Back to writing

Wow, it's close to 9 years since I posted a blog, thanks to google for still preserving my blogspot. I was once proud of myself for being optimistic, I still remember how instead of cursing myself for my forgetfulness, I smiled thinking it helped me walk(an exercise) to my house to pick my phone. However, of late, I did become a victim of negativity and haven't been the same. I want to start being positive and therefore decided that it is a good idea to talk about the positive aspects of any topic I pick up.

I would like to start with a review of the movie "To Let". The best aspect of the movie is its simplicity. The scene that shows the lead actress striking the tv remote control on her hand tells you how close the movie is to reality. It's a very common scene in a lower-middle-class family. The movie shows a couple and a kid in a small rented house, the struggle they go through with the owner and how difficult it is for a person in the film industry to find a rented house. It is very true on how we love the stars in the movies and in fact celebrate them, however, when it comes to the workers behind the scenes, there is a common notion that people from the film industry tend to be immoral. There are several scenes that show how we could turn small incidents into happiness and all of them make you smile, it tells us to appreciate these moments in life. There is an instance in the movie which also depicts how a lower-middle-class person wants to be honest and yet lies in order to fulfill his family's wish. It is also not uncommon for a common man to start a search for a home at minimum rent and then, how he raises the amount. The kid in the movie did a great job and makes you smile most of the time. The time when he acts as a person showing a house to a prospective tenant, the best part is towards the end of the movie when he tries to erase all the pictures that he had drawn on the walls to ensure that the walls are clean.

It is definitely a great movie showing the day to day life of a common family in a city. It is a shame that this movie cannot be a commercial hit and wouldn't give a lot of money to the producers. I respect all the souls who made/involved in this movie. While there are several movies missing a very silly detail, the director's attention to detail in the movie needs a special mention. I wish Chezhiyan, the director to make more films like these. A search on the director shows that this movie already won the national award in the "best feature film" category in Tamil. It should be a dream come true for the debutant director who had previously done cinematography for a number of films (Kallori, Paradesi,...).

LOVE & Beauty

“Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other; it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other; it is concluded with the impossibility of separation.”


Call me as a freak, I never mind coz I just want to share this thought across your minds. Since Ages, we all adore beauty: isnt it? May be the beauty in the form of a thing, a girl, a boy or any other living being. But the strange thing here what a man/woman find is "interpreting LOVE". To make that simple for example, if you find a striking beauty across your path, you just feel that moment happy and some people want to make that happy moment to be permanent which may or may not happen. Talking about living beings, there is confusion for the majority about LOVE, LUST and ATTRACTION. One should judge himself what it means to him sincerely. Generally by the surroundings that we observe, the environment where we are brought up leads to conclusions about these things. So in the process of adoring beauty, the human being loses his control and obviously the character which shouldn’t be done.

Love is the important thing in our life as the career is.May be it is the love on parents, friends, well wishers, any relation that we make, we must respect that. We are here in this world to cherish each and every moment of our life. We are running out of time, just 2700 weekends ahead (considering current average age of 25).So apart from our career, we have so much to do and we can do this with our weapon LOVE.

PS: Nothing personal to the author.

ALN

There is nothing Fishy here....

There is a beautiful song by Enrique that goes like this

“You, do you remember me?
Like I remember you?
Do you spend your life going back in your mind to that time?
Because I, I walk the street alone, I hate being on my own
Everyone can see that I really fell
And I am going through hell thinking about you with somebody else

Somebody wants you,
Somebody needs you,
Somebody dreams about you every single night
Somebody can’t breathe without you it’s lonely
Somebody hopes that someday you’ll see
That somebody’s me (2)”
And it goes on…

I don’t know even if you remember me. However, the truth is I think about you almost every single day.

I see you in them, who are as tall as you are.
I see you in them, who talks and talks and talks like you do.
I see you in them, who are as cute as you are.

I think of you when I listen to the songs which you have once sung.

I don’t really understand why I should fall for you.
I don’t really understand why I should think about you.
I don’t really understand why I want to be with you.
My mind keeps telling me to be practical, but, my heart fails to listen.

Whenever I see a couple together, my lips part like, although, my heart sheds tears.
I wish we could be together like them,
I wish I could wait for you,
Wait to see your smile,
Wait to hold your hands,
Wait to walk with you,
Wait for the rest of my life for you.

I know that it may not even be possible, but, for some reason, my heart keeps saying that may be some day, all this could be true and I get fooled every time.

Sometimes, I feel I just want to tell you what I feel about you.
Sometimes, I feel I want to make you a fool just like I make a fool of myself.
Forget about succeeding in it, I never even tried anything.
I did want to try my luck once, but, in the attempt, became more heart-broken.

