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The Curious case of Censorship

noreply@blogger.com (Krishna) — Mon, 20 Feb 2012 13:29:00 +0000

I take no responsibility whatsoever for any so called obnoxious feelings which may arise while reading this post. 18+ only. Reading Blogs is injurious to Cerebrum.

The Censor B***d has always been a puzzle to me for its acts, for filmmakers it’s a devil and for viewers it’s a soft target. Passion of a filmmaker can only be understood by filmmakers, the infatuation for movies can only be explained by movie-buffs and the burden of social responsibility for making our society cleaner and evil-free can only be understood by them.

Let’s go back into History. Freedom of Expression was a risky business for all the governments and Indira Gandhi was petrified by it, suppressing the freedom of Expression by Govt is nothing new but the suppression of it by institutions is the most dangerous practice. The inception of such ideas with respect to our country points to our Desi Comrades – The curriculum in history text books is the best example, where Karl Marx is suffocated in 42 lines and their own Swami Vivekananda is liberated in 2 lines.

Pran, Kishore Kumar etc… were some celebrities who verbally opposed the emergency imposed by Indira Gandhi and the result of it is the discrimination and suppression of speech adopted by the govt. A song in which he praises Vajpayee, Morarji Desai, Advani and Jayaprakash Narayan was banned. In those days, Doordarshan was the only channel and the government planned to keep the common man in their homes by telecasting the film ‘Bobby’ but the people found the speeches of Jayaprakash Narayan more captivating. Let’s get back to the Censor B***d.

Do you remember that Anurag Kashyap’s ‘Paanch’ did not get a green signal from the Censor B***d, the reason behind it is said to be that ‘Paanch’ was not in good taste, I am compelled to ask this question ‘How does the scene where a hero f***s on a lady becomes tasteful?’

A truck dumps dead bodies into a graveyard for a burial, the scene finds no objection from anyone, because it’s an art film and it’s a secular film and very importantly it’s was directed by Nandita Das and if you get inspired from this scene and try to emulate it with the ethnic cleansing of a communal society due to unfortunate circumstances then you will be termed as some *******vadi. Sharmila Tagore says that India is not ready for watching Lars von Trier’s film ‘Antichrist ‘ and I wonder what is India ready for? Is India ready to watch ‘Sita sings the Blues?’

Dev.D gets a ‘A’ certificate from the Censor Board and national awardS film ‘Fashion’ does not get a ‘A’ certificate. How come Raj Kapoor’s film ‘Satyam Shivam Sundaram’ was allowed when we can see *-----------------* of Zeenat Aman? or in ‘Ram Teri Ganga Maili’ where he inoculates euphemistic passion into male cinegoers. May be I am racist, but still I have to ask this question ‘Would I be termed as racist if I write a song which sounds similar to “hum kale hain to kya hua dilwale hai”?’

The king of some wood makes a superhero film which has managed to get a U certificate contains numerous references to c****h and an under 14 boy finds c****m a funny word with reference to regional word. The film ‘Rockstar’ is a very special case, the Tibetian flag has given a lot of headache to the Censor B***d and at the same time the protagonist shows _|_ finger in the film which is not blurred. This case of suppression by Censor B***d only make my suspicions stronger.

As we are now talking about making some part of the screen as blurred, let’s talk about Smoking. Remember this?

The right of the below image is the stamp released by U.S.Postal Service in honor of Bette Davis, what an irony – it’s an honor or a dishonor?

S.V.Ranga Rao, the greatest actor Telugu film industry ever produced was a brand ambassador for Berkley cigarettes. Can you imagine the fuss that would be created by media and other bullshit organization if any of the contemporary stars endorse a cigarette or alcohol brand?

Recently Smoking is censored in films and one of the reasons behind it is that children get spoiled and get attracted to smoking if they watch actors smoking on screens. With the limited knowledge I have, I can say that when children are asked not a do a particular thing then they definitely do it and the same can be applied with blurring of smoking in films I guess.

Censor B***d has recommended no to show disabled people in films as it may offend their feelings, does the disable people need such pity from the censor b***d? And how does one portray Shakuni of Mahabharatha? Or is it communal to talk about Mahabharatha?

You can’t use words like Ni amma, Ni ayya etc... in telugu films anymore, I seriously don’t understand the reasons behind such rules, or is it a conspiracy by someone? Are telugu film goers lollipop guys whose innocence will be lost when they hear such uncommon words in films? Decade ago many films in support of Naxalism and Peoples War Group (PWG) were released in Andhra Pradesh, I wonder if Censor B***d has felt any responsibility when these films were allowed to be released?

The F is beeped, the two B words are beeped so some filmmakers find different ways to express their feelings, for example Brahmanandam says ‘What the Frock?’ and the comparison to today’s women with those of the golden age with size of *****.

Ram Gopal Varma may act as if he doesn’t know what politics is about but he is the only director who knows what politics is about, the clever portrayal of politicians-Gunda nexus in ‘Gaayam’, the edifying ‘Raktha Charitra’ etc… there was a case where a certain caste was offended with the film ‘Raktha Charitra’ as their caste was being labeled as something and recently ‘Bezawada Rowdilu’ later the title was changed to ‘Bezawada’ where a song makes caste references and individuals in a smart way. Sometimes the censor b***d does it job neatly but the government’s need to grab some mileage out of something, the same happened with ‘Aarakshan’ where some state governments banned the film even without watching it.

The hypocrisy in the society is unbearable, the news channels who show the tapes of some swamy was doing something he wished without force in privacy were shown in a bad light and the same channels show the photo-shoot of calendar girls and recently the porngate as termed by media. If internet is censored by the will of a 0 Idiot and you can’t find what you are searching for then switch on the news channels, these days they show some masala stuff and the best part is its legal.

Our right to hypocrisy to impress society has leaped levels where one would deny their own existence with no shame whatsoever.

Love Hurts

noreply@blogger.com (Krishna) — Wed, 15 Feb 2012 13:14:00 +0000

నేరం నాది కాదు, నీది, నరకయాతన నీది కాదు, నాది,

మనసు గాయం మాసి పోదు మదిని వీడి వెళ్ళిపోదు,
నిన్నలోని నిరీక్షన, కన్నీరై కరిగిన క్షణాన,
మనసు గాయం లోతు ఎంతో గుండె అడుగునున్న ఆ కన్నీటినడగాలి.

స్వేచ్చగా వచ్చి నా తలుపు తట్టి వచ్చి చేరిపోయావు,

వెళ్తూ వెళ్తూ స్వఛ్ఛమైన నా గుండె గుడిని మార్చేసావు,
నీతో ఉన్న నిన్నటి ఆ తీపి క్షణం, తలుచుకోలేను మరే క్షణం.

మనసంటే అద్దం అంటారు ముక్కలైతే అతకదంటారు,

నీకోసం పేర్చా ప్రతీ సారీ విరిగిన వెంటనే, నీ కొసం,
గుచ్చుకున్న గాజు భాధంతా గుండెల్లో దాచి,
నిలబడ్డా ప్రతీ సారీ నీ బొమ్మ చుడాలని, ఆ అద్దంలో.

ప్రతి మాటా ప్రతి పలుకు గాలి లో కలవచ్చు కానీ,

మద్యలో అవి తాకిన మది తలుపులు, పదిలం చెశాయి నీ ప్రతి మాటా,
వస్తావో వెళ్తావో వుంటావూ వీడతావో,
నిర్ణయం నాది కాదు, నీది, యాతన నీది కాదు, నాది.

-- మీ సాయి కార్తీక్

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neram naadi kaadu, needi, narakayatana needi kaadu, naadi,

manasu gayam maasi podu madini veedi vellipodu,
ninnaloni nirikshana, kanneerai karigina kshanana,
manasu gayam lothu enthoo gunde adugununna aa kanneeti nadagali.

swechagaa vachi naa talupu tatti vachchi cheripoyavu,

velthu velthu swachamaina naa gunde gudini maarchesaavu,
neeto unna ninnati aa teepi kshanam, taluchukolenu mare kshanam.

manasante addam antaaru mukklaithee athakadantaru,

neekosam perchaa prati saari virigina ventanee, nee kosam,
guchukunna gaaju badhantaa gundello daachi,
nilabaddaa prati saari nee bomma chudalani, aa addam lo.

prati maata prati paluku gali lo kalavachu kaani,

madhayalo avi taakina madi talupulu, padilam chesaayi nee prati maataa,
vastaavoo veltaavoo vuntaavoo veedataavo,
nirnayam naadi kaadu, needi, yaatana needi kaadu, naadi.

By,

Sai Karthik Parachi.

Happy Pongal !! Who is happy ??

noreply@blogger.com (Krishna) — Sun, 15 Jan 2012 08:36:00 +0000

The pretext of this article is the feelings of many Indians like me, who are not very happy with this pongal. Let me draw a line and tell you that I am not writing this article in disdain.

Pongal, Makar Sankranti, Songkran, Thingyan, Maghi called out with many names all over South Asia. Out of many traditional folklores circulating in India, let me choose first, ichha mrityu(death at will) of Bhishma who left his mortal coil on this day. Other being, Makar sankranthi which marks the ‘day’ of gods, and it is believed all auspicious things will be done during this six month period (Uttarayana).The other reason is to celebrate the yields of abundant harvest during this time of the year in India. Whatever reason may be, it is one of the festivals of our Indian culture. My moot point is about the harvest and producers of that harvest – farmers.

The current population of world is around 700 crore, it is estimated by 2050 the population will cross 900 crore. These poor farmers have to increase the production by 70% to meet the future demands. India’s current population as estimated in 2010 census is 1.22 billion. India along with Brazil, China forms formidable group of nations that supply food to the world, while India’s contribution is abysmally low of 11.7% (2003), a drop of 6.5% (18.2 in 1999). The reason being, India as second most populous nation in the world, production – consumption = surplus, is what goes into exports.

The reason one could assume is due to rapid industrial changes, privatization post liberalization of 1991, but, one is not to be baffled by the fact that the seeds to kill agriculture are sown during the First Five year plan. Since then, there are enormous concessions given for industrial growth. In India 60% of the population still lives in villages, out which 85% are below poverty line. By sector wise calculation it contributes 18.5% our GDP. Agriculture is an un-organized sector, unlike Industrial sector or Services sector, which does not remit taxes, like the organized sector does. But the population which depends on it, the economy they generate right from the tooth paste they purchase to the pesticide they use (on field – off field for suicides), is what unseen and unknown. Remember Anniyan/Aparichit/Aparichutudu, the small amounts spent by these larger chunk of population is so substantial, that which drives the organized sector, India as a whole. If any subsidies are to be given to farmers, including the loan waiver, it is done at the behest of tax payer’s money.

Is the government so deaf to all these things? One may ask.

Agriculture is cursed by government ineffectiveness, right from availability of loan, to, availability of subsidized seeds, pesticides, to, bringing harvest to market, to, Minimum support price of harvest. A farmer is ruthlessly robbed everywhere. Adding to the endless woes, the Natural disasters, incessant rains, floods, cyclones, tsunami’s, thane’s what not? A farmer after braving so many odds is filling our plate with his flesh, blood, sweat. In return, what they get is a bottleful of pesticide, to lay their soul rest in peace.

There have been very little reforms that are done in agricultural sector, like Insurance to crops, Subsidies to farmers, Increase in petty Minimum support prices. But, when compared to the concessions given to other sectors this is minimal and not good enough. If such reforms were successful, there wouldn’t have been 2, 56,910 farmer suicides, between 1995-2010.
There have been many commissions and reports like, Professor Dandekar report, MS Swaminathan report, many which have not been tabled in parliament , even if tabled never implemented.

Demographically the advantage of India is high number of youth in 15-35 year bracket. This could be a challenge if they are entirely concentrated on services sector. So the onus lies in creating awareness among youth – constituting 40% of total population – to venture into agriculture. It can only be done by making agriculture profitable. Once profitable, agriculture, like any sector will thrive, not only this pongal, every pongal will be a joyous to our farmer brothers.

- Sai Karthik

"Bachelor భాధలు "

noreply@blogger.com (Krishna) — Thu, 08 Dec 2011 16:11:00 +0000

బ్రమ్హచారి భాధలు భగవంతుడికి కూడా అర్థం కావు,

అర్థరహిత అభ్యంతరాలతో ఇల్లు ఇవ్వడంతో మొదలై,

అనుమానాల అవమానాల చూపులు వెంటాదే బాకులౌతయి ,

కొంపతీసి Software అన్నావో రెట్టింపైయ్యే Rent ల తో,

అడ్డంగా దోచేసే Advance లు ఛీ ఏందుకీ జీవితం అనిపిస్తాయి.

