solluvathu yaarkum

drop-4

2009-08-24T21:02:00.000-07:00

Is this true?

“Yes”. He said in monosyllable without any hesitation, as if he waited for this question long enough.

“Was that a lie then?”. next question came even before the answer was given

“No, It was also true”, he answered trying to stop the smile the lips are taking.

Both were true as it is a result of when and where. Truth drifts with time and morphs itself. Truth is like a larva, we hide in our fist. After time when we release our fingers, it flies as butterfly. Truth is the biggest lie.

All is not well

2009-08-24T10:25:00.000-07:00

What am I doing with my life? So far its answer was eluding me through philosophical or existential point of view. Of late even in terms of my daily routines, I have no answer. Am I forgetting what I did or am I doing nothing? Time drips through my hand like the water in the hands of child. We never know what peace is unless it ends. The books are waiting like the old friend, who is waiting in his room to hug me and fill me with warmth. But still I am not able to get back to them. Its weeks since I finished last book, which by itself the one I have read for so long. To get back to our best pal, we need clarity and now in my mind everything looks like viewing a busy highway on a rainy day.

Responsibility is making decisions, taking a call, sticking to it and convincing others on that. For me any call made is bluffing with life and hence I always preferred to be a leaf drifting in the rapids of a great river. To the surprise of my own I bluffed with life. I started as a person entering for first time into casino, tightly clenching the few shillings in his hands and hesitantly took a table, observing fellow players, making calculation when shall he exit etc. But as game proceeds, as the web gets dense and as stakes gets higher, I recognize, there is no fall back. Things are going to change, leaving guilt in one way or other. To add more twists life brings in more responsibility. All of a sudden I become like a mother who got triplet in her first delivery. The guilt of ignoring other always lurks in her heart as she serves another. In the futility of making someone happy others are left hurt. Worse is yet to come- fatalism in the game of bluffing. It’s far more dangerous as the mind no longer takes how the cards are getting shuffled, who holds what. It simply bets, draws a card and drops it.

But everything has an end, though the traces will be in the air long after. All I wish is the hearts I hurt will understand me even though not forgive me.

என்றோ எழுதியவை-4

2009-06-23T10:10:00.000-07:00

நடக்க விடாமல்
கால்களை அமுக்கி,
சில சமயம் வீடு வரையே
ஒட்டிக்கொண்டு வந்து விடுகின்றன,
என்றோ,
கண்களை துருத்தி,
கடைசி துளியோடு,
கழண்டு விழுந்து-மணலாக
மாறி போன பிரியம்.

என்றோ எழுதியவை-3

2009-06-23T09:59:00.000-07:00

பாலையின் வெட்கை

இரவின் மடியில்,

என் இருப்பை

வினவி பொகின்றன

உன் இல்லாமை.

காதோர கடிகள்

தலை சிலிர்க்கையில்,

காற்றோடு கரைகிறது-

நள்ளிரவு கனவாய்.

வேண்டாத போது -வரும்

மரணத்தை விட கொடியது

வேண்டிய போது

வாராத மரணம்.

என்றோ எழுதியவை-2

2009-06-23T09:29:00.000-07:00

சீட்டாட்டம்

ஒவ்வொரு சுற்றிலும்

வெவ்வேறு விரலில்,

வெவ்வேறு சீட்டுகளுடன் - சேர்வது

குலுக்கி போடப்பட்ட சீட்டுகள் மட்டுமல்ல...

கழித்துக் கட்டபடுவதும்,

முக்கிய புள்ளியாய் முளைப்பதும்,

பதுக்கபடுவதும்,

சீண்ட படாமலே போவதும்

சீட்டுகள் மட்டுமல்ல....

ஒட்டி நின்ற சீட்டுகள்

வேறு விரலுக்கு சென்றவுடன்

வெட்டபடுவதும் சீட்டாடத்திற்கு மட்டுமே

உரித்தானதல்ல...

ஆனால்,

அடுத்த ஆட்டம் அறிந்து கொள்வதும்,

ஆட தெரிந்தவனிடம் தஞ்சமடைவதும்

சீட்டுக்கு மட்டும் சாத்தியமில்லை.

