When i decided to start bloggin i made it a point not to stroll around Politics,Sports and Cinemas. I know there is NDTV.COM, CRICINFO & INDIAGLITZ to help people around. But on the apex of last weeks devlopment i had no option but to break my stupid stubborness.
In a land where the dictionaries translate the word - Sports to Cricket, it was quite a satisfied scene to see a News Channel Flashing the Indian Hockey Team's inablity to make it to the Beijieng Olympics. Just as Me & my bro were discussing on the shameful loss to the Great Britain in Santiago. We were shocked but not suprised as this was on cards.
This is been India's perform in the last 6 Olmpics (Courtesy NDTV)
Year Olympic Venue India's Rank
1984 Los Angeles 5th
1988 Seoul 6th
1992 Barcelona 7th
1996 Atlanta 9th
2000 Sydney 7th
2004 Athens 7th
I always liked Indian Hockey right from the Pillai's days. i still rememeber as a 10 year pld i awed at Pillays Swift and deligence. His impeccable long drives and his crafty steels. SAF games 1995 India claiming gold beating the Arch-rivals Pakistan etched permanently in my heart. The Junior world Cup victory in Sydney saw the brilliance of Jugraj Singh a Stupendous drag-Flicker climb the ladder before a freak accident giving a jolt to what promised to be a brilliant talent . I was in Mysore when my brother called me to share the real excitment of India winning the Asia Cup in Chennai last year. i thought may be the Chake-de theme was actually working in re inventing Indian Hockey's past Glory, but as they say it ws too early to conclude.
I know this was more a matter of pride and pain rather than a topic to be scribbled in a blog. but someone has to do something about this somewhwere !!!
The National Coach decided to put his papers down calling the administrators of the game in India as bruteless dictators. I still wonder why Ric Charlesworth-The Australian Hockey Legend-Technical Advisor to the IHF was not given the ticket to Santiago. His inputs have been as valuable as The Teachings of Krishna to Arjuna in Mahabharath.
Right from the Common Man to a 2 time Olympian every one knows the system needs a revamp. Even if KPS GILL Suicides i wouldnt be satidfied. Along with the Jothikumaran the two has run the IHF more as their own play ground rather a Governing Body of a Country's National Game. Such was the attrocity of Gill that during the first 10 years of KPS Gill's tenure as IHF head over 150 players and more than 15 coaches were replaced, giving the national team little sense of stability. May be Hayden's remark would have been more apt on KPS GILL, "He is the same Ol' Obnoxious weed he was 10 Years ago"
Please do it for the a geniune hockey fan, get that Old fanatic out of the office. Its high time the Indian Goverment reacts to something. If this is the state i wouldnt be suprised if India never plays in Olympics.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Yallooo !
Oops i never knew time runs this fast its almost gonna be an year since i actually wrote something. Anyways "Argots" is back with all freash look [suggest me a better template guys :(]
... I have been thinkin for quite sometime now to re-vamp the blog, but all those memorable days in mysore could only get etched in my dreams...
On the return am not commiting to write one but am jus throwing up some of the blogs that actually made me sit & say WOW !!! jus pass on ur verses on hw nice they were i solely confirm u that it would reach the right pair of ears.
The blogs under no specific ranking
******** UNO********
This one comes from Deepa gosh she gives u this this absolutelly Chweet blogs for you to read. its nothing giant abt her language nor the words she used. Its a trivial marriage function and how this Iyer Maami goes about enjoying.. Here is Deepa & Comedy Kalyanam for U !
....We have all grown up reading/watching 'Washington il Thirumanam'. And here, I present Beachaangarai il Thirumanam'...Yesterday, a second cousin of mine got married. And the wedding was held in a beach resort. Yes, you read it right, it was a beach resort with a pool, landscaped gardens, lawns, a thatched roof in the midst, the sea lashing a few meters away... Yes, scenic indeed! But, there was one minor flaw- Varuna Bhagawan chose to bless the couple too. Rain just poured down with all its might, the small thatched roof acted as the wedding pandal- it was full of homa fumes inside and just outside,it was raining haaaaaaard! The tent-like shamianas around the 'pandal' offered little protection and the guests, especially the ladies adorned in their best saris were looking like chickens caught in a drizzle. Straight-from-the-salon hair started bunching up in the rain. Yours truly was smart enough to get a seat that looked dry but as minutes passed by, drops of cold rain started falling through the shamiana and every drop caused a shiver down my spine!! It felt like ice flakes were falling all over my back and the nape of my neck. I covered my head with the sari even though people gave me funny glances, only to find themselves doing the same in a few minutes! The oonjal ceremony was held when the rain had reduced to a bearable drizzle. The maangalya dharanam ceremony was even more hilarious- the bride, after changing into madisaar came to the 'pandal' with an umbrella held atop!!! And people were wondering if she were going on a kasi yatra instead of the groom!!! Most of the crowd hit on the dining hall because that was the only place that a non-leaky roof overhead. Soon enough, the dining hall had become full too. I demanded for the Kasi yatra umbrella but luckily the rain had subsided by then. The reception was to be held in the open lawns. I wished them luck and started before the next downpour ;)
Super-la !!!!
