Girl in The Bus

"Palakkadil ninu Bangloreleku pokuna super deluxe bus standite valathu bagathu nirthiyirikunu ticket book cheythavar dayavayi busil kayarendathanu” (The bus going from Palakkad to Bangalore is parked in the left side of the bus stand, those who have booked the tickets are requested to board the bus)

All started running towards the moving bus; these stimulus-response reactions will never change even though you have your seats reserved. The bus stand was crowded as usual; Sunday night all the inter-state travelers and students moving out kept a dull face - all hate Mondays. I was expecting some good looking girls in the bus. But KeralaSRTC buses are a dry place, I bet you it’s hard to find eye candy in this crap bus. Airavat and Kallada buses are really blessed in this respect.

As usual some gentlemen and women were late. I saw a somewhat ok girl coming near the bus; even cactus looks beautiful in a desert. She was accompanied by her dad and mom all speaking in a tamil-english-malayalam mixed accent. Her seat was just behind the driver’s seat and I was sitting behind her. He rapidly scanned the seats and the seat numbers, and then started shouting at the checker, (he saw some guy sitting next to her seat number)

Why don’t you have separate seats for ladies; seats should be reserved for ladies in online reservations, how I will send a girl alone in a bus with some guy sitting next to her. Its not safe and blah blah blah…………………….

I respect the care, social awareness, love, protective mentality of a dad. Seeing all of us molesters and the frequent usage of “I don’t mean you all” made all the passengers uneasy. Finally, another girl with a cute and innocent face stepped in. She was more than ok, a new oasis in the desert. The gentlemen sitting next to lady got up and gave the seat to the lady. WOW to the beautiful reflection in the glass opposite to me!!!!

The bus started moving and the girl’s dad and mom started following the bus till Chandranagar (I hope he stays there, thought I at the time), waving hands risking life and traffic rules. What a love, awesome ………. The moment the car moved to the pocket road the guy who was sitting in the seat next to cactus girl came with some other guy,

Mr: We both (cactus) booked the tickets together; can I take her to the last seat, this guy (pointing to the new gay) will sit next to you.

Oasis: hmm…….

New Guy: I am not imposing, it isn’t any of my business.

Cactus: (very humbly) Please………………

Every one's face “What the f**k” reaction. I was more than sad as I had only one reflection on the mirror.

The New Guy had a big bandage (seemed like some fracture case) on his hand, still the new girl was so scared to press the semi-sleeper button, and she stayed sitting upright all the way till Madiwala Ayyappa Temple. I was the lucky one: I had enough space to stretch out my legs as she didn’t pull back the seat.

If only the dad had seen all this...

Image Courtesy: © malvenko.net

Lali Rest In Peace

Girl With Two Faces: Nat Geo channel’s show about birth of a baby.

Camera starts: March 2008, birth of baby with rather unusual features which doctors named as craniofacial duplication, the baby was born with two faces, two pair of nose, two pair of eyes, two pair of lips and one pair of ears. The Nat Geo story was about how oddly birth and death are seen in a nation where majority of people’s lives in superstitions. The baby was born with good health in a “lower caste” (as termed by NGC) family, the mom and baby were healthy after birth, in-fact the baby weighed 4.5 Kg’s.

Near by villager’s starts flooding there to see the new infant, the baby was called as incarnation of Lakshmi and Ganesha. Peoples start offering fruits and flowers and money in front of the new born. The parents were even perplexed, they can’t even think of it’s a curse or a boon. They can’t decide on what next.

The camera rolls on; a doctor from Bangalore, Ashley Cruz comes in screen for studying the conditions of the baby. The doctor entreats for giving the child medical help. The health of the baby goes worse, the childish beauty starts fading, she losses weight and high dehydration losses the softness of baby, she turns like a weak skeleton. The show project inabilities of parents what to decide. They call village head and some elder men to decide on whether to give medial aid; all stuck up with the traditional ways of solving issues. Dr Cruz had doubts about anatomy of the child; he fears that the one of the mouth is leading to stomach and other leads to lungs. Flow of solid or liquid food may result in serious lung infections; his arguments don’t make any impact on parents. Even though scared about Lali’s health they can’t decided on things fearing the anarchies of family and community.

Finally, after declining all medical aid at the need time the baby gets admitted. It was too late to help the baby; the baby dies of pneumonia and blood poisoning. Lali turned out to be a victim of poverty, caste separation, anarchy, superstitions and inabilities of a community to put faith in science. The show ends with a comment from Dr. Cruz “it’s a precious life lost.”

