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  • September 10, 2004

    Sujatha and Science Fiction

    sujatha's science fiction
    [Pic : hindu.com]

    On an internet chat session with Writer Sujatha, the discussion went over to science fiction and my obvious response was that Bharathi was one of the earliest tamil science fiction writers of the last century. His science fiction poem[as I prefer to call it] Bharatha Desamendru popularly known as Sindhu Nathi Inisai, was written with a lot of forethought.

    Sujatha replied that the pioneers of science fiction in Tamil were Kalki and Puthumai Pithan. Kalki’s Mohinitheevu and Puthumai Pithan’s Kadavulum Kandasaamy Pillayum could be identified as the intial science fiction stories. But even after decades after these stories, it was Sujatha who made science fiction as genre in tamil books. Having written science fiction novels including Enn Iniya Iyandira and Meendum Geno, he has also written many science fiction short stories at various occasions for various magazines.

    Manushya Puthiran’s Uyirmmai Publishers have released a collection of Sujatha’s science fiction shortstories during earlier this year. I have to say that the shortstory Thimala is one of my favorite shortstory of Sujatha after his all-time best Nagaram. However Thimala is a science fiction and is included in this collection.

    Even if an author is ignorant of scientific facts, as long as he observes “internal consistency”, if it obeys social and structural rules within the plot, the story will be accepted, says Sujatha. He invites greater exploration of this genre which flouts tradition and invites a re-evaluation of old-fashioned viewpoints. This is a passage from a good review of this Sujatha’s Vingnana Chirukathaigal written by Prema Srinivasan, can be read here in The Hindu or a reproduction of this in Desikan’s blog here.

    On an another note, last week, I did buy one of Sujatha’s best written analysis called Kadavul Irukiraara ? which was serialised in a fortnightly called Vin Naayagan. I vaguely remember that Madhan was also involved in the effort of this magazine. The magazine has been stopped now and I was one of the regular readers of Vin Naayagan for this amazing column of Sujatha. This is now available as a book.

    On another note, his Junior Vikatan column Yen ? Yetharkku Yeppadi ? – Part II and Vikatan column Katrathum Petrathum – Part II have just been released by Vikatan publication. A must read/buy if you a Sujatha fanatic.

    This anecdote of Sujatha sums up his witty and serious social sense. Thanks to Latha for passing on that. When his flight took off from Bangalore, he could see water allover from a bird’s eye view and just after half hour while it was landing in Chennai, he could see just empty buckets in a queues, waiting for water. So he wrote Arai Manikkul Ithanai Paarapathchamaa. WOW!!

  • September 8, 2004

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    Instead of individual appearance to every house, Lord Krishna should have just visited Grand Sweets in Adayar yesterday on the account of his birthday, Krishna Jayanthi. Thats where most of the Chennai was busy buying Uppu/Vella Seedai.

    It rained the weekend. And when I say this there will be someone asking if it really rained on sunday in Chennai. While I called up my friend just a 2 miles away to tell him that I would be running late because of the showers, he replied “You can be late, but don’t fool me. It’s scorching here man”. If KK Nagar to Saligramam can have so much of a weather difference why do we blame the Indiya Vaanilai Aaraichi Maiyam, again and again.

    Just when I was waiting for the rain…rain to go…away, I clicked the rain, that’s probably worth thousands of bucks in Chennai. We need rain dudes. If not for an olympics medal, let Anju Bobby George invite the ruler of Olympus, the Greek God of Rain, none other than Zeus, to Chennai. I can put an invite for him in my blog. You think I’m kidding, I ain’t joking here. We need rain, water, floods.

  • September 7, 2004

    R.K Narayan and Me

    RK Narayan
    [Pic: thehindu]

    That title relating RK Narayan to me is the height of hopes. But seriosuly there is a thin line of connection. Read on.

