Apr 14

I was researching about this line from the song “Theendai mei Theendai” in “En Swasa Katre”; it has this pa at the very beginning of the song (to an erotic sounding orgasmic woman moaning in the background)

Kandrum unnadhu kalathinum padathu

nallal theempal nilatthuliluk anga

enakkum aagathu enaikkum uthavathu

pasalai uniyar alkulen

thithalai en maamai kavine

In Tamil:

கன்றும் உண்ணாது கலத்திலும் படாது

நல்லாள் தீம்பால் நிலத்திலுக் காங்க
எனக்கும் ஆகாது என்னைக்கும் உதவாது
பசலை உணியர் அல்குளேன்
திதலை என் மாமைக்கவினே

Meaning:

கன்றும் உண்ணாது கலத்திலும் படாது
நல்லாள் தீம்பால் நிலத்திலுக் காங்க
Like a good cow’s sweet milk that neither gets to the calf nor to the milk-vessel but gets wasted falling on the ground,


எனக்கும் ஆகாது என்னைக்கும் உதவாது
பசலை உணியர் அல்குளேன்
திதலை என் மாமைக்கவினே
The dark beauty of my feminity has become food for a skin affliction, which is not good for me nor my man.


As usual, the English translation makes it sound like she’s complaining of a skin disorder, but actually, she is complaining of her separation from her lover - that without him, her privates are getting neglected (corny as it sounds :P) and becoming food for a disease, just like wasted milk. Some word translations are in order:


பசலை - skin disease
உணியர் - food
அல்குளேன் - the fold of skin between the upper thigh and hip, or otherwise, privates.
மாமைக்கவினே - Dark beauty (kavin is beauty, maamai is darkness)
What amazes me is the fact that these classical poets have been able to talk about something this sensuous and this explicit, and yet have been able to keep vulgarity completely out of the picture. Talk about the right balance.
On the other hand, the song in which this pa is featured is one 5-minute erotica… Looks like we’ve devolved from sanga-kaalam :(
Apr 7

Came across this graph, describing the percentage of people who accept evolution as the best explanation for the origin of humans and the earth on the Pew Forum:

% accepting evolution with religion - Pew Forum

% accepting evolution with religion - Pew Forum

Something else, too I noticed: the religions themselves, from maximum acceptance to minimum acceptance, are in roughly the decreasing order of their historical age. Is this just a coincidence? My pet theory is that a religion as such takes a few centuries to mature and get past its period of confusion; and once it gets past, the religion becomes a bunch of guidelines to live by rather than an active cause to spread and follow - resulting in increased acceptance of liberal ideas.  Of course, everything isn’t hunky-dory after such a maturity comes by; some discord still lives on. However, the religion as such moves away from blind adherence and faith in motifs towards becoming a way of life, a fabric of the culture of a place. Such a thing exists in India; although the country is indeed a melting pot of various religions, most of the people following other religions do follow some habits originating in Hinduism which their brethen in the rest of the world may find strange. I do not intend to cast aspersions on peoples’ faiths, but instead I rather intend to show how Hinduism has gone, from being a religion, to being a fabric of society - our way of life.

Just a sudden thought.

Oct 26

Listening to: Newyork Nagaram Movie: Sillunu Oru Kaadhal.

A must listen song for any romantic. The lyrical beauty, along with a very energetic beat, and a surprisingly non-lame movie visualization makes it one of the best songs produced by the tamil industry. Starring, Surya and Jyothika, the Most Famous Couple(TM) of Chennai.

I have included the English translation within brackets, and I’ve tried to maintain the lyrical beauty as much as I can while translating; however, words are off my head, without much thought, so are not really that rich. Here goes.

Newyork Nagaram urangum nera thanimai adangudhu
(When the city of Newyork sleeps loneliness settles )
paniyum padarndhadhu
(Like the snow)
kappal irangiyae
(And the breeze steps from the boats)
kaatrum tharaiyil nadandhadhu
(And takes a stroll on the land)

Naangu kannadi suvargalukkulle
(Within four walls of glass)
naanum mezhughuvarthiyo
(Am I a candle? )
thanimai thanimayo
(Oh the loneliness…)
thanimai thanimayo
kodumai kodumayo
(Oh the unfairness…)

What am I doing here? Eight years… Eight years of being in a room with glass of walls. Eight years of watching life rush past you. Eight years of people met, people not met, people fought with, people forgotten. Eight years of sleeping through all the fun. Eight years of life. Lost, in a suffocating room.

