Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Of Illayaraja, GM and NEP

Growing up in Chennai, I have constantly run into Illayaraja - songs on radio, titles on posters and movie credits, articles in news paper and praise on people's tongue.  I have always liked his music, I think (S.A.Rajkumar and Chandra Bose were not much of a choice anyway).  Some of his songs stay with me forever while others I forgot till hear them in some odd place.  The songs from Mella Thiranthatu Kadavu, Nizhalgal, Mouna Ragam, Idayam, Agni Nakshathram, Apoorva Sahodarargal and some others are songs are memorable.  Then there were those non-film music "How to name it" and "Nothing but the wind", which I remember for reasons other than the music itself.  For a long time I wanted to own these albums but could never lay my hands on them.  I kept thinking I am missing something big in the music world till the time I realized it did not matter.  For me the greatest liking for Illayaraja songs is the nostalgia of  my very young days that comes by when I hear a segment from his song.

But things started changing in the 1990's.  MTV landed in India and the spectrum of music that hit me suddenly grew exponentially.  With more music to digest than my small head can take, I had to make choices.  Thus Illayaraja's music started moving to the peripherals of the spectrum. In the end, what remains today is nothing more than nostalgia.  Even that loses out when I think of that traumatic evening when I was trapped among a few hard core Illayaraja fans.  These guys were going gung-ho about "Rak muthu Rakku" from "Yajaman" in a small hostel room.  They went on and on; playing that song in a loop a million times.  A bloody mediocre sound that these guys claimed had the greatest beat on earth.  The trauma of that evening turned my mind and whatever else against Mr.Rasas mujic.  Of course, A R Rahman's music which came by around then impacted my expectations from Tamil movie music and since then Illayaraja's music just could not live up to it.   

The coming years brought in a new generation of music directors, including the Illayaraja's reasonably talented son, and many a fresh ideas.    The book of history started getting chapters with the name Illayaraja mentioned in it.  Still a few directors (especially in Malayalam) stuck on with the tried and tested Illayaraja  music.  But Guatham Menon decided to rewrite history by making an epic love story that revolves around Illayaraja's master pieces.  The sun which was at the brink of the western horizon started moving up to the east.  Old fans cropped up on facebook.  Old Illayaraja songs were back (but no "Rakku muthu Rakku" thankfully).  Reviewers talked about the current breed of music directors owing their bread and butter to the great Illayaraja and how these fellows showed their respect by playing a bit some old song at this and that spots in their movies.  This went on for many weeks till...

Finally, the day of the music release came by.  The songs came out on the Internet.  Facebook was filled with "Wows", "Amazing", "Maestro" and what nots.  I listened to "Ennodu va va" and "Sattru Mumbu".  The former a retro song that filled me with indifference and the latter a bombastic number with many violins screaming out in agony that filled my senses with god knows what.  Many people thought these were the best (or should I say bestest) songs of the lot.  Apparently, these two songs were proof enough of Illayaraja's magical touch continuing to exist.  "It shows" they said "Illayaraja has not lost it" (whatever that is I did not know he had it in the first place).  I did not like the songs; to me they seemed less than mediocre.  Had it been anyone other than Illayaraja people might not have given it more than a listen.  As a matter of fact, if Rahman had been the music director then people would have protested by fasting to death in front of his house.  Thankfully, this is Illayaraja's music so everyone's happy and rest of us (who don't belong to the group called everyone) have to grin and bear it.

The movie finally got released a few days back.  Gautham Menon (GM), I believe, is one of the most over rated directors in the movie industry.  I found his great "Kaaka Kaaka" (or was it kaake kaake) barely tolerable.  The story line was not the common sort but the execution seemed quite miserable - it did not seem natural at all.  Everything seemed like an act; an attempt to let us know this is one cool movie from one cool movie maker.  His "Vaarnam Aayiram" seemed much worse - it was quite incomprehensible.  Before we could connect with a scene the movie had moved on to another scene and I was left with the feeling of watching a disjointed photo album.  Again it seemed too cool for its own good.  Then came "Vinnaithandi varuvaya".  This movie was a much different experience from the earlier movies and for the first time my opinion of GM was pointing towards the positive side.  The movie proceeds beautifully (both flow and look), with great music and possibly a career best performance by Trisha.  If not for the slight botch up of pre-climax sequences it was a good movie.  The only spoiler was Chimbu's dialogue delivery - he somehow seems to have the ability to convert words in wooden blocks before they a spit out at us.  Maybe he uses some bold-ed font, which hurts our fragile ear drums.  The Telugu version was a bit worse.  Nag Chaitanya belongs to the other end of the spectrum from Chimbu and Samantha's Jessie seemed a trifle too sweet compared to the what-the-hell-cloud-she-be-thinking Jessie by Trisha.  So on the whole, I was in a positive frame of mind about Neethane En Ponnvasantham due to the marked improvement in GMs movie making abilities.  This resulted in my being present in the cinema hall running Neethane En Ponnvasantham a day after its release.

The theater was half filled in when we walked.  The expectations, as expected, were high due to the coming together of GM, Jeeva, Samantha and Illayaraja.    The posters screamed that this is the greatest love story ever made.  It would be like growing up with these two characters, Varun and Nithya.  The ups and downs of their life and more importantly love life.  Soon a group of boisterous guys walked in and they were rambling aloud about "Machan, this..." and "Machi, that ...".  "There seemed to be the end of the movie experience; these guys would comment their head out and not a word of the movie would be heard" thought I.  I should have picked up one of "very nice" multiplexes rather than Mayajaal. But the damage is now done and the movie has just started rolling.

It starts out well with some college scenes and a song that starts off with "Pudikila mamae...".  For some reason, the song and sequence reminded me of Twisted sister's "We are not going take it".  Reasonably amusing start with Santhanam some decent laughs.  Then Samantha enters and Jeeva falls in love at first sight or maybe not the first sight but more like the first re-sight (Hey Samantha and Santhanam spell nearly the same, are they long lost siblings is it?).  These are mushy and gooey scene with Santhanam being the saving grace.  He seems as embarrassing as I was to be a part of that scene (must be much worse for him being on the wrong side of the screen - wait a minute, does this movie have a right side of the screen?).  It has been a few weeks since I have seen that movie but I remember Jeeva and Samantha being too giggly in that scene. But I liked the way that scene end with the the two lovers (maybe) deciding to talk to each other and then we jump into a flash back.

As the flash back unfolded, I realized that I was right about the "love at first re-sight" thought.  The previous sequence was not their first meeting, they had met earlier, many times.  The first Varun - Nithya meeting happened when they were young and as in many movie they seem to fall into something that can possibly be called loved unless someone says "What the hell! How can they fall in love so young?", in which case, it can be called affectionate feeling that can be misunderstood as love to a few silly onlookers (who probably should not be onlooking in the first place - it is none of their business).  Then he ditches her by choosing to play cricket rather than  merry go rounding with her, in which his heart lay.  She loses heart, swears never to fall in love with or show affection (for mature audience only) to anyone in her pretty existence.  God obviously listened to this swearing and decides to move Nithya's house to an area far enough from for Varun's so that they don't meet for next six or seven or eight years.

We jump to six or seven or eight years later when Nithya ends up looking like the actress Samantha and Varun like Jeeva.  They meet at some tuition class where not school children looking school children meet.    A glance from the corner of their eyes results in instant recognition of each other ("Oh God! Its that bugger who refused to merry go round with him", "Shit man! I should have merry go round with her").  I basically don't remember much of what happens after that but soon soon Varun asks Nithya for a coffee date at the you-can-find-it-everywhere-Chennai-of-movies potti kadai right outside the tuition center.  GM chooses this meeting to enlighten us how it feels to be in the middle class.  Enlight 1: Middle class folks vacation in Yercaud a not Australia.  Enlight 2: The middle class chap can only buy two cups of "chaya" with the money in his pocket; a biscut to dip into the "chaya" is out of the question - too expensive.  That per-se does not sound too ridiculous on paper but it was pure cheese that was dripping from the screen.  It must have been the way Jeeva explained what a cool place Yercaud, (which in fact it is).  But that looking at the pocket when Nithya asks for a biscuit what bad.  I found that whole sequence cliched.  I thought the middle class concept has been brought out very well in movies like "3" and "Naan Mahaan Alla".  I think it is GM's ability to be unnatural in the most natural of the sequences that is the issue.  This is definitely not cool.

Post vacation, Varun shifts schools to spend a lot of time with Nithya and they romance around freely.  Soon jealousy strikes and they split unceremoniously. The next meeting occurs at the college.  They fall in love all over again - meaning some more singing (I don't think they dance since this is a realistic movie), some more romancing, a lot of hugging, dialogues filled with more cheese than pizza hut's cheese stuffed crust pizza.  We go through the whole process of falling in love again.  This time we have Yuvan Shankar Raja crying out "Adadaaaaa" for our pleasure.  I was completely lost and disinterested by this time.  I was desperately clawing at my phone trying to play tic-tac-toe for some time.  Then my interest turned to the cynical comments from the front benchers.  Ironically, the movie and Illayaraja's heavenly music were far too distracting.  But the snatches we heard from them were satisfying - We were not the only ones goinf through the pain.  Seeing others go through the pain with us is always satisfying.  As Vadivelu said "Why blood? Same blood!".   By the time, interval strikes us, the hero learns a very important lesson about life - if you don't make money then life is going to a bummer and pretty much every one is going to walk over your father, mother and brother (but if you are lucky enough to have the greatest family on Earth then each member of the family would sympathize with someone else in the family and not call names at each other).  This lesson leads to Varun taking a big decision and the loving couple falling out of love with each other.  So by now, the match is evenly placed with Love and Breaking up scoring two goals each.  Let us see what happens in the second half and the big question - will this match go into sudden death.

At the interval, I heard someone mention "Hey, let us not tell him how lousy the movie is.  Let him come and watch.  Heeee heeee heeeee".  How can the world end when there is so much good will available?  The second continued the downward trend.  It somehow seemed a trifle better than what happened in the first.  While the first half was boring and cheesy, second was sporadic and melodramatic (not necessarily the acting but the situations were definitely melodramatic).  The flaws were many but it is the pretense of realism and what I ended up perceiving as a display of GM's utter conviction of his greatness that made the movie unbearable.  Some of the annoying aspects that came up in the movie in the second half are given below.
1. The "ennodu vaa vaa ..." sequence with all those mails that the hero wished to send but did not till much later that makes the heroine blush with happiness.2. The penultimate scene where the heroine and hero spend some time together a day ahead of the important marriage.
2. At the end of the above mentioned sequence the hero's father gives the most important piece of advice (how many times have we seen this shit?).
5. The whole climax by which time everyone in the audience were screaming "Adadaaaaaaa..."

Obviously I did not like this movie but I have seen so many comments and reviews mentioning that this movie is a classic.  The only reason I could decipher - It says love is a bed of rose plants; there are roses but there are thorns too.  Why is that very different and why should we appreciate a movie for that?  I can understand if this is a first time movie maker.  This is Gautham Menon who has made God knows how many movies.  I mean if the reviewers keep encouraging this guy he will not make another movie half as good as VTV.  Anyway, lots of money wasted on a boring two and half hours that completely ruined the reputation of Jeeva and Santa Maria (or was it Santa Clause, Santhanam; oh no it was Some one that).

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Falling to pieces

For a long time, I thought I am the king of indecision. But then I came to the decision that it was not indecision but that in many cases I did not care to decide.  I came across the song "Falling to pieces" by Faith no more during my indecisive phase.  A line in that song had a profound effect on me (as in I said "Wow" every time I heard it and nothing more).  But as time went by, I realized the entire song was very well written.  Mike Patton is a talented lyricist and singer.  The song goes like this.


Back and forth, I sway with the wind
Resolution slips away again
Right through my fingers, back into my heart
Where it's out of reach and it's in the dark
Sometimes I think I'm blind
Or I may be just paralyzed
Because the plot thickens every day
And the pieces of my puzzle keep crumblin' away
But I know, there's a picture beneath
Indecision clouds my vision
No one listens....
Because I'm somewhere in between
My love and my agony
You see, I'm somewhere in between
My life is falling to pieces
Somebody put me together
Layin' face down on the ground
My fingers in my ears to block the sound
My eyes shut tight to avoid the sign
Anticipating the end, losing the will to fight
Droplets of "yes" and "no"
In an ocean of "maybe"
From the bottom, it looks like a steep incline
From the top, another downhill slope of mine
But I know, the equilibrium's there
Indecision clouds my vision
No one listens
Because I'm somewhere in between
My love and my agony
You see, I'm somewhere in between
My life is falling to pieces
Somebody put me together

The profound in the song is: Droplets of "yes" and "no" in an ocean of "maybe".  What better way to bring out the meaning of indecision.
 

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Wedding drama

"We have to book tickets for your cousin's wedding"
"But that is three months away"
"Yes, it is on a Sunday and we are out of tickets to our home town for that weekend"
"Out of tickets!!!! Already!!!"
"We can book tickets to the previous station though".
"Oh OK.  On Friday and Sunday right?"
"Right"
"I will take care of it"

A few days later.
"Your uncle tells me that there is a function on Monday that we need to attend.  So you have to cancel the Sunday ticket and move it to Monday"
"Ok, hope I get the tickets"

A few minutes later.
"I got the tickets to home town directly.  It is second class though"
"Thats ok.  I am glad we got the tickets"

A week prior to travel.
"Your mother had a fall and she seems to have fractured a bone"
"Oh heavens! Is she OK?"
"Yes, it is not serious but she needs to be on bed for at least 2 weeks"
"Shall I cancel the tickets?"
"That will not be necessary.  Your sister will take care of her.  You have to cancel the tickets for your mother and sister though"

At last, the day of departure comes by.
"We only have an hour and half to get to the station. Where are you?"
"I am 10 minutes away. I will be there soon; be ready"

A little later.
"The taxi I had booked is not here yet"
"Sir, he will be there in 30 minutes"
"What! 30 minutes is too long.  My train leaves in an hour"
"Sorry sir, we will see what we can do"

A few seconds later.
"I am nearly there. Be cool."
"That is not the issue.  The taxi fellow ditched us; can we use the auto you are in."
"Oh God! This driver is an ass but we don't have a choice."

Fifteen minutes to departure; a traffic jam defines the degree of separation.
"I am in the train, where are you guys?"
"Nearly there, should be there anytime now"
"OK, but be quick"
"Driver, do something and get us to the station quick"
"What can I do look at the jam?"
"Is there no other way?"
"No and even if there is one, how do I move out of here?"
"But... Ah, its clearing, go quick"

 A few minutes for the train to depart.
"Which platform is it on?"
"Platform 10"
"Thanks God! Thats close.  Which bogie and how far is it?
"Let me check."
"It is right at the back, not too far"
"Good heavens! Our train's moving.  We have missed it."
"No, that is on the next platform.  We should be able to make it."

Two lives coming together
A happy occasion for all
As time comes near
Walls round the world of celebration fall

Faces from times earlier
Are back in flesh and blood
Some old others older
Smiles and laughter spread

As the night approaches the festive mood reach to what seemed then to be  a crescendo.  Dinner is about to be served.  A little further, in the old house, a spirited party has begun.
"So what will you drink?"
"No, no, nothing, I am a teetotaler"
"Tea totaller, what is that? Some problem with your liver is it?"
"No I don't drink alcohol"
"Why? Problem with your liver know? Doctor's advise eh?  Hey one more glass for me"

A little later
"This is so much fun.  We should do this regularly.  I will send you a message the next time we have a similar party ok?  Now, give me your number"
"9..."
"Hey Uncle, did you know that this guy is a tea totaller.  His liver has some big issue"
"Oh is it.  So sad.  You should not drink too much.  You should know your limit.  Look at me, I have been drinking since 16.  No problems, everything is in ferpect shape."
"No but ..."
"Ok, give me your number boy."
"No but ..."
"Hey fellows, what a good party.  The vada and sundal are excellent.  Did you try the sundal?  It is so healthy.  Try it, try it, come on."
"No I am ok"
"Do you know this guy is a very intelligent fellow.  He wears specs and has studied in that premier institute.  Hey, how come you don't have a glass"
"No, no, he has a liver problem and so cannot drink"
"But..."
"Oh oh.  You should be careful boy.  Try this sundal.  It is good for the liver"
"Here, have a glass of coke.  You can drink coke right?  I don't think that will spoil your liver"
"His liver is spoilt already. Such an intelligent fellow but with a out of shape liver"
"Poor guy"
"No..."
"This is a good party.  We should do this every year"
"You are the only sane person here.  So take down everyone's number and give it to us.  We will call back everyone next year"
"This sundal and whisky make a good combination"
"I prefer Vodka with lime"
"Hey guys, isn't this a great party.  It is so nice to meet all these new and old people.  We should do this every year"

A few hours and many rounds later, only one person still had the comprehension of walking straight meant.  The others continued gushing about the greatness of the party, promising to meet in the coming years and sympathizing the guy with the bad liver.
"Lets propose a toast for the bride groom.  Where is he?"
"There under the table"
"What are you doing under the table?"
"Searching for my engagement ring.  It seems to have rolled into some corner here."
"What! You lost the ring"
"What!..."
"Oh God..."
"You should be careful"
"Are you not happy with this marriage? Did you throw it away?"
"This is terrible"
"Let us toast"
"What toast.  The guy wants to cancel his wedding"
"Ah! Got it"
"The ring?"
"No. The cap of that bottle of Vodka"
"What about the ring?
"Oh I forgot"

Soon the spirits in the bottles were emptied and a dinner of chicken, mutton and other things were served.  It was nearly time for people to get onto their beds.
"Someone fell"
"Who?"
"How?"
"What happened?"
"I think your uncle fell and he was bleeding.  Some guys took him on a bike to the hospital."
"Bleeding!!!! Oh god, he has a heart condition."
"I think it is OK.  Should not be serious."
"How the hell did they take him in a bike?  He would fall right off."
"No there were three of them and he was in the middle."
"This is crazy."

"I am so disappointed.  How could you do this to me?"
"Hmmmm .... mmmmm...."
"I did not expect this from you.  Now everything is lost.  What will I do?"
"Augh... aaaa..."

"How is he doctor?"
"Nothing serious.  A small cut on the forehead - 3 stitches and nothing more.  Take him home."
"Do we need to take a scan?"
"Only if he loses consciousness or vomit."

"Good heavens.  He has vomited."
"That is the only the alcohol."
"What! How do you know?  Let us take him back to hospital."
"No no, it is only alcohol.  Come here and smell it."
"No, its ok."
"Here, smell my hands"
"No no no no.  I see it is alcohol.  I am leaving."
"Oh lord! I am so tired.  I am going to die"
"You will not.  I will die before you.  I am younger and you are older."

The drama ceased at some point.  People got into their beds and woke up next morning - a couple to marry and others to watch.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Jon Lord

As the waves recede
Many leaves on my tree
Wither and fall away
Everything is more brown than green
Every thought is wet with memories

I listen to a lot of music and they span across many genre.  In general, I love loud music - that lies on the heavier side of rock.  Many a times I imagined being asked a question to pick my favorite song or music or group.  My imagined answer was usually a lengthy mess.  It seemed to depend on a lot of factors.  Am I happy or sad?  Was I on top of the world or was the world on top of me?  Was I angry or in peace?  Was I trying to complete a document that is overdue by more than a week?  Was I driving back to some place? Was it night or day?  What music did I listen to a little while earlier?  Depending on many such factors it varied from Kyuss to Fates Warning to Underworld to Dream Theater to Doors to Deep Purple to Metallica to Beatles to God knows what (as in a plain God-knows-what and should not be confused with the group by the same name (if it exists that is)).  But a few months back, I suddenly got an answer to that imagined and real question.  I loved Deep Purple's music the most.  I remember a time when I did not like one of their best songs.  But that did not stay with me for long.  Since that change I always loved to listen to their songs.

I love all the different Marks of Deep Purple, with an especial affection for Mark III.  I can listen to their music any day for any number of times.  Some songs like Child in time spook me out to hell every time I listen.  Their albums In Rock, Fireball, Machine Head, Made in Japan, Perpendicular and Bananas contain some of the best songs ever.

And Deep Purple to me is Ian Gillan, Ritchie Blackmore and Jon Lord.  This morning I got to hear that Jon Lord was not with us anymore.  His organ sections of Deep Purple songs have always been tremendous.  His music will ensure that we will never miss him but keep listening to him all the time.  For a long time I was very disappointed that not too many people are listening to him or Deep Purple these days.  That is very sad as they made some really incredible music which time has not been able to erase.

Monday, June 25, 2012

Dev Anna

Everyone stood around the garage in silence.  A few of them whispered; a few sniffles were heard.  The air felt heavy with gloom and grief.  In the midst a few complaints arose "why were we not informed earlier?".  The one left behind did not seem to receive much sympathy.  She stood at some distance in what seemed like a stoic silence.  Contrary to what was expected of such a situation, there were not too many tearful eyes.

Soon a person came forward to take care of the ceremonies.  He explained these to the near and dear ones.  Then he started singing a mournful melody while the family went ahead with the ceremonies  The melody hit many a hearts and soon tears washed into the heavy air.  The sniffles grew into crying.  The sadness increased.  Men and women walked by expressing their condolence to the family.  A few men rushed in to express their respect by placing garlands.

A few minutes into the ceremony it was time for Dev Anna to leave his home forever.  A few men lifted him on their shoulders and took him to the vehicle that was to wipe out the last physical trace we had of him.  As they passed, I looked at Dev Anna's face but could not identify him.  The wailing and crying reached a crescendo.  I found it very hard to keep tears off my eyes.  Dev Anna's mother wailed at the misfortune of seeing her son taken away so young.  One could only stand and watch helplessly.

The vehicle moved away leaving the wailing women and the sad hearts behinds.  I watched the vehicle disappearing down the road.  When I looked around, I saw the people going back to their respective vehicles to continue with their lives.  The break in schedule was over.  The two drop of tears for Dev Anna has been spent.  Soon his memory will fade to replaced with newer ones.  Life, most definitely, does go on.

I had only Dev Anna a few times but every time I could feel his goodness.  I was told that he was an extremely rich person but other than his round the world trips, iPad and large television there was nothing else that made me feel it.  I will never forget the courtesy he extended to my colleagues and I when we visited Yercaud.  He was a good man and will be missed in some way by many of us.

When 2012 took birth Dev Anna wrote "Forget 2011 for whatever it is. Another new year is born. Another year to live! To banish worry, doubt, to love and laugh and live.  Happy New Year 2012.  Regards, deva"

Monday, June 4, 2012

A journey

Lush green hills stretch to horizon
Greener than what they seemed
Slopes made gentler by this separation
Many counts of ages since I passed 

Ahead lies snow capped peaks
Their slopes steep and slippery
My path ahead lead into these
To what destination is a mystery

Darkness envelops all beyond

Forgetting more as years pass
Don't remember how it commenced
Few flashes remain as haunts

Unseen path lay ahead winding
Stones creeping into my inside
Each step requires more heaving
Don't know this journeys end

Worried to move ahead
Can not turn back
I want to move up speed
But my foot is on the brake

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Stone man sings

Stone age, Stone tool
Stone henge, Stone pillar
Stone tablet, Smashed on stone
Rossetta stone, Etched on stone


Foundation stone, Stone wall
Stone carving, Stone sculpture

Stone heart, Stone faced

Just stone, Stoned to death
Head stone, Tomb stone
Dry stone, Stonemason

Philosopher's stone, Cobblestone
Stone quarry, Granite stone
Lime stone, Gem Stone


Stone unit, Stone cold

Stony Brook, Stone county
Bridgestone, Firestone

Oliver Stone, Sharon Stone
Romancing the stone

Rolling stones, Stoned immaculate
Queen of the stone age
Stoner rock, Stone temple pilots
Sly Stone, Stone records

Bloodstone, Rossetta Stoned
Gall stone, Kidney stone