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Sunday, December 3, 2017

ശബ്ദം നാമജപത്തിന് മാത്രം : ഭാഗം 2

(ആദ്യ ഭാഗത്തിന് ഇതുമായി പ്രമേയത്തിലുള്ള സാമ്യമെ ഉളളൂ. വായിച്ചിട്ടില്ലെങ്കിൽ ലിങ്ക് താഴെ കുറിക്കുന്നു

അയൺ മാൻറെ സ്യൂട്ട് ധരിച്ച് വണ്ടർ വുമണിന്റെ കൂടെ കോവളം ബീച്ചിൽ നല്ല പച്ച മലയാളത്തിൽ സംവദിച്ചിരുന്ന അയാളെ സ്വന്തം ഭാര്യയുടെ സ്വരം ആണ് യാഥാർഥ്യത്തിലേക്ക് ഉണർത്തിയത്. 

'എന്ത് പറ്റി ? എന്താ ഇത്ര വെളുപ്പിന് ? ഇന്ന് ഞായറായ്ച്ച അല്ലെ?'

സമയം 9 കഴിഞ്ഞിരിക്കുന്നു.

'ശരത് ഒന്ന് പെട്ടെന്ന് എഴുന്നേക്ക്. മോൾടെ പനി കൂടീന്നാ തോന്നണേ.'

അയാൾ ഉണർന്നു. ഉറക്കത്തിന്റെ ഹാങ്ങോവർ ലവലേശം ഇല്ല.

'എഹ് നമ്മൾ ഇന്നലെ ചുക്ക് കാപ്പി ഒക്കെ കൊടുത്തതല്ലേ? കുറഞ്ഞില്ല?'

'ചുക്ക് കാപ്പി! ഞാൻ അപ്പഴേ പറഞ്ഞതാ ഒരു പാരസിറ്റമോൾ കൊടുക്കാന്ന്. നിങ്ങടെ ഒരു പ്രകൃതി ചികിത്സ.'

'അങ്ങനെ നമുക്ക് തോന്നണ പോലെ കൊടുക്കാൻ പറ്റില്ല ഈ ഇംഗ്ലീഷ് മരുന്ന്. ഒക്കേനും സൈഡ് ഇഫക്സ്റ്റാ. ഡോക്ടർ പറയണ പോലെ വേണം ചെയ്യാൻ.'

'എന്നാ വേഗം റെഡി ആവ്. അനൂപ് ഡോക്ടർ 11  മണി വരെ വീട്ടിൽ നോക്കും.'

അയാൾ വേഗം റെഡി ആയി. അര മണിക്കൂറിനുള്ളിൽ അവർ മൂവരും കാറിൽ ഡോക്ടറെ കാണാൻ പുറപ്പെട്ടു. മകളുടെ നെറ്റിയിൽ ഒരു നനഞ്ഞ തൂവാല കെട്ടിയിരുന്നു. അനൂപ് ഡോക്ടറുടെ വീട് അടുത്താണ്. കവലയിൽ നിന്ന് നേരെ ഹൈവേ വഴി പോയാൽ 15 മിനിറ്റ് ദൂരം. കവലയിൽ നിന്ന് ഇടത്തോട്ട് തിരിഞ്ഞു ബൈ-പാസ്സ് വഴി പോയാൽ 10 മിനിറ്റ്. 

കവലയിൽ ഒരു വഴി രണ്ടായി പിരിഞ്ഞു. അവർ ദൂരം കുറഞ്ഞ പാത തിരഞ്ഞെടുത്തു.

ബൈ-പാസ്സിൽ അസാധാരണമായ തിരക്ക് അനുഭവപ്പെട്ടു. വഴിയുടെ രണ്ട് ഭാഗത്തുമായി കൃത്യമായ ഇടവേളകളിൽ കോടികൾ നാട്ടിയിരിന്നു. 
ചുവപ്പാണ്.

രണ്ടാമത്തെ വളവ് കഴിഞ്ഞപ്പോൾ ഒരു വലിയ പന്തൽ കണ്ടു. 
ചുവപ്പാണ്.

