Saturday, September 20, 2008

Raman Thediya Seethai


I have been waiting for this film ever since the promos were advertised in April 08. After watching Cheran’s last movie which was almost a slow documentary, I was not sure if I should catch this one on the first day first show, but nevertheless I decided to go. I was not disappointed, but moved, surprised and tearful.

We’ve heard and seen stories about women being traded like a commodity in the marriage market, but have seen a man in that place? Should you pity or should you shrug it off? May be that is how it is today? Let us park the thought there and go to the movie.

Raman Thediya Seethai (RTS), the title of the movie gives it all away, is a story about a successful young man who goes through the rigmarole of arranged marriage. He pays a big price for his transparency and honesty and is being rejected by all potential mates and finally the one born for him find him. Life goes a full circle is so true!

RTS, A simple well woven story line, well narrated, well edited and well packaged. There is not a moment in the movie where you wanted to leave for a smoke or popcorn, not a single scene that can do away with and still get to the end, and not a moment where the movie sags. Camera doesn’t fail to capture the beauty of all the women and the nature (Pondicherry and Nagercoil). Yet there yet not there, not over powering the story - lyrics and music only adds to the success of the movie. Vidyasagar is music is fresh, and fragrant.

Nedumaran’s character RJ is pivotal, fresh and adds strength to the script, but one may ask why is director using the same blind man card in this movie like Cheran’s Autograph? Was it is a coincidence, sentimental or for sympathy? Can’t we do stories without gaining the sympathy of the audience?

Nitin Satya comes across in his usual style - simple yet powerful style. You only feel sad and sorry for Venugopal (Cheran), who has done a great job trying to show myriad of emotions on the screen – compassion, anger, disappointment. He comes across as a true Raman in this world of Ravanan. I am sure all the women will vote for him.

Cast of heroines was a good choice. Vimala Raman was stunning, Ramya was pleasing and Navya Nair was an eye candy. Vimal and Ramya get a solid role to emote and tear. Should you praise the crocodiles?

A family movie with usual sentiments, drama, but none of flavors was overdone to reach the limits of cloying. It is definitely a must watch film with the family. A job well done by KP Jaganathan!

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Times have changed





A typical household in Mylapore wakes up to the smell of freshly brewed filter coffee, voice MS Subbalakshmi rendering Suprabatham and the crisp newsprint with crunchy headlines in the doorway. Mine was no different from any other household in Mylapore, the orthodox DNA was chaste and intact.

For grandpa it was Leo filter coffee, for grandma it was MS Suprabatham and for dad it was the "Mount Road Mahavishnu" (MRM) and this routine had become a part of the family tradition and anybody who got between them and their morning ritual was considered a "Mahapaavi" and it is always attributed to "Kalee". On a clinical note can we call this morning ritual an obsessive compulsive disorder or on a frivolous note can we call it a Mylapore morning fetish?

I was not a trying change from MS to Madonna and annoy my granny, I was not trying to switch over from coffee to cappuccino and disappoint my grandpa, but all I was trying to do was to get TOI into my house. This was like bringing home a girl from another community and asking for Ravioli in the house of Rava upuma. In Bhagavad Geeta parlance this is "Varna sangraham". Is it really so? Isn't Athithi devoh bavah a part of our DNA?

Dad was being a typical "Mylapore Mama" with blinders on and spewing expletives like chewed pan when I mentioned about subscribing to TOI. It is not difficult to sell the newspaper to "Mylapore Mamis", a few freebies and there they fall. I was able to entice my mother with the idea of Rs 1 a day and the free travel bag. Grandparents were always by my side – we were both fighting against a common enemy, their son and my dad.

My dad testified that his brain was nurtured (neutered?) from reading MRM over 50 years, it was unacceptable to let the Mumbaikar in my house. Call it the breach the tradition, crossing of the Lekshman Rekha, or Conversion at home all this happened after a lot of drama and with the blessings of the home minister cum finance minister, my Amma (mother). Yes, the Mumbaikar was in the house with jubilation, but with a condition, The MRM would be the paper of the house and he will decorate the living room but TOI can exist only in my room.

