Women – A burden or backbone

I always feel so special about myself. Being a woman alone is worth celebrating life. If any one ‘being’ that was so viciously slaved by the ignorance of mankind and still manage to hold head high and walk, it is WOMEN! So when I chanced upon Indusladies “International Women’s day” blogging contest, I want to take this as an opportunity to open my mind and write about the nature’s special soul – The Women!!!


Men and Women, just like any other species, were created to co-exist and evolve. These two different creations need the companionship of each other in order to play the rough game of evolution. Both are unique and have their own roles to carry out so as to survive the puzzle of our existence. Centuries and centuries ago, when women partook domestic responsibilities and let men do the bread winning, it was a mutual agreement.

A Woman is a born ‘Nurturer’. A Man is a tough ‘Survivor’. When Men ensured the survival of his clan, Women scarified herself in the well being of the family. She borne kids and raised them. She showed enormous patience and perseverance in building the family. Being a household chore, or tending the aged elders, or grooming the kids, Women stood as a silent pillar of the family. She let the men to be in forefront while she iron-guarded the backstage. ‘For Most of History, Anonymous was Women’ Said Virginia Woolf. How True?

Just like nothing is constant in this world, so is Men’s outlook on Women. Women’s innate qualities “Tolerance, Patience, Selflessness, Loyalty and Faith’ made her submissive and yielded her the name ‘Weaker Sex’. She came under the veiled protection of Men. Her skills were confined to Kitchen and cookery. Her birthrights were ignored. Basic education was deprived. This ruthlessness continued to the point where the very existence of ‘HER’ is considered as burden. “Female infanticide” became unpronounced solution. What an epitome of madness?  What would our existence be with out Women?

Today, Women understood the reality. She is waging war against her lost rights. She is no more a product sold on the marriage market. She is not just the child bearing family sacrifier. Her existence now extends from Kitchen to Corporate offices. In the past few decades, Women have consistently outdone themselves by stepping in to male dominated territories. The tabooed word ‘Career’ has become common now.

This new era multitasking career women could even amaze the supermen. She is a supreme manager at office and super tolerant mom at home. She can be an audacious boss and a tender wife.  She is willing to adapt herself to the stressful office work and ever demanding household chores. Finally ask yourself a question, who is the person who wakes up first in your home and goes late to bed at night? It could be none other than your Mom or wife. And most importantly, she doesn’t even complain about this.

Man may claim to be the ‘HEAD’ of the family, but a woman remains the ‘HEART’ of the family. No, she is not a burden for others; she is burdening herself for others.

With that note, I wish you all a very Happy Women’s day. Cherish Woman! She deserves it.


Good Old Movies

With a naughty baby around, I almost stopped planning for weekend. Because, no matter how I plan, my baby knows way to foil it. The only time I could rest during the weekend is when my sweet baby gets her midday nap. Once her pretty eyes were shut, I jumped to my iphone to catch up some good old movies.

 Kancheevaram & Lagaan. A very rare combination of movies to watch during the weekend. However, that’s I what I did on the past two blissful days.

 Ever since Prakash Raj won national award for ‘Kancheevaram’, I have been eyeing out for this movie. This is one of the most poignant and beautiful tale I have watched recently. Now I understand why it fetched the most prestigious award for one of the finest actor in Tamil cinema. And what a good work, Mr. Priyadarshan has put up in to it.  The way he has taken us in to the lives of silk weavers of Kancheevaram is so genuine and extraordinary. I could feel myself transported to post independent era. Each and every scene is so authentic.

 Being it a brilliant characterization or beautiful picturisztion or soul sucking music, the movies scores in ever aspect of fine filmmaking. The lead roles Vengadam (Prakash Raj), Annam (Shreiya reddy) and other adds perfect aura to this whole magical movie. I think I have done enough praise. This film is worth the entire weekend.

 Coming to Lagaan, again this is another movie in my watch list since it was nominated for the most esteemed Oscar. To my surprise I loved this too. Though it has not impacted the way ‘Kancheevaram’ does, the movie has its own goodness.  The only problem is, I found the movie to be too lengthy (almost 3: hr 35 mins). How difficult it is to watch with a baby? My dear got so irritated that she spanked me with a Nataraj Pencil and chewed my earphones. Gosh!

Entertainment and not enlightenment !

For me, a bad book is a huge turn off compared to bad movie. A bad movie could cost only few hours, whereas a bad book for me could cost days and sometimes even weeks. It brings the worst inside me when I wander past 200 pages in a snail paced book only to find out there is no hope to reach the ending and abandon it altogether.

 Last year I made lots of wrong choice in selecting books that impacted my reading. In fact there could be at least 20 or such books, which I simply read for 50 – 200 pages and threw them off in frustration.  I could recollect reading Obama’s biography – which was suppose to be very inspiring as per the book review- and wondered what’s the problem with this chap? Can’t he tell his life history short and sweet?

