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When Crowd Pulling Does not Equal Excellent Acting

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Yes, there is a new kid on the block, just a couple of mustache twirls away from superstardom. But what I don’t get is why everyone is going gaga over him. Yes, he is good and there are a few roles he can actually carry off. His first few movies were quiet good, or rather, entertaining. But then it got kind of stilted. And the kind of worship for him that I see amuses me. Clenching your muscles and glowering does not count as fine acting or a mark of toughness. It is simply posturing. And honestly, he looks quite silly doing it. Accessorizing with a beard that is one size too big on you is not a sign of toughness either. The beard needs to sit naturally on you. This rather reminds me of that unnatural thing growing atop Donald Trump’s head.  Read the rest of this entry

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You Can’t Run the Long Arm of the Law

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It was just like in the movies. There it was, a police car with flashing blue lights and a wailing siren weaving through lanes and chasing…. ME! Read the rest of this entry

Trivandrum-Kanyakumari Highway Vs Nagercoil-Chennai Highway; A Tale of Two Roads

During my routine phone call home this morning, my sister mentioned that work is all set to begin on the Nagercoil-Trivandrum Highway in a couple of weeks. Flyover at Parvathipuram, Flyover at Marthandam… I think I heard a host of angels burst into song at that and the rest was lost in the music. Or maybe it was just my heart going into an overdrive of joy. Whatever that may be, it brought to mind this old post I had written five years ago for my column Kochu Varthamanam on Yentha.com.
Reposting here in the hope that during my next trip home, I will not be put through the same torture.  Read the rest of this entry

Chennai – I Bow to You

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Chennai has always been a city I loved to hate. But the feelings that flood rush through my mind right now about this city are far from hostile. Chennai, where I lived for 15 months and counted each day till I could get out of there. Chennai, which has now become a necessary inconvenience every time I go to India because of a lousy visa situation which requires me to go renew my Visa at the US Consulate – a requirement done now over two days instead of the earlier torture which was confined to one day. Read the rest of this entry

Song of Salty Memories – Ee Rathriyil Njan Ezhuthunnu Meets Neruda’s Tonight I can Write

Shutter was a movie I enjoyed immensely, apart from the tight script and excellent acting, something else in the movie too grabbed my attention. A song. A few lines into it, I had a strange sense of deja vu. Something about it sounded so achingly familiar and close to heart. I am pretty tone deaf. It’s usually the words of a song that register in my mind first. So it was, in this case too. Yes, it was beginning to fall in place. I was recognizing the lines, although meeting those beloved lines here was quite unexpected. A quick Google search confirmed my doubts. Ee Rathriyil Njan Ezhuthunnu was indeed what I thought it was. Read the rest of this entry

Post 101- Looking Back with Gratitude

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WordPress tells me this is my 101st post. Wow! The day I started blogging, way back in November 2006, I never dreamed I would get this far. It all began far, far away in a land called Rediffiland. The Ilanders were a motley crowd of wonderful people. Some of the best blogger friends I made were early dwellers of this mystic place. We all came together, supporting, motivating and being there for each other as we learnt the ropes of blogging. Somewhere along the way, the place unravelled and most of us migrated to WordPress or Blogger. But the friendships that sprouted there haven’t faded away. They merely spilled over to Facebook and continue to thrive.   Read the rest of this entry

Somebody’s Child

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Somebody’s child

Driven out by

Somebody’s will

Kept out of

Somebody’s land Read the rest of this entry