Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Friends forever

Chapter-1
It is said friends are forever. But I don’t feel it in that way. I would rather like to put it in this way;that is, "I would not have endured this life, without them."

Friendship, once bloomed, survives in many ways. One of the ways is mobile phone. SMSs serve as prominent party in preserving the bond of friendship till the day’s end. Of course, after that you have to dedicate a few hours for your beloved friends. The electronic media can’t give you what their souls have spoken. For that you must go to them and look into their eyes.

Recently I received an SMS from one of my friends. It has something really interesting in it. So I thought why shan’t I share it with you. Here it is,

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Whenever I am making love with my husband, the first to disturb by ringing me up, would be MY FRIEND!!!!
(To be continued...)

Monday, December 29, 2008

Filmy Jodi!







Bolly wood never lags behind to show its colours, during festive days. In this Christmas also, they are all set to hypnotize the world with the two Khans, Shahrukh-sorry-King Khan and Amir- sorry- Mr. Perfectionist Khan.

Amir’s “Gajini” is an action movie, which is already a super hit, and Shahrukh’s “Rab Ne Banadi Jodi”, rocks the silver screen literally. “Rab Ne Banadi Jodi” is a peaceful romantic film, when compared to “Gajini”. As Christmas is a festival of peace, the Indian commentator would advise for the peaceful film for his readers. A very cute, romantic film, which celebrates the true love… “Rab Ne Banadi Jodi”.

The Aditya Chopra directed film tells the story of a middle class working man who accidentally ‘compelled’ to marry a young girl, to whom he was infatuated at the first sight, on her marriage day. Her name is Taani (Anushka Sharma). The protagonist, Surender Sahni, was her father’s former student.

Suri and Taani start their life anew as strangers. There the story takes an interesting turn, where we can see the ordinary working class man tries to win the love of the gorgeous, exuberant girl. Suri is an introvert man who cannot express his love outwardly. This is somewhat paradoxical with Taani’s character. In a time based, limited, lifestyle of a working class man, he feels himself estranged from Taani.

The film interestingly portrays the dilemma of the working class people to confront the youthful metro sexual urban community. The metro sexual youth generally believes in celebrating life, where the working class men like Suri, identifies themselves as mere machines, which are devoid of all pleasures of life. The only pleasure for them is to serve their beloved ones. He wants to win her love. The resolution, which he finds, is, metamorphosis, which is changing form. This metamorphosis is an outward expression of the hidden consciousness of Suri. And he changes himself from Suri to Raj.

The film shows a different background and style of story, which is not usually seen in Bolly-wood. Full credits goes to the director. Both the characters of Raj and Suri had their own equal importance in the story. The portrayal of the to characters is really superb.

Shahrukh has done a remarkably wonderful job. But the main advantage that the film has brought to bolly-wood is, Anushka Sharma., whose performance never gives us the feeling that she is a new comer.

The Indian Commentator congratulates Anushka for her performance in this film…
Hum hai rahi pyar ke phir milenge chalthe chalthe…"

Christmas


Where ever in the world, Christmas reminds of the birth of the holy child, infant Jesus and the sleigh in which Christmas papa visits children with lots of gifts. Here in India although we celebrate Christmas, we never expect a sleigh, for here we don’t have snowfalls, except in the Himalayan regions!

India never lags behind in the case of celebrations. We never miss a single opportunity to celebrate. Christmas is also one of our own celebrations.

It doesn’t matter in which religion each of the festivals is rooted. We simply celebrate. And celebration of life is an inseparable part of Indian ness. We expect Santa, if not in a sleigh, then in a K.S.R.T.C bus, at least!

In this Christmas the Indian Commentator wishes his readers a MERRY CHRISTMAS. MAY GOD BLESS YOU.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Cat Crossed!


Do you wear amulets? What will you do if a cat crosses your way? Do you feel a worry in your mind? Or you won’t care about that? Would you spat, as some people do if a cat crossed their way? Let us drop these personal questions and talk about Cricket Superstars. From changing bats after one over to keeping a red hand kerchief in pocket, their superstitions vary.

Now, on Bolly-wood. This is a paradise for superstitions. From Big Bachans to small ‘item’ performers, all are enslaved by superstitions.

What is your opinion about the number 13?

Now leave these questions and let me narrate one of my experiences with superstitions.

My mom was walking in front of me. Suddenly a cat crossed her way. We were going for a marriage. No, I am sorry, we were not. I was going for my classes and mom was going for her work. I was listening to something else and that’s the reason, my concentration derailed. Sorry!!!
Any way a cat crossed the path. I saw it. Mom was not careful about that. But I was confused and anxious of what to do. At once, I decided and ran and overtook mom and crossed the cat crossed path, before mom! And I was happy. Mom got her bus. I got my bus too.

