Found you..

These scenes between Kunal and Konkana from Chunari mai lagaa dhaag was something I was looking for a long time now. Cute ones. Fans of Konkana / Kunal, don't miss these scenes out. And please do watch the movie if you find it, it did move me.

You have no rights...

I just want to tell the world out there. ' You can be a bad person as you have all the rights to choose what you have to be in your life span. But that doesn't give you licence to play havoc in someone's life who trusted you. No law might punish you but you can't escape the final judgement. The only godly thing I believe in.'

First Love - Part 1

Disclaimer: The protagonists in the story are my brain child. And any resemblances to real life people is unintended.

Hi Sri... ' This is Sanjay. You have forgotten me totally right? But I have never been able to forget you. What actually had happened, I want to know? Are you ok?  Can't we be friends again?' 

She didn't have to finish reading it . By then her eyes were filled totally in a way that she couldn't see the logout in her mail account. She closed the browser and ran to the terrace before any one could see her crying. The dusky evening was approaching. She wiped her tears on her kurta sleeves. Took a deep breath and looked at the orange sky.  They would have spoken about the evening sky's shades for more than a hundred times. So much has changed over the last two years around Sri. But inside her nothing has even marginally changed. Her friends had said that time would heal everything. She had tried her best to forget it all, and she would ask herself if my friends were able to forget their breakup blows and move on in life, why can't I? But it wasn't that easy for Sri, as hers was not a break up. And there were no bitter things in her past relationship. That evening she decided to revisit her past for one last time.

4yrs back...

Sri was doing her second year in literature. She was a happy-go-lucky girl. Had no particular aims in life. All that she knew was to be madly alive. At the drop of a hat she would make a friend. But the special people in her life were just a fistful. Sri believed in the power of emotions to thoughts. She would often say, some people can't think, but all of us can emote. It was on an eventful night at the Nehru stadium in Chennai where she first met Sanjay. Sanjay was a core member of social work group that had organized events to raise funds for Child Welfare Organisation throughout Tamil Nadu. The social causes that this group addressed were galore. That evening in addition to music and dance by various troupes, there was also a writing competition and the topic was child sexual abuse in India. Pamphlets of the competition was distributed in all arts colleges a week back itself. Sri had participated. Sanjay announced the winner of the competition, He read out on the mike, I would like to read these lines from Sri Priya's entry of the day. 'I ask, what is wrong in chopping those hands that touched a child's private parts without a shiver. I ask, what is wrong in plucking those eyes which can see a child as an object to masturbate. I don't see anything less severe than death for giving someone only bad memories of their chilhood for rest of their lifetime. The biggest of all the sins.' The audience applauded as Sri walked on to the stage to collect her award. After the ceremony Sanjay asked Sri whether she would care to talk with him for some time.

Sanjay: So tell me writer, what will be your first book on?

Sri:        Whoa... I don't think I have it in me to become a writer. I hardly pen.

Sanjay: Come on it is there in you. You just have to keep at it. Ok tell me your favorite writers?

Sri:      I don't read a lot of books. I just write if I think I have a say on the subject. Hey wait. May I know who you are? And why are you so interested in getting me to write. 

Sanjay: I am Sanjay. Based in Mumbai. Did my enginnering and then went on to do my MBA and now studying in TISS. It must be sounding stupid to you, right? Field work ke liye, we have come to TN. And hey it is hell to commute in your place. People know only one language. Please teach your auto waalas atleast words like 'Peeche jaao'. You know in Bangalore when we went last time for field work it was helluva better. Auto waalas knew hindi and atleast some English.And you know wat, people should learn Hindi it's our national language and...

Sri: Hang on please. I just asked who you are? And you are telling me your commuting problems. I didn't ask for that.

Sanjay: Just like your thoughts on chopping a pervert's hands, you too are tough I guess Sri.

Sri: My name is Sri Priya. You can call me by my full name. 

Sanjay: Hey, I gues you are not interested in talking to me. Sorry for those unsolicited questions. Just wanted to tell you, your pennings touched a chord. Sorry again. Bye Sri Priya.

Sri: Thanks.

That night she lay on her bed thinking of why did she have to talk to someone gratingly when she was just being complimented. She was being rude and she was never like that before. She said a sorry to the void before crashing in, not knowing she would meet him before long.

P.S.

This is my first try to write a love story. Though I had written a rough draft in my diary, I would like to write it in parts here. It's not a candy floss story. It's more of a girl thing. For now, thats it. I don't even know when I would post my next draft. Anyways hopefully to be carried on...

Faith/ love... Jo Bhi Kaho...

'Aum Bhur Bhuva Swaha, Tat savitur varenyum,

Bhargo devasya dhi mahi, dhiyo yo na prachodayat'

It's the Gayathri mantra, which I had kind of crammed some weeks back. I was having trouble in sleeping and my mom had made me memorize these lines. I didn't fall asleep as soon as I said these sanskrit words whose meaning I was unware of. But the intensity of faith in which she told me had some how become communicable. Yaa, I too kind of got the same faith in these lines. And not soon after that, but yaa after few days I kind of slept really well. Morning, I went and kissed mom thank you. She told me if it had worked why don't you include it in your prayers every day. I told her,I will do. I went and googled about those lines. Yaa I could easily find out the translation of every word. But it wasn't like poetry which when read together made sense. But this much was apparent, it has something to do with mental strength. I went on to think, was it really because of these lines? Do these lines really play some sort of magic. If so people wouldn't go for tranquilizers, sleeping pills. One mantra, peaceful sleep, problem solved. America will no longer be called the prozac nation with all americans saying the Gayathri slogan. I thought of 3 idiots, the Aal Izz Well mania which has spread nation wide. After much cerebration, I suddenly realized my undisturbed slumber for the past few days actually had nothing to do with my recitation. Coz everytime I used to say these lines, my mind never used to translate the words so that I  get a complete feel of it and pray with my heart in it, not to mention I was far from a religious person. But yaa, when telling  these alien words I used to feel my mom's presence. I would remember the faith in which she taught me those lines. It wasn't faith. Was it? Wasn't it actually love? Or must be her faith, and my love. I also had an enlightenment that day, people aren't devoid of sleep, they are actually devoid of love or atleast they think they are. And love and fear can't co-exist. Well once that fear is gone, I can vouch on a lucid sleep.  And yaa my Gayathri devi can be none other than my mom:)

Royally unwinding...

