Tuesday, June 24, 2014

one @livetimefe on Twitter tweeted “what's stopping men from approaching women”

On an earlier occasion another female I know, had asked me the same question. Always weak with wit and spoken word, I shrugged the question off while another guy stepped in with his theory.

Again, like many other instances, I managed to formulate a response much much later...

Why?

Before I start off I would like to let you know here, that my “cogent analysis” of anything resembles a scatter graph on an excel sheet. Hence I’m going to refrain from “problem definition, problem analysis, problem solving, implementation and testing “

Also Indulging my lazy behind, I have decided to just pose questions, questions that seem to me, are relevant at some level to the broader problem. I’m just guessing here, but I’m also getting away with certain level of stupidity by framing it as questions… read on.

IS IT

  • The General lack of treatment of men as men, not boys, women as women, not girls in the society when it comes to relationships, be it romantic or not? 
  • The social taboo regarding puppy love rather than accepting the fact that it does exist and it is really just a phase and not a WMD? 
  • The class differences, caste differences? Not everywhere probably, but subliminally expressed through snootiness? 
  • A thing with the females brainwashed into believing that male advances are to be thwarted at all costs to maintain the family’s misplaced sense of ‘cultural acceptance’ (happens all the time, not exaggerating)? 
  • The glorious case of rape culture in Indian cinema and society where a power struggle is always resolved through rape which in turn, fosters creeps? 
  • The pathetic censor board, for the same reason as stated above? 
  • The alpha male syndrome? The girl is expected to talk first, not the other way. 
  • In its own small, tiny way, the huge taboo attached to cross cultural marriages, honour killings, the persecution of ‘love’ marriages etc. by the society in general? 
These are random questions… they are as valid as they are non sequitur and I’m just sounding out my own opinions on this. I’m as confused as I was when I started with this .
Some cities are culturally more evolved, some are less, and some seem to be evolved, on the surface. I probably have a vague sense of what I would tell my kids when they face the world at their time. But even then, I’m not sure, whether I would be ‘evolved’ enough to tackle their problems.

Just a small detour here… Earlier this week, I was reading this confession of a mass murderer. Apparently his biggest frustration in life was "not finding a girl to love him and not losing his virginity" on schedule. As I was reading it, there was a chilling realization that same guy, in India would have probably resorted to molesting/raping and once satisfied , would have probably been roaming around among us, continuing his dastardly acts.

It is also a pity really, that sexual violence was expressly allowed on cinema from times immemorial while a kiss, or a hug or any other open show of love was a taboo. I don’t support vulgarity, but a lot of things are not really vulgar, if you think about it… These expressions of love could have been celebrated all these years and we might have had a more tolerant & accommodating society now. I’m not saying, we would be devoid of creeps, I just believe the count might have been a little lesser and probably the interactions between the sexes would have been more comfortable.

Friday, June 20, 2014

hehe (tamil)

the heading is probably the funniest part of the blog na pathukoyen,...
y is it in inglipis? cos lotta my friends find it difficult to read tamil, even though they are conversant in speaking...
so... see second line e mokka :(
ok
 imagine john maclaine... stuck... and you are watching sun tv la tamil dubbed version of this movie...

john ella processayum close panunga inga cpu usage thalaiku mela pogudu
na try panren mary... ana inga program not responding nu error varudhu...
seekaram john avlo neramilla...
oh god…
ok na adutha room couputers lam switch off pannitu varen..
ok… oru nimisham… I love you…
*insert one number kiss*
Po mary… velila 20 minutes wait pannu, na varalena kozhaindaigalukku avanga dad fridge la chocolate vechirkaru nu sollu..
Oh johnnn..
Po mary, time illa… idha na pathukaren…
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***Triiiing…