என்றோ எழுதியவை-1

2009-06-23T09:19:00.000-07:00

1. துளிர் தேடும் அவசரத்தில்
கிழியும் காற்றானாது
வீழும் இலையின் மரணம்.
-------------------------------------------------------------
2. விலகும் தறிகள்
இணைத்து போகின்றன
இழைகளை.
------------------------------------------------------------
3. கிணற்றிலேயே வாழ்ந்து விட
முடியுமென்றால்- வேறென்ன கவலை
கிணற்று தவளைக்கு?

தேர்தல் முடிவுகள்2009

2009-05-17T13:48:00.000-07:00

பாராளுமண்ற தேர்தல் முடிவுகள், பெரும்பலோருக்கு ஆச்சர்யத்தை ஏற்படித்தியிருக்கிறது. அதிமுக கூட்டணியின் தோல்விக்கான காரணங்கள் என இப்பொழுது சொல்லபடுபவை எல்லாம் யூகங்களே. அவை நிருப்பிக்க முடியதவை. ஆனால் ஏன் பெரும்பாலனோர் எதிர்பார்ப்பு பொய்த்தது என அனுமானிக்கலாம்.

தேமுதிகா வின் ஒட்டு பிரிப்பு திமுகாவிற்கு சாதகம் என தேர்தல் முன்பு இருந்து பலர் சொல்லி வருகிரார்கள், ஆனால் என்னால் அதை முழுமையாக ஏற்க முடியவில்லை. காரணம்- தேமுதிகா ஆட்சியில் இருப்பவருக்கு எதிரான ஓட்டுக்களையே பிரிக்கிறது என்றால், ஏன் சென்ற சட்டசபை தேர்தலில் அது அதிமுகவிற்கு உதவவில்லை?
பணம் பாய்ந்திருக்கிறது -உண்மை. அதிமுக ஒன்றும் பண பற்றாக்குறையான கட்சி இல்லையே? இவர்கள் எல்லோரை விட பணம் குறைவாக உள்ள தேமுதிக நல்ல ஓட்டு விகிதம் பெற்று இருக்கிறதே?
இலங்கை தமிழர் பிரச்சினை: இதை மட்டுமே பிரதானமாக நம்பி எதிர்கட்சிகள் பிரச்சாரம் பண்ணினார்கள். ஆனால் அது ஏன் தேர்தல் அலையாக மாறவில்லை? ஒரு பிரச்சனை தேர்தல் அலையாக மாறும் போது அது பல தர்க்க நியாங்களை இழந்து, வெரும் உணர்வு பூர்வமாக மட்டும் பார்க்க படும். உதாரணம்: ராஜிவ் படுகொலைக்கு பின் தேர்தல், ஜெயலலிதா நடத்திய ஆடம்பர திருமணத்திற்கு பின் வந்த தேர்தல். தேர்தல் அலை எப்பொழுதும் ஒரு பொதுபடுத்தபட்ட குற்றவாளியையும், அதற்கு எதிரான வரையும் அடையாளம் கண்டிருக்கும்.ஆனால் இந்த முறை அப்படி நடக்கவில்லை. எல்லா கட்சிகளும் தேர்தல் நேர பிரச்சினையாக மட்டுமே இலங்கை பிரச்சினயை அனுகியது மக்களுக்கு பிடிக்காமல் போகியிருக்கலாம். அந்த பிரச்சனையின் நீண்ட நெடும் காலம், அதன் மேலான ஈர்ப்பை குறைத்திருக்கலாம். மிக முக்கியமாக, இலங்கை பிரச்சனை ltte மற்றும் இலங்கை அரசுக்கும் ஆன போராக மட்டுமே பெரும்பாலான் ஊடகங்களால் நிறுவ பட்டுவிட்டது. அது ஒரு மனிதநேய பிரச்சினையாக பார்க்க படவில்லை. அப்படி பார்க்க பட்ட ஒரு சில பார்வகளும் LTTE ஆதரவு என்றே முத்திரை குத்தபட்டது. In war ther is no neutral, either you or with us or against us- என்ற கால காலமாக ஏற்கவைக்கபட்ட வாதம், பிரச்சனையின் மையபுள்ளியை நகர்த்திவிட்டது. ஊடகங்களின் மூலமாக தன் எண்ணங்களை தீர்மானிக்கபடும் (வருத்தபட வேனடியது தான் என்றாலும், இதுதான் நிதர்சன்ம்), வாக்களர்கள், தீவரவாத எதிர்ப்பு, மரண ஒலம் இரண்டுக்கு நடுவே குழம்பி போகி , ஒரு தனிப்பட்ட எதிரியயை அடையாளம் காண முடியவில்லை. மக்களின் வாழ்வாதர பிரச்சினைகளை பற்றி பேசாமல் ஒரு உணர்வு பூர்வமான பிரச்சினையை முன் வைத்து வெற்றி பெற்று விடலாம் என சுலபமான பதயை தேர்ந்தெடுத்துவிட்டார் ஜெ.மின் பாற்றாக்குறையால் அதிகம் பாதிக்கபட்ட கொங்கு பகுதியில் திமுகாவால் வெல்ல முடியவில்லை. என் தனிபட்ட உணர்வு, விஜயகாந்த், மக்கள் பிரச்சினைகளோடு தன்னை இணைத்த அளவுக்கு கூட ஜெ இணயவில்லை.