http://deepa-methinks.blogspot.com/2007/12/comedy-kalyaanam.html
*********DUO********
This one comes from one of the Pakistani bloggers. Being an Indian i would read this blog a 10000times. Its neither political nor geographical nothing to do with cultural difference. its a humble call from a common man for Democracy.
For a moment forget about our stealing Politicians and shaming poverty and read the blog
...The two Ambani brothers can buy 100 percent of every company listed on the Karachi Stock Exchange (KSE) and would still be left with $30 billion to spare. The four richest Indians can buy up all goods and services produced over a year by 169 million Pakistanis and still be left with $60 billion to spare. The four richest Indians are now richer than the forty richest Chinese. In November, Bombay Stock Exchange's benchmark Sensex flirted with 20,000 points. As a consequence, Mukesh Ambani's Reliance Industries became a $100 billion company (the entire KSE is capitalized at $65 billion). Mukesh owns 48 percent of Reliance. In November, comes Neeta's birthday. Neeta turned forty-four three weeks ago. Look what she got from her husband as her birthday present: A sixty-million dollar jet with a custom fitted master bedroom, bathroom with mood lighting, a sky bar, entertainment cabins, satellite television, wireless communication and a separate cabin with game consoles. Neeta is Mukesh Ambani's wife, and Mukesh is not India's richest but the second richest. Mukesh is now building his new home, Residence Antillia (after a mythical, phantom island somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean). At a cost of $1 billion this would be the most expensive home on the face of the planet. At 173 meters tall Mukesh's new family residence, for a family of six, will be the equivalent of a 60-storeyed building. The first six floors are reserved for parking. The seventh floor is for car servicing and maintenance. The eighth floor houses a mini-theatre. Then there's a health club, a gym and a swimming pool. Two floors are reserved for Ambani family's guests. Four floors above the guest floors are family floors all with a superb view of the Arabian Sea. On top of everything are three helipads. A staff of 600 is expected to care for the family and their family home. In 2004, India became the 3rd most attractive foreign direct investment destination. Pakistan wasn't even in the top 25 countries. In 2004, the United Nations, the representative body of 192 sovereign member states, had requested the Election Commission of India to assist the UN in the holding elections in Al Jumhuriyah al Iraqiyah and Dowlat-e Eslami-ye Afghanestan. Why the Election Commission of India and not the Election Commission of Pakistan? After all, Islamabad is closer to Kabul than Delhi. Imagine, 12 percent of all American scientists are of Indian origin; 38 percent of doctors in America are Indian; 36 percent of NASA scientists are Indians; 34 percent of Microsoft employees are Indians; and 28 percent of IBM employees are Indians. For the record: Sabeer Bhatia created and founded Hotmail. Sun Microsystems was founded by Vinod Khosla. The Intel Pentium processor, that runs 90 percent of all computers, was fathered by Vinod Dham. Rajiv Gupta co-invented Hewlett Packard's E-speak project. Four out of ten Silicon Valley start-ups are run by Indians. Bollywood produces 800 movies per year and six Indian ladies have won Miss Universe/Miss World titles over the past 10 years. For the record: Azim Premji, the richest Muslim entrepreneur on the face of the planet, was born in Bombay and now lives in Bangalore.India now has more than three dozen billionaires; Pakistan has none (not a single dollar billionaire). The other amazing aspect is the rapid pace at which India is creating wealth. In 2002, Dhirubhai Ambani, Mukesh and Anil Ambani's father, left his two sons a fortune worth $2.8 billion. In 2007, their combined wealth stood at $94 billion. On 29 October 2007, as a result of the stock market rally and the appreciation of the Indian rupee, Mukesh became the richest person in the world, with net worth climbing to US$63.2 billion (Bill Gates, the richest American, stands at around $56 billion). Indians and Pakistanis have the same Y-chromosome haplogroup. We have the same genetic sequence and the same genetic marker (namely: M124). We have the same DNA molecule, the same DNA sequence. Our culture, our traditions and our cuisine are all the same. We watch the same movies and sing the same songs. What is it that Indians have and we don't?