For a closeted culture that has only had filter coffee, heard only MS Subbalakshmi and read the Mount Road Mahavishnu any substitute was a terrible curse. Here I was defacing a pure Brahminical Mylapore house hold. Every time I picked up the newspaper he would look at me as though I have crossed the boundaries of morality and chastity. Are these applicable to newspapers too? Well I had no other option but to prove that TOI was re-virginized.

Who said untouchability was a passé? It was openly practiced by this "Mylapore Mama". Is it the font of wisdom or fault of wisdom that kept my father loyal to MRM? He would pick up the MRM newspaper with love but treat TOI like an orphan, leaving it unattended at the doorstep. My TOI was treated like a pariah in this brahminical house hold. If given an option dad would have even asked the newspaper boy to drop the paper at the back door, and let it enter the same way my servant maid came into the house.

Are options more a hindrance than help in life? I slowly made it a part of the Mylapore household ritual to sit in front of my dad spreading the sheets of TOI and reading news loudly and intermittently inviting my mother to look at the newspaper. Is "Change" a dreadful word? How different is it from conversion? Is it a crime to open the window to get some fresh air in the conventional household? Here I was willing to try something new in this conservative household.

Was it enticement or surreptitious conversion that was happening in the house? This story continued for the next three months and the man was annoyed with my loud reading and advised me to get back into my room with the newspaper. But occasionally his ears would go up like an Alsatian when I read loudly to my mother.

Who wants to embrace change in this world? We all want to world to change for us, right? Embracing change though said easily is all internal and has been the toughest challenge ever for mankind and it always happens over a period of time like evolution. My father was no exception, but he was evolving unconsciously. Though he was not ready to swap the main course for a snack, but he was willingly read the Mumbaikar in his free time.

Is evolution growing new taste buds? By now the Pariah in the house was touched, read and slowly discussed during the family hour. This was a great victory for me, but I purposefully decided to let this go unnoticed.

Does comparison create a healthy conflict or does it alter perceptions? Tamilians are choosey and take time to accept Mumbaikars, wasn’t that the case with Jyothika, Kushboo, Simran etc? But once they’ve accepted they go to the extent of building temples. Before we realized dad and I were qualitatively assessing the news value in both the newspaper. It was over three months with the new entrant and she was no more the new daughter-in-law who stayed in the back quarters, she was willfully accepted at the breakfast table and she was serving the main course with all pride and no prejudice. Yes, Darwinism was working! Was it for my father or for TOI?

In religious parlance the end of unholy Aadi month ousted both Musharaff and The Mount Road Mahavishnu.The new Mumbaikar daughter-in-law adorned the throne in the living room and the chaste Mylapore DNA was mutated for good, and the MRM got downgraded to "Ex". Times have changed…

Friday, September 5, 2008

Shameful Sonia

What do all these people have in common - Hillary Clinton, Michael Brown, and Sonia Gandhi? Well they have earned a spot in the hall of shame and club of elitists without much effort. Whether you run for congress or Parliament it doesn’t matter, but should have you fudged your resume if you want to make it big in life. Is that the basic qualification to run for senate?

There is count of perjury against Sonia Gandhi (Perjury under section 177 of the IPC and Section 125A of the RPA (1951). When asked about the charge, Mrs. Gandhi in her reply to the Lok Sabha Speaker said it was a typing error. Wow! Such a frivolous explanation? Don’t you have to take responsibility for what you fill and file? Certainly not if you are a politician.

Why do people pad their resumes? Is it a fashion statement? Or is it a universal trend? Is it ethical? Why do we let them go scot-free?

When it comes to politics no one worries about ethics. It is one profession/business where no one questions you about your background, qualifications and pedigree. Isn’t it all about power, chair, amassing wealth, and pedaling personal agenda? Sonia had no big background and for her to make it big in politics she had just two trump cards - “Gandhi” for a last name and cashing in on sympathy wave after her husband death.

