Sivasankar son of Hariharan!

It is quite common to name brothers as Ram and Lakshman. It sounds logical. But some relation ships looks so harmonius except namewise.

We name our progeny with Gods' names desiring a part of their virtue to stick on to them. As a result, in real world with so many Gods and Goddesses unleashed, the relationships change and history is being rewritten, day after day.

The reception party I attended last was my friend Sriram's with his wife Parvathi. I witnessed many other cases where Rama wed Ahalya, Gayathri and even Margerette.

Sometimes even the order gets a change. My schoolmate Ganesh has an elder brother Saravanna. Radha and Krishna are siblings as per our neighbours' parents and Aunt Anjali's son was Arjun instead of Hanuman... atleast he looked like a monkey.

Last but not the least, I am Subramani myself, the name carefully selected by my parents and grandparents to represent Lord Muruga... only so that to be born to Perumal, who was himself born to Subramani, my grandfather!


the end.

The Da Vinci code - movie

The Da Vinci Code is a must watch for the lovers of the book. On the other hand those who haven't read the book, wont understand a thing. In a brave and successfull attempt to recapture the excitement of the movie, the director has focussed more on the screenplay and thrill, sacrificing a chunk on story. This means a complete boredom for people ignorant of the book.

It is more like a summary to the book, and one can feel going through the various chapters and movie runs. I think Silas character was exceptional, other than that no other character really needed the depth of performance. Some parts of the story have been altered and many puzzles truncated. One part where the jizz was lost, is where Sphie showed the photo of her dead grandfather and the words "P.S. Find Robert Langdon." It was pretty ordinary and looked like she showed her lower grade report card which he didn't bother looking.

The BGM was very apt and added to the thrill. The movie was made with an intention not to hurt any sect, as seen by the blunt dialogues and over emphasis on Opus Dei, rather than Christianity itself. I see no purpose in banning the movie, for it is neutral from start to end. The book was considerably harsh. By banning the movie, its raining profits for the piracy market.

Overall, its a rich movie experience. But it is not a must-theatre watch movie. A home theatre would do. Or even a PC.


the end.

So what is my character?

This is a introspective analysis I am doing for quite sometime. Theoritically I thrive to be kind, generous, and caring... but I wonder if I am all that.

I can say I am Kind, but really, AM I? For I am indeed kind to the people who speak sweet and are friendly, but not to the people who hurt me, or divulge with my line of thought. A harsh word thrown at me, sees a harsh word back.
Am I kind? NO. I just act as a mere mirror which reflects the person interacting with me. He smiles at me, I smile back. He hates me, I hate him more. Kindness is not my Character, but a feeling based on the circumstances around me.

Atleast I am generous. I helped the neighbour Akka with Rs.1000 last year and waited patiently till she repayed it.
Er... I still feel I am generous, though I failed to help my maid servant when she literally begged for money for buying gas cylinder. But I helped her many times, she failed to return. Hey, is generosity not expecting anything in return. Did I fail?
I think so... since it is for the same reason I don't help people begging on the road or genuine destitutes. I just help people near and dear to me, and more important, people whom I am sure will repay me somehow. Generosity is not my character but a means of helping people, whose help I seek eventually.

Hmm... surely I am not caring then. Ofcourse I run errands for my mother, I thought that would earn me that virtue. I haven't even donated blood, did no kind of voluntary work (though I was with NSS for 2 years),given clothes or money to the
poor or atleast stop haggling for minutes with the person selling water mellon on the road, for one and two rupees, not thinking of his life and the family he needs to support. Caring is not my character but an illusion to help myself.

There is so much to do in this world, to my fellow humans, who are a spark from the same flame as I am... but all I thought about for so long was ME. Maybe I do have a character to call myself... Selfish!


not the end.

Driving thoughts;

I turned the meter, ready to run,
It was a fierce bargain, the customer had won.
For all I get from Parry's to Guindy,
Is a paltry Rupees sixty.

I drive an Auto, which is not mine,
I start early morning and not rest until nine,
All I earn through this job of mine,
Still keeps my family below poverty line.

A major share goes to the owner's call,
Another for petrol, service and all,
what is left is just enough,
to keep my wife and kids alive.

Yet the rich people haggle skillfully,
Afterall there are many like me, which makes their job easy,
If I refuse to attend their call,
My family gets a harder fall.


the end.

Mokkai No. 1

I saw a middle aged man with a broken jaw and blood all over. Asked the cause of the accident, for which he said,
"The lift was open, and a voice said Dive senchu kadhavu adaikavum. I slipped while diving."

the end.

Blog revived...

It's been long since I blogged; very long. I could say that I ran out of topics to blog or maybe I was busy. The truth is while I was employed I had enough free time for work like this, but after that I ran out of inspiration.
Hmmm... the reasoning doesn't please my employer though!