solluda peter…
john enga irukka… ne enakku beer vangitharen nu promise panniye…
modhala office lendhu vella varen… vandha rendu beer vangi tharen…
enna solara john….
Indha computer shut down aga matengudhu… na dhan last employee…
…!!!
Peter… enga pona…
Enna solara?
Aama sama sikkallula maatikiten…
Kavala padatha john… nyabaga irukka china vayasula namaba 1000 computer a crash pannirkom…
Chinna vayasula enakku andha jane oda iduppu dhan gnyabagam irukku…
Nanbaen da.... nee maravel illa john…
Seri sollu… onakku idha pathi edavadu theriyuma….
Na pakaren… oru 10 minutes la call panren
Inga 5 ke kashtam…
Seri ctrl alt del try panniya?
Try pannren.. *troubled grunts* Illa keys vela seiiya matengudhu….
Seri iru naan call panren….
Seekram peter… avlo time illa…
Puyal mari varen… ne manasa thalara vidadha…
Indha computer lam evlo kashtama irukku, enga naina sonnapove family business la enagi irukkanum… ithaneram sofa la chips saptutrupen…
hahaha... ana new jersey laye irundhirpa...
yea...
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*mandatory flashback sequence*
john dinner ready… namba kids a kopudunga…
Kids, mela vanga dinner ready…
Varom dad..
Enna senjirka mary….
Ongalukku pudicha ham sandwitch dhan…
Nalladhan samaikara… baby, enakku vera pasiyum irukku….
john kids vandhuduvanga…
*insert ‘almost kissing’ sequence*
Vittu thallunga john, avangala koopudunga…
Awww baby… ippidi enna thalli vidradhu thappu…
Kids…. Enna panreenga…

Irunga dad… shut down aaga matengudhu….
*dad comes down, enters room* kids, mom ongallukaga wait panranga…
dei mark swtich off pannidalama?
Main a?
Aama pannalam… romba time aagudhu…
*end of mandatory flashback sequence*
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*wakes up with a start… looks at the time*
Innum oru nimishathukulla ingendhu kalambalena sure a shuttle bus miss… apparam maapu vecchutayan aappu dhan… siruseriyile Samadhi nu newspaper la vandhudum…
Idhula power switch enga… idhuva? Oh god… idha dhan press pannanum polarku… mary I love you…
*presses switch.monitor makes a noise(crt monitor ya it will make noise ok… cpu shuts down..) the room is dark.…. let’s out a deep breath…
***tring.
john andha power…
switch a nan off panniten… thanks peter… na veetuku poren…
hahahahaha kalakitta champ…
*runs… the bus is leaving the place as he reaches the entrance…*
Mary…. Bus a niruthu…
John bus a niruthina climax mokka ayidum… neenga odi vandhu erunga….Melodrama ku kai neetren pudichukonga….
Mary….
John I love you…*cries*..
Mary… hang on…
*starts running, catches up, gets into the bus…. *
Oh john….
*insert kissing scene*
Eppidi!! sonnen la indha john late a vandhalum latest a varuvan…

*camera pans out… with the couple in a tight embrace… john in his sweat stained blue shirt and ties flailing about his neck, mary in salwar with the duppata flailing about*

wait indian aakiteno?? paravala... ivlo neenga padichade perisu nu nenakaren... thanks....

*rolling credits… *





Sunday, June 15, 2014

doe eyed

b-i-r-i-y-a-n-i .. appa what Is this?
Biriyani, it is made with rice; very similar to your amma’s pulao.
Oh…appa appa *pulls his sleeve* water...
Ya, wait let him come,  I’ll ask him… *gestures for water across the hall*
Mango… grapes….
Yes and what fruit is that?
Papaya…
Good…
This?
Appa water…
The waiter is on his way… now tell me what this is..
This is water…
Is this water?
Yes…
Ok…


Hi
Hi
How are you two  holding up??
We are good, managed a decent breakfast…. Lunch was good… your girl wanted to cook. So we cooked together…
Really?  what did she do?
Sat on the counter-top and gave me orders…
Hehehe…
Ya we have come out for dinner now, was too lazy to cook. Caught an evening show and came over to our regular joint.
You can’t cook three meals a day for your daughter? What movie?
Random movie… Hollywood… it was an action movie, your darling daughter wanted to see it…
Oh!! You took her?!!