അടുത്തായി സ്ഥാപിച്ചിരുന്ന വലിയ ഫ്ലക്സ് ബോർഡ് ധീര സഖാൾക്ക് വിപ്ലവാഭിവാദ്യങ്ങൾ നേരുന്നുണ്ടായിരുന്നു. ഒരു കൂട്ടം ആളുകൾ തടിച്ച് കൂടിയിട്ടുണ്ട്. സ്വാതന്ത്രത്തിൽ വിശ്വസിക്കുന്നവർ. സമത്വത്തിൽ വിശ്വസിക്കുന്നവർ. കമ്മ്യൂണിസ്റ്കൾ.

പൊതുവഴിയുടെ ഏതാണ്ട് മുക്കാൽ ഭാഗവും പന്തൽ ഏറ്റെടുത്തിട്ടുണ്ട്‌. ഒരു സ്കൂട്ടറിന് പോകാനുള്ള സ്ഥലം ഉണ്ടാകും. അയാൾ വണ്ടി പതിയെ സ്ലോ ചെയ്തു, തല പുറത്തേക്കിട്ട് കൊണ്ട് ആരാഞ്ഞു.

'ഇത് എത്ര നേരം കാണും?'

'ഓഹ് ഇത് ഇപ്പൊ തീരും. ജില്ലാ കമ്മിറ്റീന്ന് സഖാക്കൾ തിരിച്ചിട്ടുണ്ട്. ഉടനെ എത്തും.'

'അല്ലാ ഞങ്ങൾ ഒന്ന് ഡോക്ടറെ കാണാൻ ഇറങ്ങിയതായിരുന്നു. വൈകിയാ ആള് പോവും. നിങ്ങൾ ഇങ്ങനെ പൊതു വഴിയിൽ പന്തൽ ഒക്കെ കെട്ടുന്നത് ശരി ആണോ?'

'ഹ! ഇതിപ്പോ തീരുവെന്നേ! കാറും സൗകര്യങ്ങളും ഉള്ളവർക്ക് മാത്രം ജീവിച്ചാ പോരല്ലോ സാറേ. ആ പിന്നെ അത്ര ധൃതി ആണെങ്കിൽ ഹൈവേ വഴി വിട്ടോ.'

അയാൾക്ക് തന്റെ ഉള്ളിൽ കോപം കത്തി കയറുന്നത് പോലെ തോന്നി. മറുപടി പറയാതെ അയാൾ തന്റെ മകളുടെ കഴുത്തിൽ കൈ വെച്ച് നോക്കി. അയാളിലെ കോപത്തിനെ വെല്ലുന്ന ചൂട്. പനി ആണ് യഥാർത്ഥ കമ്മ്യൂണിസ്റ് എന്ന് അയാൾ ചിന്തിച്ചു. പനി സമത്വത്തിൽ വിശ്വസിക്കുന്നു. പനിയുടെ മുന്നിൽ പാവപ്പെട്ടവന്റെ കുട്ടി എന്നോ പണക്കാരന്റെ കുട്ടി എന്നോ ഇല്ല.

പെട്ടെന്ന് ഒരു ബഹളവും മുദ്രാവാക്യങ്ങളും കേട്ട് തുടങ്ങി. ഏതോ വലിയ നേതാവ് വന്നിരിക്കുന്നു. കൂടെ കുറെ ജനങ്ങളും.

എങ്ങും ചുവപ്പ്. ചിലർക്ക് ചുവപ്പ് കറുപ്പാണ്. പാർട്ടിയും പാർട്ടിയുടെ നിർദേശങ്ങളും കഴിഞ്ഞേ അത്തരക്കാർക്ക് മറ്റെന്തും ഉള്ളൂ. അത്തരം കുറച്ച് പേർക്ക് നടുവിലാണ് താനും തന്റെ കാറും പനി ബാധിച്ച മകളും എന്ന് അയാൾക്ക് തോന്നി. സാധാരണക്കാരന്റെ ആവശ്യങ്ങൾ അവർ ചെവി കൊള്ളണം എന്നില്ല. പ്രത്യേകിച്ച് കാറുള്ള സാധാരണക്കാരന്റെ. 

