poem of monsoon

Rains are like poems of nature wrapped in nostalgia as they bring the warmth of the earth to meld with the pregnant clouds
The aroma of the soil mingles with the wetness of the air and tingles our senses like the caress of a cool wind .
Come June and the sky darkens blotting the summer and its harsh sunlight ,spraying drops of rain touch us with thier delicate fingers leaving wet kisses while heralding the downpours with lightening and thunderous fireworks .
Dripping children wearing new uniforms trudging to their schools with heavily laden bags under colourful umbrellas from a picture post card of the monsoon .
Their gay laughters rise above the din of the spattering rains as they splosh through the water laden roads .Motor vehicles splatter them as they speed along the potholed roads .
The incessant rains drum relentlessly and their sounds are like background scores in the monsoon opera
The canopy of trees laden with water hang heavily to drip their diamond drops like with incessant regularity
Scattering insects ,wailing frogs ,chirping birds and flittering butterflies form the chorus to cheer the rains
The country is swathed liberally by the colour of green ,the paddy fields lie filled with muddy water ,swirling eddies mark flowing rivers ,laden ponds and filled wells mark its bounties
The mind is liberated in a sense of joy and jubilation as exitement harbringes the coming rains
The rains play hide and seek with the sun as both appear and disappear at their will conning men and women to venture into their warmths
by harimohan

shivaji the boss review of movie

Tamil films of MGR and Rajanikanth are known for thier first few shows ,it is an achievement when someone manages to see them ,with all the hyphe behind the latest blockbuster of the aging style king rajini getting into the first few shows even in relatively less turbulent cities like Kochi was a challenge .
Right contacts made us do just that and we saw the great movie of the century with an eighty crore budget ,labelled as the sixtieth year production of AVM productions who have been legendary in tamil tinselworld .
Above all it was a personal triumph for a fading superstar who commanded an astronomical sum of rupees twenty crores for this magnum opus .
For this money he wore not less than twenty wigs ,cavorted with a heroine who could be his grandaughter ,while blasting the villains in slow motion with superhuman computer generated stunts ,leaving his trade mark style statements and adding more to the kitty of such examples for his fans to hoarde and imitate .
But the man is talented ,of this there is no doubt for he takes you into the fantasy he enacts with such verve and elan that you forget your nitty gritties and escape into that cloud of pleasure that true entertainment brings .
Glimpses of a young and agile rajini of yesteryears make repeated appearances as he is groomed by imported French make up artistes ,mumbai based fashion designers and crystal clear picture clarity because of the excellent and state of the art digital photgraphy .
he is an excellent actor too in comedy scenes and his timing is perfect ( he could be used in so many character and comedy roles by good directors )his imitating shivaji ganesan MGR and kamalhassan in a song is just wonderful .
the songs are creativity shankar style with the tunes of A.R.Rahman ( but for one or two the rest needs to get used to as is usual with rehmans ),wonderful out of the world sets of Thotta tharani and fast stunts complete the picture .
The story is vintage Shankar who always packed a message with his films and made them a sucess too by sugar coating them .
Here too rajini is a rich software NRI who descend on the country with visions of free education and healthcare with his crores to th needy but soon finds things here arent so hunky dory and the country reeks of corruption ,he goes along only to be stumped by ace villain Suman ( he used to a dancing hero in the past and served a prison sentence for alleged offnces ) ,the later half finds our hero returing monte carlo isthyle with a bald head and acieving his visoin and destroying the evil .
Do see the movie but do keep away your prejudices and rationality in the cold stroage for three hours while you enjoy ........stylu styluthan rajini styluthan

