Sunday, November 23, 2008
Crock on !
Friday, November 7, 2008
Saw an ad in the paper for a kitchen appliance company.I suspect Chinni Jayanth has a part to play in its christening.
Its name is 'Gilma' !!??!!
Jayanth's probably the only mimicry artiste I've seen who mimics Kamal pretty well without going into the croaking routine.
The ageless Hema Malini's interview reveals she's not part of Marmayogi anymore.Sad, considering she was the hottest woman among the other babes in the movie.
I look at my odometer and it displays my birthdate !
The mini van that passes by has a picture of Lord Krishna and I just happened to be humming 'Mukundha Mukundha' from Dasavathaaram(don't ask why).
I turn to my left and I spot a poster wishing Kamal on his birthday today.The picture used is from the shelved magnum opus- Marudhanaayagam.
My teammate sends me a Kamal fanboy's bloglink and it sadly announces that Marmayogi has been shelved.*gulp*
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
After following F1 for more than a decade, a racer I support finally takes the crown....and he's Brit(but ofcourse) ! It was a nerve wracking final 5 laps which were the most exciting moments I've ever seen in F1...very reminiscent of the nail biting Ashes test which England clinched by 1 run...and my reactions were the same - jumping outta my chair and roaring in euphoria...it was past midnight ! It was redemption for Lewis after last year's heartbreak, and redemption for Britain, and it looked like we would be robbed yet again but thankfully we weren't ! If I could step into the shoes of someone for the next few weeks it would be this lad...Not only is he the world champ but he's also hooked Nicole Scherzinger, that sultry goddess ! I guess he's been pushing all the buttons not only on his Mclaren wheel...
He does bear an uncanny resemblance to this guy ... perhaps its a sign of things to come ;) !
PS: Thank you Glock !
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Two questions in each category answer them and then tag your friends from the blog-o-sphere. (Simple enough right?)
Leave a comment on their blog letting them know they have been tagged and you are all set.
Yesterday (all my troubles seemed so far away...)
Your oldest memories
My oldest memories eh?...I pride myself on saying 'memories are my disease' but I also suffer from selective amnesia now and then so not all memories are intact...
hmm... lets see...how far back can I remember?
Well some of it is from memory and some I remember on account of my folks telling me...
1.About 25 years ago there was this cute little devil with a curly mop of hair, and being the 'infant' terrible that he was,earned the nickname Mcenroe from his grand uncle ! This kid was obsessive compulsive even then...A bottle of limca and a hen shaped balloon were must haves,daily !
2.The house in T nagar served as the joint for the MK clan.Eventually the clan had to move because ,to quote Dylan,the ghost of electricity howled in the bones of her face...I was told that the house's circuitry had gone haywire and after some electrifying experiences it was abandoned.
Before we moved to a sea(and slum)facing apartment in Santhome, I stayed for awhile with my maternal grandparents in a sea(and no slum) facing Besant Nagar house, and was apparently neighbors with (ugh) cricketer Srikkanth !
3.The Santhome place would serve as home for another 8 wonderful years, but the same can't be said about the school I attended for my KG.Now Montfort primary may have a reputation but I hated it.It was quite a challenge for my mum to catch me and make me wear my uniform to school.It didn't help that school was just 5 minutes away from home.I'd wish the darn place would somehow disappear but everyday the eerily loud siren would howl reminding me that there was no escape.I do remember being invited to Natasha's birthday party.She was the class sweetheart.Oh where did I put my KG class pic? Thankfully I moved to Vidya Mandir after UKG !
4.On either side of RR flats were 2 huge bungalows that once tickled the fancy of movie-makers and served as shooting location for many a film.But with time the charm waned and the only movie 'star' I ever got to see was Ramarajan ! Music composer Illayaraja's nephew,a regular Jackie Chan and our local Spiderman, was a good friend and neighbor.I'm still waiting for him to make his debut as a tamil movie hero.
5.House # 22 was apparently haunted, and it was never completed.The workers abandoned it for some reason.The derelict place spooked us all.Hide and Seek was the only time we would get to test our courage.I think I ventured into that flat only once.In daytime ofcourse.
#17's mami had a wonderful collection of imported american toys as did #9's kids...and #12 and #3 and sigh...This was also the same place where I once had to run for dear life after being chased by a paranoid dog which for some reason thought that Arun retrieving the ball meant the same as Arun causing harm to her puppies.Skidding and sliding 15 feet over gravel isn't as painful as it sounds.Call me unbreakable ! (The same place where I fell on my knees)...and yes I outran the dog...Now yuh wouldn’t believe me if ah toldju, but ah could run lahk the wind blowz...
I was terrified of dogs but once I did bring up an orphaned cat though for 2 days before some maniac hammered an iron nail into its leg and it had to seek abode in the dumpyard and kept away from humans...
6.I could spend hours just gazing at the vast blue sea and its mesmerizing waves from my parapet,never mind the foul smell that came as a result of the slum dwellers using the beach as one giant open restroom.I do remember the 2 times that the huts in the slum caught fire...and as weird as it may seem I remember this spooky gold costumed midnight roller skater.Who or what was he?hmmm...
7.Initially I was too small to take part in the cricket games played by the neighboring boys and I took it in my stride by standing in my balcony and serving as the commentator for the games.I was my own audience ofcourse...
8.And when I was big enough to play, mosta the kids had moved out.I used to be a badminton whiz though and one of my special talents was catching the shuttlecock before it hit the ground whenever I realised I wasn't gonna make the shot.One guy used to call me Arunudin and it would take me a while to learn that Azharuddin was apparently a terrific slip fielder.I think he's the only true Indian cricketer I ever really liked.