திமுக எப்பொழுதும் தனெக்கெதிராய் ஒரு எதிரி இருப்பதையே விரும்பி இருக்கிறது. தன் வெற்றியைவிட மதிமுக, பாமக, போன்ற கட்சிகளின் வளர்ச்சியை மட்டு படுத்துவதில் அதன் கவனத்தை பல முறை செயல் படுத்தி இருக்கிறது. இது கருணாநிதியின் மிக பெரிய ராஜதந்திரம். முன் எப்பொழுதும் இல்லாத வகையில் , இந்த முறை, அது பெரிய அளவில் வெற்றி பெற்றிருகிறது. ஆனால், காலம் வெற்றிடங்களை விரும்புவது இல்லை. விஜயகாந்தின் ஓட்டு அதைதான் நிருபிக்கிறது. இன்னும் எத்தனை காலம் தனியாய் தாக்கு பிடிப்பார் என காத்திருக்கிறது திமுக/அதிமுக. வலைக்குள் விழுமா, அல்லது அதற்குள் எங்கேனும் வெல்லுமா என்பதை காலமே சொல்லும். அரசியலும் , சினிமா போலத்தான், பலமுறை, வெற்றியை தீர்மானிப்பவை, நிகழ்தகவுகளே. ஆனால் , தன் இருப்பிடத்தை தக்க வைக்க வெற்றிகள் அவசியம். அது சினிமாவில் ரஜினியாக இருந்தாலும் சரி, அரசியலில் விஜயகாந்தாக இருந்தாலும் சரி. அடுத்த தேர்தல், எல்லோரைவிட விஜ்யகாந்துக்கு பெரிய சவால்.

The Devil wears Prada

2009-05-03T23:18:00.000-07:00

As the movie title rolls, we see two women getting ready. The scenes switch between their bedrooms to give a sneak into the way how they start a day. One, carefully gets herself ready in empty nice house. On other hand, we see a girl who chose 'a' dress . She leaves from her messy room , kissing her boyfriend in bed and then eats a heavy burger with garlic and onion smell. She is the protagonist of the story, Andrea. Andrea is getting ready for her interview to the post of personal assistant to Miranda (played by Meryl Streep), the editor in chief of fashion magazine 'Run-away'. Miranda can make or break any fashion designer. This job is what any girl would die for. For Andrea, fashion world is just a dress. She want the job for the contacts it gives.It's a temp place for her. While every one runs behind Miranda, Andrea just does her job. She puts all her effort. She works even ignoring her meeting with her father. She does it to show she is capable but not because she likes it. She doesn't get a smile from Miranda. She says Andrea disappoints her. Andrea decides to resign. But it makes her feel as if she is quitting. Andrea, the intellectual, smart girl. Girl with brains in a place loaded with girls whose brain knows only about food and dress. Can she quit ?Won't it mean she couldn't do what those girls can do. Does she concede? After this movie is about how Andrea wins the heart of Miranda. She shouts over the roof top when Miranda remembers Andrea name and ask her to do deliver notes in her house. But in the course she loses her friends, boy friend more importantly what she stood far. What is worse, when everyone says she has changed, she thinks she didn't, she thinks she is same old idealistic girl and now she had no other option. She does everything just because Miranda wants her do it.