"Indians elect their leaders. "
Take a bow yung mann Take a Bow !!!
http://micropakistan.org/blog/2008/01/08/of-the-same-genetic-sequence-yet/
******Munnu*******
Gosh i know its gettin better i also wanna give u some food for thought. have you ever wondered your passion for writting can actually earn you a few penny as well... this young mann knows how to do it and the Pay Pal Check Snap in his blog has defn sent some Ohhssss around... Here is how Ramanujam and his Blog have become really reaaly Posh :)
This is Ramanujam making the Headlines
...Today i made it to the front page of the “The New Indian Express” and thanks a lot to Ranjitha Gunasekaran for the amazing article. The story was on how Chennai college students make money out of blogging and how i made 500 USD from my blog in the past 30 days. Here is a snap shot of the front page from the e-paper and you can take a look at the online version in the New Indian Express Website
How do I make money???
Most of the money which i made from this blog is by writing sponsored content from PAYPERPOST(i.e) if an advertiser wants to create buzz about his product/software/website he requests for reviews from bloggers.What he gains is traffic and back links which gives him a good search engine optimization and in turn bloggers like me get paid for providing the content.
Can I also do it?
Yes, of course. If you have a blog and if it satisfies the conditions prescribed by the advertiser you can join the race. But beware if you write too much your blog will get spammed(Like mine;) and you may lose your regular readers.
What is the solution?
There are a lot of services from which you can get offers. Subscribe to all those and select the opportunity which will best suit the content on your blog. For instance you can very write a review about an Anti spyware software if you have a tech blog and it will definitely do some value addition. On the other hand it will be very lame to write about a credit card or a drug rehab service. Selecting the opportunity is the key.
Some of the Get Paid for blogging services-PayPerPost-Sponsored Reviews-Blogitive-Smorty-Blogsvertise
Payments are generally made via paypal on a weekly or bi weekly or a monthly basis. It is also not viable to create a new blog for sponsored content. In my case i have shifted my personal blog to another platform which is the best i can do!
Any proof that you make money?
Here is one!!! Dont ask me put my paypal account screen shot!
Visit my blog http://ramanujam.net/[Free from all marketing!]
If you have any queries or if you want to know how to tweak your blog and make it eligible for writing sponsored posts feel free to bug me.
YM: ranuromeoSkype: ranuromeoGtalk: mail.ramanujam
Kudos Ramunaja !!!
P.S - for all those Snap proofs he mentioned visit his blog. For an Info these bunch o guys meet in my coll Symposium and kept proving they had something in them to make it to the top. Keep the Super Dooper work goin dude !!!!
http://ramanujam.net/2007/06/11/on-the-front-page/
********LASTONE*******
This is was my Personnel favourite. I just loved every bit of the wording. It had this regional touch overflowing with such a beautiful language. It is one of those nice episodes where you can actually sneak in and Say "ÿa thts meee !!!" Lavanya Mohan & her Soo adorable Mom, here it is on a beautiful comedy flick -- The Generation-X
....F.R.I.E.D
Like the few other million people in this world, I too, watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S. And continue to watch reruns whenever I can. The time I used to see the show, Amma would brush it off as 'just another TV show' and never really bothered.
Couple of days back, when I was watching a re-run, I didn't really expect a change.
Big Mistake.
I was seeing the re-run most intently [The one with the male nanny] and my
mother plopped next to me.
"Ennadi paakara?" [What you watching?]
"Friends, ma"
"Idhu andha serial dhaane?" [It's that serial right?]
"Ya ma"
She watches for sometime and also sees me giggling at Ross' antics.
"Ennadi solraanga? Onnume purila. Avan yaaru?"[What are they saying? I don't get it. And who's that guy?]
"Ross, ma"
"Apo andha ponnu?"[Then who's the girl?]
"Rachel"
"Adhu avaaloda kozhandhaiya?"[Is that their baby?]
"Aama"[Ya]
"So Ross-um Rachel-um husband wife dhaane?"[So they are husband-wife right?]
