For the weekend

Been out of action for a long time, still no time to sit, reflect and write. Anyway , one for the weekend



Have a nice weekend :))

Great Short Stories

Thought I will list out of dozen of the Great Short stories I have read. Each unique in their own way.

1) Do you Remember ? -- Earl Reed Silvers
2) The Open Window -- Saki
3) Lamb to the Slaughter -- Roald Dahl
4) A Dog from Nowhere -- Havilah Babcock
5) October and June -- O.Henry
6) Miracle of 15 Murderers -- Ben Hecht
7) After the wedding -- Hugh Cave
8) The Man who liked Dickens -- Evelyn Waugh
9) Mr Know-it-all -- Somerset Maugham
10) The Selfish Giant -- Oscar Wilde
11) A Question of Taste -- Roald Dahl
12) Verger -- Somerset Maugham


There could many more to this list added, but these 12 according to me can be rated as the Top 12.

Reunion

There has never been a time when I have thanked the power of Net this much than now. I went into my college ( that I passed out 21 years back ) and met up with the old Prof's and shared my number. And they promptly posted it in the Alumni website.

And I was found !!! First call came in last week and a few more followed and we all resolved that we will certainly meet the next weekend. Now that was another thing. To keep up with the resolve. Maybe the fact that some of us haven't met for so long made it happen. This evening. Just 5 of us .. But , it was still some 70% of the gang. 5 out of 7 people. Its a miracle that we were all in the same city in this flat world. Mala & Suresh are in Australia & US. They would have given the right arm to be with us I am sure, if only had they been there in India.

It was left to me , Mani , Tubby , Geetha & Chitra to have all the fun. By God, was it fun ?!! Never before in life had I felt so delirious. These are guys who know you or atleast knew you were stupid. :)) All your air about what you are today just doesnt strike you or others. These are people, who know the real you.It kinda brings you back to earth and at the same time makes you proud that you have done decently for yourself growing in life.

Now the talk itself was big fun. Tried catching up with a few names finding out who is where. And then some funnier stuff about who had a crush on whom. Its so easy today. To accept and laugh at it , 20 years back this would have either a scandal, or a heartbreak story or a big mess. Now it was laughter all the way.

And , men !! do they ever grow ?? :)) the boy inside you never dies and just not that, it waits for the first available opportunity to take charge. 40 plus !! so what ?? You are still that guy who the Prof's hated , went around with girls , knew the trees more than the classrooms. Can you believe that we all still can be the same. Chitra is the same girl whom we used to tease and make her cry. Geetha with that 100 mph talk , Mani & Stephen the same moderators and sense infusers. Me, the same dramatist.

Missed the other 2 wild guys though. They would have added more colour. Kids were there, maybe they were laughing at their madcap parents.

Feels like it will take a lifetime to talk all we want. And a lifetime to change what we feel about each other.

Chitra's innocence ( BTW, she is a strict teacher .. ok :)) ) , Geetha's big laugh and great singing , Tubby's stateliness and Mani's subtle sense of humour and capability to get away with doing what all I do :))

May God bless their tribe... And guys, we will keep seeing together till we get bored of each other, which is unlikely.

Sea

The Sea never ceases to amaze me. It always appears to me , that it tries to communicate something to us. And sometimes to me personally. I live so close to the Sea looking at it day in and day out, that I feel it has a special character. And its moods and appearances change as per the time of the day.

Sometimes its so rough and angry and sometimes its so silent and gentle. On a bright moonlit day, the Sea would give me all the reason to go on and on in this life.

It will funnily become silent between ferocious waves sounding. And it will change colours as it wishes. Sometimes brown , sometimes green , sometimes blue and sometimes very dirty and grey.

Close your eyes and catch the rythm of the waves, you would be in heaven. I used to get stoned by a piece from Hariprasad Chaurasia called ' Ocean & the Creek '. That composition uses the sound of the waves as a background and slowly as it progresses , grows bigger and bigger till it takes over completely. That will be a journey unto itself. Always had been dreaming about living by the sea. And I have kinda done that.

But I mostly choose a Beach Resort for my holidays still :))

Friendship

Once again, back to a translation .... Well not exactly a perfect translation. Maybe we will call plagriased.

Friendship

Gulping food in haste
Catching a crowded bus

Hang on the footboard
Rush to the office

Escaping the growl of the boss and
Pestering of the colleagues

Clarifying a million doubts
For a buxom typist

And slide into the seat
To push pencil .... and

Lunchtime arrived

When I came close to the window
Opened the Lunchbox

Like always, peeped in the Baby squirrel.


The original is fairly old , about 2 decades maybe, wish the poet saw life today. These all are still there, but ... Only no space for the baby squirrel to peep in ...

The Verger

'Romance at short notice is her speciality' is how the short story 'Open Window' ends. This is by Saki (a.k.a ) H.H.Munro. I sometimes wonder whether this applies to all the writers too.

The idea of a story making a story at the last sentence has always appealed to my own romance. There are many such stories. What stands in my mind though are a few. Like, 'Open Window' , 'There are no snakes in Ireland' , 'The Verger' .....

Verger is the best of its class though. I am tempted to give a synopsis of the story.

" I can tell you that Sir , said Mr Foreman , a little smile on his still aristrocratic features. ' I would be verger of St Peter's, Neville Square. "

This is how the story ends. Now to the synopsis.

Mr Foreman is a verger in St Peter's church. The authorities suddenly spring up a rule that all Vergers should be literates. Foreman is not though. But the church is pretty keen. It is clear that, he either becomes a literate in 3 months or he leaves.

Time comes and Foreman hasnt even made an attempt and on the day of reckoning, he has no choice but to leave. With a heavy heart he quits the place he has worked for 12 years. Crestfallen , he decides that he has no future thereon.

