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Chennai Nagaram

பேச்செல்லாம் தாலாட்டு போல என்னை உறங்க வைக்க நீ இல்லை 
தினமும் ஒரு முத்தம் தந்து காலை கோபீ கொடுக்க நீ இல்லை
விழியில் விழும் தூசி தன்னை எடுக்க நீ இங்கு இல்லை
மனதில் எழும் குழப்பம் தன்னை தீர்க்க நீ இங்கு இல்லை..

நான் இங்கே நீயும் அங்கே
இந்த தனிமையில் நிமிஷங்கள் வருஷம் ஆனதேனோ

Yup,absence makes the heart grow fonder.The magic only grows stronger.And,despite a year or more of listening to this song like a thenjupona record till its kicked out of your playlist,suddenly,every word takes on a new meaning.You find yourself humming every line and feeling it.Lesson learnt:That that situation,that that song one should hear.

Back.

Sulking Indian Airlines air hostesses.The smiles are reserved for the non-Indians.[ That too,an Australian sitting in the seat in front of us.Ellaam neram da.]

Terribly long queue at Immigration Arrivals.

Airport escalator that was dysfunctional.

Baggage claim conveyor belt that suddenly stopped moving and while we walked all the way to the other side to pick up our suitcase,it suddenly started moving again.

Sambar idli at Ratna Cafe.

Ghee roast at Saravana Bhavan.

Three course meals at relatives’ and at familys’ .

Sure feels good to be back :-)

Habituated

It doesn’t really matter.Bad habits,hard-to-throw-off habits will somehow find their way back into your life.Like the time I was ranting about how my handbag was always used like a trash can ? Ever since I got here,I have barely used my trash can.Backpacks are more suitable for the cold weather.However,I realize that hasn’t helped me get over the trashing habit.Now its not the handbag,but the pockets of my winter jacket that bear the brunt. Grocery bills,unused Pizza Hut ,Mc Donald’s tissue papers,sugar sachets,coffee-to-go stirrers,pepper sachets,what not.

This seems to be a congenital problem.Habits don’t die hard.They never die.Especially the ones you seriously want to get over with.

Shopping - Therapy ???

Shopping is therapy only for the first ten minutes.After that,its a mad,tedious world of choices and confusions and discounts and bargains and frantic euro to rupee conversions and wondering if the little item in question would be priced the same or lesser in India.I wish I had never known that One Euro is equivalent to 59.376 INR.God.The woes of shopping keeping exchange rates in mind.Yes,yes,wedlock induces frugality.Or I would call it,the need to save for a rainy day.Generally.I hope I’m not the only one..

Marriage

..to hold and to love and to cherish you for the rest of my life.

Its all wrong.

to hold and to love and to argue and to fight and to sulk and then to make up grudgingly
and then realise that no matter how many chances God would give me,I would still do it all over again
and  cherish you for the rest of my life.

Now,that sounds perfect :-) If only vows were modified like this,marriages would last longer.

The perfect Indian Dinner

Eleven months in Deutschland and I am yet to utter one complete sentence in German.But,but,but, that has never stopped me from watching German TV programmes.The TV is hypnotic.Even if I don’t understand a single word of whats being said,just turning it on turns “house” into “home”.”Loneliness” into “lazing happily on the couch”. And thats precisely why I actually do watch a few German programmes here.One of them is a cookery show.The show is called “Das Perfekt Dinner”.A reality show in which 5 contestants are pitted against each other to make the bestest dinner ever and win the prize money of 1000 Euros.

On yesterday’s show,there was this one contestant who had decided to cook an Indian meal.The menu was as follows :

  • Appetizer :Urad Dal.

Yea,just Urad Dal.I was wondering what she was planning to prepare.Was it going to be Medhu Vada dipped in Yoghurt or something of that sort ? The dish served was plain pressure-cooked Urad Dal with turmeric.And a whole bowl of that.How can one finish that off ?

  • The Main Course : Aloo Phool Gobi Panneer Sabji

Again,fried potato,cauliflower and paneer soaked in water boiled with turmeric and salt and chilli powder.Served with plain rice.Worse still was watching her prepare the dish.We Indians are so used to the tadka i.e., the mustard spluttering when you drop it in oil that we barely notice it.It was only yesterday I realised how brave Indian women are to face this “mustard spluttering” without fear.The contestant was so petrified that the mustard was going to splutter all over her face,she was standing with this shield all the while she was cooking.

Luckily,she had stuck to some non-Indian dessert that she probably knew how to prepare.And oh yea,our dear Pillaiyar was sitting on the table as a table decoration.You poor Pillaiyar,the amount of respect you get in India and ,there on the show,you were sitting on the table as a little toy .And so ended the perfect Indian Dinner.And,surprise surprise,she ,on an average,got 8 points out of 10 from the others.If I had known,I could have possibly got the 1000 Euros with a simple rasam and curd rice and poriyal and semiya payasam.I missed my chance.Damn.

