Wednesday, March 15, 2017

F**** up world

I was on the tube this morning, feeling very tired and sleepy. My watch said I was running terribly late for my first meeting of the day. But I couldn't care less (heard this before? :p). The line to get on the train at the platform was long and I eventually got close to the yellow line meaning I was first to board the next train. There was a lady behind me who kept saying something loudly. I couldn't understand a word and then realised she was speaking in a foreign language. She kept trying to push me on to the train which arrived with a full compartment. With a lot of shoving I was forced to get in with this lady muttering angrily behind me. There was another lady beside me who looked harassed as well. Suddenly the second lady started to shout at the first one saying, who are you to ask me to leave this country. Apparently the first lady was abusing me and the second lady all this time.I was shocked.Ignorance is certainly bliss, but this realisation shocked me. I looked up to see this first lady's face for the first time. She looked like a normal middle aged woman on her way to work. The fact that a human literally standing inches next to me hated me filled me with such disgust. And terror of course. If this was the US, I probably would go around in a bullet proof vest.

Wednesday, March 08, 2017

Monday, March 06, 2017

First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out-- Because I was not a Socialist. Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out-- Because I was not a Trade Unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out-- Because I was not a Jew. Then they came for me-- and there was no one left to speak for me. -Martin Niemoller, pastor, initial supporter of Hitler, concentration camp survivor (1892 - 6 Mar 1984)

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Paani Poori Lips

Occasionally I visit the Tamilian side of London (read East Ham) for things like Vazhathandu or Keerai. Ok I am kidding, I have no interest in either but P whips out some delicious dishes out of these and so I play along. Anyway there are few things that we do when we visit East Ham. Like having a meal at Saravana Bhavan. I would stuff myself with a chilli parota even if I had just polished off my lunch. Why waste an opportunity? The other is checking out the CD collection. Since we do not watch any Tamil channels here I have no idea about the latest songs and I buy random CDs titled- Latest 2016 collection. Every time, literally, I find that there is only a song or sometimes two which are good in the whole collection. Since it costs a pound and so I don't mind this otherwise Pagal Kollai. However some songs start to grow on you. Like this one- Mutham kudutha Maayakari from the movie Trisha Illana.. I had no clue which movie this song belonged to nor who the actors were. The lyrics were easy and the tune was catchy. Soon Z caught on and started singing alongside. One thing I love is to hear is him singing Tamil/ Hindi songs. He refuses to speak these languages and so when he instead sings, I am happy. Anyway we have been listening to this song for weeks now and last evening Z asks me, can we watch the video of this song please? I was like, of course that will be fun. And we watched it. To say I was shocked is an understatement. The video was so crude and distasteful that I quickly shut it up. I wonder how these songs are approved for public consumption? Disgusting is the word. Just watch it and you will understand.

Monday, February 20, 2017

Monday, January 23, 2017

A Purple Sea

There is so much going on at Marina at the moment and for the last 10 days. I hear R J Balaji's spirited talk and it makes me happy that there is someone genuinely concerned about the welfare of the state and has a large fan following. A revolution begins, I sense thousands of miles away. But a revolution without proper focus can lead to untoward incidents which in turn makes people blame the folks with the right intentions. Such a shame when people suffer to talk part in such protests and then some miscreants drop in at the last minute and it all goes down the drain.

For some reason Ambai's 'Vasayu' (Age) comes to mind when I think of my Chennai and this drive for revolution. I pray hard nothing changes of my beloved city and it retains all of its original flavour. Where ever I am, I still belong to you.

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Karuppu kan poona

Z speaks to me when I am at work and tells me he misses me. Anytime now, my heart is going to burst.