Are we all not Andrea? The world calls it as growing up, becoming சமத்து. Are we not get seduced by the appreciation of our superiors .For that aren't we move far from what we stand for and get engulfed in the great grand spin? The greatest irony is that we never know that we are moving away from our base. At the end when we get changed so much, we no longer remember where our base is. Its same for an innocent college grad enters into corporate or for an revolutionary leader who starts his fight against giant system for the people's independence and sovereignty. We all wonder how he got changed so much, how he degraded from a Savior to a mob killer, how she changed from a heart of gold to surviving beast which will drink any blood to secure its position. The real world says its as being practical. What a vicious word? What a euphemistic way of saying nothing else is reality?

All start as a small compromise. Small compromise to stay in the game. Change yourself little bit so that you can be in the game and when your time comes you can do what you want. But for that you have to be in the game. But, history again and again shows, these people when they reach the point, which they wanted to reach- not for its attraction but for the help it will give to their cause- gets completely merged into the system and no longer remembers why they actually want to reach there.

It all starts as a simple game of visiting the boundaries of a dark forest. We just keep few steps in and get out. We keep playing. We think we can toy with it. But over time, before we recognize, we reach a point of no return. In the movie Annie just throws her mobile and gets back to her world. In real life, we couldn't say so easily, "I quit", even when we realize the cost of running it is getting more. Eventually we chose to surrender than to quit.

அறிமுகம்

2009-04-12T20:46:00.000-07:00

காம புள்ளியை சுற்றி
காலம் கோடு போட்ட
கோலம் நான்.

Out lie rs

2009-03-29T23:18:00.000-07:00

Outliers is a book by Malcolm Gladwell, which analyses the success of people and tries to put the big picture behind the success. As it says, the bigger picture is the things our conventional moral lessons fail to say. It says how society, cultural heritage and chance plays important role in one becoming successful or famous. It is not just one’s talents. What it says is not those people became successful just because they were lucky. It accepts they were talented. But they had something beyond their talents that brought them the fortunes. For some it was where their great grand parents born. For some it was their year of birth or month of birth. Actually these are the things it states as reason for their success more than their talents: When you born, where you born, to whom you born and to whom they were born. It’s interesting and even more convincing. But what it ignores is it doesn’t speak about negative samples. About the people whom even with their talents failed. Well it shrugs of it with the argument those people don’t exist; they are wiped out simply because it’s winners who write history.

The book brings out an interesting fact; any person who succeeds has put 10000 hours of work before he succeeds. Neither one succeeded without that much hours of effort, nor one failed with that much work. What it extrapolates is the people with some advantages (the ones stated above) gets these hours. And the other group doesn’t. Well its huge amount of time to put. You won’t put so much unless you get some feedback, you will give up in middle if you don’t think you can make out. It’s like a marathon. The moment you know you won’t finish, you quit. It’s easy. You can find it sooner. But it applies only to the people who run for the purpose of winning. Not for those people who run for the reason of running. It is the point the book fails to understand. It is true the year of birth plays pivotal role in the Silicon Valley success stories. But it’s more important when they entered into computer field they don’t know it’s the future. They hooked to it because they loved it, not because they thought it will bring them success. That is the fundamental reason. The passion. No one can predict how world takes its course over years. All one can do is to do the things that he love to do. It’s one thing you can see in the people all who succeeded. Bill gates didn’t spend 10000 hours in computer because he predicted it will be the future. It’s true A.R.Rahman got Oscar because he was in music industry when world is shrinking and India is growing. But what’s more important is he didn’t chose music as his profession, because he predicted globalization or because he know what he should do in next 20 years to get Oscar. It’s simply because he loved music. The converse is also true. Take any profession or industry, its not nurtured persons, persons whose parents identified it’s the future and nurtured their offspring, who made their marks in industry. By overwhelming majority its people who are first of it’s kind. What Malcolm Gladwell fails to point out is a single story where a person understood his date of birth advantage, his year of birth advantage, his cultural advantage and chose a profession and marveled in it. He can’t present a case like that simple because it doesn’t exist.