 I reckon, my taste got changed over the period of years. Once I love books of any sort. I mean I even loved those depressive Russian levels and always wondered what has made them so pessimistic in life. I remember the days when I devoured ‘Crime and punishment’; ‘Brothers Karamazov’, ‘ Anna Karenina’ and other puzzling novels just to get the taste of it. I guess, I must have possessed the epitome of patience then.  I am still amazed on how I did those. Now give me a tome like Anna Karenina, I would kiss my reading habit to death and be blissful with my household work.

 Hence this year, I have been extremely careful in choosing books.  I stick only to those super fast thrillers, page turning fantasies and mushy romantic novels and that too after I read lots of reviews and reader’s recommendation. I simply refuse to budge for the biographies and other life changing non-fictions. Thus this year reading is for sheer entertainment and not for enlightenment.

Story and Soul

I get this deeply unsatisfied feeling whenever I watch Tamil movies these days. Though the movies, to an extent, has come out of meaningless punch dialogues, kuthu songs and other disgusting factors which were once prevailed commonly across all movies, I still feel something is being purposefully missed out in movies these days.

The last three movies (Vishwaroopam, David, Kadal) that I watched with huge expectations have been a big blow to me. Though these movies sound sensible on the shell, it lacked the essence. These movies carry just the stories and there is no such thing called soul in it.  I mean, earlier when I watch a Vikram’s or Manirathnam’s movie, I would think about it –in a admiring way -for at least two days. And I would re-watch it. However, these recent releases have left me in utter bewilderment. To my horror, I forgot the storyline on the next day morning.

When I discussed ‘Vishwaroopam’ with some of my friends, they compared Kamal’s technical brilliance with Hollywood. Now this is a moot point and I am at loss always. I enquired them that so and so scenes were not elaborated in detail which leads to lots of confusion, one person promptly advised me that in Hollywood they wont explain silly details. You just need to suppose and sail through the story. I really fail to understand why should I watch a Tamil movie keeping Hollywood standards in mind? It would rather be easier for me to watch Hollywood film directly no? Anyway, I asked my friend whether she understood what nuclear oncology means? For which she was surprised and blinked!

While I am still staggering with not-so-nationally-important-Vishwaroopam in my life, I committed other two sins, which made me even more pessimistic about movies.

David – I seriously don’t understand why Vikram is so drunk in the movie and acts thoroughly weird throughout. Never seen Vikram in such dumb character before. That bloke’s talent has entirely been spoiled.  While Vikram was busy drinking, another David (Jeeva) tries to seek justice for his father’s humiliation.  Finally when Jeeva succumbs to non-violence, viola! He was saved and he becomes father in church. Of course, none of this made any sense to me.

Kadal – I seriously couldn’t believe this was made by the legend ‘MANIRATNAM’. One should have seen the horror in my face while I watched the climax of this movie when the hero states his reason for forgiving Arjun for his sins. Gosh !!!! Perhaps Arjun could be the only actor who can overact even in Mani’s movie. Anyway! If not for AR Rahman’s music, Kadal would have probably drowned by itself. Forget the past two movies, Kadal was just too much. Please watch it yourself and decide.

Finally, why all these stories suddenly got this compulsive-religious-syndrome crap in it. Can’t they give GOD (if he exist) a break and concentrate on story and its soul instead?

I think I like the movie Attakathi far better than these. Probably I had very low expectations then.

January – A recall

I am so happy that the first month of this year has been very productive so far. Not to mention it went like a breeze and made my life a lot easier. Like I mentioned already, I have been desperately trying to catch up with things, which I missed out for the past year due to marriage and pregnancy. 

The first and foremost begin my attention to this blog. It almost died last year and caused me great grieve. I thought I would almost forget what writing means. Good it didn’t happen. Now at least I manage write something even though it sounds so gibberish.

Secondly, I managed to read 5 books this month with the target of one book each week. My daughter almost attempted to slaughter 2 books with sharp devices, which she only knows of. She is constantly eyeing my ebook reader to break it. Even my hubby raises his eyebrow when I cuddle up with a good book. Even if they both are quiet, there will be something on the line to break my vow to read books. It was all-exhausting to read amidst all these. So my reading happens on bus stops, evening office breaks, late night or very early mornings when the world fails to notice what I am doing. The five books are

Gone girl by Gynn by Gillian Flynn

Oru Manidhan, Oru Veedu, Oru Ulagam (Tamil book) by Jayakanthan

Paths of Glory by Jeffrey Archer

Immortals of Meluha by Amish Tripathi

The secret of Nagas by Amish Tripathi

I have also managed to spend time with my baby in the evening by leaving the office work little early. The great problem with me being a working woman is that, no matter how hard I try, I am still struggling to strike a balance between my family and carrier. When I leave early from office, I could see secret eyes staring at me for being non committed to work. When I reach home and hug little daughter, her eyes accuses me of not being with her.