He walks down the street and looks for a cigarette for comfort. And he doesnt find a single shop. It strikes him as a flash that he has a window open afterall and decides to set up a shop there.

Soon this shop grows into a chain and in 10 years, Foreman becomes a rich guy. His Bank Manager seeing so much funds in his account, suggests that Foreman should invest in some securities for better returns. After much persuasion , Foreman agrees and asks the manager to prepare the papers. The manager obliges and brings it for Foreman to sign them , which Foreman has learnt in these 10 years. He insists that the manager reads that out for him to know what's written.

The manager is surprised and asks Foreman why he should. He replies that he doesnt know how to read or write.

The manager then asks, ' And you mean to say that you've built this important business and amassed a fortune of thirty thousand pounds without being able to read or write ? Good God, man what would you be now if you had been able to? '

Now, go back and read the beginning and read the answer. :))


" I can tell you that Sir , said Mr Foreman , a little smile on his still aristrocratic features. ' I would be verger of St Peter's, Neville Square. "

And this story is by Somerset Maugham , one of my all time favorites.

Her

This was written by me on 08th May 1989. I was 24 , guess good enough to fall in love and write stuff like this. Looks very amateurish now, but I dont have the heart to infuse my intelligence and vocabulary on this now. That wld be unfair. Really, really unfair.

Young age and the ignorance has its own charm and I dont feel one bit ashamed about chasing the butterflies or the ice cream vendor. About this ofcourse I am more than proud.

HER

Hardly ever I've felt like this
This extra phenyl ethyl amine

Someone kisses me in the earlobes I feel
Sending shock waves all through

The most serious offence in my dictionary
Gets a pardon as a verdict

And wasting a minute without thinking about her
Makes the newer offence

Thousand stars smile at me
For only celestial bodies are not envious about me

Relativity is understood now
Walking with her for a while
Is magnified a million times, and
Talks with my boss sounds poetic

Yet God, please freeze them all
Freeze time too

Let relativity be reality

I am looking at the mirror at midnight
Is that what is falling in love
A poetic term for getting schizophrenic

But no one told me that
It will be so pleasant

Will there really be that HER in my life ?

Women with Glasses

Dorothy Parker said, 'Men dont make passes with women who wear glasses'. I dont think this generalisation is right. Atleast I dont fit into that generalisation. In fact , its the contrary. I get attracted by them.

Was wondering what could be the reason , she says so or people think so. Maybe, it gives an intellectual look and men stay away from intelligent women, scared of the bluff being called !!! Or not looking directly into the eyes of women , does not give comfort to them.

Whichever way I look, it is the insecurity of men that would subscribe to such thoughts. Is it really true ?? What Dorothy says ? Maybe the rhyme part of it appealed to her. Someone should conduct a research on that. :)

I atleast know of one Director , K.Bhagyaraj who invariably makes his heroines wear glasses. Remember him being asked this question , dont remember the answer though.

And I as I said, turn back atleast once if an woman wears glasses. What makes me do that, I dont know. So, the reasons are as inconclusive as on the other side.

Jillendru Oru Kaadhal

Love has a freshness about it. Told a million times even, it still creates interest in a viewer's mind. Jillendru Oru Kaadhal is no exception.

Releasing 3 days before the lead pair's marriage, the movie has its own external charm. But, as a movie by itself, JOK doesnt disappoint either.

I will spare the story.The movie is all about love, before marriage and after marriage. Of course with two different girls. The director has made a taut script almost. I say almost because there are sections in movie that could have been shorter and the pace of narration maintained. Nonetheless , the treatment of the subject is worth appreciating.

Surya is getting better by each movie.These days, actors do take a lot of time, do not churn out movies like factory, work on the character and give life to it. He easily potrays both the roles, one of a father of a 6 year girl and another as a colleger in a flashback. He is convincing in both areas.

Jyothika, it is a pity that she is not going to act anymore. Emotions are child's play to her. She can be everything. This is true to most actors who impress from the word go.

Bhumika, god is she hot!! I had always felt that she carries a face of a martyr , which is tailor made for loving a hero one-sided and give that up. She starts with such a doubt in JOK also, but comes back with a vengeance.

AR Rehman leads a music riot and all songs are extremely hummable and some stays hummed. SPB Charan definitely has done his father proud. And ARR himself in the song 'Newyork Nagaram' lends a mystical touch to the song.

All elements of the movie are good, and it makes one feel with a talented team and a reasonably good script, a good movie can be made easily , unless the director willfully botches it up.

A simple straight-line story , clean narration , good performance by artists makes JOK worth seeing. But you could not help getting a feeling that the second half could have been shorter and the some cliches broken etc. But then, movies these days have to tread a safe path and any adventurism in the director's part is playing with fire.

Dont miss it though.

Sigh

Thought I will start blogging with one of the oldest translations I made from Tamil. And maybe use the space for unleashing the creativity : )) Afterall, in the Net , no one knows who you are :))

And also to figure out folks who had read the tamil comics ' Irumbukkai Mayavi' ... Want to see one soul of that genre who would have wanted to attempt being invisible, by pushing the fingers into an electrical socket :)

And to find out from people whether , there is any writer in English who had done a series of ' Crime Investigation' stories , with a pair of guys in lead ( forget the Sherlock Holmes , Dr Watson types , apart from that )

Now to the poem.....


Deserted street will lengthen
Streetlights will be in a trance
Like an unwinking eye

Not only my heart and eyes
Even breeze will wait for her
Swinging the leaves , clothes
And as if it isn’t enough
Swinging my mind too.

If not for today
Would you not be coming one day

When you come
Don’t stumble on the way

My heart will be waiting In the middle of the street.