If you did the same in corporate world and if caught you would be asked to leave, but in the political world filled with perpetual criminals, thugs and liars there is no reprimanding the guilty. This certainly doesn’t speak high of a person who has Gandhi attached to her last name. May be it is time for her to let go of the last name.

Is it a proud moment for the University to confer Honorary Doctorate on Mrs. Sonia in the wake perjury and dishonor she has brought to herself and the Gandhi family? May be they should reconsider the idea of conferring the honorary degree.

Here is the excerpt from Indian Express Sep 5, 2008 – Chennai Edition

A claim In the affidavit filed as a candidate before the Rae Bareli Returning Officer during the 2004 Lok Sabha elections, Sonia Gandhi claimed that she had got a “Certificate in English Language” from University of Cambridge (UK). In 1999, in her biographical data given under her signature to the Lok Sabha Secretariat and published in the Parliament’s Who's Who, she had made the same claim.

The petition Janata Party president Subramanian Swamy moved the Allahabad High Court and subsequently the Supreme Court, alleging that Sonia Gandhi had committed ‘perjury’ by filing a wrong affidavit. The SC dismissed the plea saying, “Should the SC go into all the affidavits to find out if they are false or not. Further investigation is not possible into a stale issue.…” The truth Sonia attended an interpreter’s school where she studied English, French and Russian. This was followed by a two-year certificate course in English language at Cambridge city in the UK. Sonia in her reply to the Lok Sabha Speaker said it was a typing error.

For lot more controversy and juice on this issue read Mr. Sundaram on News Today - http://newstodaynet.com/col.php?section=20&catid=33&id=10433

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Love and divine

Courtesy: Indian Express - Sep 4, 2008 – Chennai Edition

I have looked at the picture more than 100 times since this morning…

>> Gingerly walk and not arrogant – “Are you okay to come with me? Please say yes!
>>Cuddly tender arms and not an overpowering one - I promise to feed you and will take good care of you

>>Expressions of concern on his face and not conquer - We will watch Ganesha cartoon on Vijay TV tomorrow”
>>Effusing innocence in his eyes and not deceit - I will ensure that mom and dad don’t throw you after the pooja

Is love divine? Or is divine love?

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Wall E


Wall E was a big disappointment from Andrew Stanton (Oscar Award Winner), and Pixar, the maker of Finding Nemo, Ratatouille, etc. The earlier movies were done with a finesse to entertain both kids and adults. But what happened to the brilliant story line, loveable characters and screen play?

Wall E made me go up the wall, literally go up with wall. If not for the comfortable chair and popcorn I would have left the movie hall in the first half an hour. There was a strong story line in the beginning and I was hoping that they would emphasize “Go green” and perils of “global warming”, but the movie was a meaningless love story of two cleaning machines. Are humans so unhappy about their women and love life that they desperately make machines fall in love? Since when did love become a science fiction? May be after my previous post on "Save Males" love is Science fiction!

So many critics went ga ga over the movie, but it was all hype, froth and miserably failed to live expectations. Two machines falling in love – can that be the moral of a story? The script was very clichéd, dragging and every scene was predictable. I don’t even consider this a movie for juveniles leave alone adults. May be it is a nice way of introducing the concept of love to toddlers.
A friend of mine said “One way you are right, making machines fall in love shows that humans are not happy, and the other way of looking at it , even machines need care and love and wants to show emotions , may be machines will remind mankind that they have forgotten to appreciate people around them in their daily lives.”

Does living someone’s dream also mean living their desperation? lol!

Monday, September 1, 2008

Save the Males


After 5 years of heated debate the Commission of human rights has approved the new international symbol of Marriage.