What he says is truth, undisputable but it holds no value. It’s like the fact earth is round for a person who never traveled more than 100 mile from his place of living. It is as much true as saying, sun raises in east is false. But it holds no value. Because at the end of day, what makes this life a worth one is the reason for which it lived. A man loses his life once he knows his life is built on nothing. It is his beliefs, his passion, however foolish they are to the critical eyes, but that’s what keep them running. It’s not the success it gives. Success is just by-product.

P.S.:
An important thing, I learned in this book is that I have to give my 10000 hours of work to make whatever I wrote to be more interesting.

drop-3

2009-03-29T20:29:00.000-07:00

There was a sound. It was not disturbing. It does not have a beat or rhythm or anything that could make it as music. It cannot be shrugged as noise or as hissing sound. Actually, he didn’t sense it when it was there. He identified it when it was absent. He felt the difference in its absence. He tried hard to remember how it sounded. He could not put his finger. He could not bring it back, even with his musical talents which brought him awards from every corner of the world. His impotency made him to doubt his senses. Is it true he heard them or he just dreamt as he heard it all these years. Is it just another dream he just woke up from?

விலாசமில்லாத மடல்

2009-03-07T22:52:00.000-08:00

வார்த்தை கடலில் ,
நமக்கான உறவை சொல்லும் வார்த்தை,
சிப்பிக்குள் முத்தாய், எங்கோ...

நான் வருண பகவானல்ல...
ஆனால் பாசியில் இருந்து முத்துக்களை
பிரிக்க தெரிந்தவன்.........

உன்னை நான் அறிமுகபடுத்துவதற்கான வார்த்தை
என்றேனும் சரியான சிப்பியில் விழும்...
என்றேனும் என் கரை தொடும்....

ஆனால்,
அன்று என் அருகில் இருப்பாயா நீ?
இல்லை நம் உறவு
இறந்த காலம் ஆகி இருக்குமோ?

(பி.கு). உனக்கு தெரியும் இது உனக்கு தானென்று..

Drop-2

2009-03-03T23:02:00.001-08:00

You are there. I could sense your body in my breath. Your fragrance fills my nostrils. I feel the heat generated from your body. I stretch my hand to hold you. I wake by the sound of my servant. He came close to me thinking I called him. I nod my head, indicating him to leave. I have meetings to catch up and deals to sign. I am the hope, role model for any aspiring youth. Books were written. My life had been microanalysed: how smart my choices were? How each moved me an inch towards what I am now?

I have everything, still nothing. I am happy, still unhappy. May be my choices were wrong. I should have dropped everything and shall have come with you when you called me. We might be in a house arguing whether we should buy a saree for you or chappal for me with the bonus I got. We might fight everyday. Neighbors might murmur about us with heads low as we cross them. But I will have you. Is that I want? After all these years, I don’t know. I don’t know the answer to the question my dad asked me while I am in my hall and you are in the station waiting for me. It’s a life I never lived, I could never live. I have no answer how could it be. I don’t know which is worthy?

Drop-1

2009-03-01T20:22:00.000-08:00

I shall write, as frequent as, at least a para at a time. It could be about anything including nothing. It shall have simple sentences. Short sentences of small but correct words. It shall attempt nothing other than speaking interestingly. It will be written- rewritten till it’s achieved. It can speak about same things again and again, I can rephrase what some one said, but it shall not use same sentences.