"Illa ma"[No ma]
My mothers eyes go wide."Ennadi solra, ava rendu paerum orey apartment-la irukka, KOZHANDHA irukku, aana ava husban wife illaya?"[What are you saying? They are in the same apartment, they have a BABY, but they aren't husband-wife?]
My mouth turns dry. I try to explain it to her."Illa ma, live-in relationship maari vechukoyen."[No ma, it's like a live-in relationship]
"Apo ava rendu paerum othotharoda paduthundrukkaala?"[So they've slept with each other?]
I blink at her bluntness."Apdinnu vechukoyen"[Yeah I guess]
"Aama, andha rachel oda amma appakku theriyuma? Kozhandha paththi?"[Ok, do rachel's parents know about the baby?]
Clearly, all those Sun TV mega serials have left a deep impact on her.
"Haan, theriyum"[yea, they know]"Cha, ponna control panna therila, enna amma appa? Indha Americans-ey ipdidhaan, culture-ey illa!"[What, don't they know how to control their daughter? God!]
"Uh, sollamudiyaathu. Maybe they were ok with it"
"What ok? Love pannu, seri oththukalaam, aana kalyanam pannama kozhandha peththupaala? Andha Rachel thappichcha, If I were her mother, things would have been different.
"I swallow. And change the channel.
"Yaen channel-a maathara? Adha vei, nee enna paakarennu enakku theriyanum."[Why you changing the channel? Keep it, I want to see what you watch]
My mother continues to watch it and give her feedback, while I continue to swallow my own spit.
"Andha ponnu yaaru?"
"Phoebe ma"
"Ava andha payyanoda dhaana irundha? Yenna paeru...aan, Mike. Avan yen indha aal oda irukka ippo?"[Wasn't she with that guy, mike? Why is she with this guy now?]
"Illa ma, David avaloda ex-boyfriend"
"Pazhe boyfriend dhaana? Yen kiss adikara apdina?"[Ex boyfriend right? then why is she kissing him?]
"Innum pudichirko ennamo"[Maybe she still likes him]
"Chi chi, enna pombala ava."
"Ammaaa..."And it didn't stop.
She just went on. And on. And on. I do believe that it was the longest half hour of my life. And I ran out of saliva to swallow as well.
When the credits came on (finally), she left the living room saying something about how
"Pasanga indha maari programme paathu kettu kuttichavura pora".I made a mental note that day to watch the show on the computer from now.
Mothers.
Chii.. It gt Over !!!! Such a lovable draft and boy i sure jus loved it !!!
http://lavanyamohan.blogspot.com/2008/01/fried.html
Thats all for this edition folks !!! i would come up with something really spicy next up !
till then adieu !
... I have been thinkin for quite sometime now to re-vamp the blog, but all those memorable days in mysore could only get etched in my dreams...
On the return am not commiting to write one but am jus throwing up some of the blogs that actually made me sit & say WOW !!! jus pass on ur verses on hw nice they were i solely confirm u that it would reach the right pair of ears.
The blogs under no specific ranking
******** UNO********
This one comes from Deepa gosh she gives u this this absolutelly Chweet blogs for you to read. its nothing giant abt her language nor the words she used. Its a trivial marriage function and how this Iyer Maami goes about enjoying.. Here is Deepa & Comedy Kalyanam for U !
....We have all grown up reading/watching 'Washington il Thirumanam'. And here, I present Beachaangarai il Thirumanam'...Yesterday, a second cousin of mine got married. And the wedding was held in a beach resort. Yes, you read it right, it was a beach resort with a pool, landscaped gardens, lawns, a thatched roof in the midst, the sea lashing a few meters away... Yes, scenic indeed! But, there was one minor flaw- Varuna Bhagawan chose to bless the couple too. Rain just poured down with all its might, the small thatched roof acted as the wedding pandal- it was full of homa fumes inside and just outside,it was raining haaaaaaard! The tent-like shamianas around the 'pandal' offered little protection and the guests, especially the ladies adorned in their best saris were looking like chickens caught in a drizzle. Straight-from-the-salon hair started bunching up in the rain. Yours truly was smart enough to get a seat that looked dry but as minutes passed by, drops of cold rain started falling through the shamiana and every drop caused a shiver down my spine!! It felt like ice flakes were falling all over my back and the nape of my neck. I covered my head with the sari even though people gave me funny glances, only to find themselves doing the same in a few minutes! The oonjal ceremony was held when the rain had reduced to a bearable drizzle. The maangalya dharanam ceremony was even more hilarious- the bride, after changing into madisaar came to the 'pandal' with an umbrella held atop!!! And people were wondering if she were going on a kasi yatra instead of the groom!!! Most of the crowd hit on the dining hall because that was the only place that a non-leaky roof overhead. Soon enough, the dining hall had become full too. I demanded for the Kasi yatra umbrella but luckily the rain had subsided by then. The reception was to be held in the open lawns. I wished them luck and started before the next downpour ;)
Super-la !!!!
