Innocence personified…irks me.

I’m a big fan of Maniratnam.And Kamal.And Surya.And Vettori.And,yea,it just seems to get longer and longer .But ,Maniratnam and Kamal are constant variables.

Love watching most of Maniratnam movies.Happened to watch Bombay again a few days back.What struck me is that most of Maniratnam’s heroines are the epitome of innocence ! Except for ,maybe,Simran in Kannathil Muthamittal or all the heroines of Aayutha Ezhuthu,.Only ,lately ,has he started to ‘empower’ the women in his movies with more than just innocence.Take Manisha in Bombay ,or Madhubala in Roja or Shobana in Thalapathi.Why are they all soooooooo innocent,to the point of annoyance ,sometimes ?? I think women should be more real in movies.More bold,more mature,more fun.Actually,perhaps ,this applies to most Tamil movies.Take,Genelia in Santhosh Subramaniam.Jeez..seriously,can someone like that exist at all ???

So,Tamil film industry,grow up . Stop painting the women in white.A few splashes of black wouldn’t hurt.
And respected people like Maniratnam should lead the way.

Driving and me

The Nano has finally arrived,or ,is arriving shortly,rather.And I quite like the appearance of the car.To be more precise ,its small.And small cars suit drivers like me.Or bygone drivers like me.

Perukku,I have a driver’s license,which thankfully need be never renewed.[Such is the government's belief that one can never get worse at driving,I guess].Years ago,I still remember my first driving experience.It was seriously weird.I felt very puny in my dad’s maruti suzuki.And suddenly,the car was huge and monstrous to me.I remember holding the steering wheel and driving at a snail’s pace,mainly ‘cos there was a dog lazing in the middle of the road a few metres away from me.I wasn’t very confident of avoiding the dog,but the dog seemed pretty confident that anyone who drives a car like a bullock cart possibly couldn’t run over him.He lay there.For a really long time.

And so continued my tryst with driving,till I had sort of mastered it to the best that I could.That is,I could drive safely on a straight road.U -turns,uphills,flyovers,no.I avoided them like the plague.I still wonder how I got my license.It was basically,luck and divine intervention,I think.Else why would the daughter of the inspector who took my driving test get admission into the same college that I had passed out from ? And why would he be more interested in getting further details about the college and its benefits than in my quality of driving ? Which is why,that fine morning, i drove on a straight stretch on Beach road,sans any traffic.No u-turns,no parking in between two cars,no flyovers.And thats how I got my driving license years back.Thank God for a concerned father

I still intend to master the art,soon.

Why ?

Why do most Hindi-speaking junta presume that every other Tom,Dick and Harry can speak as fluently in Hindi as them ?Why do they insist on carrying on a conversation in Hindi with a south Indian Tamil-spouting lady ,who has made it quite obvious in the first few minutes of the conversation that she’d rather converse in English than in Hindi ?

What would they feel if I just went on and on in Tamil the first time I meet them ?

Funny.

Why is it that..

… just when you decide to get your act together,everything else around you falls apart ?Recession,for instance,people.

… when you’re in college,you wish for the good old school days;when you’re married,you wish for the good old “singleton” days ? And vice-versa.Perhaps ,life is actually meant to happen backwards ?? Benjamin Button-like,I think.

…when you desperately want something,it never comes your way. And when it does decide to come your way,you don’t really need it anyway ???

I just STILL don’t get it ,God.You work in some seriously unique ways !

Today’s fortune

I loved my fortune on Orkut today.

Happiness is nothing more than good health and a bad memory.

It really works !