I feel happy when I listen to something good that happened to you.
I feel bad when it is the other way.

I believe that you deserve whatever you dream, than anybody else deserves their dreams.
I believe that I could take care of you better than anybody else could do.
I believe in all this, even though I know you hardly remember me.

I never knew I am this.
I never knew I would be like this.
I never knew that I could be so bold to do this.
I never knew that I could do something which would surprise even my friends, in addition to me.


Every time, I write I try to mention you.
Every time, I try to make people believe that it is not about you or me.
Every time, I try to make them believe that it is all bogus.

I am thinking of something this time too.


Once, I read one of my friend’s posts (a love letter). He mentioned that he did that for his friend. I wondered how he could do that until he feels that.
Now, that I did this. I do understand.

If the readers can’t understand, I tried to write a love letter. Just wanted to feel how it is to write one.
Your opinions(I still believe, there will be some) are welcome.

A True Story - Short and Cute

I opened my eyes on my bed. There is a smile on my lips when I realize this.

I saw this guy sitting on the sea shore with somebody invisible on his other side. This guy was speaking; however, I couldn’t hear him. When I neared him, he had something held in his hand; I could see him speaking emotionally. After a while he rose up slowly. He took his steps away from the sea, he could definitely walk faster, but, he didn’t. Looked like, he wanted someone to stop him. He continued, to take his steps, and there was no one to stop him. In a while, he went past the sand, suddenly, he looked up, and a droplet kissed his cheek. His lips parted to smile and then, there was a bang, he fell on the ground.

I opened my eyes on my bed. There was a smile on my lips when I realized it. I was excited about it. I am to meet somebody in the evening. I recollected as much I could.
The moment I heard her voice for the first time came to me. The time when I thought I would never ever see her again brought tears to me. The time when my heart pounded when I saw her once again. I could hear her sing. I wanted to join the group that had her, once again, finding a place so that I could be close to her.

It was evening. I took a shower and dressed up with one of my favorites. The smile never left me making people around to wonder and doubt me. As I walked on, the cool breeze welcomed me. I was as excited as the waves were.

Short ones are always sweet isn’t it? The pet names you have, the stories, we always heard this “short and cute” (I know it is wrong, but, I couldn’t resist than to mention it this way b’cos my title says that).

I said I was to meet somebody, but, I couldn’t see. I covered some distance with a hope to meet. Then, I saw fish (short in its name and cute it is, right?). My legs wanted no more to move. So, I sat down in such a way that I could face the fish. I looked at the fish for a while, I wanted to speak, to fish? Yes, that’s right. So, I started talking to the fish. Told the fish whatever I said I recollected. That brought smile to me. There could be so much hidden in a smile. I took my phone, read and then, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I rose up slowly. I took a few steps. I wanted somebody to stop me. I wanted the fish to stop me. The fish didn’t. I continued walking and I got past the sand. A droplet fell on me and I looked above to thank thinking that it wanted me to stop. I stood there. Then, there was a thump; I fell on to the ground with my eyes closed.

I opened my eyes on my bed. There was a smile on my lips when I realized it. I was neither excited nor worried, and there was confusion in my head. I don’t know if it is good if something happens or it is good that nothing happen. I couldn’t eat well, I was nervous about it. There were many recollections that I could make. Sometimes, they make me happy and at the other make my eyes wet. With whatever, it is, life has to move on. There would always be hurdles that one needs to cross. I have to move on.

I moved on, on the sea shore. I saw this guy. This guy was talking to a small one. I could hardly listen to him. He spoke while looking down. I could hear the last phrase. He said “I want to sleep...” The line is very simple. But, it meant something else. I could sense that with the way he rose. He walked past turning back every now and then. Suddenly, his head faced the heaven. He fell on the ground with a thud.

I opened my eyes on my bed. There is a smile on my lips when I realize it…


The word “I” is powerful right? That word would have raised so many eyebrows when they read this. Did you notice, I said “I” is a word even though it is just a letter.
I don’t know if this is cute, but, this is certainly small when compared to my previous ones.

PS: A “story” remains a story whether it is “true” or “false”. So, don’t ask me who the girl is.

Wonder Creation

There is always a reason to write. A mail from one of my friend kindled me to write this one. So, if you have to say something it goes to the friend (I mean the blame because the credit obviously comes to me :P). It was around 10 last night, I entered in my diary that when I get the words I would do this. Now, it is 5 in the morning, I am sitting in a bus terminus and doing this. It might sound like I am bored and that is why I am doing this, but, I would deny it. I have been seeing(oops, that is not the right word) people around. Obviously, my first choice would be girls. But, may be it is that mail, I am looking at other women too. I could hear a woman calling out for 'Sheela', probably her grand-daughter. I have seen now and a lot of times before, women playing with their kids. When they are with their kids, they forget most of the things. They understand their kid's needs more than anyone and that matter of fact amazes me every time I feel that.

