there’s a twist in the story.

I’ll be traveling to the US of A over the weekend on an official 4-month assignment on what would be my first ever overseas trip. And that will be to Seattle. Ring any bells? Well, I hope to catch up with Lazy Geek who also stays at the same place. And probably we would have a US Indian-Bloggers meet sometime soon, and that would make it ‘truly’ international!!

And as I go running all over the place with my travel formalities, I’ll catch up with all you people from US.

See ya!

posted by Kishore at 8:10 PM   |   |
Monday, June 27, 2005

the contrast of life

A few days back I was in Coimbatore for a friend’s marriage. We had to pick another friend of ours from the airport and get to the marriage hall in a cab. Once he arrived, we got into the cab and minutes later were speeding across the heart of the city on what would be a 60 minute journey.

The audio system in the car was blazing like anything you could imagine. It was playing yakkai thiri (the Tamil version of Fanah). The adrenaline was rushing, pumping to the rhythmic beats emanating from the speakers. The volume was close to maximum. The windows were up. I could feel my hands clapping and my physique leaping to the heavy beats that the song is famous for.

Yakkai thiri was beating heavy at the back of my head. Adrenaline was rushing. Friends around you, an amazing song beating down on your head, and traveling to a friend’s marriage in a car. That was joy to core. That moment would easily picture in my ‘top 10 moments with friends’ list should I choose to write one a few years later.

Yakkai thiri was still beating heavy at the back of my head. Adrenaline was still rushing. The car stopped at a traffic signal. My head slightly turned to the right, as it does whenever the car stops at a signal, for a view through the pulled up grayish window into the adjacent vehicle, standing in the long traffic at the signal. Almost instinctively, I half pulled down the window to get a better peep. And I saw..

Someone lying on what looked like a movable stretcher, the head raised slightly. A bottle was hanging to the person’s right and blood was being trickled in through his arm. A seemingly old lady was sitting next to him. Her eyes were fixed on the person lying on the stretcher, and never moved away an inch for all the minute or so that the ambulance stood at the signal. Her face showed no anguish or fear, no anger or sadness. It was just blank. An uncomplicated emotion – a look of helplessness. The lights on the head of the ambulance were rotating, but the traffic was too heavy to move any faster.

The traffic moved and I meekly pulled up the window.

Yakkai thiri was still beating heavy at the back of my head. But there was no more adrenaline left to rush.

posted by Kishore at 7:51 PM   |   |
Sunday, June 19, 2005

Movie Review: Anniyan


sarva dharman parityajya mam ekam saranam vrajah
aham tvah sarva papebhyo mokshayisyami ma suchah


[Abandon all your dharma and surrender unto Me.
I shall deliver you from all sinful deeds. Do not fear.]

If you have missed, that is what the Anniyan says everytime he goes about doing his stuff. The verses are from The Bhagavad Gita (Chapter 18, Text 66).

Ambi – an innocent youngster from an orthodox Iyengar family who goes strictly by the book on everything, right from not crossing the Stop line in a traffic signal to reciting the abhivadanam while prostrating before elders to lending a helping hand to someone hit on the road. Remo – A flashy modern day youth who falls in love with an orthodox Iyengar girl. Anniyan – The man! Goes about punishing anyone who acts against law and follows the ancient script of Karuda Puranam to choose the mode of punishment. And then the grand finale! Anniyan!!

I was not talking about three different persons here. Neither was I talking about the same person.

Despite parallels to a few other movies, Anniyan scores in its own distinct ways. The movie opens with a typical agraharam style locality where the innocent Ambi (Vikram) laments everyday about all the little to big law breaking fallouts happening around him. Vikram also plays the part of Remo and Anniyan and deserves complete credit for handling the three characters with startling distinctness.

Though the core theme of the movie resembles Shankar’s earlier work Indian, Anniyan has more than a social theme to it. Drawing from the psychology of a kid who gets perturbed after losing his little sister, to a youth who has been waiting 7 years (and still counting) to reveal his love, Shankar’s screenplay has weaved an exquisite balance in handling the sticking-together of seemingly independent pieces of story mingled with a few doses of religious hints.

A virtually unknown Peter Hayen makes his presence felt, with his stunt settings that has been based in the movie at a martial arts school. But the 360 degree revolving of the camera with the fighters frozen in mid air a la The Matrix occurs just a little too frequent in the almost 15 minute sequence.

Sujatha shows his class again with his dialogues that mixes comedy (anchored by Vivek) right into the crux of the story and does not deviate a bit from the mainstream at any point.

Harris Jeyraj has not done much to quell the Rahman'ised view of a Shankar movie. I would still feel AR Rahman would have done a better music. The background score whenever anniyan rises does not really provoke any sense of thrill. However Harris deserves credit for altleast a couple of numbers. Iyengar veettu azhage being my personal favorite (in fact, that could rather have read Iyengar aathu azhage). If you feel there is more reason to my liking than just the song being good, then you are not mistaken.

Considering a few distant parallels with Chandramuki, Shankar certainly knew better when he decided to hold the release of Anniyan not to get blown by the Chandramuki wave. However, if there were a tie for an award between Vikram and Jyothika, I would still vote for Jyothika.

posted by Kishore at 8:41 PM   |   |
Monday, June 13, 2005

the waiting game

I wake into the emptiness of thoughts
into a vacuum longing to be filled.

Winter falls into the blossom field
an eerie stillness hums
dew frozen on snow clad leaves
a chill wind whistles
as I lay cuddling
looking up to the barren sky
pondering on the sunny days
echoing the summer’s peace.

The sublime warmth of drizzling rays
raining over my dry skin
the joy in the tingle
as the sun warmed my heart –
They all seem a distant past
ruminating in the wild of the present
craving the eternal peace
for that unruffled thaw.

The clear sky, the clean cloud
sparkling ounces of sunlight
dreams greeted by the genial rays
smiles hailed by morning dews –
They all seem a distant past
rendered numb by the coldness of present
crying out for the warmth
for the bliss of that heartening beam.

Summer is still away.
And my eyes already search the horizon
as my heart waits.

posted by Kishore at 5:44 AM   |   |