P.S : I really felt pathetic after watching this.If you don’t know a thing about a particular cuisine,just don’t dare to try it.To me,and especially after eleven months away from home, nothing can beat Indian cuisine.And she made mincemeat out of it yesterday :-(.

Snow White !

Nice to see,
A view to behold,
But when you get out there [ I tell you],
Its really cold !!

Last weekend’s one day trip to a nearby town called Winterberg.As the name suggests,and as do the pics,you can guess what its famous for. Seriously,snow looks great as long as you are either sitting,all bundled up in the warm train or at a restaurant sipping coffee.

But,man,did I have a tough time keeping my fingers and toes warm once I was out in the snow :-( I think I am blue-blooded [ I mean,my blood turns blue fast,especially at end-points like fingers and toes,only ]. Really,me only fit for the Indian summer.

Anger Management

Its good to hit the pinnacle of your anger.’Cos ,once you reach it,you realize it just cannot get any worse than this.YOU just cannot be a more pathetic person than you are right now.And,suddenly,this realization dawns on you that Anger is an utter waste of your own precious time.People will still do what they want to do.Things will still happen the way they are destined to happen.So,why go to all that trouble to find the appropriate swear words to shout at the top of your lungs? Just Chill.I think I just figured how to manage my anger. Give up on it !

Bheema

Spoilers : Yes,the one and only one.

It was quite an experience watching Bheema.Ok.I’m neither giving a review nor an opinion.I would just like to jot down what transpired in the theater amongst our group and a few thoughts that ran through my mind while watching this movie .[There,now no one can blame me :-P].At the very outset,you get to know its some gangwar,mafia kindof movie when in the opening scenes ,someone refers to someone else and someone else talks about someone else hiding somewhere else and generally using the word pottu thallu liberally.However,my interest piqued on seeing Vikram’s intro shot.Have to admit,that was one helluva scene.One terrific sideways angle to introduce yourself in.I tried myself to get that pose after coming back home[minus the biceps].Vikram really seemed to have worked out a lot to get into the body of the character.Hats off to you for that,Viks.But,my interest rate diminished as rapidly as it had increased in the following one hour when Vikram was busying bashing up goondas as though he was swatting flies.But,he seriously looked pretty convincing in his role,what with all those bulging biceps,triceps whatever.Then came the flashback.While Vikram was busy expressing how he found his role model and inspiration in Bheema,our little perverted minds here were reeling our own little so-gay Shekar-Chinna [Bheema-PrakashRaj] love story in our seats.What to do ?When theres so much bashing up and so thin a story line and dialogues like “Antha neram,en manasellaam Chinnaava pathi nenappu thaan “,we had to resort to somehow find a little [however perverted it sounds] story in there.So,thus,we laughed our heads off in the seats for a while and thus managed to entertain ourselves before the intermission.Then the story really started getting somewhere after that.And,I was very very happy with the climax.’Cos ,to me,it was unexpected.And,I felt all the three main protagonists deserved what they got. When Bheema songs had just been released,I didn’t find them all that great.But ,after watching the movie in the theater,I’ve started to like Mudhal Mazhai quite a bit.Not that the picturisation was excellent.Perhaps ,the songs were a welcome change in between all that pottu thallufying and thookufying.Trisha ,generally,looked gorgeous.And,seriously,is she becoming a comedy actress or what ? Nowadays,theres no separated comedy track in Trisha movies…Hmm.

There was a big split in opinion,though,in the group,about the movie.While half of us felt it wasn’t too bad,the other half felt the story was going nowhere.While three of us were very happy about the climax,the rest were disappointed that the director not only managed to finish off the three main protagonists,but,also the audience as well,in the process.But,definitely,my spouse was immensely enjoying all the hitting and the bashing [Wonder if its all his unfulfilled desires to whack me once in a while that led to this ??Heh.I hope not]. I can’t remember the last time I watched a tamil movie and came out thinking that “Now,that was a good movie”.Its either “Not bad” or “Can watch once”.Maniratnam,come back to Tamizh cinema.Gautham Menon,let Vaaranam Aayiram be a nice mature love story as you have potrayed in all your earlier movies.Dasavatharam, get released.Till then,I think I should stop going to the movies.

Faith

He :So,What did you pray for ?

Me : Oh,I prayed for this ,for that ,blah-blah.[ I'm just plain greedy in my prayers.] .So,what did you pray for ?

He : Nothing . I know He would give me a lot more than that ,anyways.I don’t want to reduce His blessings.

Now,thats Faith. I lack it.So much.

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