My vow of not blogging frequently!
Oh well, I need some help finding statistics of how Hindi and Tamil movies perform in Singapore. (w.r.t. box office revenues and theatre attendance) Any of you got any idea where I can get them? Singapore Film Commission and Singapore Film Society are of no bloody help.
Latest to join the bandwagon of stopping blogging temporarily - me!! With exams less than two weeks away, I think this declaration comes quite late!!!!
Will be back by end of April, and wait for some changes in my blog!
Some mystical forces are into play. I somehow find the temptation to blog soaring only when I study economics!!
Today I'm blogging about one of my favourite movies of all time (to while away time). It's Kannathil Mutthamittal (A Peck on the cheek). It traces the story of a little girl who is being brought up by a writer and his wife in Chennai happily until she is told on her ninth birthday that she was adopted. A very beautiful story, and...this post will be a little long.
What amazing portrayals by each person who acted in the movie! I don't know why this movie is somehow not appreciated as some other movies of Mani are, like Mouna Ragam. Being a Mani freak, I cannot understand how this movie somehow is missed out.
Madhavan especially, was amazing in the movie. Yeah, one thing is that I like him whatever he does, but I think he has put in a lot of effort for this movie and it's paid too. Who would imagine a typical lover-boy playing the father of three kids? A very neat essay by Madhavan, especially his portrayal of being a very short tempered person who, though, dotes on his adopted daughter. His short temper somehow never irritated me, one reason though could be that I was watching the whole movie with the "Hey this is ManiRatnam's movie" bias!
What is great in any Mani Ratnam movie is the naturalness of most of the situations that happen. In this movie again, the cute scene when Simran goes and quietly whispers into Keerthana's (the little girl) ears "En Amudha kuttiku Happy Happy Birthday" reminded me of how my mother wakes me up every year on my birthday. And all the kurumbu that the three kids do is all so natural and seems to be lifted directly out of life. The scenes where Keerthana goes and complains to her father saying her mother doesn't like her et al. are too good! And Madhavan's "so-cutely-fatherly" behaviour just made me long to be a kid again so I could go enjoy with my dad like this again!
And to top it all, is genius A.R. Rahman at work!!!! A.R. somehow gives his best to Mani Ratnam inevitably!!! That just makes this movie another of my favourite combinations at work - madhavan, mani ratnam and a.r.rahman, the other two being alaipayuthey and aitha ezhuthu. Aitha Ezhuthu is another movie which I feel did not get the recognition it deserved. Yes, it did have many shortcomings and disappointed mani fans, but it did not deserve such a let-down! In this movie again, Mani brings out so many natural things, lifted - out - of - life scenes. The spontaneity of the character of Siddharth, which was my favourite, was really great. Many people are surprised that I liked his character the best, of all people, but I do quite have my own justifications. What he is, I think, just truly represents how the youth today are, or at least majority of the well bred, (quite) spoilt youth. His dreams of going to the U.S. while wanting to please his dad for a little while by lying that he would pursue his I.A.S., I think, just represents us. Most of the youth today want to please our parents while ensuring we don't leave our dreams into thin air, and I feel Mani has done a great job in bringing that out. Here again, Madhavan showed his acting skills, easily switching from one mood to another, being fiercely angry enough to kill his friend to crying to his wife the next. And of course, Surya....a nice portrayal of the very committed person - to his ambitions and to love.
There was quite a huge mistake in the hindi version, though. I somehow felt that Abishek Bacchan wasn't able to bring out the emotions as successfully as Madhavan could. Ajay Devegan, again, was a bad choice to play a student, isn't he too old? It's as bad as asking Ajith to play a college student, if not worse! Maybe we can discount for the fact that Ajay is a better actor! (Sorry if I'm offending any die-hard Ajith fans!!)
Sorry again for the people who haven't watched either of these movies....but I'd say Kannathil Mutthamittal is something you should not miss!!!!
Maybe I'm not that hard hearted after all; I cried today watching a movie!!!! Surprisingly, for the first time, the other me did not say "Hey Vani, come on, it's just a movie.." Well, it was for real, it wasn't anything made up. I shed tears for a scene in Swades.
What a beautiful movie! I got it from my friend to watch it for the n-th time, but I was amazed, I was so moved by one particular scene only when I saw it this time - the scene when King Khan buys that tiny pitcher of water from the little boy selling it in the station - it brought a surge of emotions in me - of the helplessness of doing nothing to help the situation of the little boy selling water, his desperation to get money, that counting of change, that sudden hope he must be getting once he sees the train, the anger of India still being like this, and finally, and very strongly, guilty to be in another country.
Well, though it's just a few months since I came to this place and I have plans of spending the greater part of my life only in India, I feel very guilty at times that even I'm one of those people who have left India. I do try to convince myself that I will return, that I'm here only to study and will go back but I have always been afraid that even I will be caught in those endless fantasies and comforts that a life abroad will have to offer. Well, I can say that I do have a strong mind and it is quite difficult to get me do things which matter, though I easily give in to wishes of others for trivial matters; and I hope this holds true even for this thought - I should get back!