I am wondering what is happening to male members in the Indian society? Suddenly there are voices stemming in support of men. May be the Indian version of “Save the Males” is going on? A few weeks ago talk show hostess Rose on her show “Ippadikku Rose” was dealing with the issue of Men, martial bliss turned horror and 498 A. Now a leading psychiatrist in the city has also joined the band wagon “I believe that the human male is the more handicapped of the two genders and whatever “empowerment” he seems to enjoy today is more virtual than real. My head was spinning when I read the above line. Is maleness under threat?

Latest issue of Outlook talks about Single men taking up parenting role. May be time has come for men to don the role of mother? Hollywood has already explored the subject of Mrs. Doubtfire. But the question still continues to lingers, can men simulate the umbilical cord ties? Well there are so many men doing the role of Mrs. Doubtfire in the real life. Sometimes reel life is as so close to real life and is really scary.

Can the provider take the role of the protector successfully? A friend of mine said that women are more adept and adaptive (amphibious) than men when it comes to change and switching roles. With the advent of sperm banks women don’t really need men for procreation. But unfortunately nature has not given any such option for men. Have we reached an evolutionary stage in life where we just need one parent?

What is happening to the animus in women and anima in men? Is it shrinking or disappearing or virulent? Is this the real pursuit of happiness or a pursuit of revenge? As a child I never came home to an empty house but some of my classmates came home to empty house. Well we are well settled in life, but I have evolved to be an emotionally sensitive human, while the others have evolved to be financially hungry.

Here is what Dr. Vijay Nagaswami says, “Women find it easy to pursue their masculinity; men find it disagreeable to even acknowledge, let alone pursue their femininity”. Are we in the cusp of a new evolution or revolution? I have seen my mother as a giving species and more along the lines of a protector and today I see those kind are endangered species today. I feel the feminine side in the human female is equally under threat. Who is gaining and who is losing from this battle?

Is role swapping and trespassing into each other territory a part of social evolution or revolution?

Though we have retained the biologically identity, but psychologically, emotional our identities have mutated. I have seen some aggressive women in my life and often wonder if such behavior is genetic or circumstantial? Once you get into a race of gender is there something called equanimity and equilibrium? Well divorce rates are already up in the country. Where will all this lead to? Women would never need a man anymore. Doesn’t it sound scary and don’t you feel rejected and banished? May be the next generation will grow up to seeing just one parent in their life time.
Here is the article that made me write on this topic....

THE SHRINKING UNIVERSE
The weaker sex - http://www.hindu.com/mag/2008/08/31/stories/2008083150140400.htm
VIJAY NAGASWAMI
‘I believe the human male is the more handicapped of the two genders…’

A recently published book called Save the Males, written by leading American columnist Kathleen Parker, has caused a major furore in the United States owing to its central theme that it’s extremely hard to be a man in the 21st century, since men are being effectively emasculated by the expectations that feminism has thrust on them. That metrosexualisation of the modern man has only resulted in diminishing his capacity to provide for the woman and the family is the basic theme that Kathleen Parker expounds upon. Apparently, she does this with a lot of felicity, for, I have only read the reviews of the book and some of the responses to it, but I am looking forward to getting my hands on it, for, it promises to be a good read. One aspect of what the author says does resonate with my own understanding of the gender conflict. Despite conventional wisdom having it that the male of the species is the more empowered of the two genders, I believe that the human male is the more handicapped of the two genders and whatever “empowerment” he seems to enjoy today is more virtual than real. Permit me to explore this premise.

