Monday, 10 August 2015

From Grandpa with Love...

Shuffling through old papers, I came across a letter written by my father in law to my elder son,Manas who was then three months short of his 10th birthday.I found it interesting as unlike the usual letters it contained anecdotes on the celebration of the Onam festival.As Onam is just around the corner, I thought of  sharing this with the readers.Hope you like it...

Kodanad
28/8/1995

My dear Chindu
You have written a nice letter.Did you write it yourself or did mother help you? I liked it very much.You write well in English.So I thought I will write to you again. But I have nothing new to write..
Today is 'Atham', the first day of Onam celebration.You know we put flowers in circles in front of the house.Do you do it there? Do you get flowers in the fields outside?

When I was a boy,we used to go out in to the fields to collect flowers At that time there were wastelands and bare hills outside.Wild plants and flowers were in plenty.We had small bamboo baskets to gather the flowers- Kadali, Kongini(Kingini),Thumba, Thottavadi(Touch me not), Mukkui,Pannipoo were some of the wild flowers we got.

Then we have balsam,chembararathi,wadamalli,mathapoo and merrigold from the garden.We draw a circle or star design and arrange different coloured flowersin it.Then we go to the neighbouring houses to see how they have done it.The next day we gather more flowers and make better designs.This we used to do for ten days.On the 10th day we have Onam.

There is gaiety and rejoicing in the homes.Relatives and children from other houses come and we have a great time running about and playing.One popular game we play for Onam "Thalapandu."We make a ball with paper or leaves.We did not buy it from the shop.We made our own ball and played. It is just like cricket.In place of 3 stumps, we put one stump.We have two teams- One team stands as fielders to catch the ball.A boy from the opposite side strikes the ball  in different ways , with the  hand, leg, over the head etc.The fielders have to catch the ball.If the ball is caught in the air, the boy is 'out' as in cricket.If not the fielder has to run,get the ball and throw it at the stump from where he stopped it.If the ball strikes the stump it is 'out'. This game we used to play for Onam.

In the house also there is gaiety.We get new clothes to wear, banana chips to eat, pappadam, payasam and a variety of dishes for the Onam meal.After the long rains, the climate is also good.There is sunshine and good weather.

Onam is actually a harvest festival.People get Paddy, banana,beans, chena (Yam), mathanga(melon) etc from the farm.So everybody has plenty of food and all are happy. Onam is celebrated by all Malayalees as their national festival. Do you like reading all this?If you don't understand, ask Amma and she will explain. You write to achachan again and you will soon learn to write letters by yourself without help from mother or anybody else.
Wishing  you and Chikku a happy Onam!
With Love
Achachan


PS : The Grandfather  (Achachan),T,N,Sankaran is today no more.It is  sweet little lines like these that keep the memory alive..

Saturday, 8 August 2015

Chalk and Cheese ( Drishyam)

Thought I won't write this
as my review in verses always  came
when  I was so impressed
with  a  movie
yet  couldn't help writing this one
though frustration and  disappointment
was the motivation this time..


Both the original and the Hindi versions are called "Drishyam"
the title apart though, they are
like chalk and cheese!

 Yet a respected critic
like Rajiv Masand  who must
have seen only this version
has given a rating
of 3.5 out of 5,
credit for this goes to the powerful script
which  sadly is also tampered by director Kamat

If the Tamil version
emerged as powerful
as the Malayalam original
much of the credit
goes to the common director

Jeethu knew his characters well
for Mohan Lal, there was Kamal
for Meena, Gauthami
couple of actors
retained for the remake

Nishant on the other hand
seems casual and careless
A complex role demanding a Naseer, Nana  or Om
is placed on 'frail' shoulders of hapless Ajay

If one feels that a house wife role
can be played by any doll
the lie is exposed
when the real drama begins

When the real drama unfolds
main characters fall short
sleep walking and uninvolved
in a tense gripping plot

The elder daughter role
is better essayed though
 with Kamat in his version
 giving  her "adopted" tag
perhaps he wants to save
the image of the hero
save him the embarrassment
of a  teen aged girl's dad!