కష్టపడి నష్టపోయి ఇల్లు అద్దెకు దిగాక మొదలౌతుంది మరోచరిత్ర,

శుభ్రం కిలోమీటరు దూరంలో, అశుభ్రాన్ని అంటిపెట్టుకుని జీవిస్తారు,

ఉతకని బట్టల గుట్టలు, రోజూ పూసే Scent లు, కట్టని కరెంటు Bill లు,

ఎప్పుడొస్తాయో తెలియని నీళ్ళు, మరిగిపోయాక గుర్తుకువచ్చే పాలు,

గుడిముందుకన్నా ఎక్కువగా గందరగోళంగా గంపెడు చెప్పులు.

ఎవడూ కడగక వదిలేసి విసిరేసి అనాథలై ఎదురుచూసే అంట్లు,

పోనీ కష్టపడదామంటే శుభ్రం చేద్దామంటే ఒంగని ఒళ్ళు,

వారం మొత్తం దొబ్బిచుకోని, రెండ్రోజులు పడుకుందామంటే, పనా?

నువ్వంటే నువ్వని ఒకరికొకరు జాలిగా చుసే బేలచుపుల మధ్య Sunday సమాప్తం,

Monday మళ్ళీ మొదలు వారం తో వైరం, సాగే జీవన ప్రయాణం, బ్రమ్హచారి బతుకు దుర్భరం.

-- మీ సాయి కార్తీక్

"మానవ వలయాలు"

noreply@blogger.com (Krishna) — Wed, 07 Dec 2011 17:25:00 +0000

మానవ సంభంధాలు విష వలయాలు,
నీటి బుడగ అంటారు కాని జీవితపు అంతాలు అవి,
ఎక్కడో వర్షించే మేఘం ఓ నీటి బిందువైతే,
వేల బిందువుల కలయిక ఓ నీటి ప్రవాహమై ముంచెత్తుతుంది.

ఓ ఎడారిలోని ఇసుకరేణువు నీవై ఈ ప్రపంచంలో అడుగిడి,
అనంత రేణువుల్లో అర్థంకాని అంతుబట్టని ఓరాయివిమాత్రమే,
నీ ప్రక్కనున్న ఇసుక రాళ్ళతో పోల్చుకోని తేడాతెలియక తికమక పడతావు,
ఏముంది తేడా, నీలాంటి మరో రాయితో కలిసిన జీవనయానం నీది.

ఆది అంతం లేని ఈ ప్రపంచ పోకడలో పొంతన లేని కోరికలతో,
తీరని ఆశలతో తీర్చలేని భాధలు తనివితీరా అనుభవిస్తూ,
కర్మ అని సర్దుకుని కాసేపు, విధిని వెక్కిరించి కాసేపు, నీ తప్పేంలేదని నవ్వుకుంటావు,
అద్దంలో కనపడేది నీ మొహమే, కాదా? నీ పరిస్థితికి అద్దం నీ మొహమే, కాదా?

అన్నింటికి భాద్యుడివి నువ్వు నీలాంటి నీవాళ్ళు,
నువ్వు నీవాళ్ళు ఏర్పరుచుకున్న విషవలయాలు,
అవే మానవ వలయాలు, ఆశల విలయాలు, ఆగని ప్రళయాలు!!

-- మీ సాయి కార్తీక్

రాధాక్రిష్ణం - సుమనోహరం

noreply@blogger.com (Krishna) — Sun, 27 Nov 2011 16:19:00 +0000

నింగి చేరిన నిశీధిని తడిమిన నెలవంక,

నలుకచెందిన కన్నులతో నింగి చూస్తున్న,రాధమ్మ,

తడిసిన చూపులు తన రాజుని మసకబారుస్తాయేమోని,

తుడిచినంతనే మళ్ళీ తలపులతో నింపుకుని తలవంచిన,రాధమ్మ,

రేరాజులో తన రాజు మోముని, రాతిరిలో ఆ నల్లనయ్యని చూస్తూ,

ద్వారం దగ్గర దాక్కోని దొంగలా మెల్లగా వస్తున్న, క్రిష్ణయ్య,

పసిగట్టి పలుకకుండా పొన్న చెట్టు నీడన కూచుంది, రాధ.

ఐమూలగా కన్నయ్య తనదాకా వచ్చేవరకు వేచిచుస్తూ,

వచ్చిన వెంటనే ఓ పూవులా ఆ పద్మనాభుని పాదం చేరి,

మెల్లగా ఎత్తుకుని హత్తుకున్న హరి హ్రుదయం చేరి,

నల్లని రాతిరిలో, చలువైన చందమామ కింద, చుక్కల చాటున,

ఆరధ్యంతో ఆ రాధ, తన్మయత్వంలో తన తనువుని మర్చిపోయి,

నల్లనయ్య ఒడిలో చేరిన ఆ ద్రుశ్య కావ్యం,

అనంతాత్ముడైన ఆ అతిరథుని ఆలింగన ద్రుశ్యం,

అద్భుతం అత్యత్భుతం అనంతాత్భుతం...

-- మీ సాయి కార్తీక్
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ningi chErin niSIdhini taDimina nelavanka,
nalukachendina kannulatO ningi chUstunna,raadhamma,
taDisina chUpulu tana raajuni masakabaarustaayEmOni,
tuDichinantanE maLLI talapulatO nimpukuni talavanchina,raadhamma,
rEraajulO tana raju mOmuni, raatirilO aa nallanayyani chUstU,
dwaaram daggara daakkOni dongalaa mellagaa vastunna, krishNayya,
pasigaTTi palukakunDaa ponna cheTTu neeDana kUchundi, raadha.
aimUlagaa kannayya tanadaakaa vachchEvaraku vEchichustU,
vachchina ventanE O puvulaa A padmanaabhuni paadam chEri,
mellagaa ettukuni hattukunna hari hrudayam chEri,
nallani raatirilO, chaluvaina chandamaama kinda, chukkala chaaTuna,
aaradhyamtO aa raadha, tanmayatvamlO tana tanuvuni marchipOyi,
nallanayya oDilO chErina aa druSya kaavyam,
anantaatmuDaina aa atirathuni aalingana druSyam,
adbhutam atyatbhutam anantaatbhutam...

-- మీ సాయి కార్తీక్

Ayn Rand, Friedrich Nietzsche and Liberalism

noreply@blogger.com (Krishna) — Fri, 25 Nov 2011 09:36:00 +0000

There has always been a case on how to encounter genuine hypocrisy right from the start of ideological dissection of politics which can be traced back to 1900’s. The highly touted egalitarian activisms and the bigoted collectivisms are the insignias of this century. The intellectual fraud is an ablution of a particular sect, whose ideological inclination has been derived from their anti-Bourgeoisie views and has been extended into various other fields of community. The legacy of intellectual fraud is successfully carried forward by the liberals, one should not take the de facto meaning of the words ‘Liberals’, ‘Liberalism’, ‘Libertarian’ etc.. as they are used in this article with respect to their ugly repercussions which they have made in the course of our history. It’s quite obvious that the world needed something more prudent and ingenuous ideologies to hinder the spreading immorality of these vicious thoughts.

Cold War is always an important chapter in any history text book, because it has tilted and questioned the existing ideological morals. Some feared, some celebrated and some contemplated when an ideology was on the verge of extinction but very few knew that there was a backup created to accommodate the evil which was about to become extinct in a different form. This parasite has embedded itself into many other forms of ideology and very often successfully masks itself to achieve its goals. It’s quite an intriguing question for most laymen of political science on “why does a certain clique of people need a mask to propagate their ideologies?” To give an adequate answer to the previous question, allow me to quote this insightful dialogue from Sidney Sheldon’s book ‘The Other Side of Midnight’

“Whores did not change the course of history, courtesans did”

If you do not agree with the above dialogue then the presence of your eyes and brain is not needed for the rest of the post (or) if you failed to comprehend the above dialogue, then I warn you that I provide no direct answers, nor I throw any tricky questions. I will just take you through the views, ideas, situations and perceptions of people who I admire and who have been my virtual philosophical guides.

Ayn Rand and Liberalism.

"Liberalism is epistemological corruption" ~ Ayn Rand

The above quote may come as a shock for many but I see as the best quote on Liberalism in the modern era. She was in her early 20’s when she may have read this stupefying quote ‘GOD is dead’ which would later become a footnote in her philosophy.

Once Upon a time in America and in many other countries, liberals were proud to proclaim themselves as the readers of Ayn Rand works but later they had to twist their tongues to suit themselves. The idea of ideology takes confusing turns in the cerebrum of the young. Example:- There was a friend who is a liberal sophomore and takes a lot of pride in calling himself as liberal and was fine with the philosophy of Ayn Rand with some reservations, he was countered with views on Israel –Palestine, eventually when he found Ayn Rand’s unconditional support to Israel, he stopped saying that he liked Ayn Rand or her philosophy. It’s funny how some instances change people.

“The majority of those who are loosely identified by the term “liberals” are afraid to let themselves discover that what they advocate is statism. They do not want to accept the full meaning of their goal; they want to keep all the advantages and effects of capitalism, while destroying the cause, and they want to establish statism without its necessary effects. They do not want to know or to admit that they are the champions of dictatorship and slavery.”

Ayn Rand, Nietzsche and Feminism.

Feminism is the most disgusting philosophy, it does every naughty thing with the shield of sympathy, later it has found its refugee in Marxism and I need not tell what Marxism has done to this planet. Ayn Rand doesn’t has any pity for the so called neglected gender, she was very skeptical about a woman sitting in the white house and she equated the feminist organizations with gangs and hippies, she accused the elite intellectuals for fostering such retrograding groups. It’s no surprise that the feminists despise Ayn Rand. A left-liberal-feminist-activist (…yes, she is all what I mentioned) once had a bit of an altercation over Dominique Francon, her argument was that ‘Dominique Francon’ was raped by Howard Roark and that’s the root for her hatred against the works of Ayn Rand. Sometimes, I feel that Taslima Nasreen is far better than these dumbs.

The people who write about feminism, female liberty, and freedom of women in India etc… are on the rise. The outbursts of these feminist authors with their irrational generalization by singling out india in particular only makes me smile at the foolishness and very soon Indians will be reading ‘Being an eunuch in India’.

Friedrich Nietzsche is a first class misogynist, his opinions on women are mischievous and alacrity of his views is the most difficult of them to understand.

"The perfect woman indulges in literature just as she indulges in a small sin, as an experiment, in passing, looking around to see if anybody notices it and to make sure that somebody does."

“Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent.”

Ayn Rand and Nietzsche

The enormous influence of Nietzsche on Ayn Rand is very much evident in her works. Ayn Rand’s writing style is drawn from that of Nietzsche (if you trust the geman-english translation of nietzsche’s works) and her thoughts on the ideal man can be compared with that of Nietzsche’s if not with the ‘Superman’. Howard Roark and John Galt may not be the supermans of nietzsche but they run parallel with Nietzsche’s thoughts on man as a heroic being. They both despised Plato and admired Aristotle.

If you are a liberal and an atheist, there are high chances that you like Ayn Rand and Friedrich Nietzsche. Ayn Rand was an atheist but never insisted on debating it but Nietzsche was a darling of Atheism. Rationalism is the crossroads where Ayn Rand and Nietzsche take different paths.

Nietzsche is the ferocious critique of Socrates and ‘reason in philosophy’. In the introduction of the 25th anniversary edition of ‘The Fountainhead’, the following quotation from ‘Beyond Good and Evil’ had originally stood at the head of the book when it was still in manuscript.

"It is not the works, but the belief which is here decisive and determines the order of rank to - employ once more an old religious formula with a new and deeper meaning - it is some fundamental certainty which a noble soul has about itself, something which is not to be sought, is not to be found, and perhaps, also, is not to be lost. The noble soul has reverence for itself. “

She even criticized Nietzsche as an irrtionalist and said that Nietzsche’s magnificent feeling for man's greatness, expressed in emotional, not intellectual terms. This is where I depart from Ayn Rand, her adamant rationalism has made her look everything in terms of reality and failed to detect the beauty of poetic expression which I extend it to many other fields.

Indian Middle Class:

Are the indian middle class liberal? Left liberal? Right liberal? Are they objectivists? Secular Right? Secular Left?

Most of the readers and admirers of Ayn Rand are from India and the substantial books of Ayn Rand find a good market share in India. There is a substantive chunk of people who are hardcore followers of Ayn Rand and innocently call themselves as Liberals. Many of these liberals are unaware of Ayn Rand’s views on Liberals.