It would be fair to say that at no other time in recorded history than at the present has the human male been at the crossroads, as far as defining his identity is concerned. This is a rather unusual situation for him to be in, for, whatever else he has or has not been, he has been reasonably sure of what he was, where he was going and how he was going to get there. This was the situation even until the 1960s when male and female roles were very clearly delineated and men knew what precisely was expected of them. The hunter-gatherer role that was refined over the centuries to the role of the provider-protector is the one that man seems to have adapted to with the greatest degree of comfort. It seemed to be in keeping with his anatomical prowess and gave him the opportunity to express his identity by utilising his natural assets and strengths, thereby providing him a substrate on which he could define his essential masculinity. The better the provider, the better the man; the stronger the protector, the stronger the man. A fairly straightforward equation that the women’s liberation movement unfortunately put paid to by questioning and actively encroaching on the domain of the larger environment that the male had defined his very maleness in.
The threatened response of the male to this incursion could be interpreted to mean that he is unwilling to concede his social position of dominance to the female, since the provider-protector is the one who holds all the strings. However, we need to probe the issue further and go one level deeper to understand, acknowledge and address a more fundamental sub-text that is in operation.

Core of identity
At the core of the sense of one’s self is the recognition that one is created from two genders. Each individual will therefore necessarily be the repository of the generic attributes of both genders, even though biologically only one may predominate. It is not one’s maleness or femaleness alone that defines one’s identity, it is the harmony between the two that determines how comfortable and integrated one’s identity is going to be. Karl Gustav Jung, the celebrated Swiss psychoanalyst and one-time protégé of Sigmund Freud, used the term anima to refer to the feminine aspects of the man and the term animus to the masculine aspects of the woman. In other words, shocking as this may be to the more macho in our midst, inside every man there lies an unexpressed woman. And even more shocking is the proposition that the object of masculine identity development is not the elimination of this woman, but acknowledging the existence of and fine-tuning the feminine side with the masculine part of the identity. In other words, blending the yin and the yang. Unfortunately, men have either embraced their anima too much or not enough, as a result of which they have either over-metrosexualised themselves or ended up being committed retrosexuals. The “masculine woman” has become more socially acceptable than the “feminine man”, who is still an object of derision. And herein lies the root of the gender conflict. Women find it easy to pursue their masculinity; men find it disagreeable to even acknowledge, let alone pursue their femininity.

Steady inroads
When one looks back at social evolution over the latter half of the last century, it is readily apparent that women, once they decided on the direction they wanted to take, were able to make inroads into what were traditionally male bastions — territories men had protected and mystified over the centuries as being particularly unsuitable to the woman. Whatever the nature of work-related activity, women have shown the capacity not just to function as effectively as their male counterparts, but have often bested the latter in their chosen areas of strength. In the process, some women, in the aggressive pursuit of their animus have lost touch with their essential femininity. An unfortunate by-product really, since this is hardly conducive to the integrated development of the woman. What has been most striking about the women’s liberation movement is the ease with which women have made the domain shift. In other words, it appears that the task of being a provider-protector is not a particularly specialised one; you don’t have to be a man to do it. However, when it comes to femininity, the parity seems to vanish, since it is the woman alone who has the biological capacity to bear a child. She usually gets to choose whether to have a child, when to have a child and how many children she should have. The man’s cooperation is desirable though not mandatory, for, sperm banks can come to the rescue. Men are completely marginalised from this uniquely female experience, unless the women involves him to whatever extent she may choose. From the man’s point of view, it would appear that being feminine is a specialised activity. And this is why the male feels threatened by women’s liberation. Not because women are encroaching on his territory, but because he can never completely encroach on hers. She can do pretty much everything that he can, but the converse is not true. So, he responds twice as aggressively to her, often painting himself into a lonely corner in the process.

Critical equilibrium
The way out of the situation is to remember that even as the male pursues his feminine side, he does not have to lose his masculinity and become a woman. Nor for that matter does a woman need to lose her femininity as she explores her animus. For gender equilibrium to be maintained, it is harmony between the yin and the yang that is critical. When one approaches this issue with equanimity, it is perfectly possible to find a balance of power between the genders that pays due attention to the assets and liabilities of both. However when stridency and competitiveness predominate, the man is going to end up feeling disempowered and the genders are going to be stuck in an indefinite face-off, for neither wants to be the first to blink.
The writer is a psychiatrist, columnist and author. His latest book, Marriage 24x7, is due out in late 2008. He can be contacted at vijay.nagaswami@gmail.com