Why it shall present here. The people who reach for this blog can be counted in two hands. They come here because they know me, nothing else. When I started to write here 2 years back I thought it would be a miracle it crosses 10. Here I am close to half century. So I hope I can outlive my expectations.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“What the hell you mean by, is he normal? He is normal…Yes, He says Let there be lights, even to turn on room light. It’s because he reads lot, dreams lot. He wants to become a playwright. He will become, my son will.” The tiny drop about to spill from her eyes finds place in kerchief.

“Please find him. He didn’t runaway, He is missing. I am a single mother, I drink, smoke, I live selling me. But I am not a bad mother. I love him” Her heart screamed, but her lips only quivered.

ARR , OSCAR, Lady Fortuna

2009-02-23T22:31:00.000-08:00

Yes, A R Rahman is lucky enough, lady Fortuna really smiled at him, to get two Oscars , on first nomination itself, when several talented people had to settle with just nominations and nominations all their life time. There is no denying of it. But,
it was 1992 he made his first Tamil film music,
it was 2002 when he made his maiden stage productions "Bombay Dreams", in Broadway.

It has been 6 years since he entered global arena, with the backing as most famous music composer from a country of vast differences like India, in a period where global Indians are outnumbering and spreading across all geographies. Still he could manage only handful of global movies in all these years. He gave his best, he tried all these years to put his mark on global map.

Yes , instead of Latin America it happened to be India, to be used to show the dark alleys of developing (or is it third world ?) country. As it happened to be a film happening in India and among the people of Indians, an Indian music director is needed. Above that it happened to be a fairy tale that speaks about hope and the victory of honesty while living in a possible hell (Oliver twist of the current recession driven world). Lady Fortuna made all these to happen to handover the Oscar to A R Rahman(How the titular question and the answer of the film slum dog millionaire aptly fits here: "How did he do it? The ans: Its written"), but it was ARR -his talents and his perseverance, which made himself to stand in a place lady Fortuna smiles.

Guru Dutt-1

2009-02-15T18:20:00.000-08:00

It had been some time since I wrote anything that can be qualified as an article. It’s almost 2 months. All I wrote is snippets. May be that’s what my life is turning into; from large planned constructed grandeur dreams to small tiny snippets which just shine a moment and before you capture its gone. All one left with afterwards just vast dark sky.

What I did? I read lot some books, the books I enjoyed, the books I felt average and luckily nothing I dropped in the middle. But if I try to recollect names I couldn't. May be I will start to tell the story and before I know I might jump to an incident from other story, it might be from a movie I saw. Because that’s what I am doing when I am not reading book, watching DVD's from netflix. That brings me to what I want to write about- Guru Dutt movies.

I happened to watch 3 Guru Dutt movies and 2 of them back to back. It’s interesting how some movies leave an impact in us; even they are half a century old and tells a story that most films tell. They still impact us in spite of the length, the songs which comes every now and then (like the bus in rural areas which stop at every wink or for every man standing close to the road), the cardboard sets, the lighting and static cameras. Thinking about the new technology in camera, music, graphics or story telling they can catch a momentary attraction but surely they can't make a work survive against time. The only thing that can make one survive the test of time is the heart of the movie, what it says and how it says. The first movie to use cinema scope, to be multicolor, to use some xyz camera, the one hero does 10 roles or 100 roles, nothing matters. The person who forces himself to remember it might win some quiz, but they are mostly like the impression you make in the sands of beach. You can press as much as you want but eventually some tide might wipe it out. But a perfect movie is something like first kiss. Its impression not lies on the cheek where you got it but inside your heart. It stays there till you lose your heart.

In Pyassa, Vijay is a poet who is running into publishers to make his work as book. No one is ready to do. His brothers, who sell his work as waste paper, ill treats him and throw him out of house. He accidentally meets a prostitute, Gulab, who sings his song not knowing he is the writer of those songs. When Vijay follows her as he hears the song, she mistakes him for a customer and knowing he has no money she throws him out. Then she learns he is the writer, falling in love for his works she tries to help her. She falls in love for him. But his pride stops him from taking much help from her and he runs away from her. Vijay meets his college day lover Meena who is now married to a rich man, whom she chose over Vijay for economic reasons. She still likes him but she wants to have wealth too. Her husband, Ghosh, smelling something wrong about her wife's past offers Vijay a job. He is a publisher. His whole intention is to know about his wife’s past and so he brings Vijay home and humiliates him. Meena wants vijay's love as a hobby. Vijay gets out of job. He gets to know her mother is dead. He no longer wants to live.