Some other stuff, which I try hard to catch up, are exercise and news. I somehow managed to do 30 mins exercise at least five days each weeks. Of course, my little daughter didn’t make me do this at home. So I simply got down 2 bus stops before my home and strolled off. I also coped up to catch the headlines during the weekdays during office breaks.

This month is also special for its own special reasons. Got a nice surprise gift, which blew me away. Now, coming to February, I think it will be little more interesting. Because I have been using office breaks to accomplish all my little desires. However, this month I need to study a course for my career. Let’s see.

Vishwaroopam – Tamil movie review

The much-awaited Vishwaroopam got released here. My hubby being a die-hard fan of Kamal wanted to watch it desperately. So we went to watch this controversial movie.

The plot goes like this..

Al-Qaeda Jihadis Omar (Rahul Bose) & Salim (Jaideep) plots an attack against US. Vishwanath alias Viz (Kamal) is a kathak teacher in Newyork who is married to Nirupama (Pooja Kumar) a nuclear oncologist. Nirupama founds out that Viz is not a Hindu but Muslim through her private investigator. There the story takes a turn and reveals who Viz really was in the past and how he comes to know the Al-Qaeda attack in US. The rest of the story is all about how Viz foils the terrorist attack and brings back the peace.

Let me highlight the positives first. Kamal’s transformation as Kathak dancer is the single most thing that excited me in the movie. He has done every justice to this role. His feminine facial expressions are flawless and he simply takes the breath away with his graceful dance. Now, the problem is this role has no relevancy to the main story line. What impact he creates to the story by being a Kathak dancer? None. It seems he has done the role only to exhibit his finer acting skills and for nothing else. Anyway, I liked it.

I felt an overwhelming disappointment when I think about the other aspects of this film. Music was a let down. It was a poorly executed film in my opinion. The screenplay simply swings in the air with no interconnection of any sort. I mean I don’t understand the sequence of any scene. When I think about the screenplay, thousand questions still bugs my mind. Like how Viz (Kamal) came to US?  What is the essence of Kamal’s presence in the hostilities between US and Afghanistan? I felt, I should have probably read more on International relationships (between India, US and Afghanistan) before I had ventured to watch this movie. Most scenes were simply puzzling and left me clueless.

Now coming to the characterization, it has left me dumbfound. I mean who is Andrea in the movie? Who are the two white chaps who tags along with Kamal in US? What is the role of Nazar? The portrayal of Nirumpa as an infidel in the beginning due to Kamal’s effeminate trait goes head over heel when she sees the handsome Kamal is simply ridiculous. Phew! Even Kamal underestimates the purpose of heroine in the films.

Most of the dialogues in the film are not in Tamil.  The movie happens in Afghan and US, hence it is understandable that Tamil is ignored. However, even the very few dialogues spoken in Tamil (or to be more specific Tamil Brahmin lingo), are mercilessly butchered by the non-Tamil speaking actors. I understand Kamal has chosen his actor in order to cater all his audience in India. But unfortunately, I didn’t get the feel of a Tamil movie. It appeared as a Dubbed movie.

The other hindrance to understand the movie is the tech jargon that has been splattered across many scenes. I don’t know what nuclear oncology means neither do the chemical compounds that were mentioned in many scenes. I don’t remember whether it was explained in the movie. But the point is, when the climax was based on this, I lost the gist and gave a miss to the crucial scene. I just stared at the screen and went home.

Kamal is genius but sadly I fail to appreciate his efficacy. And to those who are making lots of sound against screening of this film, I really want to ask what they understood about the movie in the first place. Just blindly going gaga over the movie is bizarre.

Aftermath of snow

Snow filled the weekends. London is so beautiful now. I mean the whole city looks as if it’s been topped with Vanilla cream. Though the climate is still hard to beat, it is amazing to watch the whitish city.

 I couldn’t go out with my family much, as I don’t want to risk my daughter’s health for my fancy desires. However, I stared at my bedside window for hours. Never seen a scenic beautiful place ever before. This makes the whole trip to London worthwhile.

 But the bad side of this snow is that, I find it extremely difficult to wake up in the morning. Man! Morning 7:00 clock looks like midnight. My morning routines takes a plunge because of glum weather.

 Also snow has severely disrupted my commute to office. Each day I had to walk at least 20 mins both ways to reach office. Now that the roads are deeply buried under several inches of snow, I literally struggle to keep myself on the ground. A careless flick of my eyes could simply aid me to break my head or something.  In short I could easily dig grave for myself. For some reason, I always think of walking stick when wander past on the snow.

 Now my cute daughter thinks snow is attractive than her morning cereals. Whenever we make some plaything out of snow for her to touch and exclaim, she simply tires to eat that!!!

 In short, show touches each of us in different way.