The kiss that you blow,
The peck that you plant,
The smile with which you charm,
And thoroughly enchant,

Your angelic language,
And the bewitching talk,
Your adorable crawl,
And the cherubic walk,

The hugs that you hug,
The excitement in your claps,
The softness of your butt,
And the way you wet my lap,

The gentlest of caress, that
Your tender fingers give,
The trouble-free, unpolluted life,
That you always seem to live,

The innocence that gleams,
In the corner of your eyes,
The questions you ask,
That take me by surprise,

The sweetest things you say,
The cutest things you do,
Are just few reasons why,
I completely adore you.

- Somu

Personifying truth,
you inspired the disloyal.
Practicing simplicity,
you governed the affluent.
Advocating Satyagraha,
you suffered for a cause.
Exemplifying self-reliance,
you uplifted the dependents.
Demonstrating selflessness,
you preached the self-centered.
Carrying a vision,
you bound the masses.
Instilling a purpose,
you led your countrymen.
Implanting unity,
you ousted the Britishers.
Epitomizing peace,
you liberated the nation.
Being a Mahatma,
you still live in all of us.

Happy Birthday (A little advanced though)

A blast from the past - Written on 1/Oct/2004
Barfi  - The oscar choice
I feel the Indian oscar committee has always had a distorted view of which movie should represent India and which should not. In all these years, only three movies made it to the top five and that speaks a lot about their judgement.

The disappointment on the choice of Barfi (not because the movie is not oscar worthy, but because it is lifted in parts) should only be directed towards the deciding authorities and not on the film maker who has all the while been open about drawing inspirations. 

Anurag Basu has a point when he says that the alleged inspiration / plagiarism would have not come to light if not for his blatant interviews (much before the release of the movie) citing those specific inspirations.

There is a reason why movies like Vazhakku En or any other movie with a strong Indian flavor should be the frontrunners for Oscar. These are movies that draw inspiration from real life instances that no world cinema would have ever portrayed.

Ok. Am a crazy fan on Illayaraja. Even in the era of AR Rehman, IR's songs have not lost its sheen to me. The long drives and the lonely nights in the company of his melodies always enthrall and entertain me.

And so, NEP was something I have been looking forward to. IR, joining hands with Gautham Menon, is sure to spin some mesmerizing music. Or so I thought. 

Now, after few times of listening to the songs, I can either pretend to LOOOOOVE the songs just for the IR factor, or accept the truth and move on. That is not to deny that the music is good. Just good it is. The teaser featuring Neethaane en Pon Vasantham or the Kanmani Anbodu scores only seem like a marketing gimmick. It created an  anticipation in the kind of music that would eventually be rendered. Unfortunately, I do not know if the album was able to meet the hype that was always surrounding it. But for sure I can say that it did not meet my expectations.

P.S. If there was any music director who should have never ventured into singing, it is Yuan Shankar Raja. And Not sure why GVM would insist on featuring him. That was suicidal.
You go to an individual’s wall and wish him / her a very Happy Birthday. I equate it to giving the Birthday baby a personal call. Or walking into his / her  home and making a wish. Then why in this world do some folks respond at the end of the day with a very generic, “Thanks to everyone who made my day with your wishes”.

It is like standing in the street and screaming thank you, hoping it reaches everyone that made a wish. In the pre-Facebook era, it was a common bcc mail that thanks everyone in one shot.

When you get a call, you thank them on the phone. When you are wished in person, you thank them on the face. Then why can you not write personal thank you comments when the wish is on your Facebook wall ? When the wish is personal, I cannot figure out why you are so lazy and lethargic to respond with an impersonal broadcast.

We were freed from the clutches of the Whites,
yet are shackled by the menace of corruption.
We were liberated from the law of the British,
yet are restrained by the reign of dirty politics.

We have been released from the rule of the company,
yet are imprisoned by the ideals of our moral police.
We were rescued from the evils of imperial authority,
yet are being hounded by the ills of communal riots.

We were cut loose from the harms of the Englishmen,
yet are rampantly endangered by rape and harassment.
We were unchained from the malice of foreign oppression,
yet are handcuffed by the spite of local discrimination.

The peace and quiet that comes with freedom is long lost.
The common man is on a running spree, chased by
bribery, sleaze, poverty, gender bias, inequality, violence and more -
All new-age oppressors in disguise.

What did we really win our independence from, I ask?
Is it just from the monstrosities inflicted upon us by the British regime?
Then it is about time, to redefine and re-establish,
the true essence of what independence means in today’s India.
Until then, August 15th will merely remain to be
another day off from work in my calendar.

(Written for an organization wide competition on the same topic)