“The most timid, frightened, conservative defenders of the status quo are today’s liberals. What they dread to discover is the fact that the intellectual status quo they inherited is bankrupt, that they have no ideological base to stand on and no capacity to construct one. Brought up on the philosophy of Pragmatism, they have been taught that principles are unprovable, impractical or non-existent which has destroyed their ability to integrate ideas, to deal with abstractions, and to see beyond the range of the immediate moment. Abstractions, they claim, are “simplistic” (another anti-concept); myopia is sophisticated. “Don’t polarize!” and “Don’t rock the boat!” are expressions of the same kind of panic.“

“The goal of the “liberals” as it emerges from the record of the past decades was to smuggle this country into welfare statism by means of single, concrete, specific measures, enlarging the power of the government a step at a time, never permitting these steps to be summed up into principles, never permitting their direction to be identified or the basic issue to be named. Thus statism was to come, not by vote or by violence, but by slow rot by a long process of evasion and epistemological corruption, leading to a fait accompli.”

Ayn Rand acknowledged the triumph of the middle class. If any elite group, left intellectual, liberal evangelist is attacking you and ayn rand then it is quite possible that he/she hates the middle class and the guts of the middle class.

“The middle class is the heart, the lifeblood, the energy source of a free, industrial economy, i.e., of capitalism; it did not and cannot exist under any other system; it is the product of upward mobility, incompatible with frozen social castes. Do not ask, therefore, for whom the bell of inflation is tolling; it tolls for you. It is not at the destruction of a handful of the rich that inflation is, but at the middle class.”

Very often I see students from these elite colleges of india trying to push their ideology which has been programmed in them after a successful brainwash. The elite alumni of these universities are seen everywhere - TV studios, newspaper columns, authoring history books etc… they are at their stinking best when they puke their indigestible intellectualism.

“The upper classes are merely a nation’s past; the middle class is its future.”

Liberal Arts:

Indians have the tendency to embrace mediocrity. Valentine’s Day and other phony days are the best examples, recently Halloween day is also celebrated and when it comes to art we have our own mediocrity and hypocrisy. The liberal mafia who were supporting M.F.Hussain and his paintings are a perfect example.

“On a related note, there’s a deeper reason why Hindus are outraged by M.F Hussain’s pictures of Hindu Gods and Goddesses. Hindu art, according to Ananda Coomaraswamy, moves from the impersonal to the personal. For example, if I draw a painting of a mike and say this picture is an artistic representation of the triumph of technology to improve the quality of our lives, it draws absolutely no outrage. On the other hand, if I caption the same picture with something like, this is the penis of my friend Robert’s father, and shows the virile nature of the force behind all creation, what’s your guess how Robert will respond? Given the deeply personal nature of our mythology, Saraswathi and Sita are as much–if not more–our family members as our parents and siblings are: in other words, they are not merely paintings of just any nude female form. It is this that upsets Hindus not mention the way Hussain perverts these mythological tales to create his trashy “art.” And this is also why Hindus aren’t upset with Khajuraho sculptures or for that matter any random nude pictures.”
-Sandeepweb.com

Criticism of Liberals and Lefties:

The old criticism of lefties on ayn rand and her works is that the characters ‘Howard Roark’ and ‘John Galt’ do not exist in real life and the same argument is now a tool for liberals. Let me say that great men are not born from stars, they do not come from earth and they are not manufactured by masses. Great men with vision are self-made. Steve Jobs is one of the great visionaries, left liberals will not agree but he is a howard roark and he is a john galt and he is a superman who wears a turtleneck shirt.

Lets end this long post with a quote.

“Liberalism turns men into cattle.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

Clarifications:
-I am not an objectivst, but a very great admirer of Ayn rand.
-I revere Friedrich Nietzsche, but do not agree on everything he says.
-I am atheist turned agnostic.

Do not CRY for Steve Jobs

noreply@blogger.com (Krishna) — Wed, 02 Nov 2011 04:47:00 +0000

I am not against people who speak ill of the dead, every human has the right to speak ill of the dead. The fearless independent magazine Tehelka has a mind-blowing article on Steve Jobs, after his death. As always Tehelka has produced a gem of an article and I don’t have enough time to churn nectar from that brilliant article, I just give a tagline to it - #iSuck

Look at the above heartbreaking picture, don’t you feel ashamed if you are one of the tasteless people who cried for Steve Jobs or one of the brainless tweeters who tweeted with the hash tag #iSad or one of pseudo geeks who feel that Steve Jobs was a revolutionary. The picture may break your heart into infinite pieces and makes you repent for the mistake you have committed which is crying for Steve jobs for his death.

We have never shown solidarity, sympathy and pity to all these people who are dying every day. Let me suggest some ablutions which will help you in cleansing your sins.

.Do not eat thrice; just eat once in a day.
.Do not wear clothes, as so many poor people around the world have to live without clothes.
.Do not cry for the rich, cry only for the poor.
.Do not feel sad for the majority, feel sad only for the minority.
.Never speak ill of the minorities, because they are minority.
.Do not use mobile phones etc... Contact people with ‘pigeons’ or some other means of communication as many people around this world cannot afford mobile phones.
.Do not travel by cars, bikes etc... Travel by bullock carts... You know why.
.Do not use internet, you know why and you are caught using it.

Life, An Accident and Death

noreply@blogger.com (Krishna) — Sun, 30 Oct 2011 15:22:00 +0000

చావు పుట్టుకలు తలరాతలు ఏ రాత ఎంతో ఎవరికెరుక,
గీతగీసిన బ్రమ్హయ్యకీ తెలియదు ఆ గీత బారెంతో,
జంగమయ్యకు తెలుసు ఎన్ని రోజులో ఎన్ని మెతుకులో,
జారిపడ్డ నుదుటి బొట్టు ఏ తోబుట్టుకు కన్నీరిచ్చేనో,
తెగిపడ్డ తాళికెరుక మెడకు చుట్టుకున్న మోజెంతో,
నేల తాకిన కన్నీటికెరుక చెదిరిన కల కథ ఎంతో,

చావు పుట్టుకలు కావు చేరాతలు, మార్చి రాసి మాయచేయుటకు,
ఏ దూరమో ఏ తీరమో ఏన్నడూ కలవని ఓ ఎండమావో,
ఈరోజిలా నిన్నింతగా నమిలి నలిపే నీ నుదుటి రాత,
విధివంచన వ్యధపెంచిన వేళ,వెక్కి ఎడ్చిన భాధ తీరునా?
అంతా అంతమే, జీవితాంతమే, అని తెలిసి అలిసిన మనసా,

మిగిలేది బూడిదని భూమిలో చేరునని భోరున ఏడవమన్న, ఆ రాత,
చావు పుట్టుకలు తలరాత, ఏ రాత ఎంతో కొలవకు, కొలిచి కుమలకు....

-- మీ సాయి కార్తీక్

Rambabu, Software Engineer - రాంబాబు, సాఫ్ట్వేర్ ఇంజనీర్

noreply@blogger.com (Krishna) — Thu, 20 Oct 2011 07:44:00 +0000

This post is not written by me, 2 years back this one appeared in my company mail box from a group mail. I felt that i should share this, as this is super hilarious and if you are the creator of this article, please let me know.

రాంబాబు ఈ మధ్యనే ఒక కాలేజీ నుండి తన బీ . టెక్ ( మెకానికల్లో అండోయ్ !) పూర్తి చేసుకుని ఒక కంసల్టెన్సీ ద్వారా బెంగుళూరులో ఒక సాఫ్ట్వేర్ కంపెనీలో ఉద్యోగం సంపాదించాడు . అప్పటిదాకా ఏదో సాదాసీదాగా , మామూల మనిషిలాగా గడిపేసిన రాంబాబు ఈ సఫ్ట్వేర్ కంపెనీలో ఎలాటి పరిస్థితులను ఎదుర్కొంటాడు అన్నదే ఈవేళ్టి నా కథాంశం .

రాంబాబు వెళ్తూనే వాళ్ళ కాలేజీ సీనియర్ అయిన చందుని కలిశాడు . తన హెచ్ . ఆర్ ఓరియంటేషన్ అయ్యాక మళ్ళి కలుద్దమని అనుకున్నారు . రాంబాబు హెచ్ . ఆర్ ఓరియంటేషన్ పూర్తి చేసుకుని వచ్చాడు . చందు రాంబాబును చూస్తూనే " పద బాస్ , ఒక కాఫీ తాగుతూ మాట్లాడుకుందాము ", అన్నాడు . ఇద్దరూ కలిసి కెఫెటీరియాకి వెళ్ళారు . అక్కడ వాళ్ళ మధ్యన సంభాషణ :

రా : ఏంటి , ఇది మెస్సా ?
చ : మెస్సు లాంటిదే , కెఫిటీరియా అంటారు
రా : ఓహో , ఫుల్ మీల్స్ ఎంత , ప్లేట్ మీల్స్ ఎంత ?
చ : ( ఒక్క నిముషం ఖంగు తిని ) ఒరేయ్ బాబు , ఇక్కడ మీల్స్ ఫ్రీరా , నువ్వెంతైనా తినొచ్చు .
రా : ఆహా , మరి పార్సెల్ కూడా చేసుకోవచ్చా ?
చ : లేదు . అది కుదరదు .
రా : ఓహో , కాఫీ ఆర్డర్ ఇచ్చావా ?
చ : ఇక్కడ మనలాంటి వాళ్ళకు ఆర్డర్ చేసేవాళ్ళే కానీ , తీసుకునే వాళ్ళు ఎవ్వరూ ఉండరు . పద , కాఫీ మిషన్ చూపిస్తాను .
( రాంబాబు , చందు ఇద్దరూ కాఫీ తెచ్చుకుంటారు )
రా : ప్చ్ ... ఏమైనా ఫిల్టర్ కాఫీ రుచి లేదురా .
చ : అదీ దొరుకుతుంది . యాభై రూపాయలే .
రా : అబ్బే , నాకు ఫిల్టర్ కాఫీ ఇష్టం ఉండదు . ఊరికెనే పోల్చి చెప్పాను అంతే .
చ : ( వీడికి ఇంకా కుర్రదనం పోలేదు . కాలేజీకి ఎక్కువ , కార్పొరేట్ కి తక్కువ ) ఓహో .

ఇంతలో హెచ్ . ఆర్ అమ్మాయి ఒకామె వచ్చి రాంబాబుని , "How are you doing Rambabu? Do you know PCK already?" అంది . రాంబాబు ఒక విచిత్రమైన నవ్వు నవ్వి ఊరుకున్నాడు . చందు ఆమెతో , "Yes, he is from my alma mater.", అన్నాడు . దానికి ఆ అమ్మాయి , "Oh, that's fantastic. So, you are his buddy then. Do you mind taking him around the office until his manager is available to meet him?", అంది . దానికి చందు , "Oh - sure!", అన్నాడు . ఆమె నవ్వేసి , "See you around Rambabu. Have a great day!", అంది .

ఇది వింటూ పావలాకే పావుకిలో బంగారం దొరికినట్టు రాంబాబు ఒక తన్మయత్వం నిండిన ఎక్స్ప్రెషన్ పెట్టాడు . అది గమనించిన చందు , ఇలాగన్నాడు :
చ : హెల్లో బాసు . ఏమిటి సంగతి ?
రా : అబ్బే , ఏమీ లేదు .
చ : ఏదో ఉండే ఉంటుంది , చెప్పులే !
రా : ఈ అమ్మాయి నాకు పడిపోయింది .
చ : ( ఇది విని పొలమారగా తాగుతున్న కాఫీ మళ్ళి కప్పులోకే ఒంపేసి ) నీకా ఫీలింగ్ ఎందుకు వచ్చింది బాబు ?
రా : చందు , నీకు జీకే తక్కువ అనుకుంటాను . ఒక అమ్మాయి ఒక అబ్బాయి చూసు పదే పదే నవ్వుతూంటే , షేక్ హ్యాండులు ఇచ్చేస్తూ ఉంటే , " మళ్ళీ కలుద్దామని పబ్లిక్ గా " చెప్తూ ఉంటే దాని అర్థం ఏమిటి ?
చ : ఆ అమ్మాయికి ఆల్రెడీ పెళ్ళయ్యి ఉంటే , ఆమెకు ఇద్దరు పిల్లలు ఉంటే , ఆమె అందరినీ అలాగే పలకరిస్తుంటే దానికర్థం ఏమిటి ?
రా : ఆ ?
చ : బాబు , ఇక్కడ అమ్మాయిలు దాదాపు అందరూ ఇలాగే ఉంటూ ఉంటారు . అలాగని వాళ్ళందరూ నిన్ను ప్రేమిస్తున్నారు అని అనుకోకు . దెబ్బైపోతావు .
రా : హా ? హయ్యారే ? ఏమి ఈ పరాభవము . దీని గొంతు పిసకాలి . అవును . ఇంతకీ , ఏదో పిసికే అంటోంది ?
చ : పిసకడమా ?
రా : అదే , " హలో పిసికే " అంది ?
చ : ఓ , ఓహొ , ఓహోహో . పీ . సీ . కే , అవి నా ఇనీషియల్స్ , పి . చంద్రశేఖర కుమార్ .
రా : అలాగా . అదేదో బడ్డీ అంది . అక్కడేమైనా మిరపకాయ బజ్జీలూ అవీ అమ్ముతారా ?
చ : దేవుడా ! బడ్డీ అంటే " స్నేహితుడు " అని అర్థం .
రా : బుడ్డీ అంటే స్నేహితురాలా ?
చ : ఒరేయ్ , నన్ను ఒదిలెయ్యరా బాబు . పద నీకు ఆఫీసు చూపిస్తాను .
రా : ప్లీస్ చెప్పరా ! నువ్వు అదేదో " మటర్ " అన్నావు . ఆలూ మటర్ లాగా అదేమైనా తినుబండారమా ?
చ : వామ్మో , వాయ్యో . నీ వొకాబులరీనీ చింపెయ్య , నీ వోకల్ కార్డ్స్నీ తెంపెయ్య ! " అల్మా మటర్ " అంటే " నేను చదివి కాలేజీ ", అని అర్థం .
రా : పదా ! నిన్ను కాదు , ఆ వెంకటేశ్వర్రావుని తిట్టాలి .
చ : వాడెవడు ?
రా : మా ఇంగ్లీషు లెక్చరర్ . ఏంటొ మామూలుగా నేను చదివిన ఇంగ్లీషులో ఇవన్నీ నేర్పలేదు .