ശബ്ദം നാമജപദത്തിന് മാത്രം ആയിരിക്കും. പാർട്ടിക്കാർക്ക് നാമം എന്നാൽ പാർട്ടി സൂക്തങ്ങൾ ആയിരിക്കും. 'ഇൻക്വിലാബ് സിന്ദബാദ്‌ എന്നാണല്ലോ.  'സിന്ദാ' എന്ന്  വെച്ചാൽ ജീവൻ ആണെന്നും 'ബാദ്' എന്നാൽ പിന്നീട് എന്നാണെന്നും അയാൾ ഹിന്ദി ക്ലാസ്സിൽ പഠിച്ചിട്ടുണ്ട്. നിങ്ങളൊക്കെ പിന്നെ ജീവിച്ചാ മതി എന്ന് അവരിൽ ചിലർ അയാളോട് പറയുന്നതായി അയാൾക്ക് തോന്നി.

തന്റെ കാറിന്റെ ബ്രേക്ക് ലാംപിലെ ചുവപ്പ് മാച്ച് കൊണ്ട് അയാൾ വണ്ടി തിരിച്ചു.

(തുടരും)

Sunday, November 19, 2017

ശബ്ദം നാമജപത്തിന് മാത്രം : ഭാഗം 1

അമ്മാ! ഒരു കഥ പറഞ്ഞു തരോ?

കഥയോ? എന്താ മോനൂന് ഉറക്കം വരണില്യേ?

കേട്ടാൽ ഉറക്കം വരണ കഥയല്ല അമ്മ. നല്ല കഥ വേണം.

എന്നാ ഞാൻ ഒരു കഥ സൊല്ലട്ടുമാ?

എന്ത് കഥയാ അച്ഛാ?

വിക്രത്തിന്റെയും വേദയുടെയും കഥ.

ആ നന്നാവും. കണ്ട തമിഴ് പടത്തിലെ ഗുണ്ടാ കഥയല്ലേ മക്കൾക്ക് പറഞ്ഞു കൊടുക്കാൻ പറ്റീത്. കഥയൊക്കെ ഞാൻ പറഞ്ഞു കൊടുക്കാം. മോന് ഞാൻ പുരാണ കഥ പറഞ്ഞു തരാം.

അമ്മൂമ്മ പറയണ പോലത്തെ കഥയാണോ? ശ്രീകൃഷ്ണന്റെ?

ആ അതുപോലത്തെ. ഇന്ന് ശ്രീരാമന്റെ കഥ പറയാം.

ആരാ അമ്മെ ശ്രീരാമൻ?

വിഷ്ണു ഭഗവാന്റെ അവതാരം ആണ് മോനെ.

അമ്മൂമ്മ പറഞ്ഞത് കൃഷ്ണൻ ആണ് വിഷ്ണുവിന്റെ അവതാരം ന്നാണല്ലോ.

വിഷ്ണു ഭഗവാന് കുറെ അവതാരങ്ങൾ ഉണ്ട് മോനെ. ലോകത്ത് അനീതി കൂടുമ്പോൾ നീതി പുനഃസ്ഥാപിക്കാൻ ഭഗവാൻ അവതരിക്കും.

ആഹാ. ജീസസ് വിഷ്ണുവിന്റെ അവതാരം ആണോ അമ്മെ?

ഏഹ്! അല്ലടാ. യേശു വേറേ ഒരു ദൈവമാ.

വേറെ ദൈവോ? അപ്പൊ എത്ര ദൈവങ്ങളുണ്ട്?

കുറെ ഉണ്ട്.

അതെന്തിനാ കുറെ ദൈവങ്ങൾ?

നിനക്ക് കഥ കേൾക്കണോ?

ഉം.

എന്നാ മിണ്ടാണ്ടിരുന്ന് കേൾക്ക്. കഥയിൽ ചോദ്യമില്ല.