He decides to end his life. But before that he gives his coat to a beggar who dies and Vijay escapes with some injury. Everyone things Vijay is dead. Gulab, with all her savings publish Vijay work. It becomes big hit. Everyone takes pride in his work, including his brothers and Ghosh except Gulab. When Vijay comes back every own denounce him saying not Vijay and puts him in asylum. He escapes from there and comes for his memorial service. Now everyone takes his side. Being fed up with the world he says he is not that Vijay, and leaves the world and goes somewhere with Gulab.

When the movie starts Vijay is singing about the beauty of world the nature and about a bee that enjoys the world and suddenly someone walking crushes it and walks away even without noticing. That’s what Vijay's life. A human soul's cry for love, for honesty, for dignity, it being beaten up on every corner of the world, which loses its hope in the dark alleys of life: that’s what Pyassa is all about.

life and numbers

2009-02-15T16:29:00.000-08:00

Prime numbers are what is left when you have taken all the patterns away. I think prime numbers are like life. They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them.
----from the curious incident of the dog in the night time by Mark Haddon

plagiarism

2009-02-07T00:10:00.000-08:00

சொல் இன்றி -நீ
சொல் பவையின்,
பொருள் புரியாமல்
பொருளற்று போகுது-என்
பொழுதுகள்.

choose the correct answer

2009-01-23T22:07:00.000-08:00

1. Which is worse?
a. Nothing to tell,
b. No one to tell.

2. Which is more vicarious?
a. Living through books,
b. Living through Gtalk

3. What is life?
a. roulette,
b.Russian roulette

4. What is history?
a. You beat someones record.
b. someone beats your record.

5. What is big lie?
a. There is a correct answer
a. There exists truth

It's a lie!!! (nitpick)

2009-01-19T22:28:00.000-08:00

I shall thank to my 5 year old niece to open my eye to the lie with which we started our country. I was talking to her over phone. She was starting to school and asked me about my office. I said for me it is night. She could not understand. She was wondering how could be such a bright sun exists and I can say night. That was the moment it dawned me what a lie i have read, re-read hundreds of times , quoted hundreds of times, has been accoladed for reciting out with a vociferousness more than that of the person who said it first time: “when the world sleeps, India will awake to life”. does ever whole world sleeps at same time?

2009-01-18T16:33:00.000-08:00

உனக்காக மறிக்கச் சொல்,
நொடியில் செய்வேன்,
உனக்காக வாழ சொல்லாதே-
நான் தோற்று போகிவிடுவேன்.

2009-01-12T23:11:00.000-08:00

Sunday mid night I am in deep sleep. It seems my phone has ringed and My room mate gave it to me saying you got a call and and it was over before i picked, It seems you have message. I read : “Bond died”. I was shocked. It was just few days I was chatting to him in gtalk , about his plan to go to kolkata. He was beaming that with that he would have gone to all metros...typical of him. He speaks speaks speaks for hours, elaborating on things...He will tell the story of a 3 hours movie for 3 hours.

I still remember the day i met him. I had joined company from campus and was looking for a house. I took room with Thiru who joined with me in the company. He said two of his college mates will join with us. I was moving to that house on night and bond was there. He told me his name is Vinoth and people call him bond. He started to speak as if he knew me for years. No one called him Vinoth. For all he is bond, even to the lady who came to cook food for us....

I think it was on Saturday or Sunday, I saw him in gtalk , but as I spoke to him just few days back I didn't ping him. I thought i can ping him later. Later , that's how we take things in life. We take things for granted. We take our things will exist and by a crude stroke by a moment its gone. Sometimes life is so cruel , it never gives a second chance. It throws us just questions, questions any single answer we find throws open hundreds of question and all of a sudden in fraction of moment it wipes us out. All this for what purpose? What greater good? what end ?