ఇద్దరూ నడుచుకుంటూ ఒక గదిలోకి వెళ్ళారు .

చ : దీనినే రిక్రియేషన్ రూం అంటారు . ఇక్కడ క్యారం బోర్డ్ , ఫూస్ బాల్ లాంటి గేమ్స్ ఆడుకోవచ్చు .
రా : బాగుంది . ఇంతకీ క్రికెట్ ఆడరా ?
చ : అప్పుడప్పుడు టీం అంతా కలిసి వెళ్ళి ఆడుకుంటాము . అది మా మ్యానేజర్ మూడ్ ని బట్టి ఉంటుంది . ఎందుకంటే ఇక్కడ గ్రౌండ్స్ మన ఊళ్ళో లాగా ఫ్రీ కాదు . గ్రౌండ్ బుక్ చెయ్యాలి కదా . దానికి బోళ్ళంత ఖర్చు అవుతుంది .

అలాగ నడుచుకుంటూ మళ్ళీ చందు డెస్క్ దగ్గరకు వచ్చారు .
రా : ఏమిటి ఫోనా ? ఇది ఇక్కడిక్కడే పని చేస్తుందా ? లేకపోతే బయటకు కూడా చెయ్యచ్చా ?
చ : ఎక్కడికైనా చెయ్యచ్చు . నువ్వు ఆఫీసులో ఉన్నప్పుడల్లా దీనిలోనునుండే ఫోన్ చెయ్యి . మనకెందుకు బిల్లు బొక్క ?
రా : ఓకే .
చ : ఇది మినికేఫ్ . ఇక్కడ బిస్కెట్లు , చాక్లెట్లు , కూల్డ్రింక్సు ఉంటాయి .
రా : ఇవి ఇక్కడే తినాలా ? ఇంటికి కూడా పట్టికెళ్ళచ్చా ?
చ : తీసుకెళ్ళాలని ప్రయత్నిస్తే ఇక్కడ కెమేరా ఉంటుంది . అది సెక్యూరిటీ వాళ్ళు చూస్తూ ఉంటారు . నిన్ను పట్టుకుని ఉద్యోగం , నీ పళ్ళు రెండూ ఊడపీకేస్తారు .
రా : ఓహో ! ఇంకా నయం ముందే అడిగాను .
చ : అది నువ్వు అడగటమే అసలు అన్యాయం అనుకో . పద , ఈ మీటింగు రూమ్లోనే మీ మ్యానేజర్తో మీటింగు . అయ్యాక కలుద్దాము .

మ్యానేజర్తో మీటింగు అయ్యాక మన రాంబాబు గుండెల్లో బాంబు పడినంత ఎక్స్ప్రెషన్తో చందు దగ్గరకు వచ్చాడు . అది చూసిన చందు :
చ : ఏమిట్రో ఆ ఫేసు ? మీ మ్యానేజర్ మొదటి రోజే డిజప్పాయింట్ చేశాడా ?
రా : ఏమిటోరా , మా మ్యానేజర్ కి కొంచెం క్రాక్ అనుకుంటాను .
చ : పిచ్చివాడా . అది మ్యానేజర్ అవ్వడానికి రిక్వయిర్మెంటురా . తెల్లకాకులు , నిజాయితీ ఉన్న రాజకీయనాయకులు , సరిగ్గా ఆలోచించే మ్యానేజర్లు ఉండరు .
రా : ఏమోరా . ఏవో పిచ్చి పిచ్చి ప్రశ్నలు అడిగాడు . నాకు ఏదో టెంషన్గా ఉంది .
చ : ఈ టెంషన్ తగ్గాలి అంటే ఒక కాఫీ తాగుతూ మాట్లాడుకుందాము .

ఇద్దరూ వెళ్ళీ కాఫీలు పుచ్చుకుని కెఫిటీరియాలో కూర్చున్నారు . అప్పుడు సంభాషణ :
చ : ఇప్పుడు చెప్పు . అసలు ఏమైంది ?
రా : వస్తూనే , "Hi Rambabu. I am Ramesh Krishnan. I am your manager here.", అన్నాడు . షేఖాండ్ ఇచ్చాడు . ఇక్కడదాక బానే ఉంది .
చ : అప్పుడు
రా : "How is it going?", అన్నాడు . ఆ 'it' ఏమిటో అర్థం కాలేదు .
చ : ( కంగారు పడుతూ ) ఆహా ? మరి నువ్వేం చెప్పావు ?
రా : చాలాసేపు ఆలోచించి , నా తెలివి ఉపయోగించి , "It went down a few months ago. Slowly, it is coming up", అన్నాను .
చ : బాబు , ఒరేయ్ , ఏమిటి నువ్వు చెప్పిన "it"?
రా : చూశావా ? ఒక సంవత్సరం ఎక్స్పీరియంస్ ఉన్న నీకే అర్థం కానిది మొదట్రోజే నన్ను అడిగాడు . ఇట్ అంటే "Information Technology".
చ : ( విని దిమ్మదిరిగి మైండ్ బ్లాక్ అయిపోయింది ). అమ్మబాబోయ్ . అప్పుడు ఏమన్నాడు ?
రా : బాగా నవ్వి , "You are funny", అన్నాడు . ఆ తరువాత , "Do you care for a coffee", అన్నాడు .
చ : దానికి నువ్వేమన్నావు ?
రా : నాకు అర్థం కాలేదు . "Caring for animals", "Caring for environment", "Caring for orphans", ఇవన్నీ విన్నాను కానీ , "Caring for coffee", అని నేనెప్పుడూ వినలేదు .
చ : ఆహా నా రాజా . అప్పుడు ఏమైంది ?
రా : కాఫీ ఎంత పోతే ఎవడికి కావాలిరా ? అందుకే , " నో " అనేశాను .
చ : హమ్మయ్య . అప్పుడేమైంది ?
రా : ఆయన "I do. Let's go to cafeteria and talk", అన్నాడు . వెంటనే వెళ్ళి కాఫీ పుచ్చుకున్నాడు . నేను ఏమైన తక్కువ తిన్నానా ? నేను కూడా తీసుకున్నాను .
చ : ఓహో ! అప్పుడాయనేమన్నాడు ?
రా : "Oh - you felt like taking one?", అన్నాడు . ఎందుకు అన్నడొ అర్థం కాలేదు . నేను లైట్ తీసుకున్నాను . అప్పుడు , "What languages do you know?", అన్నాడు . నేను వెంటనే , "My mothertongue is Telugu. I speak Telangana type, kOstaa type and rayalseema type Telugu also. I know thodasa hindi and english. I learned some words like "vanakkam", "mudiyaadu", "paapom" in Tamil", అన్నాను .
చ : రామచంద్ర !
రా : ఆయనెవడు ?
చ : ఎవరోలే . ఇంతకీ ఆయనేమన్నాడు ?
రా : మళ్ళీ , "You are funny", అన్నాడు . ఈందులో జోకేమిటో నాకు అర్థం కాలేదు . అప్పుడు , "Do you know C?", అన్నాడు . నేను , "I know C. In fact, A to Z", అన్నాను .
చ : ఓహో , మనకు చమత్కారం కూడా ఉందే !
రా : మరేమనుకున్నావు . వెంటనే ఆయనకు కళ్ళూ తిరిగి అర్జునుడు భగవద్గీత వింటున్నప్పుడు కృష్ణుడిని పొగిడినట్లు పొగిడాడు నన్ను .
చ : ఏమనో ?
రా : "Great", అన్నాడు .
చ : ఇంకా ?
రా : అంతే ! మ్యానేజర్ చేత మొదటిరోజే "Great" అనిపించుకున్నాను అంటే నాకు వచ్చే నెల ప్రమోషన్ కూడా వచ్చేస్తుందేమో !
చ : వస్తుంది . నీ ఎమోషన్ చూస్తుంటే నాకు మోషన్స్ వస్తున్నాయి ముందు .
రా : చాల్లే వెటకారం . నీ జూనియర్ని అప్పుడే కంపెనీలో పేరు తెచ్చేసుకుంటున్నాను అని కోపమా ?
చ : అదే అనుకో ! ఆ తరువాత ఏమైంది ?
రా : అప్పుడు , "Did you search for a place to stay?", అన్నాడు . నేను , "I started searching", అన్నాను . దానికి , "How is it coming along?", అన్నాడు . అదేదో , అతిమూత్రవ్యధిగ్రస్తుణ్ణి డాక్టర్ అడిగినట్లు , " అదెలా వస్తోంది ", అని అడగటమేమిటో నాకు అర్థం కాలేదు . సరే , బెంగుళూరు నాకు కొత్త కదా , నీళ్ళు పడ్డాయో లేదో అని అడిగాడేమో అని , "It's coming normally", అన్నాను .
చ : ( వాంతి చేసుకున్నంత పని చేసి ). దేవుడోయ్ , నువ్వు టూ మచ్ రా ! ఆ మ్యానేజర్ ఏమయ్యాడొ పాపం .
రా : అప్పుడు నేను , "Where should I search?", అన్నాను . దానికి ఆయన , నాకు పెళ్ళైందా ? పిల్లలున్నారా ? తల్లిదండ్రులు ఎక్కడున్నారు ? లాంటి ప్రశ్నలన్నీ అడిగి "Given this condition, I would search in domalur", అన్నాడు . ఆ దోమలూర్ ఏమిటో నాకు అర్థం కాలేదు . ఐనా , నేను అడక్కుండానే నాకు ఇల్లు వెతుకుతాననడం ఒక్కటీ నాకు నచ్చింది .

