subbudu | # | 9:06 pm | Personal | Comments (4)
Not a big fan of calling out birthdays and such. But it has been ten years since this and 35 altogether. So much has changed and to that note so much has not changed. As in corporate speak, let’s do some high level numbers -
From and including: Monday, March 21, 1977
To, but not including : Wednesday, March 21, 2012
It is 12,784 days from the start date to the end date, but not including the end date
Or 35 years excluding the end date
Alternative time units -
1826 weeks (rounded down)
subbudu | # | 4:44 pm | Being Desi, Personal, சென்னை | Comments (6)
35 days or so in chennai during the midst of a music season was so liberating. Not because I’m some NRI running around in kakkhi shorts and a sporty sandal. Its ironically true and I will explain why.
I was somewhat faceless, like a nomadic traveller. There was no friend who spotted me when walking in Pondy Bazaar, no mael veettu aathi pinnal ponnu who chuckled at me atleast once a day, no paalakaran who asked when I dropped by, no librarian welcoming me like a bakra to his shop. Ok, a distant distant related maama actually found me in some kutcheri and asked me, ” ambi eppidida padippu poguthu?”. Something he should have asked me 10-12 years ago. That apart, I was a literally anonymous in my own city. And I’m grumpy about it but not then.
While I was enjoying the new found anonymity that I never had in Chennai, I’m irritated that Chennai has lost its small cityness. You know what I mean, more places, more automobiles, more people, more everything. This again sounds like a desi rant or cheran’s nostalgic movie episode but its very true.
Anyway, I find travelling so invigorating and its because of this anonymity but not in my own city. No.
subbudu | # | 12:36 am | Personal | Comment (1)
I’m losing the sense of time as I enter the shower. So planning to hang a small tiny clock just to remind that its already time…for whatever that’s next.
On the other hand(pun intended) alarm clocks have never won a battle with me. Including the ‘smart’ phone’s snooze clock that just stops vibrating after some time. Don’t mistake, I’m not a crazy 10 hour sleeper. I totally control how much I sleep or vice versa but never a clock decides its time for me to wake up. Occasionally banging doors and cooing sounds from a family member have worked but they have given it up too.
Today(30 mins past m.night now), I need to wake up by 6 and I have it all tuned in the alarm clock. Will let you know if it worked…for some reason, miraculously.
subbudu | # | 5:17 pm | Personal | Comments (4)
I stopped a favorite habit of sipping coffee some two years ago and never picked it up. But one of the things that I caught on my way back from Coimbatore last year was sukku coffee. How about a kaaramana coffee but with no milk/caffeine?
At the closing of another not-so-eventful day, same sunrise, same highway drive, predictable news, email, people and I’m thinking, Is there a point?
subbudu | # | 10:09 pm | Personal | Comments (2)
Another long weekend ahead but I’m probably going to be busy with a paper to finish and an important movie to watch.
Watched Angadi Theru last week and actually liked it. Candidly made. I’m usually the one who hates tear-jerkers but this one had some genunity to it. Thiru Thiru Thuru Thuru wasn’t all the great as I expected. Except for Mouli who just melts easily into a character. Probably the missed Morgan Freeman of kollywood.
And Paiyaa. Surprise, I liked it. It was cliched but nevertheless wasn’t all that boring. Atleast Karthi with his extra make-up pulled it very well. Plus the songs made it easy to watch.
Watching Avatar on DVD killed the spirit of the film that I enjoyed watching in IMAX. On the big screen, I couldn’t pick up the animation as much as I did on DVD.
Raavanan album was a bummer. Sometimes experimentation can go over-board as you could…hear. Maybe I’m disliking Mani’s films since Sujatha isn’t around to ground it to the Tamil senses. With very low expectations, anything more than that will be a bonus.
Reading: Poetry after a long long time.
Writing: Short Short Story.
Listening: Dylan’s Simple Twist of Fate
subbudu | # | 12:18 am | Personal | Comment (1)
Busy week at work and a busy week at home too. Hopefully I will get some time to read a book next week. Spring is almost here and so the news is that the tulips are blooming but I’m bored to drive down 50 miles only to wait 30 minutes to move five inches. Crazy crowd.
Caught up listening to the latest episodes of This American Life. How I wish we had an Ira Glass for All India Radio.
Did someone realize, Idai Vazhi Oru Modhal Sei from Goa has some subtly written sleazy lyrics? The moral police of Chennai seems to have missed the whole point. I actually liked the way Vaali managed to sneak in the sleaze. BTW, as discussed elsewhere, Goa was terribly boring. Didn’t find anything interesting except a single situational comedy.
Pedro Almodóvar’s film noir flick, Bad Education was a disturbing watch but nevertheless very interesting. Just like the Ira Glass comparison, I only wish we get a Gael García Bernal for kollywood. I dont even think anyone comes closer to his acting caliber. Such a pity.
High: My feed reading activity has picked up offlate. Been reading some good ‘critical thinking’ feeds for the last few days. Do we need critical thinking is a different question for a different time. For now its just good food for thought. No, not the 140 character types.
Low: Lots of things to catch-up. Quite a bit of read/writing to do.
Also saw: Horton hears a Who and loved it. ‘A person is a person, no matter how small’ – how true. Now thats a good book to gift a kid with.
subbudu | # | 12:53 am | Being Desi, Personal, சென்னை | Comments (8)
Picked up a dozen packs of Milk Bikis from the local Indian store. It was in a new wrapper. I was shocked. While tripping in Chennai, I bought a Milk Bikis pack in a totally new packaging and found the design of biscuit completely changed. Instead of Britannia embossed in the middle and surrounded by flower patterns, it had squares all over the biscuit. That wasn’t the biscuit design thats imprinted in me. After all its probably the only biscuit of choice on any given day followed by Bourbon by the same company. Even though it had the same taste, it felt like a different biscuit.
So I was indeed shocked looking at the new pack today. When opened, to my relief, I found it had the same design. Somehow they haven’t changed the design, atleast yet, for the exports. So that’s good. And that’s how I got my biscuit back.
More Biki love, here and here.