Comforted, I sat in the very back seat, although other seats are empty. As a man of six feet 3 inches, it’s really difficult for me to accommodate my knees inside other seats, in almost all private owned buses of Kerala. (I have tested this fact and this is the result.)

I have been travelling in the same bus for the last four years, to my classes. The workers of the bus were very well acquainted with me. Usually I travel receiving the compassion from them. But that day, the situation was slightly different. I had to travel, in a compression!

The bus seemed like a compression chamber! It was fully crowded. Filled! The bus struggled really hard to start off from each stop. I felt a humanitarian sympathy towards that animal of metallic body and ‘rubber tire’ legs! It secured some kind of affection from me, on which I myself now wondered.

From the next stop I expected a school boy to enter into the bus. But regarding the congestion in the bus, I thought he wouldn’t get in. after all, somehow, when the bus stopped, the boy got in. the door was closed. The bus resumed its journey.

On a turning the door flung open! And the boy was thrown out of the bus. I could not, at first, make out what was happening. Every body cried and the bus stopped screaming.

Thanks to the Japan Drinking Water Project workers. Because the side piles of soil which they left after digging in the road side, saved the boy from hitting his head on rock or any such hard surface. People ganged around. The bus workers arranged a taxi to take the boy to hospital.


Again after half an hour, the bus stated off, in high speed. I understood that they have already lost their half an hour and they want to reach their destination at least on the time to restart. Because of this it stopped stopping in further stops. I had seen some school students standing in one bus stop. The bus didn’t stop. I thanked Almighty. The number of passengers is plenty and it is really difficult to accommodate any more.

When the bus reached the next junction, the bus stopped. After a moment I realized that it was stopped by a mob. The mob shouted for not taking the school students in, from the early stop.

As I mentioned early, the bus was lagging behind its time schedule. The driver, conductor (ticket collector), and cleaner tried to explain the situation. But all in vain! The bus had to turn back to the previous stop! Then took the students from there! Again, reaching in the junction the bus stopped, because the students have to get down there. So for this one kilometer distance (approximately), the justice loving, Kerala society fought and grabbed their rights!!! Every body was satisfied. O, great battle for human rights! Or was it?

I was confused. I was already late for my classes. What was the reason for these situations? I thought. Was that cat that crossed my way, responsible....?

Oh, come on... Give me a break!!!!

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Road Matters


An incident occurred last Thursday near my ‘college’- if it can be called so. I don’t know whether a university campus can be called a college or not. My sheer ignorance!!

I am studying in, Kannur University’s Thalassery campus, which is situated in an obscure countryside--where road journey is similar to some items shown in circus--named Palayad.

What happened was a crime! Nothing like rape, murder, skirmish, etc. nothing of that sort, but spitting! A person spat on the public road…

“What? Is it a crime? But how?” asked my sister.

In many of the developed countries (almost all), spitting in public places is a crime, especially on the public road. Spitting or throwing wastes on the public roads are prohibited with statutes in countries like Singapore, U.S.A, U.K, etc.

“These are all developed capitalist counties. Is this a good practice to simulate them in our country?” My sister asked.

I don’t know. Or I don’t want to meddle with those ideological conflicts. I want my ‘developing’, yet poor India, to be clean and tidy.

“But the ‘crime’ in spitting is not yet clear.”

It is crime. Spitting on public places is a crime, simply because it makes me feel nausea when I see it.
Phlegm and all that…@#$%

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

The Valorous


Blessed Himalay wailed in woe,
For his pals fell down by foe!
In the city of fortune, when,
In terror, shaken, was nation.
Soldiers they neither went back,
Nor they cried. But raised the croak,
Of those castrated raw beings,
For their country and fellow beings.
Each one was a league in self,
Enough to seize one thousand’s half!
Though fell but yet proud is land,
On their valour and might hard.
Blessed Himalay will smile soon,
Indians come in one platoon,
We will blot off those dark marks,
On our pride, in bravest ways!
There is still left, brave, un-count.
In this land of treasure unbound.
Dare, don’t evil raise your eye,
You will taste pains and will die!



The Indian Commentator salutes those brave Indian Soldiers, the brave sons of the nation, who fought bravely and lost their lives in the battle against terrorism.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Senior's Plight!




Senior citizens have the right for a seat reserved in both private owned and state owned transport buses, of Kerala, India. If there is an international reader, reading this post, sorry, for the regional partiality that the author is showing.

This is my duty. I am delivering my duty towards the society which bread and fostered me, from my childhood, though the care was through negligence! When a person grows old, he or she should be provided with enough comforts by the younger generation. This is what absent here.