చ : ఎవరన్నారు ?
రా : ఇంకెవరు ? మా మ్యానేజర్ .
చ : ఎప్పుడూ ?
రా : అదేరా , "Given this condition, I would search in domalur", అన్నారు కదా ?
చ : మహప్రభో , ఆయన వెతుకుతాను అనలేదు . దోమలూర్లో నువ్వు వెతికితే బాగుంటుంది అన్నారు .
రా : అదేమిటి ? ఆ వాక్యానికి రెన్ ఎండ్ మార్టిన్ గ్రామర్ బుక్ తిరగేసినా దాని అర్థం , " నేను వెతుకుతాను " అనే !
చ : ( ప్రయత్నాన్ని విరమించుకుని ). సరేలే బాబు . ఆయనకు మనకు నచ్చేవి నచ్చవు , మనమే వెతికేసుకుందాము . ఆయన వెతికేలోపల .
రా : అరే , మరి ఆయనకు తెలిస్తే ఫీల్ అవుతాడేమో ?
చ : నేను సర్ది చెప్పుకుంటాను మహానుభావా !
రా : సరే , మేము మాట్లాడుతుంటే మధ్యలో ఒక బుడంకాయ్ గాడూ ప్లేట్లో బజ్జీలు వేసుకుని వచ్చాడు . వెంటనే మ్యానేజర్ వాడితో ఏదో మాట్లాడుతున్నాడు . నాకస్సలు అర్థం కాలేదు .
చ : ఏమని ?
రా : మా మ్యానేజర్ ఏదో చెప్పి , "Could you do it in this month?", అన్నాడు . వెంటనే వాడు , "My plate is already full", అన్నాడు . కానీ వాడి ప్లేట్లో ఇంకా బోళ్ళు ఖాళీ ఉంది . మా మ్యానేజర్ చూసుకోవట్లేదు . మొహమాటపడుతున్నాడేమో పెద్దాయన ముందు , అని నేను , "No. Still two more bajjis will fit into this", అన్నాను .
చ : అయ్యయ్యో పరమేశ్వరా ? వాళ్ళేమన్నారు దానికి ?
రా : ఏమిటో పడి పడి నవ్వారు . మళ్ళీ అదే డయలాగు : "You are funny", అని . అప్పుడు మా మ్యానేజర్ నాకేసి చూసి , "What platforms are you used to?", అన్నాడు . ఉన్నట్టుండి వీడికి ఈ ప్లాట్ఫారం గోలేంటో అర్థం కాలేదు . EAMCET లో లాగా ప్రశ్న అర్థం కాకపోతే ఏదో ఒకటి చెప్దామని , "Number 2" అన్నాను . దానికి ఆయన నవ్వి , "Come on man, I am serious. Are you comfortable with C?", అన్నాడు . సరే ఇదేదో ఆ కన్సల్టెంట్ చెప్పిన C కోడింగ్ కి సంబంధించిన విషయం అని " యా యా ", అన్నాను .
చ : ఓహో ! అప్పుడు ?
రా : మళ్ళీ ఏదో వింత ప్రశ్న వేశాడు . "Do you have bandwidth to do what I just said?", అన్నాడు . ఉన్నట్టుండి మళ్ళీ బ్యాండ్విడ్త్ మీదకు ఎందుకు పోయాడో ! ఈవేళ అమావాస్యాయే . వీడికి అమావాస్యకి ఏమైనా పూనుతుందేమో ! అనుకుంటూనే ఉన్నాను అమావాస్యపూటా చేరడం దేనికి అని . ఆ హెచ్ . ఆర్ అమ్మాయి , "Hope to see you soon", అని పదే పదే అంటే , " చంద్రబింబం లాంటి అమ్మాయి పిలుస్తుంటే ఇంకా అమావాస్యేమిటి ", అనుకుని వచ్చేశాను . చీ నా తప్పే .
చ : బాబూ ! నీ ముహుర్తాల గోల ఆపు . ఇంతకీ ఏం చెప్పావు ?
రా : ఏముంది , "I have big bandwidth. I download new new movies, songs and softwares", అన్నాను . దానికి ఆయన నవ్వి , "You can't live without joking. Can you? Anyway, we will catch up tomorrow", అనేసి వెళ్ళిపోయాడు .
చ : new new movies ఆ ? దేవుడా !
రా : అదే కొత్త కొత్త సినిమాలు .
చ : ఒరేయ్ బాబు . నాకూ ఇంక ఓపిక లేదు . ఇంటికి పోతున్నాను .
రా : అవును . నేను కూడా త్వరగా ఇంటికి వెళ్ళాలి . క్యాచ్చులు పట్టడం ప్రాక్టీస్ చెయ్యాలి .
చ : అది దేనికి ?
రా : మా మేనజర్ "Let us catch up tomorrow" అన్నాడుగా .

ఈ మాట విని ఏమనాలో తెలియక ఒకసారి నిట్టూర్చి చందూ వెళ్ళిపోయాడు . ఏమిటో అందరూ వింతగా ప్రవర్తిస్తున్నారు , ఇదంతా అమావాస్యప్రభావమే అని బాధపడుతూ రాంబాబు కూడా రెండు బిస్కెట్ ప్యాకెట్లు , రెండు కాఫీలు పూర్తి చేసి ఇంటికి వెళ్ళిపోయాడు .

ఈ కథ అయిపోయింది అనుకోకండి . ఇంకా రెండో అంకం ఉంది :)

Hatts off to the original creator!

A Communal Story and poor morons.

noreply@blogger.com (Krishna) — Tue, 18 Oct 2011 08:53:00 +0000

Let me tell you a story.

Warning: It’s a communal story, secular claques are warned!

This small communal story happened approximately 4 years back. There were two best friends, let us call them as Ajay and Vijay (Pseudo names). Ajay and Vijay were engineering students and best buddies - they hanged out regularly on the weekends. On a cloudy Saturday Ajay visited Vijay’s house and they planned to spend their Saturday evening by having Pav Bhaji and pani puri at their favorite restaurant. As planned, Ajay and Vijay reached the restaurant, but they were unaware that this weekend would turn out to be a bloody one for them. The restaurant is always crowded and the surrounding area is the hub for micro business and a shopping area for many.

A bomb exploded, killed many – Ajay and Vijay were oblivious to the bomb explosion as the site of the bomb explosion was 5km away from where they were spending their weekend. After five minutes of the bomb explosion in an amusement park, a bomb exploded near the restaurant and killed many, Ajay was one of them. Vijay was not swallowed by death; he survived the bomb blast and was admitted into the hospital. Ajay’s parents were shattered when they heard the news- his body was blown into pieces.

By this time, the unbiased indian media was telecasting the news of the bomb blast as breaking news and were reciting the term ‘Spirit of the City’. Vijay’s parents were shocked when they head this news on TV channels and at last with the help of relatives and friends they were able to trace their son in the hospital where he was being treated. Vijay’s parents were crying when they saw their son in a hospital bed and some of his friends were consoling themselves with the consolation prize given by death.

Doctors treated Vijay with earnest care and they have sadly informed the parents that their son cannot be the same boy. Vijay’s brain was severely damaged and he can’t be a normal person for rest of his life. 20 year old Vijay lost his mental balance and cannot even respond to normal functions of nervous system, most of his body parts are semi paralyzed. As Vijay is the only off spring, his mother and father are totally devoted to him. One really doesn’t know the meaning of the word ‘mother’ until one has seen the life of Vijay’s mother.

Initially, Vijay was fed with pipes - after some physical recovery, Vijay’s mother tries to feed his son three times a day with her fingers, but only half of the food is consumed by vijay and the rest is wasted as vijay can’t open his mouth to its full capacity and due to some complications in his throat he can’t swallow food easily, but the patience of the mother is remarkable- she spends around 6 hours a day just for feeding Vijay. Vijay speaks a lot, he always tries to speak, and he always tries to convey something to the nearby person with untypical monosyllables and some actions with his semi paralyzed hands, if you spend time and hear to what Vijay speaks, we curse ourselves and wish that we could understand what he is trying to say. Vijay’s mother is used to this torture but she comes out with a smart response to his sons actions and somehow convinces in son.

Doctors have assertively said that there is no hope that Vijay might improve his mental condition in the future but the poor mother’s heart doesn’t approve this, she prays to god every day and applies kunkum on Vijay’s forehead. Vijay doesn’t know that his best buddy was blown into pieces. It’s good that he is not in position to know what is happening around. Sometimes, tears roll down through his eyes. One doesn’t understand the reason behind those tears- some say that it’s due to swelling of the glands and for dear ones it’s a ray of hope for his return (A Doomsday hope I must say)

I narrated this story because, I am a stone hearted guy, yet I was moved by this one. I don’t hate those terrorists who have committed this heinous crime as they were just following their sacred goal for their god. I only have my anger towards GOD (I mean my god, not that of other ones). I ask him ‘why didn’t you kill Vijay’. To satisfy his thirst he could have blown vijay into some more extra pieces than ajay and could have killed him instead of this giving unbearable torture to Vijay’s parents for whom the rest of the life is spent on their only son.

Recently, there has been a demand for the clemency of Afzal Guru, ‘humanitarian grounds’ is reason behind this demand. Did Afzal Guru show any remorse for his act which killed innocent people? Can Afzal guru understand what the family members of deceased are going through? Can anyone imagine the consequence if at least one terrorist had entered into the parliament?

In 2002 Bali Bombings, the perpetrators were sentenced to death and a terrorist was interviewed in the jail by a journalist who works for an reputed international news channel, the journalist asked various questions about the reason behind his act and the terrorist said about religion, responsibility etc.. and he was also asked about the innocent people killed in that attack, his response was ‘They were just passersbys’.

A liberal who vehemently displays his ideology was asking Kashmiri Hindus to stop crying about what happened in the Kashmir valley and advised them to follow the path of Sikhs in respect to 1984 riots. Does this liberal know the difference between a riot and ethnic cleansing? Does he know that people were converted by pointing guns at their foreheads? Does he know that women were raped and killed and the communal community was driven away from their homes?

The above mentioned instances of compassionate outpouring is nothing new but I just want to ask, did you ever meet the family members of the people who have been killed in such attacks? There are many people like Vijay and Ajay and many families who have lost their sons, daughters, parents, friends, etc.. But no one gives a damn. No one gives a fcuking damn because these people are of no use, can they provide large chunk of votes? Can they invoke victimhood? Can they give journalists the stuff to write about the marginalized? The answer is straight NO, these poor morons are incapable of anything and aren’t helpful for anyone. The grievances of these morons, views of the people who understand them, people who question the attitude of many are helpful in creating columns and posts on ‘Internet Hindus’, tolerance, hate speech etc..

Poor morons, they are like just born insects in the dung, at least these insects die right after they are born, these morons doesn’t even have the guts to die because of fcuking emotions, emotions which are of no use except to express pity. These bastards who have lost their dear ones should compare themselves to cockroaches, like them they live in elite kitchens in also breathe in public washrooms, they still live remembering the death of their loved ones. No wonder, cockroaches aren’t extinct they managed to survive for centuries and I even wonder if these morons will survive for centuries?

I was doing my final year of Computer Engineering, on 25th August 2007, I planned to visit Koti to buy some second hand books of Agatha Christie, Sidney Sheldon and ‘Operating Systems’ by William Hastings to prepare for my campus interviews. I had to change my plans as I didn’t have money to reach Koti by public transport. I just have one wish, I ask GOD (if he exists) not to spare me during a terrorist attack with wounds like Vijay, he can blow me into few more extra pieces but kill me, I do not want others to suffer for my helpnessness.

Disclaimer: All morons, bigots, b*****s appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

శుభోదయం

noreply@blogger.com (Krishna) — Wed, 12 Oct 2011 00:34:00 +0000

నీటిబొట్టు నిర్మాణమైన నీ జీవితం, జీవన ధారకాగా
అణువణువు తనువైతే, పరమాణువు లో భాగమైతే,
తెలియని తెలవారు రవి తపనంతా నీ తనివి తట్టగా,
అనందపు అంచున సుర్యోదయపు మంచున, నిను లేపిన ఆ రవికిరణం,
ఓ కొత్త ఆశల తుంపర, తిమ్మిరిలనువంచి,రే నిద్రను తుంచి,
నీలాల నింగినుంచి నీ కలల కొంగులోకి ఒదిగి,మాయమౌతున్న చందమామ లా,
కోకిలగానం అమ్రుతం మిగిల్చినట్టుగా,ఆ వెన్నెల తీపిని పంచి పెంచగా,
సుప్రభాత సరాగాలు, సందెకాలపు సుగంధాలు, చిన్నగా నిను కదిపి,
నాన్న అరుపుల మాటున, అమ్మ జడుపుల మాటున, తప్పక తెరిచిన ఆ కన్నులు,
Einstein సూత్రాలననుసరించి, తెరుచుకున్నంత వేగంగా తిరిగి మూసుకుపోతున్నాయి ఆ రెప్పలు ,
అన్ని వైపులనుండి ముంచెత్తిన సునామీలా, ఆ రోజంతా గిర్రున గుర్తొచ్చి,
తప్పక తిప్పలు పడుతూ లేచి, అబ్బా అధ్భుతుమైన ఆ రవి-చంద్రుల ఉదయ సంధిని చూసి,
ఆ ఆనంద ద్రుశ్యస్వాంతనలో , ఈ ఉదయం , ప్రతి ఉదయం , జీవన ప్రయాణం మొదలు పెడుతూ...

.....ఓ జీవిత నావికుడు

-- మీ సాయి కార్తీక్

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neeTiboTTu nirmaaNamaina nee jeevitam, jeevana dhaarakaagaa
aNuvaNuvu tanuvaitE, paramaaNuvu lO bhaagamaitE,
teliyani telavaaru ravi tapanantaa nee tanivi taTTagaa,
anandapu anchuna suryOdayapu manchuna, ninu lEpina A ravikiraNam,
O kotta ASala tumpara, timmirilanuvanchi,rE nidranu tunchi,
neelaala ninginunchi nee kalala kongulOki odigi,maayamautunna chandamaama,
kOkilagaanam amrutam migilchinaTTugaa,A vennela teepini panchi penchagaa,
suprabhaata saraagaalu, sandekaalapu sugandhaalu, chinnagaa ninu kadipi,
naanna arupula maaTuna, amma jaDupula maaTuna, tappaka terichina aa kannulu,
sUtraalananusarinchi, teruchukunnanta vEgamgaa tirigi mUsukupOtunnaayi aa reppalu,
anni vaipulanunDi munchettina sunaamIlaa, aa rOjantaa girruna gurtochchi,
tappaka tippalu paDutU lEchi, abbaa adhbhutumaina aa ravi-chandrula udaya sandhini chUsi,
aa aananda druSyasvaantanalO , ee udayam , prati udayam , jeevana prayaaNam modalu peDutU...