http://deepa-methinks.blogspot.com/2007/12/comedy-kalyaanam.html
*********DUO********
This one comes from one of the Pakistani bloggers. Being an Indian i would read this blog a 10000times. Its neither political nor geographical nothing to do with cultural difference. its a humble call from a common man for Democracy.
For a moment forget about our stealing Politicians and shaming poverty and read the blog
...The two Ambani brothers can buy 100 percent of every company listed on the Karachi Stock Exchange (KSE) and would still be left with $30 billion to spare. The four richest Indians can buy up all goods and services produced over a year by 169 million Pakistanis and still be left with $60 billion to spare. The four richest Indians are now richer than the forty richest Chinese. In November, Bombay Stock Exchange's benchmark Sensex flirted with 20,000 points. As a consequence, Mukesh Ambani's Reliance Industries became a $100 billion company (the entire KSE is capitalized at $65 billion). Mukesh owns 48 percent of Reliance. In November, comes Neeta's birthday. Neeta turned forty-four three weeks ago. Look what she got from her husband as her birthday present: A sixty-million dollar jet with a custom fitted master bedroom, bathroom with mood lighting, a sky bar, entertainment cabins, satellite television, wireless communication and a separate cabin with game consoles. Neeta is Mukesh Ambani's wife, and Mukesh is not India's richest but the second richest. Mukesh is now building his new home, Residence Antillia (after a mythical, phantom island somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean). At a cost of $1 billion this would be the most expensive home on the face of the planet. At 173 meters tall Mukesh's new family residence, for a family of six, will be the equivalent of a 60-storeyed building. The first six floors are reserved for parking. The seventh floor is for car servicing and maintenance. The eighth floor houses a mini-theatre. Then there's a health club, a gym and a swimming pool. Two floors are reserved for Ambani family's guests. Four floors above the guest floors are family floors all with a superb view of the Arabian Sea. On top of everything are three helipads. A staff of 600 is expected to care for the family and their family home. In 2004, India became the 3rd most attractive foreign direct investment destination. Pakistan wasn't even in the top 25 countries. In 2004, the United Nations, the representative body of 192 sovereign member states, had requested the Election Commission of India to assist the UN in the holding elections in Al Jumhuriyah al Iraqiyah and Dowlat-e Eslami-ye Afghanestan. Why the Election Commission of India and not the Election Commission of Pakistan? After all, Islamabad is closer to Kabul than Delhi. Imagine, 12 percent of all American scientists are of Indian origin; 38 percent of doctors in America are Indian; 36 percent of NASA scientists are Indians; 34 percent of Microsoft employees are Indians; and 28 percent of IBM employees are Indians. For the record: Sabeer Bhatia created and founded Hotmail. Sun Microsystems was founded by Vinod Khosla. The Intel Pentium processor, that runs 90 percent of all computers, was fathered by Vinod Dham. Rajiv Gupta co-invented Hewlett Packard's E-speak project. Four out of ten Silicon Valley start-ups are run by Indians. Bollywood produces 800 movies per year and six Indian ladies have won Miss Universe/Miss World titles over the past 10 years. For the record: Azim Premji, the richest Muslim entrepreneur on the face of the planet, was born in Bombay and now lives in Bangalore.India now has more than three dozen billionaires; Pakistan has none (not a single dollar billionaire). The other amazing aspect is the rapid pace at which India is creating wealth. In 2002, Dhirubhai Ambani, Mukesh and Anil Ambani's father, left his two sons a fortune worth $2.8 billion. In 2007, their combined wealth stood at $94 billion. On 29 October 2007, as a result of the stock market rally and the appreciation of the Indian rupee, Mukesh became the richest person in the world, with net worth climbing to US$63.2 billion (Bill Gates, the richest American, stands at around $56 billion). Indians and Pakistanis have the same Y-chromosome haplogroup. We have the same genetic sequence and the same genetic marker (namely: M124). We have the same DNA molecule, the same DNA sequence. Our culture, our traditions and our cuisine are all the same. We watch the same movies and sing the same songs. What is it that Indians have and we don't?
