One Hour Crush

Location - Chrompet bus stop

Date - 9-Mar-2012

Time: Around 7 PM

                                                   

A tired boy was returning home from college hostel after a hectic week. He was waiting for the connecting bus (M52) for about 45 mins and was getting increasingly frustrated. That is when a gorgeous looking homely girl appeared. She was dressed in a glorious White Salwar. Our boy cant help but to sight her without her knowledge. She came and sat at the very section where the boy was waiting. Having stood all the while, our boy sits carefully at an angle from where he could glance the girl. His heart started beating fast. He hoped that she would board the same bus as he and the bus would be delayed for some more time. Suddenly the wait is no longer frustrating. Every minute he turns his head left and right - left to sight the girl and right to see whether bus is coming. The scene continued for another 15 mins. 

Every other bus except the one the boy was waiting for passed. The girl didn't board any of them which convinced the boy that she also waits for M52. Is it going to be a Meghna - Surya first meeting in Vaaranam Ayiram kind of  thing, the boy wondered. The boy started day dreaming for a while which was halted briefly when the girl started running towards a bus. But the bus which came was a extension service of M52 which goes elsewhere. So she stopped and our boy was relieved. The girl sat again. And the same left right movement of his head continued this time though with an increased frequency - once every 30 seconds. He was loving every movement of hers, especially the way she adjust that single lock of hair that pops in front of her which she tries to rest on her ear. She was attending a phone call. There was no BGM or bell ringing like in movies. But the boy's MP3 player randomly played Oru ooril Azhagae azhage from the movie Kakka Kakka. The song was very apt for the occasion.

  

After a hour M52 appeared on boy's view. Convinced that the girl would board the same bus, our boy runs and manages to find a seat. The bus was already crowded. The boys starts a 360 degree search to find the girl. He managed to find the white salwaar. Our girl was still talking on the phone. Another guy attending the phone in front seat waived his hand towards our girl. They both cut the call, pat each other and sit on the same seat. Our boy was shell shocked. No thunder sounds. The boy's MP3 player was playing 'Marudhaani' from Sakkarakatti. Though it was one of his favorite songs he was humming a different one - 'Kaadhal Seidhaal Paavam' from Mounam Pesiyadhae.

P.S: Inspired by a true story and no guesses for who our boy was ;) No reels only feels :)

The curious case of Fan following

The topic is straight forward. Its a dossier inside my heart for quite a while now. It started from the time the film 7 AM Arivu released when actor Surya's body posture was compared to a undressed chicken. What followed was intense war of words between fans of all popular stars glorifying their own. Gone are the days when it happened only at the time of new movie releases when Kamal and Rajni fans fought to tie their star's banners or do Milk Abhishegam. Its the age of photoshop and  facebook. It doesn't require great skills to replace the boy's face in complan carton with Surya signifying that he is a dwarf.

What these people forget is that the director has a wonderful script for him with a producer to back up. And he gives his heart out performing. So what if he is dwarf? I feel its a strong marketing strategy to throw dung on the other stars in social media to promote the films of their own. Negativity publicity about each other is the order of the day. The more you damage the other film the better for your own to do well at the box office.

Ah ok, if I publish this blog just with case of Surya being insulted, there will be other fans who might feel offended that their star was the one who got more offended and I am sympathetic to Surya, so I must be a Surya fan. I dont associate myself with any of them. I appreciate good movies and stop with that. And I was not impressed when Ajith's belly was compared with Vijay's good structure either. Stars are not God. Cinema takes the next dimension when actors appear like boy next door. Why is it that we always want our hero to look good and the girl that he bangs into while moving in train must be a gorgeous one like a Hansika, Anushka or Sameera? 

People are pointing fingers at each other  like a child, "telling the other group started it and we wont give in without a fight." As a regular user of social media one cant help but getting exposed to all these war of words which at time is so undiplomatic. After all movies are meant to entertain us and relieve our stress and negative emotions. Is that what really happening these days? We pay 90 bucks to watch the movie. Producers are trustees of our money. They collect our money and distribute to the parties involved in the movie who entertain us in return. It ends there. Where is the place for emotions beyond the screens?

Why is it that we expect our stars to jump into politics, do social service, fight injustice, etc? The fact that someone voices for a social cause or does something  good must by no means make us feel proud to associate with him.We can rather sponsor the education of a child than studying about a cine star distributing free notebooks and feeling good about him.Why are we giving them a larger than life image? Why is the fanfare blinding and tieing our senses? Its time we appreciate all good movies, enjoy our self and see stars as mortals and just another human being.Most importantly be responsible users of social media and not being a part or victim of this negative publicity.


There are 1001 things to worry about. Our stars are going to make money no matter what. Time is so precious. Why waste it in unnecessary gratification that leads us no where. What if Mr.A or Mr.B is numero uno in the industry. What mileage does that give us?

P.S: The views expressed are my personal and not meant to hurt anybody. I'm sorry if it does so. 

Arindhum Ariyamalum & My Grandpa

Writing this blog while I am watching the movie Arindhum Ariyamalum on TV. Good movie it is and I have seen it many times. It's a movie etched in my memory for wrong reasons though. It is best remembered for my troublesome childhood. During his last few years my Grand Father was mostly bedridden and he became a regular viewer of some of the dumbest TV serials (which I thought to be dumb and he didn't). One fine day this movie happened to be the Week End evening movie on Sun TV. I liked the songs very much and couldn't wait to watch the movie on TV. The movie started and my grandpa too watched along with me. I was totally gripped with the movie when to my surprise Grandpa asked me to swap channel during climax to DD to watch Chitti (Yes the very Chitti which was aired previously in Sun TV). I hesitated and he raised his voice in anger. I had to give up eventually and was angry with him for few weeks. These days when I watch the same movie I badly regret for the same. I realize I could have made him happy then. I never apologized to him for my bad behavior. I have realized my arrogance. I would love to tell him 'I'm sorry'. He is no more. He is a great man and realized his values and significance more in his absence than presence. I'm sorry thatha...