O jeevita naavikuDu

Open Letter to P.Sainath

noreply@blogger.com (Krishna) — Wed, 28 Sep 2011 11:26:00 +0000

I don’t write open letters, but for everything there is a start. I have profound respect for P.Sainath, he is one of the honest journalists in india and one of the few popular journalist who is not on the payroll list of a political party. Sainath is the only journalist who has continuously written on farmers’ death and rural issues when other newspapers and News Channels were more interested in Cleavages and midriffs. Probably a fine stroke of integrity when he rejected the Padmasree award when the other less dignified journalists were crowned with the same. Sainath never hesitated to talk about the corruption and unethical media. Sainath’s articles on rural poverty, depressing financial position of Indian farmers, pathetic state of the Agricultural sector etc…. are eye openers.

Sainath’s recent articles ‘Decadal journeys: debt and despair spur urban growth’ and ‘Census findings point to decade of rural distress’ shows his concern about immigration of rural population and the rise in Urbanization. Sainath’s 1200+ words article pricks the middle class and pours empathy with the rural. Sainath’s circuitous bout on the middle class has forced me to write this post.

It’s not hard to guess the real monster behind all the mess of immigration of rural population etc… according to P.Sainath its Liberalization (or Capitalism), as always Sainath has one answer for all the problems, even though they are very thinly related to the actual problem. I am not a JNU student to give unconditional support to Sainath’s views nor am I an Entrepreneur to reject it completely. I am not a Economist by profession and not a political analyst but with my knowledge which I gained with my experiences I think I have just enough privileges to express my thoughts.

I come from a middle class family- both the families of my father and mother are from Agricultural background. In 2001-2002 one of my friends uncle who is a farmer in rural Andhra Pradesh visited Hyderabad, those days LG TV’s had high brand value, they were making good marketing in television channels and my friends uncle saw the LG TV advertisement and enquired the cost of this high end LG TV and wanted to buy it on that day. My friend was in a state of shock and was curious to know that how his uncle being a farmer can have so much money. This was the state and the financial position of a farmer at that time and to add, there is a state in India where almost every agricultural family owned a high brand car.

Today the situation of farmers is not like the above mentioned, the migrated rural farmers now work as chowkidars in urban apartments’ and gated communities. Such unbelievable drop of status of a farmer will make every human being ponder about the plight being experienced by them but the irrational heart and lazy brains push the blame on capitalism or the Liberalization which happened 20 years back.

One will absolutely agree that the Indian middle class acted as a spring for Capitalism and people like Sainath will now and then take a sarcastic dig at the middle class for the plight of the poor – plight of the farmers, to be precise. The rhetoric displayed always succeeds when it comes to attack the middle class. There are very few intellectuals, columnists, politicians who refer to the hardships of the middle class. It’s because they are not like the masses where the veto power rests, they are not like the fashionable elite which represents dignity and status.

The legitimate corruption mission called NREGA instigated by NAC and propagated by UPA worked wonders for politicians and gave good money to many but the burden of it is still being carried by the middle class, can any economist say that NREGA didn’t cause inflation? Even the highly designated people of the Planning Commission have agreed that NREGA has boosted the inflation. The rise in petrol prices, LPG etc…. are the rewards of the same policies – even this will have to be handled by the middle class. The middle class which pays the taxes promptly doesn’t have the luxury of swindling like the elite with political help or can’t call themselves poor (A middle class indian definitely spends more than Rs.32 in a day) or show them as the victimized.

The rural to urban migration is a matter of concern and the obvious reason for this phenomenon is due to the neglected Agricultural Sector. People who blame the Capitalism for all the problems faced by Agricultural sector never mention the actions of Government and especially the states, no one questions the economic fascism by state governments on the agricultural sector. The old rules which still apply on the movement of raw agricultural products from one state to another, from one district to another. The closed dubious trade which only benefits a few. A farmer doesn't have the freedom or right to sell his hard earned crop, he has to wait for government's nod and the astute display of statism when the government decides the market price of the crop.

A beggar will ask for your help until he is a beggar, the minute he becomes self-supported he is no more a beggar and he will never ask for your help. This is what the governments have been doing to get their symbol pressed on the Electronic Voting Machine (EVM). I don't know if 'Everybody Loves a Good Drought' but the government definitely loves to see our farmers as beggars. The popular and socialistic schemes are the magic wands - they will always work unless one becomes really enlightened and seeks for self-support. Corruption is not because of Capitalism, please spare the hard-workers and catch hold of the socialist crooks. Refer the below links.
Does Capitalism leads to Corruption?

My only request to all the socialists and left liberals is not to drag the middle class indian who has mastered the art of survival in any given draconian situation. Please carry your problems, insipid ideas and imprudent solutions to some other place.

"అమ్మ"

noreply@blogger.com (Krishna) — Tue, 27 Sep 2011 14:34:00 +0000

పాదుపెట్టకున్నా పూవిచ్చేను ప్రతి పూ మొక్క చిగురాకు నుండి చివరాకు వరకు,
నీరివకున్నా నీ కడుపునింపేను ఓ చేపముక్క అనంత సాగరాలలోంచి వచ్చి,
పెరటంతటి లోని ఓ ఇంటి చెట్టు పండ్లిచ్చేను నీకు చివరికొమ్మ ఎండేంత వరకు,
ఏమివ్వకున్న జన్మనిచ్చేను 'అమ్మ' అమ్రుతమైన తన స్థన్యంతో నీ కడుపునింపి,

ఏమిచ్చి కొలవాలి ఆ మాత్రుమూర్తిని, ఆనందాల తోటలోని అందాల పూలతోనా?
ఏ జన్మలో తీర్చాలి ఈ తల్లి రుణం, ఆన్ని జన్మలలలో ఆమె కడుపున పుట్టా?
ఏ హిమాలయాల చల్లదనం తో పోల్చెము నీ చల్లని చూపులను, తరగని నీప్రేమతోనా?
'అమ్మా ' , రానివ్వము నీ కంట చెమ్మ , వ్రుథాకానివ్వము నీ ప్రేమామ్రుతం ఏ జన్మ....

-- మీ సాయి కార్తీక్

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paadu pettakunnaa poovichchenu prati poo mokka chiguraaku nundi chivaraaku varaku,
neerivakunnaa nee kadupunimpenu O chepamukka ananta saagaraalalOnchi vachchi,
pertantati loni O inti chetu pandlichchrnu neeku chivarikomma endenta varaku,
Emivvakunna janmanichchenu 'amma' amrutamaina tane sthanyamto nee kadupunimpi,

Emichchi kolavaali aa maatrumoortini, aanandaala totaloni andaala poolatonaa?
E janmalO teerchaali ee talli runam, anni janmalalalo aame kadupunaa puttaa?
E himaalayaala challadanam to polchemu nee challani chupulanu, taragani nee prema tonaa?
'ammaa' , raanivvamu nee kanta chemma , vruthaa kaanivvamu nee premaamrutam ee janma....

జీవితమే ఓక ఆట

noreply@blogger.com (Krishna) — Sun, 11 Sep 2011 07:53:00 +0000

అనుకున్నామని జరగవు అన్నీ అనుకోలేదు అని ఆగవు కొన్ని,

జరిగినవన్నీ నీవల్ల జరగలేదు ఆగినవన్నీ నువ్వాపలేదు,

కాలం ఆడే ఆట ఇది అనుకో నువ్వు ఏం చెయలేక ఆడాలినువ్వు,

ఓడడం గెలవడం నీ ప్రతిభ కాదు, ఫలితం నిర్ణయించేసిన ఈ ఆటలో,

కాలం రాసిన నీ తలరాత, నీ జీవితం మొత్తం ఓ ఎదురీత,

అంతులేని నదిమలుపుల ఈ రాత,కలిసేను సాగరంలో చివరంట,

అయినా పాపం ఇంకా అశిస్తావు నువ్వు,నేననుకున్నది జరిగితే బాగుండని,

నువ్వనుకున్నా అలా కాలం అనుకోదు,ఫలితం నిర్ణయించేసిన ఈ ఆటలో,

ఫలితం నిర్ణయించిన ఈ ఆటలో, నీ ఎదురుచూపులు ఎవరు చూస్తున్నారో?

నువ్వనుకున్నది జరగట్లేదు నువ్వుకోరుకున్నది దక్కట్లేదు, ఈ ఆటలో,

వింతైన ఈ విధి ఆటలో నువ్వు ఓ పావు మాత్రమే,

శాపం నీకు పాపం నీకు, ఆట కాలనిది ఆనందం కాలనిది,

ఫలితం నిర్ణయించేసిన ఈ విధి ఆడే వింత ఆటలో.....

-- మీ సాయి కార్తీక్

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anukunnaamani jaragavu annI anukOlEdu ani aagavu konni,

jariginavannI nIvalla jaragalEdu aaginavannI nuvvaapalEdu,

kaalam aaDE aaTa idi anukO nuvvu Em cheyalEka aaDaalinuvvu,

ODaDam gelavaDam nI pratibha kaadu, phalitam nirNayinchEsina I aaTalO,

kaalam raasina nI talaraata, nI jeevitam mottam O edurIta,

antulEni nadimalupula I raata,kalisEnu saagaramlO chivaranTa,

ayinaa paapam inkaa aSistaavu nuvvu,nEnanukunnadi jarigitE baagunDani,

nuvvanukunnaa alaa kaalam anukOdu,phalitam nirNayinchEsina I aaTalO,

phalitam nirNayinchina I aaTalO, nee eduruchUpulu evaru chUstunnaarO?

nuvvanukunnadi jaragaTlEdu nuvvukOrukunnadi dakkaTlEdu, I aaTalO,

vintaina I vidhi aaTalO nuvvu O paavu maatramE,

Saapam neeku paapam neeku, aaTa kaalanidi aanandam kaalanidi,

phalitam nirNayinchEsina I vidhi aaDE vinta aaTalO.....

Tell All: A Must Read All

noreply@blogger.com (Krishna) — Sat, 10 Sep 2011 12:28:00 +0000

“No, none of us seem so very real. We are only supporting characters in the lives of each other. Any real truth, any precious fact will always be lost in a mountain of shattered make believes.” ~ Hazie Coogan, Tell All

Voila! And there I found her at last! Hurled and hidden beneath a stack of second hand literary classics she had been gasping for a breather when I met her first and thus started a somewhat unlikely camaraderie.

It was one of those walks I usually take across College Street just to get over my frequent lows. The smell of brittle, sepia turned pages has always proved a cure. With no particular book in mind I had just been browsing through the shops pretty aimlessly until I chanced upon her.

Reading Joyce and Lawrence over months can be quite like being on a diet of the best made biryani for days until it starts tasting bland. And she was for a change rather ‘mainstream’ and agreeably so. A simple and yet tastefully done cover with just the title and the name of the author first caught my attention. While some may complaint that she is a tad too thin to spend your bucks on, I won’t mind a sleek and smart quick read. And thus Tell All by Chuck Palahniuk hit my tote.

Thrillers seldom make it to my ‘to be read list’ since I am more into comics for pleasure reading. My first Chuck Palahniuk book was Fight Club, which I read after watching the flick. That got followed by Choke and by the time I could finish Lullaby the fad had faded. And yet I picked this one up for no apparent reason or perhaps it was a subconscious desire to lay my hands on a book that for once won’t demand any ‘discourse analysis’ ( jargons sicken me these days).

I started reading immediately after I could board my train to home and by the time I reached, I was already half way through. Palahniuk’s inimitable style kept me engrossed for two whole days and Tell All, if I may use the chic lingo of the media savvy, was literally ‘unputdownable’!

So what makes Tell All such a gripping book? Set against the backdrop of the Hollywood in the 1940s it is a murder mystery built up around a screen diva, past her prime. With it obvious resonance to Sunset Boulevard, the plot itself is not one that would the strike the readers with novelty. The subtexts deal with issues like the grim behind the glamour of showbiz, the sham beneath the sheen, addiction, deceit and the almost obsessive neurotic desires of a woman to be loved. All these have been seamlessly joined together into an adherent whole that can sure keep the readers engaged over hours. But then again, these have already been themes in literary works over and again. What makes Tell All exclusive is not quite its matter but Palahniuk’s riveting ways of telling the tale. It is one of those books one seldom gets to read, where the sheer brilliance of storytelling gains precedence over the subject and makes the readers crave for more.