"Indians elect their leaders. "
Take a bow yung mann Take a Bow !!!
http://micropakistan.org/blog/2008/01/08/of-the-same-genetic-sequence-yet/
******Munnu*******
Gosh i know its gettin better i also wanna give u some food for thought. have you ever wondered your passion for writting can actually earn you a few penny as well... this young mann knows how to do it and the Pay Pal Check Snap in his blog has defn sent some Ohhssss around... Here is how Ramanujam and his Blog have become really reaaly Posh :)
This is Ramanujam making the Headlines
...Today i made it to the front page of the “The New Indian Express” and thanks a lot to Ranjitha Gunasekaran for the amazing article. The story was on how Chennai college students make money out of blogging and how i made 500 USD from my blog in the past 30 days. Here is a snap shot of the front page from the e-paper and you can take a look at the online version in the New Indian Express Website
How do I make money???
Most of the money which i made from this blog is by writing sponsored content from PAYPERPOST(i.e) if an advertiser wants to create buzz about his product/software/website he requests for reviews from bloggers.What he gains is traffic and back links which gives him a good search engine optimization and in turn bloggers like me get paid for providing the content.
Can I also do it?
Yes, of course. If you have a blog and if it satisfies the conditions prescribed by the advertiser you can join the race. But beware if you write too much your blog will get spammed(Like mine;) and you may lose your regular readers.
What is the solution?
There are a lot of services from which you can get offers. Subscribe to all those and select the opportunity which will best suit the content on your blog. For instance you can very write a review about an Anti spyware software if you have a tech blog and it will definitely do some value addition. On the other hand it will be very lame to write about a credit card or a drug rehab service. Selecting the opportunity is the key.
Some of the Get Paid for blogging services-PayPerPost-Sponsored Reviews-Blogitive-Smorty-Blogsvertise
Payments are generally made via paypal on a weekly or bi weekly or a monthly basis. It is also not viable to create a new blog for sponsored content. In my case i have shifted my personal blog to another platform which is the best i can do!
Any proof that you make money?
Here is one!!! Dont ask me put my paypal account screen shot!
Visit my blog http://ramanujam.net/[Free from all marketing!]
If you have any queries or if you want to know how to tweak your blog and make it eligible for writing sponsored posts feel free to bug me.
YM: ranuromeoSkype: ranuromeoGtalk: mail.ramanujam
Kudos Ramunaja !!!
P.S - for all those Snap proofs he mentioned visit his blog. For an Info these bunch o guys meet in my coll Symposium and kept proving they had something in them to make it to the top. Keep the Super Dooper work goin dude !!!!
http://ramanujam.net/2007/06/11/on-the-front-page/
********LASTONE*******
This is was my Personnel favourite. I just loved every bit of the wording. It had this regional touch overflowing with such a beautiful language. It is one of those nice episodes where you can actually sneak in and Say "ÿa thts meee !!!" Lavanya Mohan & her Soo adorable Mom, here it is on a beautiful comedy flick -- The Generation-X
....F.R.I.E.D
Like the few other million people in this world, I too, watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S. And continue to watch reruns whenever I can. The time I used to see the show, Amma would brush it off as 'just another TV show' and never really bothered.
Couple of days back, when I was watching a re-run, I didn't really expect a change.
Big Mistake.
I was seeing the re-run most intently [The one with the male nanny] and my
mother plopped next to me.
"Ennadi paakara?" [What you watching?]
"Friends, ma"
"Idhu andha serial dhaane?" [It's that serial right?]
"Ya ma"
She watches for sometime and also sees me giggling at Ross' antics.
"Ennadi solraanga? Onnume purila. Avan yaaru?"[What are they saying? I don't get it. And who's that guy?]
"Ross, ma"
"Apo andha ponnu?"[Then who's the girl?]
"Rachel"
"Adhu avaaloda kozhandhaiya?"[Is that their baby?]
"Aama"[Ya]
"So Ross-um Rachel-um husband wife dhaane?"[So they are husband-wife right?]
"Illa ma"[No ma]
My mothers eyes go wide."Ennadi solra, ava rendu paerum orey apartment-la irukka, KOZHANDHA irukku, aana ava husban wife illaya?"[What are you saying? They are in the same apartment, they have a BABY, but they aren't husband-wife?]