Paechellam thaalattai pola ennai uranga vaikka nee illai
(You are not here to gently put me to sleep with your lullaby like words)
Dhinam oru mutham thandhu kaalai coffee kodukka nee illai
(You are not here to give me a coffee and a kiss in the morning)
Vizhiyil vizhum dhoosi thannai edukka nee ingu illai
(You are not here to lovingly pick up the speck of dirt that falls in my eye)
Manadhil varum kuzhappam thannai theerka nee ingae illai
(You are not here to clear up my smallest consternations)

Naan ingae neeyum angae
(With me here and you there)
indha thanimayil nimishangal
(Why do the minutes of this silence)
varusham aanadheno
(become years?)

Totally makes me wonder if the choice I was so firm about is the right choice in the first place. Maybe I was blinded by an overzealous ardor - I find I am overwhelmed, even now. Maybe I was just plain wrong - trying to grab on to the first piece of driftwood like a man yearning for life.

Natkurippil nooru dhadavai undhan peyarai ezhudhum yen paena
(A hundred times does my pen write your name in my journal)
Yezhudhiyadhum erumbu moikka peyarum aanadhenna thena
(And is your name made of honey for ants to be attracted to it once I write it?)

Jill yendru bhoomi irundhum
(Even when the earth is cold)
indha thanimayin kulir kanal
(Why does the chilly breeze of this loneliness)
kodaiyaanadheno
(Feel like a heat-wave?)

I don’t think what I imagined is true. Happens to us all the time, doesn’t it? What you think life is, and what life actually is… Very different. Very frustratingly different.

Vaa anbae neeyum vandhal
(Come, my love, if you come,)
Sen thanal kooda panikkatti
(Even a red ember will become)
polae aagume
(cool as ice… )

I don’t think it will ever happen. I would be a madman to think it would; but isn’t it madness, as someone said so? I have been clinging on, hoping, against all odds, that I will reach the shore. Realization dawns: this ain’t the life-saver I was looking for. I’m holding on to a sea-serpent thinking its a savior. I should let go - and brave the rough sea, till a firm hand gently drags me to the shore, and softly puts me to sleep…

PS: For any prude who looks down upon cine music and claims carnatic/western/rock/folk/whatever is pure, fuck you. You may do circus with your genre, but there’s not any which encompasses and transcends all genres like film music. And the lyrical richness far exceeds any of other creations.

Oct 20

I was talking to a close friend the other day, and the topic of relationships and committments came up. Although there was no argument and my friend and I agreed on a lot of things, the ideas and opinions it brought out were quite revealing; so this blog post, to state my opinions on the topic.

Now that the motivation for the post is established, lets look at the current situation about committments. It wouldn’t involve much looking around to find the general opinions regarding committments between a man and a woman (I’m consciously transitioning from guy to man and girl to woman; I think, now that my batchmates and I have begun working, we are full and mature adults, and not just guys or girls):

“Committment robs you of your independence. Once you are committed, you have to sacrifice everything.”

Is that extreme really so?

The word committment has been demonized so much that it is just plain looked down upon, like an ugly child no one wants to touch. In fact, committment may not even refer to a personal level of committment to a process; it can even be one’s committment towards the other’s welfare; but the word has been perverted so much that if you, being a man, so as much as say you expect more committment from a woman, or vice versa, you are plain looked down upon. It is sad that something that is the cornerstone of human relationships, personal or not, has been so negatively portrayed in society. And so it becomes that committment is uncool and restricting, whereas freewheeling pointlessly in relationships, with no accountability is completely OK.

And worse, the concept of friendship has been vandalized to accommodate this concept of a meaningless relationship. So it is now acceptable to say, if a person is unable to be committed to a relationship, that we’re just friends, so being fickle is totally acceptable; today we roll together, and tomorrow with someone else. It should have been that friendship should lead to a greater committment in a relationship; but now the entire goal has been turned on its head, and the concept is being used to avoid committments in a relationship.

But that’s about committments in friendships. As a natural progression, what about a personal relationship between a man and a woman?