The only exciting casting
that motivated watching movie
was casting competent Tabu
as the inspector General of Police

Sadly the bungling director
fiddled with this role too
caricatured the character basically
as a sadist lady officer

In the original the character
was a normal human being
torn between the role of a mother
and a law enforcer

So poor Tabu is ordered to howl
and bark most of the time
 the name of police man
 to inflict violence
sensitivity and & pain of a mother
lost in the melee ...
yet the original earned Asha Sharath
lot of bouquets, even more applause
as she repeated role in Tamil!

As you leave theatre, it's the thought
of  "What might have been"....
yet  those seeing it first time
may still think it good
energy to salvage lying in  the script!


Friday, 31 July 2015

What's your Story?


Many just can’t believe
are still shell shocked
even after a week…

Can’t simply fathom
that such a one as you
bubbling with life
24 by seven
Could  take your own life….

What happened in those
four hours prior
Or did it go
a long way before that?

People described you as ‘bold’, ‘dashing’
one with zest for life, a winner
yet… the incident raises questions
where these labels wrong? Way off?
Inside the confident exterior
was lurking a weak, frightened being?

What’s your story?
What exactly is your story?

You chose your partner
disregarding religious differences
you chose him knowing well
his profession was related to entertainment
and that socialisation and social drinking
were all part of the profession

Or were there other aspects
that led to this sorry  end?
What’s your story?
What exactly is your story?

Of the three who know the truth
You, him and God
Two are mute
And cannot speak…

Ah, it’s futile to ask
“What’s your story?”
You took it along with you
deep in to the grave.
and the truth  will ever remain
 a secret…




Wednesday, 22 July 2015

A Block Buster to Cherish- Bajrangi Bhaijan

After many many years
ventured out to watch
a movie featuring hero
whom I had'nt cared for
in the first place

And had begun to like
less and less
as the swagger increased
and the persona became
bigger and bigger
than the film itself!

yet here was a movie
reminding me of the seventees
when everyone knew
what to expect
a  'Kitchedi' of make believe
of sentiments,love, comedy,  fights
et all ,enjoyed in the dark hall
and  everyone  coming out smiling and happy!

Bajrangi Bhaijan has them all
all shades of emotions
not just violence, more violence
and still more violence...

A plot of love
'Mohabbat'of an Indian Hindu
for a sweet little Pakistani girl
who strayed  across the border
in to 'unfriendly' country'...
it features the trials that follow
as he resolves to reunite kid with family
crossing 'unfriendly''border
without visa, travel documents!

Kudos to Kabir, the director
Salman, the hero
Nawazuddin who played reporter
and the sweet little Harshita
so naughty, so innocent
speaking with her  face
and eyes alone as she cannot speak...

Tears in the eye, lump in the throat
 after a very long time
Was  I ashamed, embarrased
to be caught weak, vulnerable in public?

No, not in the least!
I was watching a Hindi movie
A true blue blooded Hindi movie
the way it used to be
the way it was meant to be
an array of emotions
culminating in a happy end!




Sunday, 19 July 2015

Lost in the Avalanche

So many forwards in Emails, messages..
one after the other
lot of them trivial
yet some of them packed with wisdom..

Before you can read one
you have many more on the plate
meaning nibble one here
half chew one there
 mostly end up  bypassing
the nutritious ones...

In a way it's sad
with so much of junk
the rice get lost in the chaff
eating more and more
gives a feeling of achievement
yet, so very little
is assimilated, digested
the good ones
lost in the avalanche!

Tuesday, 23 June 2015

Modern times

Selfie culture, interesting culture
A man is dying in accident
others busily click away
instead of dialing102

Got a 'foreward' the other day
of a child in a train
sitting by a 'stranger'
the child could be kidnapped
hints the message
requesting readers to look out & save boy

In the what's up discussions
one member is annoyed, enraged...
what was the fellow doing clicking picture
instead of confronting 'stranger'?
if he couldn't do a thing
why expect others thousands of miles away
to do something?

Was it a case of  being trigger happy
and iresponsible?
or having fun at others expense?
whatever it be, one can only muse
in the modern times...it seems to be..
" Oh anything for that moment of attention!"

Monday, 1 June 2015

Listen to the Voice of Nature


It has been said
That illness is  no calamity
It is your friend and  guide
Giving you signals

To go slow, take care
Not abuse your body or mind
through overwork, partying
Or using substances…

When you have
heard the message
and heeded to its advice
You come back
Rejuvenated,  and strong
 Better than ever before!