    Last week, I had to meet a childhood friend at Purasawalkam and hence went there. Purasawalkam is at slightly north of Chennai just after Egmore near the Poonamallee High Road. If you can remember Hotel Dasaprakash, you can remember Purasawalkam. It’s my most favourite place on earth. Quite Naturally. I was born and brought up in Vellala Street of Purasawalkam. Until 15, my entire childhood was spent at purasawalkam. Being a born go-rounder, I had literally walked, cycled, biked through every square feet of Purasawalkam. It had some nice temples like the Gangadeshwarar temple and some beautiful parks around. Also crowded with theatres/sabhas, Purasawalkam was probably one of the reasons why I grew a movie/music buff. From Abirami complex to Sangam, Ega and more, we had totally 15 theatres within a 3 KM radius, some of them are either converted to wedding mahals or run porno stuff these days. A lot of sabhas which are now converted to flats played enough carnatic music next to Mylapore. The musical legends like the gods’s own voice, MS Subbulakshmi, DK Pattammal and others had lived at Purasawalkam. At that time Purasawalkam was still striving to become the heart of Chennai. Today it is the shopping paradise of Chennai after Pondy Bazaar in T.Nagar. I no more live there but now when I go the place even after few months, I get a feeling the place, the roads and the buildings are getting smaller. Donno if someone had a similar feel when they visited their childhood place after long time.

    Like anybody else, to tell about that place and my childhood, I have enough stories. But back to point. In his Autobiography, My Days, RK Narayan writes the first few chapters of his childhood that was spent in Purasawalkam. His full name being Rasipuram Krishnaswami Ayyar Naranayanaswami. After Swami and his friends, he shortened it as RK Narayan. He was born and brought up at Vellala Street of Purasawalkam. He talks about the corner of the street to where he used to run and see the bullockdrawn carriages moving around. Also RK Narayan recollects about the nice Ponni Amman Koil that he visted with his family. I had read his autobiography a long time back and didn’t give a note to it, truly.

    A friend’s dad and also another friend of mine had asked if I knew the exact house where RK Narayan lived. One of them even told the place but I wasn’t grasping it. I wasn’t too sure because the street was a kilometer long and had many sub-lanes and he could have lived anywhere.

    Yesterday I was talking with my thatha, my grandpa, who had spent more than 45 years of his life in the same purasawalkam, I remembered this interesting point to clarify. When I asked him “ Thatha!! RK Narayan, namma vellaala theruvula enga irundharunu theriuma? “. Do you know where RK Narayan lived in Vellala Street ?. He smiled and with a natural ease said ” Namma aathukku rendu aam thalli irundhaar. Ethana thadava idha onakku sollirukken, badava”. He said “RK Narayan lived just two blocks away “. Oh ! my gosh. Just two blocks. We were just two blocks away to where the malgudi creator RKN lived and even after my grandpa pointing it out when we lived there, I hadn’t noticed it. Fool, I thought to myself. Though RK Narayan wasn’t even there when I was born, it was a GREAT joy and delight to know that my house was located so close to RKN’s childhood home. That was be sufficient to allow myself, a RKN fan, to feel connected to the genius. Thanks Thatha!!, You made my day.

    Further :
    The musical memories of Purasawalkam.
    Walking with RK Narayan in The Frontline
    An interview with RK Narayan’s brother RK. Ramachandran by Randor Guy.

  • September 6, 2004

    The Mess(y) Issue

    Last evening, while having my dinner at a local mess, I had a few uninvited guests to my table. As these guys entered, they glanced over the place for a table to sit. Found my table, and came over to sit beside me. So I was literally pushed over to one corner of the table. While waiting for my onion rava to come, I was forced(!) to listen to these guys. One of them who seemed elder with a white shirt and a white pant was in his 50’s with the spectacles reaching the tip of his nose. The two other guy seemed to be rather young, probably in their late 20’s. Their dress looked very new and one had a vibhuthi (religious mark) on his forehead and was looking very timid and shy. The other one had a screw driver in his shirt pocket, probably a electrician.

    The oldie opened his bag, and took out a Kumaran silks cover. He dragged two passports out of them and handed it over to each of them. A flight ticket which was folded by two was also sticking out of the passports. He gave it to them and started telling them as to how they need to behave in the airport. I assumed that they were just leaving abroad for employment. Looks like they were leaving to Malaysia or Singapore. Couldn’t get that from their talk. He also handed over a pair of documents and told them that it was their insurance cover for 1 lakh. He also bragged about how he recovered one lakh rupees for an guy who died in accident abroad and scared them that if they lost these documents, they had nothing to back them up.