My mouth turns dry. I try to explain it to her."Illa ma, live-in relationship maari vechukoyen."[No ma, it's like a live-in relationship]
"Apo ava rendu paerum othotharoda paduthundrukkaala?"[So they've slept with each other?]
I blink at her bluntness."Apdinnu vechukoyen"[Yeah I guess]
"Aama, andha rachel oda amma appakku theriyuma? Kozhandha paththi?"[Ok, do rachel's parents know about the baby?]
Clearly, all those Sun TV mega serials have left a deep impact on her.
"Haan, theriyum"[yea, they know]"Cha, ponna control panna therila, enna amma appa? Indha Americans-ey ipdidhaan, culture-ey illa!"[What, don't they know how to control their daughter? God!]
"Uh, sollamudiyaathu. Maybe they were ok with it"
"What ok? Love pannu, seri oththukalaam, aana kalyanam pannama kozhandha peththupaala? Andha Rachel thappichcha, If I were her mother, things would have been different.
"I swallow. And change the channel.
"Yaen channel-a maathara? Adha vei, nee enna paakarennu enakku theriyanum."[Why you changing the channel? Keep it, I want to see what you watch]
My mother continues to watch it and give her feedback, while I continue to swallow my own spit.
"Andha ponnu yaaru?"
"Phoebe ma"
"Ava andha payyanoda dhaana irundha? Yenna paeru...aan, Mike. Avan yen indha aal oda irukka ippo?"[Wasn't she with that guy, mike? Why is she with this guy now?]
"Illa ma, David avaloda ex-boyfriend"
"Pazhe boyfriend dhaana? Yen kiss adikara apdina?"[Ex boyfriend right? then why is she kissing him?]
"Innum pudichirko ennamo"[Maybe she still likes him]
"Chi chi, enna pombala ava."
"Ammaaa..."And it didn't stop.
She just went on. And on. And on. I do believe that it was the longest half hour of my life. And I ran out of saliva to swallow as well.
When the credits came on (finally), she left the living room saying something about how
"Pasanga indha maari programme paathu kettu kuttichavura pora".I made a mental note that day to watch the show on the computer from now.
Mothers.
Chii.. It gt Over !!!! Such a lovable draft and boy i sure jus loved it !!!
http://lavanyamohan.blogspot.com/2008/01/fried.html
Thats all for this edition folks !!! i would come up with something really spicy next up !
till then adieu !
Monday, March 12, 2007
Is It A Bird, Is it A Plane.. No Its A SHAME !!!
I wanted to write about this for a very very long time and now the occasion has just just made things mandatory for me to sit up and hit the key board. i know this is a very controversial argument especially on a second assignment. But the land cherished for its culture is now looking itself into the deep hole, somebody needs to send the SoS !!!
I was in Goa for a week in January and the pseudo culture they followed there was not very charming. It had its rich invasion of the Portuguese with a mild blend of the Goan patois. I was very happy to get back to Chennai with the Madrasi Auto wallas haggling to the customers at the Airport. Typical Madrasi weather. I was admiring anything and everything in my aspect ratio, Madrasi Trees, Madrasi Roads, Madrasi Traffic and the feeling "Namba Madras" was flying well and truly high. Until my eyes fell on this "Not so Madrasi" Advertisement Hoarding on the median. My Initial Guesses on the product were stuffs used for "Making Love."[Pardon Me, I couldn't get it more euphemistic than this] Voila ! It was an Ad for an FM channel ! ! !
I know the city has a very stiff competition in The Entertainment Business with as many as 9 FM channels reverberating the streets of Chennai. But an AD of such a kind to make people listen to that particular station was Atrocious. "Right from middle aged woman to a muscular looking bald guy posing in the most disgusting fashion", It was a hypocrite's masquerade of virtue. All the more shocking, This FM channel is housed by a very famous Magazine domicile which runs a very culturally oriented history. They are everywhere in the City, Even the most buzzing Kodambakkam Bridge abode the Ad of this FM Channel and the most Nauseating one i have ever witnessed.
