Month: August 2009

Goodbye Tuesday

I am aware that it’s been a while since I updated. There’s been quite a bit of pressure from the work front and hence I was compelled to spend most of my time pretending to analyze a bunch of spreadsheets.

The week was quite eventful, I must say. It opened on a rather morbid note, with the date of my results being announced. I had my trademark I’m-done-for face the whole day in the client’s place and the accountant, P was visibly concerned. When I explained the reason for my twisted expressions, he was only too happy to explain that he too had written the same exam as I did and spoke about passing the exam in the same manner as one would about passing an LKG addition test. “Vaazhkayila edhuliyume na thothadhilla ma” (I’ve never failed in my life) he said, in a manner that Rajnikanth would have been proud of. P may be 40 and fat, but you gotta hand it to that guy for his never think twice attitude – whether its to pass an accounting entry or scratch his crotch in public. In all honesty, if that guy clears and I don’t, I’m taking a day off to go and throw bricks at the Institute building.

But more than my results, the issue which is seeming to cause tsunami like waves in the household is the whole swine flu scare. My mother seems to have taken full impact of all the ZOMG-swine-flu-we’re-all-done-for type stories that have been doing the rounds in television news channels and papers, so much so that she has gone on a disinfecting spree. Amma actually bought one of those jumbo Dettol bottles and sanitized every last pillow cover, as a result of which our house smells like the corridor of Apollo Hospital. I understand the whole better-be-safe-than-sorry deal but I sincerely feel that allowing me to bunk office, err, avoid possible swine flu habitats would be more effective.

Come to think of it, I’m actually happy that my mother didn’t prevent me from going to see Kaminey because of the flu. The deal was that we would be seeing it in Ega due to budget constraints among the peer group. Although Ega is renovated (read – no more compass holed seats), 99.99% of the crowd continues to be, Maarvadi. In the Shahid-Priyanka kissing scene, there were multiple hoots and whistles all around for a solid 2 minutes. I mean, I understand that they’re a cute couple and all but this was absurd. My friend helpfully explained that almost all of them would sit for a second show just for this one scene. When I inquired as to why, he told me that they were too “excited” to see anything the first time and would actually watch what was happening only the next time. On a completely unrelated note, I thought Kaminey was a very fun movie.

Moving on, the week also saw a sharp increase in my s/km (no of vicious stares/kilometre) measurement. For all those who haven’t driven in Chennai before, anyone who drives a car in this city are subject to vicious stares for no apparent reason from guys on bicycles who are convinced that their road presence is second only to the Chief Minister’s, and other random people who insist that the middle of the road is the best place to stare at shop windows. While them plebeians may insist that the apparent cause of the increase is my complacency in the acceleration department, I would like to think that people only stare in my direction because I’m cute. But then again, why they would do so venomously is something one must ponder about.

Keeping with the whole theme of traffic, if there’s anything that I find more pissing off than the woh-my-baby-be-my-sexy type english lyrics in Tamil songs these days, its these morons at the traffic signal who skip the signal when the orange comes on or get ahead when there’s still around 10 seconds of waiting at the Stop sign. As if that it isn’t obnoxious enough, these guys also honk incessantly in case your vehicle is blocking theirs.

Not judging here, but I’m pretty sure the guy in the TVS 50 whose path to glory I was blocking wasn’t James Bond/a Heart surgeon with an emergency appointment/an international drug smuggler who is being chased by Interpol. Then maybe, his haste was understandable. But here’s a man, whose emergency at the max, is meeting his attu girlfriend in Nageshwar Rao park for some lunch time louwings, who was honking as if his life depended on it! I didn’t give him way though, which meant that 6 seconds later Mr.KLPD would overtake me and then turn around and shout at me in the same manner the Indian cricket fan would whenever Sreesanth comes to bowl. 3 seconds later he got caught by the Traffic Police for not wearing a helmet. It’s at times like these that you’re all the more certain that there is a God.

I know what you’re thinking, and yes, you are allowed to be jealous of my glamourous lifestyle.

Friendship

It was only after noticing the 12 odd bits of satiny fabric that were dumped on my dresser drawer by my sister that I realized the past week was “Friendship Week”. You see, unlike most people in this city, I don’t get 20 text messages that are basically different varieties of extremely creative poetry such as “Rozes r red, Violats r bloo, bt frndzz like u, r vrrry few!! happy frndshp week my dear frnd frndz forevaaaa!! 🙂 🙂 😉 ;-)” to gently remind me of the week’s specialty.
No, my friends don’t send me such messages, not because we prefer the silent comfort of knowing that we’re beyond such rhymes but because none of them are maarvadi.
But friendship, you see, is beyond maarvadi forwards.
Friendship, is earning + enjoyment.

The Dark Lord – A Review

A week ago, I had attended the Landing Stage’s dramatization of the Dark Lord, which was an attempt to bring Krishna’s life on stage. The play follows Krishna, from his escapades as a cowherd in Gokul, through his time as the emperor of Dwaraka and ends at his death. Now Krishna, is one mythological character nobody can get enough of, and was obviously an excellent premise for a dramatic presentation, but failed to leave an impression, as one would expect in plays like these.
The script is at fault, maybe. It told too many things and somehow, seemed inconsistent. Maybe its some kind of a posh theatre thing (order is so 90’s, dahling!), but give me a ballast and call me a tubelight, I just didn’t get it!
The play was just so intent on documenting Krishna’s darker and more human side – that of the emotional manipulator, the inattentive husband, the wily advisor and hell, even the irresponsible boyfriend, you’re actually left wondering why all the other characters whom he uses, love him so much, considering his shady deeds and such.
Also, I found the background music very tiresome. Apparently they had a lady singing live but she wasn’t good I’m afraid. While we do not expect Sudha Raghunathans or Ranjani-Gayathris surely they could have found someone who could reach a better pitch! In the scene where Krishna delivers the Bhagavad Gita to Arjuna, the sanskrit verse was simultaneously recited along with the dialogue which meant that what actually travelled to the audience was well, gibberish.
Actually the play had a lot going on, which meant that there was a good lot of compromise in building each character. So personally, I couldn’t really connect with any of the dramatis personae (I can be posh too you know), except maybe Gandhari’s bored looking slave-maid. However, the play did see some remarkable, remarkable acting talent from Vaibhav Srinivasan Shyam Sunder who played Krishna. The penultimate scene, where he waits for death, in particular, he is fantastic. Another notable performance would be Prarthana Chandrasekaran’s potrayal of Radha. Anusha Venkatraman, who played Draupadi however, came across as a tad annoying. But then again, her role wasn’t the conventional I-am-Krishna’s-sister Draupadi, but a Draupadi who is actually in love with Krishna (scandalous!). So more than feeling anything for her, we are just left confused because clearly the audience has different reference points where she is concerned. In my opinion, this character needn’t have been this complicated because Krishna’s story is tangled enough as it is.
The play tries to tell us that Krishna did all these things to fulfil a greater destiny, a greater good. Only, we are left scratching our heads wondering as to what exactly the aforementioned good was.
At the end of it all, it wasn’t a bad play, but I wish they’d showed us a little more of the Krishna about whom our grandfathers told us stories about. The Krishna who always came to save you, no matter what. The Krishna for whom we make cheedai every year. The Krishna we love, the Krishna we believe.
*Please note: The writer hasn’t seen too many plays before. She hopes to see more, and she only will if you’re nice to her. 😀