That is pomegranate…
Good how do you spell that?
I don’t know, I want water…
Wait wait… why are you so impatient?*waiter saves him, just in time* here help yourself.
Uncle this is normal, don’t you have chill water?
No no, you are not having that, you just recovered from cold… * at the waiter* this will do, thanks…
I want chill water.
No Shakti. Stop this nonsense… what do you want to eat? *signals the waiter return after 2 minutes*
Chill water
Pch Shakthiiii you will fall sick again... *absent mindedly scans the menu* ok I will have masal dosa. You?
Hmmm.. wait..*the expressive eyes show extreme concentration as she scans through the menu *


ya… I didn't have anything to do at home…it is ok, leave it…  how’s mom? When is your train..
Useless fellow…  ya mom’s fine now, she was really happy to see us… I will start in an hour from here, train is at 11:30.
Ok be careful, packed?
Ya
Good
Ok you two enjoy your meal, I will call before I board.


What is R-a-i-t-a?
Raita is Pachchidi…
Oh
You want?
No..
What are you having? fast... Waiter uncle will scold you if you make him wait any longer..
I will have p-u-r-i  puri…
Ok..


Hey sorry!!  was feeding your daughter…  ya, call me from the station, take a cab or an auto to station… we should be home by then... hope this girl sleeps on time
Sure, ok, someone here will drop me, not a problem. what did she have for dinner?
Puri..
Ok
You ?
Masal dosa
Ayyo
Hehe… u ate?


*The waiter enquires if the two need anything else; juices? ice creams?*
Appa strawberry ice cream
WHAT? No? are you mad? who was struggling to breathe two days back? was it me?  *wonders why he didn't pre-empt this by asking for the bill before the waiter could say something*
Now I’m alright..
NO…
Appa please…
NO *takes in the last morsel on the plate, indicates to the waiter to pour some water*


Yes just finished with that… home food after a long time
Good.. btw, Ur daughter is bargaining with me for a strawberry ice cream
NO, she was sick just two days back….
I know…
You can take her to the doctor if she falls sick again…
Hmm.. I didn't say yes…
whatever…
ok ok… seri text you later, have to settle the bill… call me once you reach the station…
ok


Appa please pa…
No, amma just texted me, she says no..
laaaast time…
You are not going to have an ice cream ever again?
Yes... promise!!
Really?
Yes…
*squints at her for a second and starts laughing, she joins, the waiter smiles*
Pleeeeeeese pa
amma will kill me.
I will not tell her… secret… ok? Pleeeeeeeese
Ok get her one scoop, and get me the bill too….



Thursday, June 5, 2014

i

You always loved music. You found great joy. You believed there was only one who made music. You thought there was only one worthy of acting in a movie. You felt some faces were just put on screen for cosmetic reasons. You thought certain movies did not ring true, you believed certain songs were not done justice to. You made fun of certain accents. You believed the music you liked required a presentation; a 5.1 and with great fidelity. You thought the videos were inconsistent, inconsequential. You wondered why the movie had so many songs… why?? Really … why?? Why can’t we make movies tighter, more meaningful? You felt helpless, suffered great agony. Why have two songs for the pair? Why the hero introduction song? you were angry  at times. You wondered who watched certain movies that were made. You had great many prejudices. You were so judgmental. You were so naïve…

You still like music. You still revel in its beauty. You listen to almost anything now. You don’t mind the fat guy on screen neither do you mind the thin guy. You are perfectly ok with the car’s 1.85 speakers that seem to play through only one and a half speaker at a time. You are ok with listening to even faint strains of a known song as long as it continues to play. You watch TV almost mechanically, for company. You have found new love for ‘trashy’ music channels. You are ok with the anchors too. You allow yourself to like one or two of them. A CRT screen seems more than enough and the songs don’t matter, really, as long as you are listening to something, something familiar, and something you can understand. You realize, it doesn’t matter who is singing the song as long as it is not ganaa bala, you are ok with that too, sometimes. You don’t care even if an alien voice emanates from a plastic looking face. And, sometimes, after all these years, you are still not able to forgive certain people for certain songs and the old anger sparks a fleeting smile of kinship with your old self. You listen, you nod your head, you watch, you miss the tongue, you miss the people, you miss your friends, you miss your home or what will always be your home regardless of where you go. You understand,  you stop judging...

You smile, slip on your watch, turn off your TV, take your keys and leave…