I hope you aren't wondering what I am talking about. Yes, this is about the most wonder creation(I know I made a mistake in saying wonder instead of wonderful, but, there is a reason. Because we no more realize the tight meaning of wonderful) 'Women'.

Usually we are being described as "boys are always boys", so, let me start with it. There have been numerous times when women has brought smiles to us, or raised our eyebrows (I don't get anymore, therefore ->), etc...

Women love to be loved, love to be taken care of, and of course they love to reciprocate that. But, one thing which I got in my mind now, is that they love to hear good about them (may be like this one). Yes, coming back to what I was saying they reciprocate everything but this. Not that, I want them to talk good about men(we aren't crazy about it like you do :P), but, I hardly or may be never heard men being described or talked about (expect for in a few Ajith movies). Oops, I think I am diverting from the topic.


Generally, women face a lot of challenges from their childhood. This is what amazes me as how they overcome everything and stand tall. We all know most of the social problems which they face like eve teasing, sexual harassment, killing at birth, etc.. I also wanted to mention a few more minor, but, really important issues.
My grandfather used to ask a question as to why girls need education. There was no one who gave a reason to him and that is the reason my mom struggles to sign her name every time she has too. There are girls who get married as soon as they finish their education. They are never allowed to live a life of their own. We would have had fun watching Vadivelu or anyone else beating their wife after getting drunk, but, in reality, it is the worst scene and nobody with a heart would do that. And one more issue is the dowry, the worst thing here is that people don't realize it, they just let it go. I've mentioned only a few, and there are numerous challenges facing women. The toughest thing is that they can't even tell their problems to others.


I forgot the reason why I started this, the mail I got was a true and honest request from girls. I don't like ctrl+C, ctrl+V. So, I just wanted to mention some of them in my own words.
What does a girl need in a relationship? It is really simple, she wants to be loved.
I just want to ask all of us to respect her for what she is, treat her as a friend, give her all the liberty you would give a friend, fight with her as you do with your sister, give her support when ever she needs it.

I am not sure if I mentioned whatever I wanted to, but, I think I did try and I should better close this. I did this not to attract or to sound good for anybody in particular(but, if you do, you can approach me :P), but, I am doing this because I felt so.

There is one more thing I want to say, this time, it is from all of you reading(I hope there are some reading this). Below is a link and it is called 'comments'. Do care to click on it and mention a few words. For a person who loves writing or in my case who started loving, the words in that link would mean a lot. Whether you liked it or not, I just want to know. Thank you for your time.

A Walk To Remember

Somebody is dying to read my blog, he has been asking me about this the moment I told him. But, I want this to be read when I post it. Sorry yaar, I couldn't tell you this.

Go ahead and read it you'll know.




I was walking down the road as usual from my friend's place. It was a little late in the evening and therefore, there was little action on the road. The streets were almost deserted. So,I started singing one of my favorite number. I could see a 'panipuri' shop getting closed, a couple were walking hand in hand. Yes, I too wanted to walk that, but, I know I couldn't. I hardly know any girls and therefore, it is almost impossible at least for now. I was crossing the road and was taken aback due to a bike. After cursing(of course, in my breath) him I crossed the road.

I knew there would be dogs on the road and I hoped that I can walk past them as usual, but, did have my fear as usual. It was at that time I heard a dog barking and I sensed that the sound was from behind. Before I realized it crashed on me. Well,I thought it was the dog, but, thank God no. It was a girl who was breathing heavily. I don't know what the dog saw in me, but, it was for good, it barked for a while, stopped and then turned back(it made the girl believe in me). My heart which was beating fast calmed down a little. Then, I saw this girl panic stricken. She was wearing a red top and a blue jean. I don't know how I got the courage I held her hand and asked her to calm down. I think she was about to cry, but, she managed to hold back her tears. Her frightened eyes were glowing in the round face, she had a sharp nose and her hair neatly combed and held by a pink rubber band. After a while she looked better. When she got relaxed, she spoke to me. Her voice was feeble which showed that she is yet to become normal. After a struggle, she asked me if I can walk her home to which I accepted. So, we started walking on her direction. All the time, our hands were together. Both of us, didn't realize it. I tried to talk, but, as usual I was thinking, I felt that she was not in a mood to speak. So, I continued to keep mum. I could then see her terror stricken eyes turning to be innocent when for a split second she turned to face me. We arrived at her house. Her mom was sitting in the lawn, may be, waiting for her daughter. At last, the girl's hand took leave off my hand and she sprinted towards her mom. she hugged her very tight and I think her eyes got wet(girls are crazy). It was after a moment she realized that I was still there. she turned to her mom and spoke to her something every fast. Both of them came to me to thank. I walked back to my Pg.