I completely disagree with the belief that committment, in a personal relationship, is restricting. Firstly, unlike popular opinion, committments between a man and a woman need not result in either of the two totally losing their independence; if that were the case, it would be a total strain on the other, and that person may not really be able to take the load. It might have been true in earlier generations that women were expected to be dependent on their husbands; however, just looking past the veil, even back then, women had a considerable degree of independence over the household affairs into which the men never strayed. Today, the situation is only better. A man and a woman can coexist independently in a committed relationship; it only involves a bit of giving in to which the two parties must agree to. And if this giving in is itself too much of a hassle, then there is no meaning to such a relationship in the first place, let alone be committed; they might as well be two strangers and need not be in a relationship with each other. Personally, I wouldn’t want to be in a relationship with someone who’s in it just for the heck of it, no committments and shite; if you want to be close to me, you better be serious about it.

The part about having to sacrificing everything is not true either. In fact, it doesn’t even make any sense, in today’s world where people have careers and stuff. Let me put it this way; if the guy tells you he loves you totally etc., and then says you shouldn’t really go to work since you got to stay at home to take care of the family, do you really think he really loves you? I’d say the guy doesn’t. But take people who are in a committed relationship and who have careers - either will never stop the other from pursuing his or her career since it is as important to him as it is to her. The key here is that both look at each other’s career as a way to further their combined well-being; although adjustments and sacrifices need to be made along the way, they would never be a big bother since the combined goal is always achieved. If either tried to jeopardise the other’s career, his or her wellbeing would also be ruined. And it is precisely this, which is present in a committed relationship.

And for people who are worried about the things that usually crop up in relationships - committed or not - small misunderstandings, minor expectations, major expectations - then my opinion is that such people are immature at best. It is never possible for a human relationship to be without expectations; if not anything, there will be atleast an expectation of courtesy. Personally, I have come across people for whom even this courtesy seems to be too much of an expectation. If this were the case for impersonal relationships, the personal relationship scene seems even worse. To take an example, taking the effort of spending twenty minutes of one’s time on the phone with someone who cares about you is a lot for some; no wonder some long distance relationships break up on such things as keeping in touch. I feel that such people are extremely immature. And then there are the people who do not get committed since they never know when they will meet a more interesting person; for such people, no one can save them. I only hope that the girl I eventually come across is not committment-phobic, since it is as unattractive as unattractive gets.

Oct 13

A few vignettes from my trip to Houston over the weekend.

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Greyhound totally sucks. Indian opportunism, on the other hand, totally rocks.

I was waiting at the Austin bus station to board my 5.30 pm bus to Houston, where I was on my way to meet up with a friend and have some good time. I was already *totally* impressed by the bus service, until the point of boarding; awesome looking tickets (although I was yearning for those colored chits we get in our buses called as tickets), some professional check in process, baggage tags and shite. Total kickass, it all seemed. Then started the downhill run: the bus I was supposed to board arrived half an hour late at 6 pm, and ran off at 6.15pm without letting anyone board, claiming it was too full. We had to wait till 8 pm. I had already started debating with myself whether I should ditch the entire trip since it started out so bad, when the bus arrived at 8.30pm and the Greyhound guys said only 33 people can board, with around fifty waiting in the lounge. I was totally on the verge of cancellign the whole trip, when my innate Indianness took over.

I broke the line.
I went ahead, turning a deaf ear to people’s curses.
I pushed myself through the entrance and into the bus.
Houston, here I come!

I am sure I’ll be facing some serious time with the Hindu equivalent of St.Peter at the pearly gates for this, but what the hell… As if I haven’t done any other sin in my life :)

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Houston is one drab city. Drab as drab gets.

Having been in Austin for a while, I was hoping going to a new place would be a different experience. It was indeed different, but not exactly in the way I liked. Houston, to me, seems to be a soulless city; one that has sold its soul to the endless march of capitalism. All I could see on the roads were cars, buildings and more cars; people, nada. That’s totally different from Austin, I would say. Austin has a homely feel about it; indeed, I didn’t really feel out of place while in Austin, since it seemed so much like Chennai. But Houston seemed to be some vague place where I had to be careful about what I do, when I do and how I go about doing it. Needless to say, the city’s high crime rate didn’t really do much to put my mind in ease, with the result I ended up feeling much like a fish out of water. Now I am wondering if my love of Austin isn’t really because it is the first city I landed in; maybe it is more because of its character.

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Upon getting down from the Greyhound bus back at Austin at Dobie, I had this most wierd sensation of security; something akin to surrendering yourself to your mother’s loving arms. It was a beautiful moment when it lasted.

