My Life, A Cocktail

The Super Star. The Boss. Rajani. Sivaji. There is just one simple thing that any Rajani fan expects from his movies. Style. And I must say, I am not disappointed. Sivaji has loads of style, in terms of looks, fashion, sets, and what I call “punch” dialogues. Rajani looks his youngest best, and has come back with amazing energy. Highlights The motorbike stunt in the Athiradee song looks just too cool. I know it’s something too many people have done before too, but then, its special when its Rajani, isn’t it? The MGR and Sivaji Ganesan mimic songs are also well performed that they take you on a ride through memory lane. Sivaji’s Email client, a voice recognition system was another of those eyebrow raising things that even 007 BMW’s wouldn’t bring. Some of Rajani’s dialogues are just mind boggling. Some of my favorites: “Kanna naan parkkadhaan software, yeranginen naa hardware!” “Naan nenucha adhu nadandha maadiri, naan nadandha adhu jayicha maadiri!” “Sivaji sirucha joli, muraicha maap...

We were on our usual biking round. Biking is fun, I have come to realize, every day we cycle all the way up to the Red river and back. Today, we opted for a longer route than usual. Happily cruising in the fourth gear, we almost had come to the end of our route. That’s when it happened. I saw two ladies who had suddenly stopped in the middle of the pathway, as though something was wrong. My friend was ahead of me, and as he neared them, he pulled up. I, not knowing what things were all about, went right ahead. Just when I was there, I realized there was something on the ground, and I was almost gonna squash it. Everyone screamed. I swept through, and stopped only when I heard relieved sighs. Ok, so I hadn’t squashed it after all, I thought. But what was it? It was a little sparrow, a baby, that had been thrown on the pathway by the wind. We found another one lying on the grass near by. My friend helped the little sparrow back along with its sibling. We exchanged little grateful thanks ...

It hurts to see something that you had so carefully nurtured all your life, fall into pieces in front of your eyes, and you weeping helplessly over it. There is no answer, you know it, but somehow don’t want to accept this strange fact, coz you have been brought up with encouragement and inspiration that could make you soar towering heights, and you had always liked to believe that nothing’s impossible. At least that’s what you have been telling yourself all your life whenever you’ve felt down. But now, wiping your tears, you feel hopeless and you realize that all those talks of encouragement were a mere fantasy world that you or someone nice had created for you to feel better. This time you ask, how many times will I build castles in the air, how many times will I wait for things to change for the better? There is no better. Whatever there is, is all that is, coz I haven’t been able to make it better. Some problems just work themselves to a state where there is no solution.

I think of life as layers. With people scattered across each layer. At every layer, I meet people belonging there, or rather, people who are visiting that layer, at that moment, with me. Those people are my life. I achieve something, learn something, and then its time to move on. I am scared to leave my layer, coz that is my life. But I have to go, step into another layer. It’s like death. And rebirth. This new layer holds new people, new experiences. They become my life. And the cycle( I don’t know how vicious) goes on…

I see a tree In the distance My tree With leaves as hopes I see the tree Flower and grow The sun nursing it And the rains quenching its thirst And then one day The wind blows A leaf falls And shatters a hope I hate the wind For he takes away What I am desirous of My life The day comes When all my leaves are gone The tree stands still Waiting With the spring Hopes rise Colors bloom A new life Till the day The rejuvenation ceases No new leaves No new hopes That day The tree’s dead It has lost its purpose There is no life…

When someone says they love you, you back up. Possibly you are scared, you know you can’t handle too much of love. In fact, you don’t want to. When someone says they don’t love you, you stay. You stay craving for some hint of love because you think you can’t live without it. In fact, you don’t want to.

Sitting in a pub, with the crowd growing wild with the night, I realized that it is always too early to die. There is so much to know, to feel, to understand, to experience. Every moment that I live is new, even boredom has novelty.