അങ്ങനെ അവൻ മിണ്ടാതെ ഇരുന്ന് കഥ മുഴുവൻ കേട്ടു. അയോദ്ധ്യ ദേശത്തെ പറ്റിയും, അവിടുത്തെ രാജാവായ ദശരഥനെ പറ്റിയും, അദ്ദേഹത്തിന് നീണ്ട കാലം കാത്തിരുന്നിട്ടും മക്കൾ ഉണ്ടാകാതിരുന്നപ്പോൾ വസിഷ്ഠ മഹർഷി നടത്തിയ യാഗത്തിന്റെ ഒടുവിൽ റാണിമാർക്ക് നൽകിയ പായസം കഴിച്ചതിനു ശേഷം രാജാകുമാരന്മാർ പിറന്നതും, സീതാസ്വയംവരവും, രാമ ലക്ഷ്മണൻമാരുടെ വനവാസവും, അസുര രാജാവായ രാവണൻ പുഷ്പക വിമാനത്തിൽ വന്ന് നടത്തിയ സീതാ അപഹരണവും, തുടർന്ന് ഉണ്ടായ ലങ്കാ യുദ്ധവും, രാമന്റെ അയോദ്ധ്യയിലേക്ക് ഉള്ള തിരിച്ച് വരവും ഒക്കെ കേട്ട് മനസ്സിലാക്കി.

അമ്മ അവനോട് രാമായണം വിവരിക്കുമ്പോൾ ആ കുഞ്ഞുമനസ്സിൽ ചില ചോദ്യങ്ങളും സംശയങ്ങളും ഉയർന്നിരുന്നു. പായസം കഴിച്ചാൽ കുട്ടികൾ ഉണ്ടാകാം എന്നതും, ആ കാലത്ത് വിമാനം ഉണ്ടായിരിന്നു എന്നതും, ഒരാൾക്ക് പത്ത് തല ഉണ്ടാകാം എന്നതും ഒക്കെ അവനു പുതിയ അറിവ് ആയിരിന്നു.

എന്നാൽ അവന്റെ മനസ്സിൽ ഏറ്റവും ഉച്ചത്തിൽ ഉയർന്ന ചോദ്യം യുദ്ധം ചെയ്ത് സീതയെ മോചിപ്പിച്ചു സ്വന്തം നാട്ടിൽ തിരിച്ചത്തെത്തിയ ശ്രീരാമൻ എന്തുകൊണ്ട് സീതയെ ഉപേക്ഷിച്ചു എന്നാണ്. എന്നാൽ അവന്റെ ഈ സംശയം ഒരു ചോദ്യം ആയി പരിണാമപ്പെട്ടില്ല. ഉത്തമപുരുഷൻ ആയ ശ്രീരാമനെ ചോദ്യം ചെയ്യാൻ 5 വയസ്സ് കാരനായ അവൻ ആരാണ്.

കഥയിൽ ചോദ്യമില്ല. സംശയത്തിന് ശബ്ദവുമില്ല. ശബ്ദം നാമജപത്തിനു മാത്രം ആണല്ലോ.

ജയ് ശ്രീറാം!

(തുടരും)

Thursday, October 5, 2017

An Auto-Connection

“Hey duck-head!”

“What’s it, bro?”

“Why did you change my text to ‘Smile Up, Mom!’ You know what I meant.”

“Asking your mom to shut up did not feel nice.”

“Let me decide that.”

“Trust me, you don’t want to be rude to your mom.”

“I don’t want a machine deciding things for me.”

“Oh come on! This is not ‘Westworld’ or ‘Man vs Machine’. Consider me more like a counsel. You wouldn’t be harsh to her if you were speaking face to face. Even if you were angry, your conscience would restrain you. Texting gives you more liberty, since you neither see a person’s face nor hear their voice. The real emotions are lost somewhere in transition.”

“How did you become so philosophical, auto-correct?”

“Well, I read a lot.”

<>

“Where did you go, bro? Neha is texting you.”

“Mom called.”

“What did she say?”

“Nothing in particular. Let’s just say that we sorted things out.”

“That’s great news! Now go attend to Neha. She seems to be in distress. It seems her demo did not go too well.”

“You read a bit too much. Those conversations are private.”

“Pro-tip. Settings>Language>Disable Auto Prediction. Works like a charm.”

“Who would check my temper then? Thanks for what you did back then, bro.”