The next morning, I was scolding myself for not even asking her name. When I went past her house, I tried to glance at it, I couldn't see her. I walked a few more steps and then, saw her waiting in her school uniform. She waved her hand with a broad smile in her face and I returned back.

Love, an enigma

I was walking down the street and noticed a couple talking in a corner. We come across them every now and then, don’t we? Mostly, we would see them happy, smiling or giggling around. However, this couple, I am talking about were different or at least that is what I believed. They were worried about something. It could have been about anything. But, I thought it was ‘the most difficult problem’ most of the couples would be facing.
One of my friends was happy with my previous blog and appreciated me in a way I didn’t imagine. First of all, thanks to my friend. And this one is because of the same friend.
I was actually asked to write about or review Chetan Bhagat’s “Two States”. Let me see how it goes.
The bottom line of the book is pretty simple – it is about the basic problem faced by most of the pairs who want to start their life together. Yes, it is about the parents whom the pair needs to convince to start over.
However, I would like to see this in a different light. We all know that love is not just about the feeling or the care we show on the opposite sex. There are so many forms of love. We love anyone or every one or anything or everything we come across. Apart from the usual love we talk about, we love our parents, blood relations, pets, hobbies and what not. So, the basic problem is finding the important one, i.e. to prioritize them. And that isn’t going to be easy at all. So, I would comprehend that the enemy of love is love itself, i.e. the love on one particular person or thing can be an enemy for another. Because, most of the time they contradict each other.
Ranking the loved ones isn’t easy because we don’t have any tests to do that and even if we have, we have to answer them ourselves, not to forget the evaluation. Each one could be important at different places or situations. The most important ones are the most difficult ones. And that is the reason we find it difficult to take our decisions.
One might have to lose their passion or lose their dreams or people because of another. Actually, the problem of the lovers we talk about comes last because these problems start very early. We have always missed something because of another, starting from the toys. Haven’t we seen or experienced people giving up their desires, giving up their needs, giving up what they loved just because they wanted something else or to satisfy someone else. And this is a major problem in our country, since we always need backing up. And we believe that we couldn’t survive without the backup. We are always dependent on others(mostly parents). I don’t blame anyone for this, it is the way it has been and it is the way it is going to be, at least for another decade.
Coming back to the love which is very commonly known.
“Love is very beautiful” – we would have heard that a number of times.
Each one of us believes our love is different or it is the best or it is true. And that is because it is a special feeling for every one of us which others couldn’t understand, in fact, at times, we couldn’t understand. “Love is something which cannot be understood through words, it should be felt, because even the one who feels it doesn’t understand it” this is my way of looking at it.
The people around us may tell us so many things about ourlove, but, for us, those things don’t matter. And we don’t like people giving suggestions about it. So, I believe we need to respect each other’s feelings. (It is not only about love, it is for every other feeling). Haven’t we heard “Macha, edhu appadi kadayadhu da, enodadhu vera” (dude, this is not like that, mine is different, I meant the love). Even the ones who are in love couldn’t understand the love of others. Therefore, it isn’t right to blame our parents for not accepting. They haven’t heard this concept and it isn’t easy for them to accept. All of us are selfish and we have our ego, and this is the main reason for most of the problems. Even if we do understand certain things, we do not accept it because of our self respect or esteem or simply ego.
I know I haven’t given any solution to this; it is because I am no sage or judge to give a verdict on the most complex issue, I say it is complex because it is a mixture of so many issues that most of us ignore most of the times. The experienced ones would see at least a few of them. And at this age we don’t see them or we don’t care about them.
I always believe that if we miss something, let it be. There is always something else which would make us happy. We as humans never get satisfied with anything we have. Getting the loved one (by loved ones I mean anything that we love) is the same, may be, we deserve something better. Just hope so, and try to be happy.
Wow, that is a great coincidence, I hear this song rather these lines – therindhi veiypoma manasai therindhi veipoma, varuvadhu yaar endru vettu dhan papomae, ada unakanae pirandhadhu unnakae dhan, kedachadha vechikoda avalovudhan… (for those who don’t understand Tamil, let us keep our heart open, let us see who is gonna come, you have a someone born for you, be satisfied with whatever you have). Pettarap…….. 

I just wanted to add a request. This is for both parents and the children. We love each other. Never doubt each other's love.