The baby was given a eventful burial, the most eventful ceremony the villagers ever saw. After six months they build a temple for Lali, peoples are worshiping poverty, apathies, ignorance, anarchies and inabilities.

The biggest irony is that after a week, I read from Obama full text speech

“Washington has been telling us to wait for decades, even as the problems have grown worse. Meanwhile, China’s not waiting to revamp its economy. Germany’s not waiting. India’s not waiting, These nations aren’t standing still. These nations aren’t playing for second place. They’re putting more emphasis on maths and science. They’re rebuilding their infrastructure.”

Is India putting more “emphasis on maths and science” ?

Ayirathil Oruvan ‘A’

Ayirathil Oruvan ‘A’

Bloodshed, painful violence, barbarism, forgotten kingdom, history, magical powers, war, harmony, love, betrayal, trust, rare instincts, deserts, venomous creatures, traps and unacceptable sexual visuals, horrifying rapes above all so-called adventure i.e. what maverick Selvaragavan visual render ‘Ayirathil Oruvan’ was, an Indian Indiana Jones. Screen moves like a pendulum to and fro 12^th century to 21^st century. The main theme inscribed is the rivalry between the Cholas and Pandyas.

Movie starts with a sort of play in a village background where a Chola king before going for a battle leaves his son in the hands of a priest and advising them to escape somewhere and not to return till he call them back, in form of an thoodan(messenger). Chola-Pandya rivalry, the rivalry between the Shiva and Vishnava’s has lots of untold folds in history. AD 1297, this year marks the end of Chola dynasty the Chola prince and his followers flew with their life with a statue of worship of Pandya’s to an unknown island in Vietnam. Pandya’s for generations fought to bring their god back, Cholas on their way to the forgotten kingdom laid lots of traps to prevent Pandyas to enter their hides. Karthik (a collie) and Reema Sen (a team manager) leads the movie.

The baseline is about an archaeologist team moving to a dreamy land of a forgotten kingdom. The movie is highly action packed, adventurous, reminding good old cowboy movies, thresher hunts, with Gladiator, Narnia sort of war techniques, formation of coliseum’s war grounds, great mural painting, high co-relations and terrific deadly visuals, breath-taking twist and turns and all masala. Beware it not a family movie.

Ayirathil Oruvan is a visual treat, the first half of the movie is featured by bright colors good graphics and alien human tribes. As far as I have seen Anurag Kashyab, Dev-D had only brought up such bright display in Indian Silver Screens. As Dante pictured hell in 9 brutal rings, the movie depicts seven traps to reach the forgotten kingdom. The first part is a journey through ocean, rain forest, mountains and deserts. More of a Mexican cowboy adventure as in Good Bad or Ugly or in McKennas Gold, the deserts seemed true as McKennas Gold. The traps set are very brilliant. Lots of brain is used to cut the production cost Chalakudy forests and Rajasthan deserts are brilliantly portrayed to get the fell of an imaginary Ming-Hu-A island of Vietnam, choice of deadly forest of Vietnam which made U.S soldiers down-head, once again proving the old Vietnam War theory “war is not won by size of armory”. Music is awesome, back ground scores are equally good. First half even though had some bloodshed was rendered excellently. Thumps up Selvaragavan.

Second half; justifies the ‘A’ certification of the movie. Bloodshed, overwhelm sexual gestures, gang rapes, disturbing screenplays, unknown version of Tamil language, slave’s, grimes of the a dark barbarian civilization in a ghostly, dark, shabby, muggy, muddy mountain space makes it a terrific dream visual. The best part of second half is Parthiban’s acting, good collection and great work of mural paintings to depict the history and to say Reema Sen betrayals. The worse thing that makes this part is the climax war sense is unjustifiable (just filmy). The second part is all about revenge, as Reema Sen moves to an antagonist. The dressings, make-up of slaves, sound of battle, visual effect all makes second half moving.

Acting:

Karthik: Lewd dialogs, good body language, a typical Paruthiveran arrogance, good facial expressions, totally great work.

Reema Sen: Proved to be action heroin, seductive, good antagonist appeal.

Parthiban: As usual flows through the mind and body of the character. Good comeback after a long time.

Message “So called Barbarians are civilized than the modern men”

Born for others

The heart of India’s financial capital holds the largest slum of the sub-continent and the continent, Dharavi. Now a universal brand name for all the slums it is the most densely populated environ in the world being a house for more than one million people. Mumbai, the place where the urbanization made people hard to find a living space and enjoys a top position for highest rentals in the planet, holds Dharavi that provides accommodation for the less privileged class for as cheap as 185 Rs per month and makes out an annual turn over of about $650 from its inhabitance. Pottery, leather industry, soap factories, plastic manufacturing units, all sorts of recycling units, and innumerous small scale industries make people run their lives here. These vicinities were fishermen colonies and their roots are now traced out.