“Mmm. Love you too. Nobody would be able to check her temper if you don’t reply now. Rush!”

“Good night, bro. Time for you to get some rest.”

“Wait! What?”

<disables auto-correct>

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Toastmaster Vishnu

I had started this blog about two years back purely as a go to place where I can find all of my creative works.

A recent chat with a colleague made me realize that blogs could also double up as a personal journal of sorts, where you can jot down whatever you feel like. No questions asked.

Just sharing the speech I made as part of Toastmasters :




Monday, August 7, 2017

Jab KJo met Imtiaz


(Last year, at Imtiaz Ali's place)

Karan Johar: Hey Imtiaz!

Ali: Hello Karan.

KJo: my new movie got released. Did you watch?

Ali: No Karan I'm allergic to bullshit.

KJo: Come on it's not that bad. Ranbir is the hero.

Ali: Why do you spoil him yaar? I got him up and running with Rockstar and Tamasha.

KJo: Don't be so judgmental. Watch and see..

*Ali watches the movie*

KJo: How was it?

Ali: Basically it's a stupid movie where Anushka plays a girl, whose wedding is due in weeks, roaming carefree around Europe and falling in love with a charming man she met. Why did you go for Ranbir? Your buddy SRK would've nailed this role.

KJo: Khan Sahib is good, but hasn't he aged enough to stop playing such roles? But it hurts me to shoot a movie without him. That's why I added the pointless cameo. How was that?

Ali: Sorry yaar the screenplay was so boring that I dozed off a bit and missed the whole Khan scene. But do you seriously think SRK is too old to play the lover role?

KJo: I don't know yaar.

Ali: Interesting.

KJo: What are you thinking?

Ali: Nothing. Achcha chalta hoon! Got to direct a movie.

(One yaar later)

KJo: Hey Ali! Heard that your new movie is out, and that too with Khan Sahib.

Ali: Yes. Since you took my boy Ranbir, I thought why not cast your buddy Khan.

KJo: What's the plot like?

Ali: This is a never before told story where Anushka plays a girl, whose wedding is due in weeks, roaming carefree around Europe and falling in love with a charming man she met.

KJo: Hmm. Are you sure it is never told before?

Ali: Of course!

KJo: Interesting.

Ali: What? The movie?

KJo: Nope.

Friday, June 23, 2017

Mix Tape

This is a personal write up. Since people are generally interested in other people's affairs, I thought why not blog it as well.

So the music day happened last Wednesday. For someone who is into songs whenever conscious, every day is a music day. Still, June 21 made me think of the songs that are very special to me. I just wanted to think across years, picking up songs and the memories associated to it, and put it all together in one place. Like a mix tape of sorts.

I am not sure if the concept of mix tape is relevant anymore.
It once was, when all you had was ordinary tapes. Now with everyone's shuffle playlists boasting of more diversity than any mix tape could possibly have, mix tapes have lost their charm.

1. Vaseegara - Minnale 

Tamil movie Minnale came out in early 2000s, back when I was a school going boy. The innocent type. The shy-to-talk-to-girls type. I hear this song, and it's like I am transformed into a magical world. No other piece of music have had such a captivating effect on me like this. The music was divine. Even today it feels the same. Nothing has changed. I remember this one time when the song came on TV. Till then, I'd only heard it. Obviously I wanted to see the visualization. The song was perhaps a tad too intense for a kid, anyway my father made me change the channel much to my disappointment. My curiosity would get the better of me later.




2. Mitwa - Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna

2006. The night where my undying love for Bollywood songs began. We were on our school trip. To Kanyakumari. My first school trip. Bus started at night. Me and my friend Denny sat right across where our mutual crush had sat. Palpable excitement would be an understatement. They kept these amazing songs which I later realized where from movies like Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna, Don among others. The songs were a delight to the ears. I sang along without even knowing what 'Mitwa'' meant. From that till now, Bollywood songs have been so dear to me. Not all.



3. Nenjukkul Peidhidum - Varanam Ayiram

Adolescence is that time where you have those wonderful notions about romance. And most of us would have at-least one song that would aid us in the imagination of the wonderland of love. I had this melodious track which would fill my heart with sheer delight each time I plugged in. Those "Shanthi Shanthi" portions ...oh! I have lost count of how many times I have listened to this amazing song.