    All this was looking fine. But he continued to say that when the reach the destination airport, they need to go through immigration and show these docs. Once they are out of airport, they need to take an escalator, reach the lobby and need to meet a man who will be stout, short and big bellied, who will take them to the place of employment. He said ” Angittu oruthar gunda..kullama…nalla periya thondhiyoda varuvaar. Avaru Ungala pickup pannikinu kottinu povaru”. I couldn’t hear him telling the name of that fat man who will pick them up. This dude with the vibhuthi was already scared after hearing the formalities in a foreign nation. He was probably scared because he wasn’t able to talk any english. This last advice should have scared him totally.

    My onion rava was done and I had ordered a strong filter coffee. While picking up my bike outside the mess, this scared guy came out and reached for the auto rickshaw standing nearby. His wife with a kid and probably his mother were waiting for him. He entered the auto with them and I vaguely heard him telling the autowala ” Neraa Airport Udunga” [Go Straight, to the airport].

    On my way back, I was thinking about the guy, his scared look and his young baby in his wife’s hands. I seriously hope he reaches the place safely and more sincerely the big bellied, stout ‘n’ short guy reaches the airport on time.

  • September 5, 2004

    A man called Steve Jobs

    The Second Coming of Steve Jobs

    It was all going to be hell.

    His followers were abandoning him. His friends no longer believed him. The press, which had adored him for so long, now excoriated him. His money was running out. An awesome fortune – nearly squandered. He had made a hundred millions in a handful of years, and now he was blowing it just as quickly on his failing startups. …. In a meeting, at the Next’s headquaters on the shore of San Francisco Bay, he looked around at the besieged refugees of his thinned-out executive team and he told them, in a tone of bitterness and envy: “Everyone can leave- except me”.

    So starts the gripping book of Alan Deutschman. That ‘he’ in the previous paragraph was Apple‘s own, Steve Jobs. The book, The Second Coming of Steve Jobs. With such a personality in context Deutschman creates magic throughout this gossipy biography. Yeah, at first the book seems like you are sitting in a road-side McDonalds of Silicon Valley, gossiping the whereabouts of Steve Jobs. But as the book unravels the fall and the rise of this complex personality, one is forced to develop a liking towards Steve. Yeah, that same Steve. That Steve who was THE guy behind launching the historical Apple’s Mac PC back in 1984, that Steve who was thrown out of Apple in 1985, that Steve who managed a computer start-up in 1986 called Next which eventually closed in 1993, that Steve who instrumental in revolutinizing the digital animation with Pixar, that Steve who cameback as Apple’s interim CEO in 1997 and brought back Apple from doldrums with inroducing the most famous iMac, that Steve who made Apple’s share propell from $13 to $118, raising the market valuation from less than $2 billion to $20 billion. An extraordinary rise and fall and rise of an extraordinary hippie called Steve Jobs documented in the most complelling manner by Deutschman.

    The above is just the summary of what the book has to offer you. The most intricate details sketches the early rise of the Pop culture icon Steve Jobs who instrumented the introduction of Mac PCs. That early rise, though was relatively easier than others, describes the strict disciplinarian/perfectionist/elitist and so on in Steve. It shows the Good Steve and the Bad Steve. The Good Steve could possibly use all the available strategies to inspire people, creatively. He could woo prospective employees or business partners with his power of speech and his charming personality. The Bad Steve, when it comes to realizing the vision, could resort to intimidating or humilating the his employees. He could possibly walk out of a meet when a reporter could ask a reasonable question that could make him angry. And as Alan says the Bad Steve was an integral part of Steve’s success just as Good Steve was. Both these personalities mixed and matched the life of this tech savvy hippie.

    Alan also tells us the background of the rise of Pixar Animation Studios and how Steve Jobs wooed it for just $10 million from George Lucas, the maker ot Star Wars, who was struggling to keep it going. And how Steve Jobs wanted to be the Walt Disney of the Digital Animation Era. Also how Bill Gates, once during the early days, called up Steve Jobs number when he was drunk and left an anonymous message in Steve’s answering message saying “…Mac Sucks “. Interestingly Steve Jobs met Bill on Panel discussion, at an industry conference, when they reached the dias, Steve reached out to his pocket and took out the tape and showed it to Gates, saying “This is the tape”. Both these icons then made it big in the forthcoming years.

    Steve Jobs is a personification of the Silicon Valley, for all the values it holds today. The plethora of emotions, one goes through, while reading this amazing tale of a man who tries continously to change the world, is just because Steve Jobs is an unforgettable face of modern tech industry.

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