The face of Modern Indian Woman, the first thing that strikes me when I see her on the screen. Her looks, the smile, the hairdo, I don't know I just get mesmerized seeing the way she carries herself. Haven't watched many of her movies. Most of them being regional ones supporting a cause, regarding social issues. Kannathil Muthamittal, Azhagi, Provoked, all different roles, delivered with great passion. Have planned to watch this week Deepa Mehtha's Fire and Earth with Nandita in the lead role along with Shabhana Azmi.
Dressed for the occasion. We gotta see her in the red pattu saree as a jury member representing India in Cannnes Festival 2005. The above snap of hers taken when she was recently in Chennai at Sathyam to inaugurate Women's Film Festival. I cannot take my eyes from this picture, dressed in brown with a cream bordered saree, looks so down to earth and aesthetically pleasing. Oh I love you Black Beauty!!!
4 comments:
u are only going to watch FIRE rite?? ;).
know wat spoke to prajitha..kinda shocked her with a surprise call!
@ somu-planning to watch both...:):) gotta download...:D..u watched the trilogy?
is trilogy a different movie??havent watched it either.If u have National Trasure 1/2 lemme know
I had discovered that Ramya loves language. So when she was articulating less on email and ORKUT, I looked for other paths. And there she was, blogging away. Broadcasting into the void on all frequencies like millions of others, all wanting to be the Michael Schumacher of Mass Communications. The flood was “unplugged”. She was all there. The nuggets, trivialities, passionobilias, minutiae, soul windows, movie-driven portentousness, put-ons, turn-ons, poetic transports, the whole delightful ensemble. Bless her! And I was reminded again of our bonding as she gushed over Nandita Das. Like Ramya, I too approve of melanin in female chic. And Nandita, though I haven’t seen her emote, is also a Bengali…my favourite breed. An illustrious successor to my past devis: Suchitra Sen, Madhabi Mukherjee, Sharmila Tagore, Aparna Sen.
But why do people blog? There could be some fear within us modern humans of being left behind if we don’t grab every passing technology by its tail. Slick inventions can also ambush us and get us by the throat. No this is not it, entirely. No, perhaps we really find it increasingly difficult to like each other. Maybe, face-offs embarrass us. Talking without looking at anyone once used to be the realm of madness, unsettled minds. Not any longer. Once we met and spoke. Then we had loudspeakers. Next was telephones; we talked, heard and answered. Then our voices were cut off. Silences crept in; faxes, emails, SMSs are whisper free but they still had some built-in hopes for responses.
And now with blogs, we just radiate. Data, information, words, hushed cacophonies pervading all of cyberspace. Like the silent scream of background radiation left over from the Big Bang. Like the emissions of stars, galaxies, pulsars, quasars, each spreading bytes soundlessly into the blackness. Like bottles corked and thrown into the sea. But the Universe doesn’t seek a listener. We do, don’t we? Is this a deep-felt desire of all our psyches? Do we say: Listen to me. Hear me. Somewhere, somewhere, unfurl your dishes, erect tendrils of antennae. Register what I m saying…. Maybe, like wagging pets, we wish someone will respond. “I hear you. Even if I don’t understand you and don’t see you the way your brain sees me, yet I sense your needs. So let us take and give, give and take, blindly. Let us blog. Only keep on saying. Say anything to me, I don’t mind. Only let me muzzle my wet nose into your tenuous palm, once in a while”.
Or is our blogflood actually a catharsis? Maybe it lightens us. Like prayers, Like confessing to an anonymous priest in a partitioned alcove. It could even be just a long laff, a lark. On par with throwing pennies into a well, “Three Coins in a Fountain”, or wishing upon a falling star. But we spend time, serious quality time, hours pecking away on keyboards. From data, we may graduate to pictures, Youtube visuals, Paris Hilton or Pamela Anderson type displays, Oh Technology, technology…..what good is it? True, it could help us to work better, but true communications? With human beings???? How much can technology help us analyse each other, really understand each other?
After all, what are we; these bodies? Where are we; in our heart, in our head? As an illustrious person asked, if our layers are peeled away like onions would “we” be the residue? If a Ramya or a Suresh is dissected there’ll only be blood, muscles, tendons, bones. Then cells, neurons, then molecules, atoms, electrons, random motion, ghostly dances. No consciousness, no glow, only quantum uncertainity, inconsistency….the domain of Heisenberg. And who knows which Emperors of Confusion will prevail in the future? Even now some anonymous egghead hunched over a table at Caltech or elsewhere may be preparing to plunge us into deeper and newer voids. Endless.
But Ramya, I will never suggest that you knock off your blogging or this-thing or that-thing. Yathe ichchasi thatha kuru. There is also the Hebrew word, ‘timshel’ from the Old Testament, mentioned by John Steinbeck in his ‘East of Eden’, which means the same thing. Thou Mayest. Ultimate dictum. You decide, you have choices! And aren’t we all yearning, searching for the Truth, for Understanding? For Something? We may even discover other treasures along the way. But who knows where the key is? Or that elusive mother lode. They could be anywhere, na? So why not in Blogland?
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