Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Friends forever

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,


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…"


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…@#$%