Hazie Coogan has been working for Katherine Kenton since the time Miss Kathie was yet to make it to the galaxy and it is she who narrates the story. Palahniuk adapts the conventions of a shooting script to write his story, implying that Kenton’s life has been a deftly scripted screenplay fashioned by Coogan. While the technique adds to the effect of the thriller, it simultaneously becomes suggestive of the author’s view about reality per say. The polarity between fact and fiction stands dissolved. The notion of truth stands precariously edged as reality is stripped off its sense of certainty and made naked as a manipulated potpourri.

Very much in mimic of Hollywood blockbusters the book opens with an intriguing subtitle: ‘Boy meets girl. Boy gets girl. Boy Kills girl?’ Our expectations thus stirred, Palahniuk henceforth won’t make any effort to speed up the tempo. Unlike in other thrillers, there is no hurry to reach a climax. And strangely it is this rather bizarre slow pace in which the story unfolds that eggs the readers’ imagination and holds them on. As we are left pondering over what shall happen next, the book itself does very little to aide our anticipations.

While for some reviewers Tell All is Chuck Palahniuk’s great ode to the golden days of Hollywood, to me it came across as a lampoon, almost a parody. Crowding the book with the names of so many stars from yesteryears might have proved to be a spoiler for many who grumble, it also effectively creates a sense of claustrophobia that is perhaps an unavoidable actuality of showbiz. Palahniuk himself mocks at this tendency to names drop. As the book makes fun of Lillian Hellman’s Tourette’s syndrome, isn’t it self-reflexive as well? Love Slave, Katherine Kenton’s tell-all-biography, apparently by her beau Webster is ridiculed to no end. As the very title to Palahniuk’s book suggests, his is a guffaw aimed at the illogicality of these bestsellers on the lives of stars, which are ever so popular with the gossip readers. The utter stupidity that passes off as intellect is mercilessly attacked through the caricature of Lillian Hellman, a scriptwriter with her ‘concerns’ for fidelity to the course of history and political correctness.

Palahniuk’s quirky sense of humour finds a fine display in this book. Right from his use of animal sounds to suggest the gibberish that Lillian Hellman and Miss Kathie spoke, the funny puns used by the yellow journalists, and the ever ludicrous, self aggrandising last chapters of Love Slave; this book offers a riot of laughter. The author ingeniously brings up the issue of how pornographic writings were used as a ploy to malign the reputation of the French monarchy, after the French Revolution by the antiroyalist to draw an analogy to what was being done to Miss Kathie. But as he does so, he uses those bawdy talks for his own book as well. Well, ahem, this book has a copious amount sex that might make some readers a little jittery. Beware.

To conclude, I would say Tell All is not another Fight Club for sure. Not being an avid reader of the genre, I won’t know whether it at all qualifies to be called a very well written thriller or not. But the book definitely has what it takes to keep the readers engrossed. It has a curious way of showing things in a newer perspective. So if you are on a look out to read something for some clever entertainment, this book is what you have been looking for.

-- Priyanka Mukherjee.

........................తొలిప్రేమ

noreply@blogger.com (Krishna) — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 16:42:00 +0000

రోజూ చూసే రోజాపూవు రోజంతా చూడానలనిపిస్తోంది,
నిన్నా మొన్నా నడిచిన దారంతా మళ్ళీ నడవాలనిపిస్తోంది,
ఏప్పుడూ వినే ఆ FM పాటే మళ్ళీ మళ్ళీ వినాలనిపిస్తోంది,
ఎందుకో ఈ రోజు కొత్తగావుంది,ఏంటా వింత అని తెలుసుకోవాలనుంది,

మదితలుపులు తట్టిన ఓ అఙ్ఞాత వనితా, నీ మాటని విన్నది ఈ మది,
ఎదురుగాలేని నువ్వు ఎదరాగం మీటావా? ఏ రాగం తెలియని నా ఎదలో,
నడకతోనే కవ్వించావు నేను నడిచే నడకలో, నన్ను నేను మరిచేంతగా,
ఏంటో తెలియని హాయిలో ముంచి, కనిపించవు నువ్వు, ఏంటా నవ్వు??

అపర్ణమైన నా హ్రుదయరోజా కొమ్మ, పూసిందనుకుంటా నీ నవ్వు తోనే,
నువ్వు నడిచిన దారంతా నేనూ నడిచా, పూచిన ఆ రొజాతొనే,
విన్న ఆ FM పాటే, నీ మాటతో వింటుంటే, పాటంతా నీ మాటలా ఉంది,
అందుకేనా ఈ రోజు కొత్తగా ఉంది, నన్ను నేనే మరిచేంత కొంగొత్తగా ఉంది.....

-- మీ సాయి కార్తీక్

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rOjU chUsE rOjApUvu rOjantaa chUDaanalanipistOndi,
ninnaa monnaa naDichina daarantaa maLLI naDavaalanipistOndi,
EppuDU vinE A paaTE maLLI maLLI vinaalanipistOndi,
endukO ee rOju kottagaavundi,EnTaa vinta ani telusukOvaalanundi,

maditalupulu taTTina O a~maata vanitaa, nee maaTani vinnadi ee madi,
edurugaalEni nuvvu edaraagam meeTaavaa, E raagam teliyani naa edalO,
naDakatOnE kavvinchaavu nEnu naDichE naDakalO, nannu nEnu marichEntagaa,
EnTO teliyani haayilO munchi, kanipinchavu nuvvu, EnTaa navvu??

aparNamaina naa hrudayarOjA komma, pUsindanukunTaa nee navvu tOnE,
nuvvu naDichina daarantaa nEnU naDichaa, pUchina aa rojaatonE,
vinna A paaTE, nee maaTatO vinTunTE, paaTantaa nee maaTalaa undi,
andukEnaa ee rOju kottagaa undi, nannu nEnE marichEnta kongottagaa undi.....

'అ' శాశ్వతమైన - 'మనీ' షి

noreply@blogger.com (Krishna) — Tue, 23 Aug 2011 18:17:00 +0000

అశాశ్వతమైన ఈ ప్రపంచం లో, శాశ్వతం వెతికే ఓ మనిషి,
నింగికెగిసిన పక్షి కోసం నిచ్చెన వేస్తావు, నింగి నుండీ జారి పడతావు,
ఎండ మావిని చూసి ఏంతో దూరం వెళ్తావు, ఎడారని తెలిసాక ఏడుస్తావు,
నీటి బొట్టును ఒడిసిన తామరను చేరాలని, కాలుజారి బురదలో పడతావు,

అందీ అందని అందలాన ఉండే చందమామ, అందుతుందని అమ్మ చెప్తుంది,
తెలిసీ తెలియక వేసే తప్పటడుగులతో,నడక నేరుస్తావని నాన్న అంటాడు,
అందదని తెలిసీ అందిపుచ్చుకోగలవని, అమ్మ గోరుముద్ద మురిపిస్తే,
తప్పని తెలిసీ తప్పటడుగుల లో తప్పు లేదని నాన్న అంటే,

నీ జీవితం, శాశ్వతంగా, అందని ఆశలతో మొదలౌతుంది,

ఊహ తెలియక ముందు, ఊహల లోకం లో ఉయ్యాల ఊగుతావు,
ఊహ తెలిసాక, ఊహల ఉచ్చులో, ఉరి పోసుకుంటావు,
ఆశల ఆశయాల ఆకాశం లో ఆనందం కోసం అన్వేషించి,
అడియాశల అలజడి లో అయోమయం లో అంతమైపోతావు,

నీ జీవితం, అశాశ్వతమైన ప్రపంచం లో అనిశ్చితితో ముగుస్తుంది,

మహోన్నతమైన మానవ జన్మ, ఓ నవ జన్మ కాకముందే,
మానవ వలయం లో,మానవ విలయం లో,కలిసిపోతుంది,
మహోత్క్రుష్టమైన నీ ఆత్మ, పరమాత్మ ని చేరకముందే,
పరమాత్మ నింద లో, పర ఆత్మ నింద లో, ఆత్మార్పణ చేస్తావు,

'అ'శాశ్వతమైన , ఓ 'మనీ'షి???

-- మీ సాయి కార్తీక్

aSaaSvatamaina ee prapamcham lO, SaaSvatam vetikE O manishi,
ningikegisina pakshi kOsam nichchena vEstaavu, ningi nunDI jaari paDataavu,
enDa maavini chUsi EntO dooram veLtaavu, eDaarani telisaaka EDustaavu,
neeTi boTTunu oDisina taamaranu chEraalani, kaalujaari buradalO paDataavu,

andI andani andalaana unDE chandamaama, andutundani amma cheptundi,
telisI teliyaka vEsE tappaTaDugulatO,naDaka nErustaavani naanna anTaaDu,
andadani telisI andipuchchukOgalavani, amma gOrumudda muripistE,
tappani telisI tappaTaDugula lO tappu lEdani naanna anTE,

nee jeevitam, SaaSvatamgaa, andani aaSalatO modalautundi,

ooha teliyaka mundu, oohala lOkam lO uyyaala oogutaavu,
ooha telisaaka, oohala uchchulO, uri pOsukunTaavu,
aaSala aaSayaala aakaaSam lO aanandam kOsam anVEshinchi,
aDiyaaSala alajaDi lO ayOmayam lO antamaipOtaavu,

nee jeevitam, aSaaSvatamaina prapancham lO aniSchititO mugustundi,

mahOnnatamaina maanava janma, O nava janma kaakamundE,
maanava valayam lO,maanava vilayam lO,kalisipOtundi,
mahOtkrushTamaina nee aatma, paramaatma ni chErakamundE,
paramaatma ninda lO, para aatma ninda lO, aatmaarpaNa chEstaavu,

'a 'SaaSvatamaina , O 'manee ' shi???

Sita Sings the Blues. But Why?

noreply@blogger.com (Krishna) — Sun, 21 Aug 2011 05:49:00 +0000

What do you expect when a fatuous bloke is given ‘Thus Spoke Zarathustra’ ?. The probability of him/her understanding even a couple of pages is null, same is with the liberal claques when it comes to literature. Recently, i heard that there was a minute controversy over screening of the animation film ‘Sita Sings the Blues’, it reminded me that this animated film was lying in my hard disk for a very long time along with other films and it took some time for me to unearth it.

The cardinal plot of the movie revolves around the epic ‘Ramayana’ and there is a parallel plot about the break up of a San Francisco couple. The story of ‘Ramayana’ is narrated with the help of three silhouettes puppets. After a montage the film title appears in English flavored Devanagari script followed by God Natraja dancing awkwardly, Lord Brahma with his four heads rotating and Goddess Lakshmi pressing the legs of Lord Vishnu. The puppets narrate the story of Ramayana by giving us some gyan like the demolition of Babri Masjid, time-period in which story of ramayana took place etc..,.

I wouldnt waste much time on this post, but would reveal what i have learned from this film.

Kaikeyi can be equated with a voluptuous nurse which we commonly see in online porn.

Ravana did only one mistake in his entire life, which is abducting Sita.

Soorpanaka entices Ravana by comparing the Sita’s bosoms with lotus flower.

Sita is a slave to Lord Rama.

Sita is a bloodthirsty women.

Lord Rama kicks Sita every now and then.

Lord Rama tramples on the pregnant stomach of Sita.

Lord Rama suspects that the fetus of Sita is from Ravana.

Few more….

Some see Hinduism as a religion, some see it as a way of life, some see it as a sprout for every generation and some see it as a sacred thing filled with good values. Above all i see it as a profound auspicious space filled with intellectual paradigms which helps human life in many ways, it even offers the liberty to amend laws (Manusmriti), gives rights for an individual to be an Atheist (Rig Veda), endorses Nihilism in the form of God and it has also shown impeccable intolerance which will make every other religion sink into opprobrium.

‘Sita Sings the Blues' is a lousy and boring film, the only thing which looks good in the film is the clever use of animation which doesn't inspire storytelling in anyway. I watched the film for my own reasons and if you are planning to watch it, just because its a animated film then i would recommend other animated films which are 1000+ better than this film and if you want to watch this film for your prejudiced notions then i don't have much to say.

I could smell of liberal excreta right from the first frame and makers of the film have helped in raising the bar level of platitudes. Ramayana is a great love story, a tragic and melancholic love story which represents emotions, love, lust, dharma, brotherhood, morality etc.. if one fails to understand it, then one reserves the right to be called as dumb, at least in the intellectual space. I would strongly suggest the readers of this post to read this brilliant post ‘Abandoning of Sita‘ on Preeksha which may act as a good start for novices to attain knowledge about the essence of Ramayana.

K.Vishwanath’s ‘Swatimuthyam’ starring Kamal Hassan has a song ‘Rama Kanavemira’ and let me allow to quote few lines from the song which describes sita's swayamvaram .