As I prepared to leave India to come to this place, many told me " Hmm, so now you're going there, and you'll become a Singaporean...you might choose to settle there, of course, it is anytime better than our dirty, crowded and polluted city!" I protested saying no, I will come back here and only work. They laughed it off saying everyone says this when they leave, but seeing the comfortable life there, nobody will choose to. Well, such talk really irritates me. As elders, I would always rather they say that I should come back. Or at least, if not, just leave it and say good! Why do they have to be so? That's when my mom said that if they talk about me this way, I shouldn't really care. "Just nod, and leave it. Prove to them you are not that way. " How true that is! I only hope everyday that I don't get caught in this torrent too, that I will do what I had always thought I will.
Whatever comforts I have in another country, I never think I will have the ease of mind and familiarity that I have in India. For that's my home, that's where I belong.
This post will have lots of tamil; I really want to talk in proper tamil and..sorry for those who can't understand!!enga floor-la oru poonai irukku. one friend staying two doors away always gives it some food..so eppopaathaalum ava room vaasalliye kadanaa kadakkum. summa irundhaa paravaala...naan eppo andha vazhiya ponaalum "meow meow" nnu katthum. As though I had given it some problem in some way. Actuall-aa paartha enakku adha kanda bayam so sevuttha ottindu thaan nadandhu poven...still it has some problem and keeps growling. chumma vaaya mudindu okkaaraadhu? enakku irukkara tension poraadhunnu idhu vera. cat-naa azhagaa chamattha..quiet-aa irukkanum.I don't know why this neighbour girl of mine gives it food. Cats in my univ. are fed through the "Unversity cat feeding program"...
I'll stop here.. :D
Hmm...
My phone just didn't ring today. It has been silent the whole day. I mean, yes, it did ring, but it was only for messages. And all the messages were from my project mates, for project discussions. Irritating that I did not recieve any interesting calls or messages. It's so surprising if the phone is silent for such a long time! WAaah....nobody interesting (to talk to) is calling me! :'(
Equally worse, NOBODY's even mailing me! It is at these times that I'm almost let to conclude people have forgotten my existence. It is like I open the mail box and all that I see are silly forwards saying "Pass this on to --- people for better luck, otherwise ill luck will befall you.." Ya, thanks, man....if not for you I'd be dying. When will jobless people stop sending these forwards? A nice picture of Lord Venkateswara suddenly becomes a bearer of good luck (or bad luck, if you don't forward the mail to others and leave it in your mailbox or delete it!) Whoa!
Things are this bad because I've been in the room all day and it's the weekend. I just hope that they'll get better soon tomorrow when I can meet people!

P.S.: This is a short post. Howzzat???
Added at 7:40 P.M. : Got a call from home. finally, my mobile's silence has been broken!!! :)
I just realised that my posts are getting longer; god knows how! (Do not say, obviously, if you type, they will become long, silly!) and it is increasingly difficult for even me to scroll down all the way to the end of the article and check for comments. Let me try making them short... this is a test for my English skills as I was very famous in school for busting the word limit!
This being my first ever visit to any foreign country, it was also my first experience to know how Indians living abroad feel. What I'm writing is a purely personalised opinion; no reason for anyone to get offended.
Even 9 months after coming to Singapore I sometimes cannot believe I'm out of India; it is not that Singapore is so much like India and I'm not missing home, but it is just that I'm not able to believe I've actually left India to come to a whole new country to study. Every time I go out is only when I realise I'm not in India.
As I was preparing to leave India to come here, many people told me that Singapore is a beautiful place to stay, so nice "that you won't feel like you've left India". This did make me happy. But I could recognise everything was different from when I landed here the first time and went to a relative's place to stay. True, those were my first few days away from home in a totally alien country, but I was lost. it was something more than homesickness; rather I never let homesickness get over me as I was all enthusiastic about living my life so independently and responsibly. But there, staring at my face, were differences. I could find them as I struggling to find how to open the shower tap in the bathroom, how to drink water from the cooler, how to get many things done using a machine, etc. These will obviously be present and I made up my mind not to notice these.
But I could still not ignore the differences. A visit to the temple here rarely leaves me satisfied. They are air conditioned, granite floored, have idols made of marble, priests recite the mantras over a mike, and ultimately I don't feel like I've visited a temple at all. Yes, true, these temples are in Singapore where things are highly advanced... but I feel that we have let technology overpower us; with the result that the subtle things I used to enjoy in our temples in India are lost here.
Elaneer (I don't know if I'm getting it right, it is coconut water I'm talking about) was sold for $1.50. Well, I just think I should accept all these without any questions; I should be happy I'm getting these in a foreign country, while many in, say, the US or Canada won't be able to.....
Now I have learnt to ignore these differences; or rather not think about them....maybe that is an improvement.
Nothing beats India!
There is something I forgot to mention though; the reverance Singaporeans have for the indian temples. A visit to one of the temples here put me in awe. The temple was one for Krishna, and right next to it was a Chinese temple. I was really in awe and wanted to take a bow as I saw most of the Chinese who passed by praying outside our temple in their own Chinese way. There were many chinese inside the temple too, and there was one Chinese father who was showing his son all our idols and reading out the mythologies. This is truly amazing! I take a bow.
I really hope everyday that India will also become as advanced as Singapore one day, soon, but still retain its own form and its simplicities and niceties.