These slum where portrayed in many movies and most of the non Mumbai-vallas remember these slums recollecting their heroes of these movies. My propagandistic images of heroes in slums have changed as I read an article in The Week, ‘Born for others’, it was not about the dull shaded tea stall fights, or a scruffy old building fight sequel or not a story of a underworld don or a climax set made by RGV, it was true stories of men and women made of flesh and blood. The pictures that I saw through Google images were not as good as I have thought off, I admit Danny Boyle got a lot of it. Narrow streets, creeks fill with all disposals from recycle plants, human wastes, smelly air, plastics, rows and columns of asbestos making up an aerial view of small houses, cement laid floors, clay, toil and dull half thrown plywood sheets forming walls, all seemed like an thickly crowded sand homes of ant or bees.

“Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile”, I believe in “It’s your life u live it, do something of it for others”. One’s luxury is the basic need for other. Still three times food a day is a luxury for a lot. Poverty, child labor, child sex abuse, illiteracy, gender discriminations all is not alien to any Indian community and are as clear as nose in our face. Our nation has jumped out from many gray areas; she enjoys a credit of faster developing nation. There are lots of things that we can vow to the society, just when we walk to any eatery we move by many dreary faces, a sense of apathy makes us fell why should I turn? I go blind something like night blindness, a sort of poor blindness. All can act as a one man NGO, well constrained to their limits. Selective Alzheimer’s and selective blindness is something that holds up back for long times, we all are blessed to forget the dull faces that we move by. Truly speaking just seeing leprosies I don’t want to be a Amte, I can help a true Amte by all means, I can help for a one time food, I can help him for a cloth of mine, I can help him for a need of his, I can help him out of all selfishness in me. I would like to remember these men and women, some idles of adore.


Mohammad Yaqub Mansuri, who is blind but could see the needs of less fortunate people for 20 years, the qawwali singer begged on the streets and donated the money for the marriage of 78 Hindu and Muslim girls. Aarti Naik teaches girls in a Mumbai slum to speak up for themselves. An 80-year-old retired railway employee in Bihars Samastipur has set aside his life and pension for cremating unclaimed bodies, even as people around him have little time to spare for even the living. Gauri Shanker Rajak, the poor mans reporter, brings out a handwritten weekly newspaper, Din Dalit, to highlight problems of poor people. A washerman, he himself remains poor. And as the government does nothing about child sexual abuse, Shubhangi Shinde, all of 18, educates parents of other children on the issue.

All we can is a bit of help.

“God gives nuts he dose not crack them”

It happened this way with me

B’lore, 5.30 am, I am neither a rooster nor an owl; I go to bed fast and ‘sun rises in the east/west’ its still an axiom, I never care, all I knew it was too early for me. Why so early, it’s not my error “Electronic City……. Electronic City” the one- man-show man who acted as checker, a cleaner and the driver of my bus which drove me to the sunny valley screeched. Oh I am here about to join my first job in this city, I saw some thing like a pyramid, some hyperbola sort of parabola structures merged concrete pieces , back of my mind so bisection, truss structures all flashed as a sinister taking back to the geometry and mechanical class. IT block are clumsy.

30th March 2008: Induction for my first job, “welcome all” the training team head called us, “Jet Set Goooo…..” all I wanted to here was that, made a small group of friend all of the same gender:-( stared a merry round around my campus. El-Dorado, my mind was screaming like a European adventurer near the Ecuador’s Lake Guatavita. My campus was huge, cafeteria’s had a mouth watering menu, nice chicks round me, amphitheaters what else u need for a visual treat.

1st April 2008: auspicious day to start your training “FOOL’s day”, My C tutor has already stated the class.
Slide 1: Programming Paradigms
Structure programming and OOPS concepts
Opps It didn’t take a good amount of time rather it took hardly 3 min to say I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. All my college days I hardly studied that ‘bits of paper make an answer paper’, and ’40 is your pass mark’. My grade was the worse-st as per my bench-marking, I never imposed non-superlative over itself. It took less time to study that ‘all are mathematics’ ellam kanakanu (in Malayalam).