For a girl who isn't much of a foodie, getting to hogg in the posh restaurants of Chennai in the name of treats and that too in a job which she hasn't still come in terms to, can be called what? LOL. If you have a PL like mine, no surprises here.  Gonna fly soon...dolar to INR calc!, return from onsite...wallet is heavy na?, quit job...that's great!, birthday... once in a yr!, confirmation...no more fresher!, or just that it's high time we went to some place other than office, it's party time then. Just in a weeks time  of joining my team, I had gone to Residential towers. And from then on, I would have visited nearly 10 such hotels in a matter of say just 8 months. And that too with the entire team. That's the apprehensive part of it all.       Hanging out with your friends is different from unwinding off with your team mates. You have to still remain professional. Now that's the last thing you would want to when you are partying. My PL puts it this way, just in office I am your PL and you have to take orders. (Point, he rarely orders in office too). It might sound bizarre, but I have never expected to survive this long in IT industry. Not because it is hard to, but coz it's hard for me to remain in a place where I don't see myself contributing to the teams growth. Now if I am saying that, I will also have to answer my Engineering degree disgustly looking at me and asking 'what the hell did you do for 4 years to have me?'. 'True boss, I didn't tell anything, I was just contemplating on 3 idiots movie... ';) Now where was I unwinding at.? Yaa after Residential, it was in Golden sun resort, ECR road. It was really good. The beach and the sun are something to die for. This time the rains in Chennai made me realize something, that I am someone who perfers summer to winter. When it's breezy it's fine, but when the sun goes out of sight, I kind of want it to come back. Friends call me junk when I share this with them. Then there were outings to Green park, Rain forest, Le Royal Meridien. At Green park, we shook hands with  director Muragadoss of Ghajini fame. Oh yaar, the guy was down to earth and my friend had soon noticed that he was wearing a costlier shirt than the director. The last restaurant I went to and should say the best till now was Basera hotel in ECR. The tables and chairs are wooden trunks, the restaurant is set up outdoors. We had lunched there. The food was awesome. Though I thought it's a place you should come with your dear one to dine. It will be best at twilight. This year I am looking forward for a trip to Pondy, Fisherman's Cove at ECR, a bangalore trip, and yaa want to go to some villages too. This time atleast with close friends, coz believe me it's an eerie feeling to unlax with your team always:)

Idhu sogam aanaalum, oru sugam...

It's been long I wrote something in my page. Kind of bored to pen today also. But couldn't stop writing down the lines I am listening to now and which I have been humming for more than a week now. Maalai neram, mazhai thurram kaalam enn jennalin orrum nitkiren from Aayirathil Oruvan. Awe-struck actually. I heard from my friend that Selvaraghavan has himself penned the lyrics. I have heard songs which are full of life. This song is a step above that, should I say full of soul? Down the memory lane there are lots of moments we treasure, and there are equal moments we want to forget. Somebody has told, 'Past doesn't exist, it's just in memories and to think otherwise is to invite a mess'. Yaa it might be true, but director Selva, time and again comes with creations romancing the past. The key factor about Selva's certain songs are that they are just taken from the memory lane and without any adulteration presented. Who can forget Ninaithu ninaithu paarthen or Oru nallil vaazhkai.? It's so much real, it is so much of soul, it is so much of YOU. For all those non-fictional people listening to Maalai neram in Andrea's awesome voice and dropping a tear or two on your pillow covers... It's ok, you can move on... you must be lucky to have felt it:) Un karam korkayil, ninnaivu orr aayiram, Numm irru karam pirrigayil, ninnaivu nooru aayiram. Kadhalil vizhindu idhayam, meezhka mudiyadhadha Kanavil thulaindha nijangal, meendum thirumbadhadha. Oru kaalayil nee illai, thedavum manam varavillai, Pirindhadhum, purindhadhu, naan ennai izhandhen enna... Idhu sogam aanal oru sugam, nenjin ulle parravidum, Naam paazhagiya kaalam paravasam,anbe...Idham tharume... Tamil literature is beautiful, wish I could study to read and write properly. :)

The K factor!

Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham is a movie which I haven't written into a DVD. I like to watch this movie once in a year and relish it totally. And whenever I watch it there is one particular scene I look for. The scene where Roshan (Hrithik) enters Rahul's(Sharukh) house. Roshan with his eyes full on seeing his brother. (I like when boys cry, coz they rarely do:)Hrithik and Sharukh have acted it out brilliantly. And ofcourse Karan Johar's hang on relationship movies. I think this is his best. And the sad version of the title song played in the background. There is this yearning in the voice of the singer. Too good. 'Jism tu, jaan mai, tera pehchaan mai. Milke bhi na mile ye hai kaisa bharam. Ye hai tere karam, kabhi khushi kabhi gham'. Enjoy the scene.