9.I wish we'd bought that place but change was around the corner and I wasnt exactly happy when we had to move after 8 years of a reasonably happy childhood there.After that we've moved 5 houses but the only place I really miss is RR flats !
10.But before we moved from RR flats I finally did learn to ride a bicycle and I was nearly 12 then, pretty late I know, but what's even more funny is that since I was embarrassed to learn it in front of others,I directly went ahead and foolishly tried to master my cousin's Kinetic Honda...then I came to my senses ...I eventually learnt to ride on a friend's bicycle that had no hand brakes.The only way to stop it was to pedal in reverse which would jam the wheel motion and bring me to a sudden halt.And I learnt it all by myself with no help from others!
What were you doing ten years ago?
umm I was on the verge of turning 16 !
So I guess I was in 10th grade...or heading into 11th.School memories are a bit foggy because I never quite had fun in school.I was pretty much the invisible guy in school save for a few moments of fame and infamy here and there.I never really missed school.When you suck at studies,sports and at being popular(by any means necessary),school is generally one huge torture chamber.Winning a coupla art contests in primary school was apparently not enough to impress the kids.So after trudging through 12 years successfully avoding the axeman(the kids who performed badly were axed every year and my head was perenially on the chopping block but thankfully lady luck was on my side and the axeman never cameth),I was relieved to get out in one piece....but Vidya Mandir was the perfect school for a kid like me.And I am hugely grateful for the kindness it bestowed on me.I wish I'd made more of it.
Some standout memories:
1.Since my school allocated us to our 11th groups based on our marks in the 1st 2 terms of 10th, surprise surprise,I got placed in the bottom rung group- Commerce with Sociology.Now that didn't even have math.Now that was a super place to be what?
Math,Phy and Chem were my weakest spots and I should have been happy.Add to it that the class had only 3 guys and 20 or so girls.It shoulda been paradise, but reality slid in and my folks,and me to some extent, were convinced that continuing in that group would seal my fate (read:unemployable),so they spoke to the veep, the famous math wizard MK sir(who eventually made me a math stud :p),and got me shifted to Commerce with math.The very 2nd class I couldn't answer some weird question and I was made to stand out and I wanted out for good.(reminiscent of 1st grade when I changed my 2nd language to hindi coz my tamil teacher yelled at me the very 1st day of school).
My folks too were convinced that there wasnt much to do with a B.Com after 12th.The board results had come around that time and miracle of miracles I got 414 outta 500 ! 83 % ! canya believe it? So they deemed it would be a good idea to talk to the veep again and get me into one of the more 'respectable' groups- CompSci or Bio ! Compsci was outta the question said the veep and I was overjoyed.Here was a kid who struggled with that darned turtle in LOGO and grappled with
BASIC and FORTRAN in previous years under that Kumble lookalike-Viswanathan sir and to be told I wont be getting compsci was a huge relief.So,Bio it was ! So there I was the latecomer in class,late by 2 weeks,and things didn't change much.I still flunked math phy chem and bio and moving into 12th was apparently not on.On my 1st math test in 11th i scored half out of 20.Half ! 0.5 ! what kinda loser scores like that?But well someone up there liked me and once I got into 12th it kinda became smooth sailing.
Your first thought in the morning
Screw the alarm, lemme sleep for some more time ... and, who turned off the AC main switch? There were other thoughts too, about a close friend who was gonna pop the question today to someone special,about the weekly call from a dear friend living abroad,about a close friend from college whom I'll be meeting tonight after a long time,about how many people saw and liked my Travis Bickle caricature.Oddly enough I cant remember the actual 1st thought which was actually about a dream I had.I rarely remember the dreams I have and even when I do it gets very fuzzy and vanishes moments after I awaken.
If you build a time capsule what would it contain?
Now this can work 2 ways...if I want to keep a time capsule for myself so that I can reminisce when I'm older, then the answer is everything.I hardly throw away anything.Memories,junk,valuables....the lines are blurred...
3 huge boxes in my room and plenty inside my head will vouch for that ! But if I were to build a time capsule so that somewhere in the future some curious passerby wants to learn about the life and times of Arun Ramkumar, then I guess I will put in the following(unless ofcourse I decide to carry them to the grave with me):
My (IMHO)Fab music collection ranging from bing crosby to louis armstrong to duke ellington to charlie parker to artie shaw to frank sinatra to dean martin to tony bennet to doris day to ella fitzgerald to elvis presly to bob dylan to john lennon to jim morrison to (wait...skip the 80's and early 90s...) to robbie williams to james blunt to jamie cullum...etc !
My meagre collection of books, mostly biographies of the aforementioned people...
My humble attempts at art and other creative pursuits...
As for my memories, I'll be sure to leave behind my blog links...They kinda serve as a snapshot of the time I write the posts...
This year has seen its fair share of euphoria and disappointments....of losses and gains.....of awakenings and doubts...of friends lost and gained...of hopes dashed and built...of change and stasis...of freedom and shackles...of bravado and fears...of bridges crossed and burnt...
Well I do not want to get down into the details but I am wiser...I hope ! Tomorrow never dies unlike today! dammit ! But tomorrow the sun will rise...who knows what the tide will bring?
What do you see yourself doing 14 years from now?
Wait lemme dig out my crystal ball...heck its blurred...I cant see...I'll be crossing the big 4-oh ! Hopefully alive with no major ailments...Will I be doing what I want to? I better be...otherwise it doesn't make sense to be alive after 40...
Whew that wasn't so bad ! I tag :
and umm my other friends in the blogosphere have already been tagged thanks to Revs and S3 so that's it...