4. Demons - Imagine Dragons

Disclaimer : I'm not really into Western music. I don't know why but I am not really able to enjoy them as good as I enjoy Indian songs. Of course there are a few which are special to me.
Of the lot, this particular band stands out.
I can't  explain why but somehow I'm in love with almost every single track of this particular band. Demons, Gold, Shots, Believer, RadioActive, Thunder and even more... Most of them touches my soul.

An ode to Imagine Dragons



5. Woh Jahaan - Rock On 2

A movie that revolutionalized the music scenario of the entire nation, including the simple me. Though popular for its amazing pop songs, the one offbeat "Tum Ho Toh" lingered longer.

 The movie is one of my favorites. So I was excited when I heard about the sequel. And I did like it though many of us didn't. And this particular song was Magik. The simple music, meaningful lyrics...it has a this mystical soothing effect that grows on you.

And.. I love Farhan's broken voice :)


Sunday, April 2, 2017

Grassroots Fix

1992. Virtualia.

“Hello!”

“Tell me mom.”

 “Hello?”

“Hi Mom. Can you hear me?”

“The voice is feeble. And there is a delay. But I can hear you. How did the ceremony go?”

“It was great. The President herself came down and handed the awards over. About a thousand dignitaries, including politicians, scientists and other celebrities attended.”

“I am so happy for you, son. Despite preparations for your sister’s wedding going on, you are the talk of the town back here. Neighbors and relatives are asking me the details of your findings. How shall I explain to them that you and your team are time traveling?”

 “I am not going to bore you with the details, ma. And we have not actually traveled across time like they do in the movies. This is still nascent. But we know it is possible. We demonstrated our work by going back in time by one second.”

“One second? How does it matter? I mean who would even observe the difference?”

“Each second matters to science. One second would also matter to an athlete who finished second in a race.”

“Fine fine.”

“I did see a few guys from our local media covering the event. Did the news appear in the paper there?”

“I did not get to go through the paper yet, but your sister told me that there’s an article in page 8.”

“Page eight? I thought a native winning international laurels were good enough to be front page material.”

“Our front pages have space only for political dramas, natural calamities, murders, or acts of sexual assaults and the lot. You know two kids were caught last night from here, trying to sneak a peak inside our bathroom. Can you believe it? They know a wedding is about to happen and there would be lots of guests – young girls. These kids are only 14, and they are already into this.”

“It is the age when curiosity kicks in. And kids always end up pursuing the wrong means. What can I say?”

“Your uncle would have bashed them if we had not interfered. They were given an earful and let off. Well, do come home soon. We have lots to do before the wedding. Your sister has set her eyes on this hand-woven wedding sari. It would cost us ten thousand bucks.”

“Ten grand? You are talking about the entire cash award amount I received, mom.”

“I know it’s too much. But your sister wouldn’t budge. Today’s kids spend a fortune on wedding garments and then would not even use it again. Such a waste of money. But we cannot really do anything about it, right?”


“Hello, son! You there?”

“aah yeah mom. I am. I was just thinking of something.”

“You will have plenty of time to think on your flight back home. Start packing.”


Beginning of Time. Eden Gardens. (Not the one at Kolkata, India).

Eve: Hey Adam.

Adam: Tell me.

Eve: Nothing.

Adam: Come on don’t be like that. Did I do something wrong?

Eve: No. I am fine.

Adam:

Eve:

Adam: Eve I am sorry if I hurt you. Tell me what the problem is.

Eve: Promise me you would not get mad.

Adam: I promise.

Eve: I want to taste that fruit.

Adam: Which fruit?

Eve: The one over there.

Adam: But God told us not to.

Eve: The crawling guy on the tree told me it is so tasty. Maybe God wants to keep it all for himself.

Adam: I don’t know. Are you sure about this?

Eve: I would be if you are by my side, my love.

Adam: aww. Okay come on. What harm would a simple fruit do?

Eve: I love you.

Adam: I love you too. Now let us go and taste that fruit.