தப்பித்தல்

2008-12-30T19:21:00.000-08:00

சிறை பட்டு,
தரை பார்த்து,
உறை பனியாய் கிடக்கும் நாட்களில்
கரைந்து போகாமல்,
கரை கடப்பது எப்போது?

System

2008-12-21T13:05:00.000-08:00

There are four coins in the table I have an option to chose one. I chose one on my free will. So were all millions of people before and after me. Based on what every one chose surely there would have been a probability of what I might have chosen. As billions and billions people had chosen the probability would be damn accurate with an negligible error percent. If what I chose could have been predicted without ‘me’ does that not mean I have no free will? Didn’t I choose what I shall have chosen?

No. Because the probability is from the perspective of the system. If the system has predicted I might chose coin A and if I chose coin B then it is only a negligible error for the system for which I am one among the sample space of billions. I am no longer an error, only a noise. The fundamental premise of the system is the common denominator of a huge population, which is called the social behavior. It is not something that existed. It is something that has evolved just because more people decided to choose a coin over the other three. But the system conveniently can forget it and project on collective consciousness as it will make the system more reliable and simple. If a system has to be reliable it has to be simple enough for more people to believe and not simple enough to understand.

Do I change anything in system by choosing otherwise? No I can’t change the system. It’s not even my intention. My intention is my own ends. If my choice is in line with system prediction it embraces it. If not throws out me as noise.

The bicycle thieves

2008-11-09T10:57:00.001-08:00

Films are essentially about what it creates in you when you watch. But still context matters, more, older the film is. For the films which don't belong to our times, the one about which we read so many times, which we want to see because everyone you awe, awed about it. If we don't know the context, we may miss the beat. We may fail to understand why it was so pulsating then(though not now). The bicycle thieves also needs one such context. If we don't remember (to be exact force ourselves to remember), once cycle itself a luxury, we can ask what the heck, its a cycle.

The movie is more like a short story. It's during great depression times in Italy. The hero gets a job, when everyone struggles to get it. His job is to post flyers. He needs cycle for it. He talks to his wife about his rotten luck of having job and not to go. His wife takes the bed spreads which came as a present for her marriage,(which will explain why she is soar when she takes it to pawn shop) to pawn shop. With the pledged money he retrieves the cycle he pledged long time back. The whole country is running through pawn shops. It is one of the beautifully shot scene in the film. He goes to next counter in the same shop to redeem his cycle. At that time a person carries the bed spreads to store it. He enters a room which is filled with nothing but pledged bedspreads, as if the whole countries bed spreads just lie there.

While in work bunch of guys steal his cycle. The remaining movie is his search for it. During the process he even goes and meet an evangelist , whom he ridicules when his wife go to pay her for prediction that her husband will get job. He becomes a believer, he walk through all roads with his son for cycle. At last when he realizes he can't get the cycle, he decides to steal one. He steals and get caught. People beat him , and all this happens before his son. He walks back with his son. No longer its just a cycle that he lost.

The film still has relevance: you can replace a cycle with something. What makes a person to commit his first crime? The little push that starts the free fall of human character. Human character- that’s the word we use to define a man .Man who is actually what he is made of ,all those virtues he wrapped himself which might be of no value, they can't protect him if the things turns out to be too vicious to not break up. As the movie closes he walks back towards home, wiping his face with kerchief and his son holds his hand and his face is filled with tear, it can break anytime.

Its a neorealist film, the earliest of films that used real people and not actors in movie. But not those 'first of time' that makes this movie stand against winds of time. Its relevance, the concept it speaks about and the way it speaks. The way it follows a man's search for his cycle, his only source of hope to a normal life in a dying country. How far he goes to get it back, how much he puts in stake to get it, how much he will take before he gets broke. A movie more than just worth to watch for.....

Note: I thought of the interesting movies I watched last 2 weeks in a single post but will post others later