సీతాస్వయంవరం ప్రకటించిన పిమ్మట జనకుని కొలువులో ప్రవేశించే జానకినీ, సభాసదులందరూ పదే పదే చూడగా...! శ్రీరామచంద్రమూర్తి కన్నెత్తి చూడడేమని అనుకుంటున్నారటా, తమలో సీతమ్మ అనుంగు చెలికత్తెలు.
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క్షణమే ఒక దినమై..! నిరీక్షణమే ఒక యుగమై…!! తరుణి వంక, శివధనువు వంక, తమ తనువుమరచి, కనులుతెరచి, చూడగ! రామా కనవేమిరా!!

In the same film in an other song 'Suvvi Suvvi', Lord Rama is criticized and Sita is praised.

అండ దండ ఉండాలని కోదండరాముని నమ్ముకుంటే
గుండెలేని మనిషల్లే నిను కొండ కోనల కొదిలేసాడ
గుండెలేని మనిషల్లే
గుండెలేని మనిషల్లే నిను కొండ కోనల కొదిలేసాడ
అగ్గిలోన దూకి నువ్వు మొగ్గలాగ తేలిన నువ్వు
నెగ్గేవమ్మ ఒక నాడు నింగి నేల నీ తోడు
నెగ్గేవమ్మ ఒక నాడు నింగి నేల నీ తోడు

Criticism was always there, but not to a point where one almost twists the facts, change the scenarios and irrational crying for proving ones point of view. Hinduism is not for the botched. Period. We have a compassionate goddess like Sita, an intimidating Kali who dances with necklace of skulls, we have prided Satyabhama and lot more. The puppets mention the various names of Goddess Sita, i would ask people to do some research on the birth and death of Lord Rama and Sita which would give the idea of Ramayana and its purpose.

Nina Paley, director of the film mentions on her blog about the recent controversy and talks about ‘Real Hindus’ – i wonder who are they and she also talks about ‘Hindutvadis’, Nina Paley fails to get it right with Ramayana but succeeds when it comes to the mention of ‘Hindutvadis’. I do not know who are these guys who have stopped the screening of the film. I always feel that one should not stop dumbness, it should be exploited.

ఈ దుర్యోధన దుశ్శాసన దుర్వినీత లోకంలో

noreply@blogger.com (Krishna) — Sat, 09 Jul 2011 19:19:00 +0000

ఈ దుర్యోధన దుశ్శాసన దుర్వినీత లోకంలో
రక్తాశ్రులు చిందిస్తూ రాస్తున్నా శోకంతో

మరో మహాభారతం ఆరవ వేదం.
మానభంగ పర్వంలో....మాత్రు హ్రుదయ నిర్వేదం..నిర్వేదం

పుడుతూనే పాలకేడ్చీ, పుట్టీ జంపాలకేడ్చీ,
పెరిగి పెద్ద కాగానే, ముద్దూ మురిపాల కేడ్చీ,
తనువంతా దోచుకున్న తనయులు మీరూ,
మగసిరితో బ్రతకలేక కీచకులై,కుటిల కామ నీచకులై,

స్త్రీ జాతిని అవమానిస్తే???
మీ అమ్మల స్తన్యంతో, మీ అక్కల రక్తంతో,
రంగరించి రాస్తున్నా ఈనాడె మీకొసం,

మరో మహాభారతం ఆరవ వేదం.
మానభంగ పర్వంలో....మాత్రు హ్రుదయ నిర్వేదం..నిర్వేదం

కన్న మహా పాపానికి ఆడది తల్లిగ మారీ,నీ కండలు పెంచినది (ఈ) గుండెలతో కాదా?
ఏర్రని తన రక్తాన్నే తెల్లని నెత్తురు చేసి పెంచుకున్న తల్లి ఒక ఆడదని మరిచారా?
కనపడలేదా అక్కడ పాపలుగా మీ చరిత్ర,ఏనాడొ మీరుంచిన లేత పెదవి ముద్రా?
ప్రతి భారత సతి మానం చంద్రమతి మాంగల్యం,మర్మ స్థానం కాదది నీ జన్మ స్థానం!!
మానవతకి మోక్షమిచ్చు పుణ్యక్షేత్రం !!

శిశువులుగా మీరు పుట్టి పశువులుగా మారితే,
మానవ రుపంలోనే దానవులై పేరిగితే,
సభ్యతకి సంస్క్రుతికి సమాధులే కడితే,
కన్నులుండీ చూడలేని ద్రుతరాష్ట్రుల పాలనలో,
భర్తలుండీ విధవ అయిన ద్రౌపది ఆక్రందనలో,

నవశక్తులు యువ శక్తులు నిర్వీర్యం అవుతుంటే,
ఏమైపోతుందీ సభ్య సమాజం,ఏమైపొతుంది మానవ ధర్మం,

ఏమైపోతుందీ ఈ భారత దేశం,
మన భారత దేశం, మన భారత దేశం......

సోయగాల సాగరం

noreply@blogger.com (Krishna) — Sat, 18 Jun 2011 18:36:00 +0000

వేయి తలల విలయ హోరు, వయ్యారాల వింత జోరు,
బాట లేని బ్రతుకు పోరు, బావుటాల గాలి హోరు,
అందమైన అలల తీరు, ఆగదమ్మ ఎంత పొగరు,
సాయంకలాన సాగరం చేరి హాయిలమ్మ ఒడిన చేజారు!!

అలుపు లేని కెరటపు ఎత్తు, అనంతమైన భూమితోనా నీ పొత్తు,
తేడా తెలియని సాగర తీరం,కలిసి విడిపొయే తీరు విడ్డూరం,
కడుపులో దాచుకున్న నదుల ప్రవహాం, ఎండ వేడికి కరిగేను నీ అహం!!

వెన్నెలో వేయి రంగుల నీవు, ఏడు రంగుల హరివిల్లు మధ్య ఇమిడావు,
అనంతమైన సాగరామా - అనంత రహస్యాల ప్రశాంత నిలయమా,
విలయాలు,ప్రళయాలు,ప్రవాహాలు,విహారాలు, అన్నీ దాచిన నీ వినమ్రాలు,
నీకు లేవు నామరూపాలు - చల్లగా చూడమని మా విన్నపాలు,

నీలి రంగుల నీ ఒడిలో సేదతీరుతున్న.... ఓ సముద్ర ప్రేమికుడు

-- మీ సాయి కార్తీక్

Communism, Socialism, Capitalism & Maoism

noreply@blogger.com (Krishna) — Sun, 05 Jun 2011 17:29:00 +0000

I feel irritated when women are misinformed -- i get even more irritated when they express their dumbness. This post is about a funny and small conversation which took place among 3 people. The present Yo-Yo and Next-Gen youth hardly have the minimum knowledge about society but act as if the nation will be paralyzed without their intellectuality. The 3 people which i mentioned includes Me, a Yo Yo Gen guy and a Feminist-Marxist follower.

Yo-Yo Guy: You people always talk about these ideologies, what is it? Can you explain?

The female red claque was sporadic with her reply after hearing the question and gave her own definition of Communism, Socialism and the draconian Capitalism. Let us have a look at the auspicious definitions.

Communism: Its an ideology which has its roots from the masses, the revolution of the masses as they have been exploited by elite..blah, blah, blah....

Socialism: It is similar to Communism but it differs in some issues and has a soft and pragmatic approach unlike Communism which aims for absolute truth and justice.

Capitalism: As Lenin said 'Its first stage of Imperialism' -- the elite and rich exploit the poor, the rich mercilessly use the poor for their greedy ambitions. Blah, Blah and Blah.

I was patiently listening to all the red version definitions and the Yo Yo Gen guy turned towards me for my definitions of Communism, Socialism and Capitalism. I was quite sure that the Yo Yo Gen guy is poor in the knowledge of Economics and Politics. So, i wanted to come with my own definitions to EXPLOIT the situation provided by the woman with her definitions. I started...

Dear Yo Yo Guy, its hard to explain the terms Communism, Socialism and Capitalism in few sentences, but i will try to give the best meaning of them with a small story. There was a school, in that school there was a class which contained 10 students. One day, a exam of 100 marks was conducted for all the 10 students. The results were declared.
1 student got 100/100,
2 students got 70/100,
3 students got 50/100 and rest failed.

Capitalism: The students take the marks what they have achieved.

Socialism: The students do not take the marks what they got but every student is awarded 100/100 to maintain equality.

Communism: The students do not take the marks which they got, the poor are given 100/100, the rich are given 50/100 and the passing mark is changed if the poor students fall in the failed category.

The Yo Yo guy comprehended my sarcasm and asked 'What is Maoism?'

I said, the story of school, students & marks cannot be applied to Maoism as followers of Maoism (Maoists) blast schools with RDX. They have successfully blasted over 100 schools across the country and they will continue to do it.

The Great Indian Birthday Bash!

noreply@blogger.com (Krishna) — Sat, 07 May 2011 17:04:00 +0000

Being a celebrity comes with a bad package and being a super celebrity comes with an even worser one. Take a moment off your reality and imagine being Rabindranath for a while. Imagine Sneaky peeps into your life continuing even after some seven decades since your death. No matter how cacophonous they are, all trying to sing songs you once wrote and some still ambitious ones engaging themselves in forging your painting and exhibiting them. People won’t bother to read you ever but to an utter dismay your poems would pop up whenever there is some loose talk or the other going on.

Getting your poems imprinted on kurtas might become a fashion craze and your works; those which were once born out of your veneration for life are left helplessly clinging on to some sweat stinking bodies. It might as well become a common prerogative amongst the pseudo intelligentsia to flaunt their expertise on you. While Marxists would claim that you were a reactionary born into a rich household and that your works are over hyped, some ‘liberals’ would come up to point out how your words endorse their profound pontifications.

While nothing gets done to retrieve the Nobel you once won, you become a part of the central budget session with the Union Finance Minister declaring an international award on your honour (Good God knows who will bag it). And last but not the least; if you have been unfortunate enough to have your 150^th birth anniversary coinciding with the assembly elections, you get grossly misquoted almost by every other leader, be it the ruling left or the opposition. Being the greatest poet of the times does not come easy you see.

I don’t intend to present any overview of the Tagorian oeuvre here. Neither do I claim to have the requisite erudition for such a task nor will the space of this rather small write up allow that. At the most I can share my reading. To me the great poet comes across primarily as one who would rejoice the joy of living.

Despite his personal losses, he could still perceive life as celebration, a pulsating manifestation of the Divine omnipresence. In his foreword to the work on the Upanishads by Dr. Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan, Rabindranath points out “Our soul has its Anandam, its consciousness of the infinite, which is blissful. This seeks its expression in the limits which, when they assume the harmony of forms and the balance of movements, constantly indicate the limitless. Such expression is freedom, freedom from the barrier of obscurity. Such a medium of limits we have in ourselves which is our medium of expression. It is for us to develop this into Ananda-rUpam amRtham, an embodiment of deathless joy, and only then can the infinite in us can no longer remain obscured.”

The poet shall forever persevere to proximate this ecstasy through his poetry. Rabindranath comes across as a poet who aspires and thereby inspires us to break the boundaries imposed on us by the hegemonic institutions. It is only by doing so that we shall come in term with what we are – that ‘self’, which remains unperturbed by the dogmas and the narrowness that are often imposed upon us. This notion of selfhood recurs in his works on social issues too. Thus stories like Gora, Laboratory, Chaturanga and Noshtoneer remain not just social commentaries but become accounts of individuals.

Just as any great work of art, Rabindranath’s works too are multivalent and thus open multiple interpretations. Any keen reader must read his works first instead of letting others form their opinions. And it is this reading of Tagore’s works, which has so conspicuously taken a backseat amidst all these hullabaloo over the 150^th birth anniversary.

Tagore with Albert Einstein

So what all is being done to celebrate this gala birthday bash? Well, the Prime Minister has announced a whooping sum to be given to the Vishwabharati to commemorate the occasion. With buggers paying their taxes this is no huge task but I cannot but ponder whether this too shall be a case of squandering in the absence of any definite plan to put this money into use. This isn’t all.

There are commemorative stamps, special menus arranged at posh Kolkata restaurants, microphones blaring rabindrasangeet at the oddest hours of the day. A rather curious piece of news is that I just came across is that Cornell University has put up the poet’s snipped beard as an exhibit. We have all been so busy with the festivities surrounding Tagore that we have become almost oblivious of the fact that this year also marks the 150^th birth anniversary of Prafulla Chandra Roy, a chemist per excellence and the founder of the Bengal Chemicals and Pharmaceuticals!

I hold nothing against the celebrations of Rabindranath’s sesquicentennial birth anniversary. Just that I remain apprehensive about its inconsequentiality. Let us not reduce this great man to just a mere brand. Let us stop thinking of Rabindra Rachanabalis as show pieces adorning our bookshelves. Let us delve deep into reading Tagore from now on.

-- Priyanka Mukherjee

Stardust Memories: The Overlooked Masterpiece

noreply@blogger.com (Krishna) — