Last night I watched Kaatru Veliyidai with my friends. Don't ask me what that title means. I have no effing clue. It translates to Breezy Expanse, whatever that means. Truth be told, I was looking forward to this movie ever since I heard Azhagiye song. This simple, peppy melody caught my fancy and quickly made it to the top of my most played song list. The movie turned out to be a damp squib, though. At the risk of giving away the plot, it was a tale of a couple head over heels in love with each other but far from being a made-for-each-other couple we often see in Tamil movies. Not that the movie steered clear of cliches that abound in tamil cinema but, as one would expect from Mani Ratnam, the movie dwelled as much on their flaws as on virtues. Predictably, the protagonist comes to terms with his mistakes in the end and becomes "the perfect" man. And what makes him change is so unconvincing. I understand creating more layers adds depth to characters but how can a man who, as he claims, grew up on a healthy diet of Bharathiyar poems turn out to be sexist/male chauvinist? Dialogues were a major disappointment and stretched my nerves to the limit at places. Karthik's performance leaves a lot to be desired and Aditi's leaves nothing to be desired. Both her acting and looks were stunning. Although, while most people were head over heels for Aditi, I was drooling over gorgeous Rukmini Vijaykumar (adigama vaysu aidutho enaku.. hmm?). :-D
I do, however, have a nice take away from this movie. The second half of the movie was almost unbearable and I whipped out my mobile (something I'd never done in a movie theater before) and checked on my messages. And there it was, like a shining, new, unwrapped gift. I had been expecting a message from certain someone for a week and was on the verge of completely giving up on it. It sure made my day. :) Even that wasn't enough to salvage the rest of the night, though. Yea, the movie was that bad. :-D
Surprise messages seemed to the order of the day as I woke up this morning to find another unexpected message in my inbox. And this one is undoubtedly the best one this year yet. One of the best buddies delivered a twins -- a boy and a girl -- and I woke up to their picture today. Ladooo kutties, I tell you. Both of them. Dear R, if you are reading this post -- and I know you do secretly admire me and read my blog religiously :P -- I couldn't be happier for you. And yes, say good bye to precious beauty sleep :D I have absolutely no doubt that you'd make a perfect mother. But if you were to ask me for an advice (hic! hic!), I'd advice you to pass on your madness to your kids. This world needs more crazy people like you. :-) Oceans of love to you. :-)
Well, that pretty much wraps up my Saturday. Exciting few days ahead of me and hopefully a lucky break awaits me in the near future. And God knows I deserve one. :) Toodle-oo.
It was yet another mundane day at work. Until this song come on the radio. I swear I have heard this song (more than once) before, but it beats me why I couldn't feel the magic in this song until today. It seemed like a good song until it got to the line "Yes, they are sharing a drink they call loneliness but it's better than drinking alone". Wow! That hit me like a dash of cold water. Made me sit up and take notice. The more I listen to this song, the more I empathize with and root for all the characters in the song whose lives are filled with disappointments, regrets and failures.
Sing us a song, piano man. You are my latest addiction.
After being relentlessly cold for a string of days & nights, Weather God finally showed some mercy on us today. Sun shone brightly down on us, and there wasn't a cloud in sight. A wave of relief washed over me. It felt like getting a day off after a month of backbreaking work. As I walked to work this morning, humming along with George Harrison crooning Here Comes the Sun in my ear, I couldn't help but notice all the happy faces in the street. In fact, it's been a while since I saw so many faces outside. Joggers, dog-walkers and selfie junkies, were all to be seen. Smokers seen enjoying a smoke leisurely by the lake, chatting with friends. I exchanged smiles with a couple of fellow office-goers. Everybody seemed happy. All is well with the world.
The respite, however, is rather short-lived. As I write now, the weather app in my mobile coughs up a winter storm alert. 8 to 12 inches of snow fall expected tomorrow. "Stay indoors. Prolonged exposure to cold can cause hypothermia," it warns. Just when I thought things are starting to look up. Story of my life. :-)
In case you didn't know, there have been some changes in my life in recent times. New York is my home now. I bid adieu to Toronto and all the lovely people I met there a few months ago. New city brings new people but I'm still in that phase where I refuse to put my guard down. I'm sure I'll make new friends in due course but at the moment I don't mind all the solitude I can get. Five years ago I'd have laughed if anyone had said I'd end up liking Toronto as much as my home town Madras. But Toronto sure found its way to my heart. :-)
I don't know if it's case of home-sickness but I have been reflecting on my days in Toronto a lot lately. I did so today as well on my way home. But today it was different. Today it was like going over pages of a scrap book, one at a time, giving them wistful looks and putting it away. No longer a burden I'd have to cling to anymore. It was time to let go.
My time in Toronto was like a roller coaster ride. It soared me to dizzying highs & plummeted me to nauseating lows. I sure had my moments - heck, many moments - but they were all teasingly sporadic and always ephemeral. Remember The Rolling Stone's song Angie? All the dreams we held so close, seem to all go up in smokes. Only it didn't seem like it - it sure did. All of a sudden. With no warning or alert. Bam!
I find it ridiculous when people say things happen for a reason. My ass! Though it seems ridiculous to think any reason could justify it, I spent many a sleepless nights obsessing over it. I wanted to get to the bottom of all the whys and whats crammed in my head. What a fool! Things don't happen for a reason. Things just happen. Some you have control over & some you don't. The best you can do at all situations is roll with the punches. Nothing less, nothing more. And let time work its magic.
Cold February wind blowing across Hudson river notwithstanding, I decided not to take the subway train & walk home instead. I wanted to be alone today, alone with my thoughts. With a favorite song running in loop, I put on my headset and ambled on. I wanted to savor the moment alone than finding myself in the midst of hundreds of commuters. I felt genuinely happy. Again.
I have missed this space more than words can say. I should have brought it back to life sooner but as the old cliche that all lazy goose to use to save their posteriors goes, better late than never, what? ;)
All right, now that I have said that, there is nothing more left to say. :-D
Till I write again-- hang on the edge of the seat, wait with bated breath or do whatever you were doing I was away all these days. And while you are at it, do yourself a favor and don't watch VSOP. You're welcome. I promise I shan't keep you waiting long.
Death makes me contemplate in ways that life never does. Brings into sharp focus all things that had been pushed into deeper recess of the mind-- pushed into deeper recess because of my irrational belief that I have time on my side and that these things can be tended to later on while I divert my time and energy on so-called vital things in the present. It's shameful and embarrassing to think of all the fun I did not have in the last couple of years -- because I wasn't "in the mood" or it was inappropriate to have fun at that time or some other crappy excuse. And I'm not even talking of "Jack Kerouac-esque quit your job and live your life on the road" sort of adventures. Just little things that almost every one would enjoy (but most never get around to) - two-week road trip from cold east to warm south-west(planned but never took off), belting out Lennon's songs all day long on his birthday at Strawberry fields park, hiking in Macchu Picchu or learning to sing or reading the books I have always wanted to read and so on. Or anything that makes me happy and not just "the right thing to do". I'll never know when life will bowl a bouncer with my number on it -- but when it does I'd be so mad at myself if my knapsack is heavy with regrets.