I guess almost everyone would have felt the same way about their university, when they get back to it after a long time. The feeling of familiarity that coming back to Austin gave, was a refreshing change from the stupid uncertainty that I had begun to hate while I was in Houston. And the best was at the University; for a moment I might have been a little kid who was lost in a country fair, running back to his mommy who just found him. I impelled me to reflect on the fact that I hadn’t felt this way before, about IIT. I suppose that is because my home was also at Chennai, and so home was home, and IIT, as much as the foster home that it was, never really was home to me; no wonder I didn’t really feel an attachment to the place. Almost makes me wish I had not stayed at Chennai itself. But past is past, and I should move on, so now I am in Austin, and I can enjoy all the kinship I want with the university, in my very own special way.

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For all the Houston bashing I was doing, it doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy the trip. My friend was this most awesome guy who made sure I had no problems whatsoever. And we roamed about a great deal, did some major guy things (like things you wouldn’t want your parents to know about ;)) Dude, you rock!

May 30

So, I finally got myself treated myself to some gadgets.

It had been a long standing itch that I haven’t been buying gadgets as I should have been. Life seemed pretty dreary without the constant blinkenlights and beeping of a variety of stuff in my periphery. Partly due to the fact that yours truly has been continually penniless for the last four years (being a localite isn’t really helpful to your wallet if you study in IIT) and because I was too lazy to the de facto gadget hub of singara Chennai - Richie Street. Haggling has never been my favorite pastime.
I finally had to do something about it, lest it became a huge bother.

So I drew up a list of stuff which I wanted to buy. Man, there’s so many!

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  • A humongous external harddisk to store all the movies I ever wanted to watch
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  • A new memory stick for my 3.2 Megapixel camera (puny, yes I know, but I got it long before your 6 Megapixel cameras, biatches! )
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  • A spanking new mobile phone which can double as an MP3 player
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  • A wireless router for easy access to happy happy joy joyland (read: the internet) and easy file transfer
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  • A new desktop upgrade from my existing P4 256 MB RAM system to a Core 2 Duo, 2 GB RAM system
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  • A new watch
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  • A TV tuner card for watching the tube on the PC
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  • A new laptop. The one I have has umpteen problems, and has grown old even though its only an year old.

Having the power of THE LIST in my hands, I began looking for people to push off the actual task of getting a good deal and buying the maal. Remember, I hate going great lengths and haggling for a good deal. Eventually my buddy Ananth gave me an idea: buy it at Mercy Electronics at Adyar. Hearing what sounded like a nice deal, I went there - and found that they indeed had a good deal. So now I am the proud owner of a hard disk, memory stick, wireless router, and a mobile phone (which unfortunately my dad hijacked :( ) Finally I can sleep in peace…

May 24

Rajini

Who is the suparstaar?
Who can kick Chuck Norris’ ass?
Who’s so great that even physics changes itself for him and Newton’s skeleton automatically turns in its grave?

None other than (trumpets) our belove Rajinikanth!

All his antics in his movies aside, it is incredible how the man manages to move the masses like no one has ever done before. And like nobody can ever do again (watch it, n00bs - Vijay, Ajith, ‘loose finger’ Simbu!). On top of all this, his movies always have an undercurrent philosophy running which he brings out with his timely punches and with his characteristic panache. Watching Basha and Padayappa yesterday night, I just was in awe of the life he brings to the character of Manickam and Padayappa. In each he’s got an undercurrent running - Basha, one of doing good to people, and in Padayappa - how vengeance leads only to misery. In the words of Padayappa - ” Alavukku meeri aasa padara aambalayum alavukku adhigama kovappadara pombalayum nalla vazhndhadha sarithramae illa” - “There is no account in history which says a greedy man and a shrew woman have ever lived happily(not necessarily together)”. How very true.

So do all of his songs carry a deep meaning. Consider ‘Oh Oh Kicku Yaeruthae’ from Padayappa:

Thaayai thaerndhedukkum
thandhayai thaerndhedukkum
Urimai nammidathil illai

mugaththai therndhekkum
niraththai therndhekkum
urimai unnidhathil illai

Pirappai thaerndhedukkum
Irappai thaerndhedukkum
Urimai unnidathil illai

eNNi paarkkum vELaiyil
un vaazhkai mattum
undhan kaiyil undu
adhai vendridu!

Here’s a translation for those who don’t understand Tamil:

To choose your mother
To choose your father
You don’t have the right

To choose your face
To choose your race(actually color, but i’ve put race for sake of the rhyme)
You don’t have the right

To choose your birth
To choose your death
You don’t have the right

When I think about it
Only your life
Is in your hands
Carpe Diem!