my uncle

Major V.K.Nair is my uncle ,he was fondly called kunhikannan amamma which meant the” little eyed kannan uncle approximately .”
In my young days he was “Dubaimamma .”to us children as he lived and worked across the seas in the Middle East.
Those days Dubai was not infested with Malayalee expatriates nor was it a posh smart city as it is today.
It was all deserts, sheiks and camels and life was tough.
But uncle was a man who rose to challenges and he was like water in fish there, probably one of the earliest malayalees in Sharjah his stars rose with the city and soon he was one of the rarest persons owning a villa in the desert kingdom and on back patting terms with the local sheiks.
Uncle was always a whiz kid and stories of his naughty acts are abound in our family, how he used to palm off hoarded small currencies from amnesic uncles and spend it on fireworks to give the scare to errant headmasters.
He was a mischievous imp and the grand master of the joint family veliyamamma V.G.Nair textile engineer from U.K. sharpened his canes on kannans fleshy posteriors.
In college too he was his true self, once when a student came with a shaved head due to some vow and a lecturer ridiculed him Kannan the leader saw to it that the whole class including himself had shaved scalps and dared the lecturer to make sarcastic remarks, he was promptly bundled out of the college after this valorous act ..
Veliyamamma siphoned him off to his nephew in Bombay ,kuttamamma and told him to have a special eye on this grand nephew of his who spelt trouble with a capital T .
In no time kannan became a bombay natural and with his Goan friend Godfrey had a whale of a time.
Smartly decked they would visit restaurants and appease their massive hunger pangs, while one of them walked out nonchalantly the other would saunter behind looking for his friend and his wallet, they talked their way out of many tight situations with the ease of professional conmen and had their fun.
College in between this busy schedule was the last option and soon the principal confronted my uncle and asked him why he was absent for past few days, without batting an eyelid Kanan said his uncle expired, the principal who knew the uncle felt very sad and consoled him and asked him to take his time to come back to college.
The fun came when principal met Kannans uncle in the market, and as he didn’t believe in ghosts but did believe in the existence of lying students he narrated the whole story to an infuriated uncle.
Kannan was ticked off in royal style at home.
He just disappeared, none knew where he went ,my grandmother arrived in Bombay and the uncle was blamed by all for being so bad to the poor little boy who sleeked solace with him!
Months flew and none knew where Kanan was, Bombay was searched and so were surrounding cities, astrologers lined up in thekkepat kovialkkam with their solutions and grandmother was inconsolable.
On e fine day with the rains came the postman bearing happy news from Kannnn in
Dubai!
Yes he had befriended a sheik visiting Bombay and accompanied him back and got a small job, slowly steadily he studied , rose in stature and became the major in administrative wing of the British army stationed there and later on in Sharjah s forces.
He got married ,got children and helped so many in his native place, and filled the coffers of temples.
Years flew and a seventy -year-old uncle settled down at Manjeri with my aunt, he dived deep into the local temple affairs and led an active life.
He used to love eating good food, so it was sad when he got a sickness which denied him that , slowly he lost weight as he went through the surgery and treatment that followed but his spirits never died, he used to drive his quails for long distances, jog whenever possible,
he had a wonderful and neat way of cataloging and classifying, he took many photographs of places he visited and kept meticulously dated albums, he bought a computer, read books and was full of life till his end which took him away from all of us suddenly but surely
this is in memory of my dear Kunhikanamamma .

Harimohan

Splitting to Survive :

Gujjars and Meenas are now known to all Indians for thier great clash of caste and clans.
Hinduism is rife with fissures of caste and driven by rituals and rigours .
Its core strangely is the antithesis of divisions and speaks of unity among all lving beings and the divine !
The acharyas and swamijis of this great religion should descend from thier lofty perches and educate thier subjects on the evils of caste and symbolic rituals.
Illitracy is an appropriate tool for the proponents of divisive drives as literacy is always the light at the end of the tunnel .
The hungry politician feeds on divisions to survive in secularism .
Reservations are a handy weapon to thier end .
Perpetuating casteism is the formula of thier sucess .
Caste conundrums and mandal reports are thier chankyan retort to majority unity .
When will the aam aadmi of our poor sodden country realise that they are being taken for a ride by thier leaders spiritual and political ?
when will they understand that they are being sacrificied like flies at thier altar of selfishness ?
When will we get a swami vivekananda to drum some sense into this lunatic asylum of our country ?
Can we look towards gen next for an answer ?