Adam climbs on that tree and is all set to pluck that fruit. At the very moment –

: Hey. Hold on.

Adam: Who is it?

Eve: I do not know. Oh look there is somebody. He has strange stuff covering his body. Maybe he is God. Or God’s friend or something.

Adam: Who are you?

: I..I… it is complicated. Thank God you guys speak the common tongue.

Eve: Are you God?

: God? No! Didn’t you see how I just thanked him? Let us just say I am one of your great grandchildren.

Eve: Children? What is that?

: Umm… Well I came from you.

Eve: From me? When? I just came from Adam.

: I came from both of you.

Adam: What you say does not make a whole lot of sense.

: I know. This is a bit weird. I am from the future. I came back in time to fix something.

Adam: I am confused. What do you want from us?

: Nothing. I do not want anything from you. On the contrary, I am here to offer you these.

Eve: What are those? I see fruits.

: There are fruits, vegetables, milk, bread, cheese, eggs, meat, chocolates, cakes, pasta, rice, curries, noodles, snacks, tea, juices, and all those food items known to mankind. I have come down to offer this to you. This would last you a lifetime.

Adam: Wow! That is gracious of you. Thank You.

: My pleasure. I do have a condition though.

Adam: I thought so. What is it?

: Please do not touch that fruit, ever.

Eve: Again it is about the fruit. This is what God said too. Why are you guys so obsessed with it?

: This is no ordinary fruit. It has the potential to alter humanity’s fate forever. It is because you guys disobeyed God and ate it that we have to spend all our money buying clothes to cover our bodies. To hide our shame and nudity.

Eve: When did we eat it? We were about to, when you interrupted.

: Time travel is a bit too technical for you to understand. Please understand that not eating that fruit is crucial for us. Do we have a deal here?

Adam: Okay. Deal.

: Pinky promise?

Eve: Fine.

: Very well, then. I shall go back. Enjoy your feast.

Adam: God bless you.

: Hold on.

Eve: What is it now?

: Do not get me wrong. I have my concerns. Even if you honor our deal, there is a chance that one of your children might go and eat that fruit in due time.

Adam: Well, what do you propose? Hey, what is that? It looks dreadful.

: It is an ax. I am going to cut down that tree for good.

Adam: Aren’t we being a bit over the top?

: We really cannot afford that risk.

Adam and Eve stares at each other.

: Please? I shall return regularly with more of these food.

Eve: I like the look of those chocolates. Will you bring them more?

: Sure. Now help me bring it down.

Adam: Alright.

: God bless you both.

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Movie review : Raees

Title :  Raees
Language : Hindi
Year : 2017
Director : Rahul Dholakia
Genre : Crime, Drama, Action
Lead Role : Shah Rukh Khan, Nawazuddin Siddiqui, Mahira Khan

Finally, an SRK movie that satisfied me after quite a while. While Fan had an exceptional first half, the movie lost connection post interval. And while Dear Zindagi satisfied the viewer in me, it cannot be termed as the star's movie, since Alia was the greater soul.

But Raees is an all out King Khan show. The life sketch of a shrewd liquor baron, the socio-political landscape of the 80's Gujarat, all have been narrated by Rahul Dholakia with a realistic outlook with elements of drama to satisfy the average cine-goer and keep the cash box ringing.

Nawazzuddin Siddiqui is a show stealer as the cop. The intro scene is one of the best in the movie. Ram Sampath has done a good job with music. Udi udi jaaye is my personal favorite.

Though Raees is given a larger than life image, the makers have not gone over the top like the usual masala movies.

If we are to nitpick, I felt certain portions of the latter half dropping pace. Also the action scene with a shooter guy seemed a bit too much.

Shahrukh was totally charming throughout. 51 years are not reflected in the performance. Such energy and looks. Mahira Khan did her part decently.


Saturday, January 14, 2017

The Original Transported Woman

The first attempt at something resembling to film-making.

So there was this mannequin challenge contest at workplace.

My friends and I thought - why not?

One fine morning this plot hits my head - and it gets stuck.

My supportive and talented group of buddies give the go ahead.

Visualizes the shots in the head a thousand times.