Carpe Diem in a Tamil Movie! Only Thalaivar can do that.
I only have a few things to ask of the superstar: Don’t go down to the level of these chintu n00bs by having inane comedy in your movies. You are waaay above that. Just show a bit of your charisma and the whole of TN will move to your tune.

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May 21

I got this mail today:

Hello…..,
My name is Boti Kangundu. i am a female, I will like to establish a long lasting relationship with you.This is because i don’t know the possibilities of remaining in forum for a long time please If you are interested in knowing more about me, and for me to send you some pictures of mine,
Thanks waiting to hear from you .
with love,
Miss Boti Kangundu.

Patent, agmark 100% shudh spam. A bit of digging into the email header showed me how I could have received this seemingly inviting message from a female ;) Looks like it has come to me through my department email server. Plus, also seems that it has been sent via the btech mailing list. Man, if this female were real, she must’ve been brilliant: one shot proposal to an entire campus of IITians!

Wonder how it would be if I had a girlfriend with that name.

  • Poetry would go like “Boti, my sweety, you’re a beauty, don’t be so naughty” (lines shamelessly copied from Raj Kumar’s “Eef you come today”, the best English song evar in an Indian film)
  • Boti in bed - Think of arousing ways of calling the name “Boti”, “Kangundu” in the throes of passion (Caveat: The passion stage is possible only if provided the girl looks the part)
  • If she ever comes down with Elephantiasis, I’ll have to call her “Boti Kaalgundu”.(Note to self: that was LAME.) (Note Note to self: That was even more lame.)(Note Note Note to self: Aaargh!)
  • My imagination can run out. Hell, what can anyone do with a girlfriend named Boti Kangundu?

And if the real Boti Kangundu is ever reading this post, you can go screw yourself. Your name sucks, and you sound despo. Get lost.

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May 21

So, I’ve started a new blog. Great. So much for introductions. What’ve we got here?

No Onions Nor Garlic

Tears are streaming from my eyes.

Imagine you are in Odyssey, money tingling in your pocket and mind tingling with the smell of fresh books. You want to spend your moolah on some quality stuff - otherwise you’d be standing at some second hand book stall in Triplicane or Mylapore(Not that you will agree with me that stuff from there is second-rate, but well, its you, and opinions differ.) So you pick up a book called “No Onions Nor Garlic”, something based on Chennai, the city we oh so fucking love.

No Onions Nor Garlic

I guess there’s a standard theme for these books, which I would like to expand upon:

  • Decide upon the cast and their characteristics (good, bad, girl, boy, homo, hetero, rich, poor)
  • Keep them one dimensional ( girl can’t become boy and have boy feelings! Bad should never have a hint of good!)
  • Mix in a lot of translated, transliterated and literate foul words ( mayira-pudingi, pubic hair plucker, sister fucker, bastard etc. etc. etc. )
  • Throw in a social issue for an undertone (pick your choice - dowry, casteism, poverty, corruption, tax evasion, thuggery - you name it)
  • Stereotypes!
  • Add a foreigner to the mix - to give a foreign spin on the whole picture (plus you can have them pronounce Tam-Iyer names badly and make a pathetic joke out of that)
  • Finally, for some semblance of continuity, make impossible coincidences happen.
  • Its an added advantage if the author is an NRI. Two words: Moolah and Publicity.

I guarantee you: anyone following this formula has a recipe for success in his or her hand. I’m thinking of writing my own with this formula sometime.

This book has all of the elements of the above recipe. Its a must read for those with absolutely nothing on their hands to do. For others - well you’ve got your job, go do it.

Youth

Is this some kind of craze? I find too many people telling me they are being “youth”. Take this:

Me: “What were you doing there you? Generally dancing like a baboon with an insect up its ass?”

Her: “Ada thu, we were dancing to the music da. Naanga youtha irukkom la (Ain’t we so ‘youth’?)”

Usually I’ve seen only senile people wanting to show off that they are still young. People must have grown so old already that they find the irresistible urge to establish their youth. Thank God I ain’t one of them.

Even more strange, I see this more with the femmes trying to show off their ‘youth’ dancing and generally making a ruckus. Makes it look like a anachronistic mating ritual. Got your botoxes ready, Grammas?

PS: Yes, this website was named after this fad.

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