Does an FM Channel demand such an advertisement to run its business. If this is any idea of capturing the youth it has failed miserably. Where are the Tamil-Centered Politicians, The Women Organizations, The Cultural Socities. If a Tamil cinema carrying such a scene is condemned very harshly by critics, Why No Reactions for such a Ghastly and provoking Ad !!! It has not only made a few people sit and notice this as an exasperating stuff but has also created a negative image on the possessor of the FM Channel. Its High Time some one does something to censure such controversial or more to say Comical acts. In The Wake of the New Indian Economy boom, Its Only The Suave Culture that would lead to eternal prosperity and not such humiliating pictures leading to Fatal Ignominy.
I was in Goa for a week in January and the pseudo culture they followed there was not very charming. It had its rich invasion of the Portuguese with a mild blend of the Goan patois. I was very happy to get back to Chennai with the Madrasi Auto wallas haggling to the customers at the Airport. Typical Madrasi weather. I was admiring anything and everything in my aspect ratio, Madrasi Trees, Madrasi Roads, Madrasi Traffic and the feeling "Namba Madras" was flying well and truly high. Until my eyes fell on this "Not so Madrasi" Advertisement Hoarding on the median. My Initial Guesses on the product were stuffs used for "Making Love."[Pardon Me, I couldn't get it more euphemistic than this] Voila ! It was an Ad for an FM channel ! ! !
I know the city has a very stiff competition in The Entertainment Business with as many as 9 FM channels reverberating the streets of Chennai. But an AD of such a kind to make people listen to that particular station was Atrocious. "Right from middle aged woman to a muscular looking bald guy posing in the most disgusting fashion", It was a hypocrite's masquerade of virtue. All the more shocking, This FM channel is housed by a very famous Magazine domicile which runs a very culturally oriented history. They are everywhere in the City, Even the most buzzing Kodambakkam Bridge abode the Ad of this FM Channel and the most Nauseating one i have ever witnessed.
Does an FM Channel demand such an advertisement to run its business. If this is any idea of capturing the youth it has failed miserably. Where are the Tamil-Centered Politicians, The Women Organizations, The Cultural Socities. If a Tamil cinema carrying such a scene is condemned very harshly by critics, Why No Reactions for such a Ghastly and provoking Ad !!! It has not only made a few people sit and notice this as an exasperating stuff but has also created a negative image on the possessor of the FM Channel. Its High Time some one does something to censure such controversial or more to say Comical acts. In The Wake of the New Indian Economy boom, Its Only The Suave Culture that would lead to eternal prosperity and not such humiliating pictures leading to Fatal Ignominy.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Finally into writing....
.... At no 13, Queer Street
I never knew i would spend a fine republic day evening applying for a license into the Bloggers world. I am too lazy, not keen in writing and love spending throttling my bike rather hitting the keyboard. As it goes one gets influenced too easily don't they. I was just going through a blog and i swear she is held responsible for making you people read this. The words were magical the topics discussed were quite creative. At that very moment, a contemplation to pay tribute to that blog burnt in me, there you go a blog, my first blog, my first topic all in the blissful feets of the blogger. It sure is much better to put the heart's talkies into a beautiful dictionary. I was always a strong believer of communication in person or atleast to the extent a Telephone conversation to solve affairs. Never Knew i could paint this world more delightfully with the chimera of black words on a bright background.
I shower the greatest admirations to my GuRu for her blog and an sincere apologies to the literally world of bloggers for any flaws as i am a still a green-horn in this mythical globe. I pledge to the people who have taken pains in spending their ever precious time at "No 13 Queer street" that, More Fun More Enigma and Much Much More of Me to follow...
adieu, Have a Rocking Time....
I never knew i would spend a fine republic day evening applying for a license into the Bloggers world. I am too lazy, not keen in writing and love spending throttling my bike rather hitting the keyboard. As it goes one gets influenced too easily don't they. I was just going through a blog and i swear she is held responsible for making you people read this. The words were magical the topics discussed were quite creative. At that very moment, a contemplation to pay tribute to that blog burnt in me, there you go a blog, my first blog, my first topic all in the blissful feets of the blogger. It sure is much better to put the heart's talkies into a beautiful dictionary. I was always a strong believer of communication in person or atleast to the extent a Telephone conversation to solve affairs. Never Knew i could paint this world more delightfully with the chimera of black words on a bright background.
I shower the greatest admirations to my GuRu for her blog and an sincere apologies to the literally world of bloggers for any flaws as i am a still a green-horn in this mythical globe. I pledge to the people who have taken pains in spending their ever precious time at "No 13 Queer street" that, More Fun More Enigma and Much Much More of Me to follow...
adieu, Have a Rocking Time....
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