I invite your attention to the private buses. In many of the private buses, running through the phenomenal roads of Kerala, they are cunningly concealing the “senior citizen” mark, above the reserved seats for the old people. In some buses stickers are also used to obliterate the writing-“senior citizen”!

If the senior citizen is getting in a bus, it is with the kindness of some school or college students- probably school students-which the old person can procure their “concession”!

Where is the Human Rights Commission? Where is the UNO? Where is the American V.S--Obama?
My mind is screaming. Dear friend, I have found one of my hairs, white in a nightmare!!!

Friday, November 14, 2008

What a hell!

13-11-2008
7.30pm

I have just returned to my room after watching the seven o’clock news. It took a little time to register into my mind where I am. I have seen a visual during the news which petrified me completely.

That visual was of an incident, occurred in a college in Tamil Nadu. I forgot the name of the college, because my senses were all numbed when I saw what that was. A student was being beaten like a snake or a mad dog! A crowd was gathered outside the gate of the college. Police men were also there in the crowd. The police only showed their indifference, when a number of students were beating a single student with huge sticks in their hands!

What happened to the Tamils? The land where art is worshipped as sculptures and shrines, the place which is known for its love and brotherhood, how, into such a disgrace, fell?

Oh, I have to show a little restraint! What happened was, an out cry for the oppressed human rights! I haven't forgotten where I am living. I am a Malayalee and that itself is the disqualification for writing such an article. Because the whole of this so-called “God’s own country” is wearied of peace and harmony. From student’s strikes to hartals, every protest, some how, ends up in violence!

I think, in this way, we are proving what the western people once said about Orientals-“A group of people who are still lagging behind in human evolution.”

Let me remind you that violence is the most uncivilized way for expressing your protest. Animals resort to violence when they feel unsecured or agitated. You might have seen new born babes, crying for milk why do they cry and scream? Because they don’t know how to ask!

Think. We know many ways to communicate our thoughts and needs. whether violence or peace, the choice is ours. But remember – the feelings of loss, pain, and agony still persist in this world. Tears still roll down from the eyes. Still mothers love their children, and still we are being called humans!!!

Let the Indian Commentator remind you this…..

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

A Poem on Asin

Today I have decided to comment on, none other than the gorgeous, ever charming-Asin. The south Indian actress, who is preparing for a debut in Hindi through Aamir Khan starred GHAJINI. Here we go….
Image Courtesy: Google
Let me tell you in my words, 
How deep you are in me veins…
I first saw you in a place,
Called dream merchant’s gleam palace!
You, just like a fairy, came.
Conquered all those untamed hearts.
Like a star in darkest night,
You came to my life’s long plight,
For making it heavenly delight,
For showing an unknown light!
I have touched and seen roses.
But those like your juicy lips,
I have neither seen nor touched.
Thus you made me your bewitched.
Your tresses are darker than,
Darkest nights, I can’t explain.
Nose, yours is one sculpture, fine.
Kissing it, I’m on cloud nine!
Eyes are emeralds, teeth are pearls.
White like marble, are your legs.
Zephyr each day kisses your flanks.
Butterflies haunt for your hands.
Breasts are charming lotus buds.
O, please hear me at least once,
Let me tell you in my words,

How deep you are in my veins….

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

MBA


MBA, Managing Bundle of Ambitions”, is a course which offers those changes in people, which makes them acceptable to all..

I like MBA students the most. Not just because they are good looking, but also because they have a very sophisticated way of interacting with their out side, which is the characteristic of a highly evolved human civilization. They also have a highly focused out look about life.

In my opinion every individual should be given a course in human relations (HR) and Organizational Behaviour, in their high school classes. I am hopeful about the youth of this country. That means country men will become "gentle men"! A way of sustaining, the perpetual ‘Order’, of the social system! If every body becomes gentle men , the system will run smoothly!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

India My Country


It's a hard time for India and its people.I am talking about terrorism.Oh, the menace took so many lives, our brethren and sisters......Through this post I pray for all those souls that are forced to lose their existence in this world, sinless, innocent........Unaware of what is happening....!!


OH, LORD MY GOD, MAY THOSE DEPARTED SOULS REST IN PEACE.......

Friday, October 17, 2008

THE BUS-THE CROWD-THE CRUSH!