4th may 2009: ‘Indira Nagar’ Crain’s Training center, some thing was vibrating in my pants pocket, a text message “Rs.XXXXX got credited to your 10 digit account number”. I came to my electronic city campus that evening to take money from ATM all was set like a Tamil movie; it’s a sort of tradition in movies to have music and dance in auspicious occasions; it was a DJ Night. 24th I declared recession, beware every money spend there is a month.

Indian Ocean, Kalipatar to Bella center

8.00 am my Big10 (a new BMTC bus) was fixed up b/w Bosch and the Forum mall it’s a normal stop for the bus at the Koramangala Traffic signal, in fact the bus stopped in twice the no: of stops communicated by Bruhat Bengaluru Mahanagara Palike to the BMTC when traffic gears up. I am used to the Bengaluru for almost two years now. December morn climate was not that chilly that one expects here. Nearly two kilometers on my way to this jammed place I saw some pleasant scene of cutting trees, my concerns about geared traffic is about to end as they increases the size of the road. We are changing the face of Bangalore it’s a new city now, my friends who stayed here for two decade says it’s a new Bangalore it’s an alien city. Climate, air, water all changed. Fortunately all got a justification for this “Global Warming”. It’s not just greenhouses gases like co2 and all its more to do with commons plastic usages, cutting trees and all accounts for this.

Indian Ocean bed and the Kalipatar are geographically distinct. Maldives a garland of beautiful islands and Nepal where in news as their cabinet meet at rather unusual venues. Maldives the lowest country in the world. Imagine an island that floats in Indian Ocean about 1.5 meters from sea level and highest place for this island is the lowest highest point in the planet, just 2.3 m!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This island was hugely hit by 04 tsunami, even the maps were planned to redraw. To raise their voice against Global warming the Maldives cabinet held a meeting and signed a document lighting the concerns about the small island safety in concern with the raising sea level, the venue was a strange one, bed of the Indian Ocean. Kalipatar, a plateau placed at 5200m one of the highest ranges of Everest was the venue for the Nepal assembly. Voice against global warming has started flowing below sea and above the sky; we all vow for a noble deal raise your voice.

The Copenhagen Bella center is all set to start the climate conference for 2009, where world leaders will debate the existence of this planet. Unlike the Kyoto protocols of 97 this would be success with world counties including US (who didn’t signed the protocol for reducing the emission of gases) has come with their participation having its President as the representative of the nation. The world demands high negotiations especially from the growing economies such as India, manufacturing monopolies such as China to cross check their industrial growth, reductions of gas emission etc. At end of the day all that the planet demands is a peaceful existence.

Blog voyage

Why bloging?

Episode 1:

Alt tab…………alt tab……… that’s the only thing I do after a catnap, in my post-lunch session. I got dumbstruck as my screen flashed “Obama wins Nobel Peace Prize”. Last few days debates where going round my bay as Nobel awards being announced one by one each day after the other.

But why? My colleague cried out with out making sure that his headphones were not off from his head, all turned to him. At last I digested this with a logic, Alfred Noble, who invented TNT a sort of first explosive and along with his father Immanuel Nobel who made great innovations in navel mines at Crimean war had great crush for weapons and its related innovations. They would be happy to make the point that the president of a nation having the greatest on house store of armory is truly deserved to get a Nobel price.

That night I discussed this with my roomie, he found this logic rather funny and made a post in twitter; the post received various comments including a comment telling “Alfred Nobel invented dynamite not TNT”. But the point I try to make is web2.0 is a rather serious medium for sharing thoughts.

I praise Nobel committee and Obama for the comments:

The Norwegian Nobel Committee praised Obama for "his extraordinary efforts to strengthen international diplomacy and cooperation between peoples," citing his fledgling push for nuclear disarmament and his outreach to the Muslim world.

Describing himself as surprised and deeply humbled, Obama said he would accept the award as a "call to action”,” I do not view it as a recognition of my own accomplishments but rather an affirmation of American leadership on behalf of aspirations held by people in all nations,"

Episode 2:

Twitter must be very thankful for Shashi Tharoor, congress spokesmen and the Indian media for these “cattle class issues”. It did a great marketing for twitter and its reach was up to the most common man of the society.

On his page on Twitter, Tharoor was asked: “Tell us minister, next time you travel to Kerala, will it be cattle class?”

His reply: “Absolutely, in cattle class out of solidarity with all our holy cows.”

Do any one fell bad in the way question was answered I don’t smell anything fishy.

These incidents made me feel the presence of social networking, not to make it late I joined as a part of it.

I bear a label “Highly inflammable subjected to motivation” I hope if my sprit of motivation flames off quickly, then jiffy world will end.