கவிதையா என்ன??? - 4

முதியோர் இல்லம்...
ஈரைந்து மாதங்கள்
என்னையே இருப்பிடமாகக் கொடுத்ததற்கு,
இருபத்தியேழு வருடங்கள்
கழித்துக்  கிடைத்த அன்பளிப்பு.

   

அங்காடித் தெரு

i must have posted this loooooooooong before...

The second outing with meena akka and co was to this movie @udhayam...

This movie portrays the lives of salespersons in a novel way.

Jothilingam, the protagonist, lands up as a salesperson in a store due to the tragic death of his father, with his friend, Paandi. There, he meets the other protagonist, Kani, indulges in some tussles with her, and falls in love. Tragic end of another love story in the store leaves Jothi confused whether to part with Kani. They reunite and the people at the stores get them beaten up for falling in love and they are sent out. A great tragedy then happens, which proves an acid test for the hero's love. He passes it making our eyes and hearts moist proving his true love.

There are umpteen number of good things about the movie. Topping them all is the director's bold venture of filming a down to earth story having un-greased and real faces on screen with micro amounts of melodrama here and there.  He has to be lauded for showcasing something which has not been filmed or spoken of before.

The acting of the lead pair is a must mention positive aspect of the movie. The former love stories of the protagonists make us giggle. The heroine, previously seen in a couple of films, just steals our hearts with her portrayal. The hero's performance does not look like a newcomer's. Paandi, as the hero's friend provides the comic touch. Sneha adds glitz to the film with her guest appearance.  The songs, "kadhaigalai pesum vizhiyaruge" and "aval appadi ondrum azhagillai" are beautiful renditions.

The director also portrays some peculiar, not seen before characters like a wastrel who takes ownership of an abandoned public toilet, a prostitute turned housewife who feels good for having given birth to a differently abled baby, a crook who sells used T-shirts for Rs.10/-, a blind hanky seller etc., The man who dies of verrucosa, a disease which affects persons standing for a long time, evokes pity. The way the girls and boys working in the store are treated makes us ponder whether such things would really happen anywhere. Even basic human rights like using the rest room are violated. The supervisor abuses them and treats them like slaves. He beats or harrasses them sexually when they get caught for any mistake. The scene in which the supervisor holds Kani by her hair and calls her foul names, is really very disturbing.

The accident scenes are very gory. And, the picturization of the duet, "un paerai sollum bodhe" is not convincing. How can any jodi be dancing with colorful costumes when they are locked in their workplace at night? It only plays spoilsport with the pace and the reality of the story.

On the whole, the film made us watch lives which we would have never even thought of. We live in a society in which even pet animals are loved so much but fellow humans are exploited.

But, the film ended in a positive note, making us feel happy for Jothi and Kani.

Hats off to the team.

கவிதையா என்ன??? - III

பொறாமை 
ஆறறிவுப் பிறவி நான் -
வகுப்பறைக்குள் கைகள் கட்டியபடி...
ஐந்தறிவு குரங்குகளோ
மரங்களில் சுதந்திரமாகத் தாவியபடி...

கவிதையா என்ன??? - பாகம் 2

* எல்லாப் பள்ளிகளும் கற்பிக்கும் ஒரே கைத்தொழில்
- மூட்டை தூக்குதல்...

*  பணத்தையும் பொருளையும்
வியாபாரியே கொடுக்கும்
விந்தையான வியாபாரம் - திருமணம்...

கவிதையா என்ன???

மருத்துவமனையில் அனுமதிக்கப் பட்டிருந்த பொழுது தோன்றிய  சிந்தனைகள் இவை... இவற்றை "கவிதைகள் " என்று பெயரிட்டு கவிதைகளை சிறுமை படுத்த விரும்பவில்லை:-D
அவை, தங்கள் பார்வைக்கு...

*தானே முன்வந்து குடிநீரை மந்திரித்துக் கொடுத்த "uncle"...
சிறு வயதில் நான் தாடியை பிடித்து இழுத்தாலும், சிரித்து கொஞ்சும்
"பாய் தாத்தா"வை ஏன் நினைவு படுத்தினார் என தெரியவில்லை...


*மருத்துவமனை வாசம் முடிந்தது...
"எப்ப கண்ணு காலேஜ் போற?" - இது தந்தை...
"உடம்ப நல்ல தேத்திட்டு காலேஜ் பத்தி யோசி டி" - இதுதான் தாய்...


*நெற்றியில் சாய் பாபா திருநீர்...
புட்டியில் சாயுபு மந்திரித்த குடிநீர்...
தெய்வத்திற்கு  தான் எவ்வளவு பரிவு?



* 22 வயதானாலும்,
முதுகலை படித்தாலும்,
சென்னையில் வசித்தாலும்,
வாகனங்கள் அற்ற சாலையை கடக்கக் கூட ஓடும் போது தெரிந்தது...
எனக்குள் இன்னும் இருப்பது கிராமத்து சிறுமி தானென்று...


*விழிகள் மட்டுமே தீண்டிக் கொள்ளும்
கிராமத்து காதல்களைக் கண்டவளுக்கு,
பொது இடங்களில் கூட அணைத்தவாறே செல்லும்
சென்னைக் காதல்,
அந்நியம்தான்...

malarial dayz :-(

my goodness...

27th march to 7th april... malaria episode - II... hellish dayz... 

i would like to thank all the good souls who helped me go to trichy and took good care of me, esp suresh anna and shobi... 

i  was admitted in the hospital for more than a week at trichy...

just imagine... no sleepin, no msgin, no chattin, no buzzin etc etc. but only vomitin, cryin, nd starin d ceiling...

my aunt stayed wid me at the hospital and took gooooood care of me... my mom, dad, granny nd grampa would visit me everyday with loads of advices on how to take care of my health...

the tablet for malaria, chloroquine evokes vomiting... i need to eat some solid food to take tablets... but cant eat due to the former reason... feelin like laughin now wen i remember me running to the bathroom to vomit after every meal... the whole ward would look at me with pity...

though i was feelin very uncomfortable stayin in the ward, had some pleasant experiences too... 

a muslim granny was in the bed next to me... her son saw me running to vomit and his heart melted... he voluntarily got a bottle of water from my aunt and prayed with it, chanting some verses... he asked me to drink it as it had been blessed by god... was really moved on his benevolent gesture... in these days of religious intolerance, we do have such noble hearts...

a doctor would visit the ward everyday... one day, she asked me "குட்டிக்கு எப்படி இருக்கு இப்போ???", thinking that im a school-goer and was surprised to know tat im a pg student... she used to be strict yet kind... I went to the hospital a few days after my stay at the ward for a check up and she had come in front... but, me, an idiotic person, did not notice her in spite of her smiling at me... tis too, i came to know from my mom who was coming behind me... 

i donno y i do this often... physically present, but mentally roamin elsewhere... really feelin bad about it... gotta visit her sometime later and thank her...

nd gotta thank the most important person, GOD, the almighty, who had blessed me... there weren't many classes due to the department symposium  and the submission of all the assignments got postponed... i thank beulah for helping me contact the teachers during my absence... the teachers were also kind enough to permit me to handle seminars and submit assignments a bit later... they ll be in my prayers...

nd last, but not the least, used to get some random thoughts during my stay at the ward and jotted them down... though i cant call them poems, relived the days where i used to get prizes for penning some poems during schooldays...

ll share that too wid you....:-D