(The Regional Experience of a General Hazard)
In India, Kerala (state), Kannur (district), mornings, especially, working day mornings remind me one thing-only one thing----the bus –the crowd- the crush!
To catch up with the class time I strove. Others who travelled for their similar causes and for many other causes, struggled with their revived morning muscle power to get hold of a foot of standing place and one palm hold on the iron bar on the top in the bus. I could feel only one thing out of that conundrum---- the crush!!
My legs, ah! I had cleaned them with a lot of care, but now looked really dirty, after the “battle”. And the pain! Unbearable!!
After the classes when I returned I have in waiting, the same –---bus- the crowd-and the unbearable crush!!! This time it was with a little bit ease. A little bit bearable was the crush and fight. The whole day of hard work might have degenerated the powerful muscles and energetic bodies. Every one seemed to be sick with exhaustion. But still the hard heeled shoes crushed my toes and feet, and the pain was unbearable.
These were the problems with my foot. Next, the problem was with my torso. It was in a steady sway. From left to right and vice versa, it swayed. My backbone realised the shape of a bow.
I think if this situation continued, I would become a gymnastics champion, with the most flexible body (with crushed feet). To realise this dream, I prayed for the long life of the chair of our transport minister, with whose reverend ignorance, our roads are in a perfect condition for mountain trekking!!!
Every evening, tired from the inexorable journey, I massaged my legs and body. I wondered on the number of people adding up themselves to the crowd, every day, increasing the congestion. It is harrowing. Have these Indians no other job, other than INCREASING POPULATION?????

Thursday, October 16, 2008

TRUTH

Truth is a way
On which you can reach
To certain conclusions,
Which can be called “realities”.
The things, events, persons,
And all we see around are
Not always realities but
“Dilutions”. This is a term,
Misinterpreted as “illusions”.
The way in which the world
See things may not be real,
But wrong.
‘Truth is a way, I again say.
One cannot find it unless,
He has –a free mind and good wit,
And has distances with,

Eye covering trivialities.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Paulo Coelho and Me.



Hi readers,
Here are the two letters which the world renowned Brazilian author Paulo Coelho sent me.
By publishing them I want to share the excitement which I have felt when I received these precious tokens of friendship.....
Dear Anulal,
Thank you for your kind words. The messages from my readers are always a joy to read and respond to.The road to wisdom is to have no fear of making mistakes.
Paulo Coelho

Dear Anulal,
I can't thank you enough for your kindness in remembering my birthday.As Warriors of the Light, we shall continue in pursue of our dreams.
Much Love
Paulo Coelho

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

"SWADES"-An Inspiring movie

Shahrukh Khan starrer, “Swades”, directed by Ashutosh Govarikar, felt an interesting movie.
A NASA based scientist searches his roots through Kaveri Amma, a distant relative who looked after him in his childhood. He finds her in a rural and obscure village. There he comes across contingencies, which need his indulgence. He solves their problem of electricity at the end of the film. The search of the protagonist for Kaveri Amma, can be seen symbolically as the search for the motherland itself.
Though he solves one problem in an easy way, many problems remain untouched, which are rather important and soul pricking than the solved one. But the arrival of electricity can be symbolically treated as the arrival of knowledge and a new revolution. Thus an easy solution can be drawn out for the unspoken matters.
In some scenes, the director is able to slap the viewer through some concept breaking dialogues like some on India’s tradition and culture-“Bharat duniya ka sabse mahan desh hai”(India is the greatest nation on earth). The protagonist cracks this cliché on the occasion of a dispute on cast issues, meaning that India is greatest only in discriminations based on cast-system. Thus unlike the old “Bharat Kumar” movies, Swades gives a more realistic picture of contemporary India and the so-called Indian ness.
In the present global socio economic vista, certain regions in India are developing, but certain other regions still remain in the darkness of illiteracy and unemployment.
Swades” is not a great masala movie for a typical bollywood film lover but a person who is interested in the art of filmmaking or in the social commitment of different artistic forms, can derive a great pleasure from watching the movie. For the film has got something in it which they can cherish of. That is from women empowerment to the solution of power crisis…

Monday, October 6, 2008

Ways to Think

we think a lot. Some serious and some silly things always wander in our thoughts. But have we ever taken the process of thinking, seriously? For some, the answer would be yes, but for the majority, the answer would be no.
Our thinking is greatly influenced by our surroundings. Every thing that our senses perceive and even some other things, which we feel, out of our senses, provoke thought. By mentioning some influences out of our senses, I meant The Supernatural!
The way in which we think is highly influenced by the society. It is the society through its norms and laws, which decides, in what way we have to perceive things and to construct our thoughts.
This is done simply for maintaining the order, which is necessary for the proper functioning of the society.
If we change the way in which we think,in the wildest way, we will definitely be the outcasts, from the society.
So it is we who have to decide whether we need the society or new ways of thinking.

Love and Infatuation

People who love, fears infatuations as a sinfull practise towards their lovers. But infatuation is something wonderful and adds spice to life. It is an adventure without which life will seem to be boaring. It is not a sin to feel infatuated towards a girl or woman, even after your marriage.
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