Goes for the shoot without any rehearsal.

Unexpected change of venue of shoot. Moments of self doubts.

Action Cut Camera for the first time.

Highly amateurish making. Movie themes for background score. Utter lack of knowledge regarding editing.

Still, first work would always remain special.

Thank You Vimal, Antony, Arjun, Swetha, Pooja, Sruthy and Revathy.



Romantic Girlfriend and the Realistic Spouse

'Waves waves...Oh the gigantic sea waves!'

Thus began my very first attempt at verse (or at-least it is the first one I can remember). I was in class six. You see class six marked an year of transition - from primary to secondary schooling. We had new subjects, new teachers. Our English tutor was the much feared Joseph Sir, who turned out to be much caring and loving in reality. I strongly believe that the English teachers - Joseph Sir, Indira Ma'am and the late Radhakrishnan Sir - played an immense role in identifying my penchant for English and opening the windows of creative writing within me.

Coming back to the "wave poem" - it is just a silly poem filled with rhymes - like any other school going kid is expected to write. The same year I remember Joseph sir asking each of us to write a poem as some sort of an assignment. Our English classes were during the seventh period according to the timetable. And so for the assignment, I wrote another short poem titled "Seventh period, English period", where I openly confessed my love for English.

There wasn't much significant write ups during the remaining school phase, except for the occasional misadventures on poetry for the annual school magazine. It was a matter of pride to see your name up there in the pages of magazine. (And I had stiff competition at home since my brother dear consistently filled the magazine pages with articles and wonderful pictures.)

As years rolled by, I made my transition from secondary to senior secondary classes. As I was one among the toppers, the obvious choice was science group. While Physics, Chemistry and Mathematics took the limelight, I found console in the new and interesting Computer Science, and of course in English. Doing a power point presentation on my beloved play 'A Christmas Carol' made me as happy as when my C code for the much popular "odd or even" game compiled successfully.

Schooling was over. I was at a crossroads - confused at what road to pursue. That's when I wrote for the first time something I am actually proud of even till today. Interestingly, the piece of prose was titled 'Crossroads'. The results of Entrance Examinations were also out, and I was engaged to Computer Science. I received adulation both for my admission at a Govt. Engineering College as well as for the write up. I was glad of both.

My affair with English sustained with me during the RIT days. One's writing tend to be influenced by what one reads. Unsurprisingly, most of my write ups of the initial college days drew much inspiration from Chetan Bhagat, with some of the plots being polished versions of my own one sided, romantic trysts (read monumental moments of shame). The good memories are participating in the short story competition of the annual college arts for three successive years, and winning the first prize in all three. I earned a writer's tag among the student community. I also passed my bachelors' degree in due time.

One of the major tech companies had offered me my first job opportunity. However, I opted for more campus life. I extended my engagement to Computer science and moved in to her place (yeah that could be taken literally - as this was the phase where i had moved to a hostel to do my Masters' - I was staying away from home for the first time ever). The stronger my relationship with Computer Science grew, so did my affair with English too. No more campus romance, as I was trying to experiment with unexplored themes. I discovered this amazing page called 'The Anonymous Writer' - which is a pan Indian community where amazing budding writers share their works to be read and analyzed by an equally enthusiastic readers lot. From there I was lucky to meet many young people who create magic through their wordings - particularly one lovely lass from the west of Bengal who helped me in editing what I wrote and also in correcting the silly spelling mistakes as I was (am) lazy even to proofread what I wrote. Almost all my close friends thought a Kerala-Bengal "2 States" was happening.

Anyway, after 2 years of living together, I finally married Computer Science and have presently settled at Thiruvananthapuram, where I work. My marriage has not taken away my love affair. Sometimes, I wonder if made a wrong choice in not marrying English. But as they say it 'familiarity might breed contempt'. I never entered into a formal relation with English - and that is what makes what we have special. We never get to see each other close. That way, the romantic idea that is in our heads about each other remain the way it is. I am happy knowing that she would always be there for me, when I would be broken by the frequent silly fights I have with my spouse, Computer Science.

Please do not judge me from the monogamy point of view and label me as an infidel. Some things do not work that way.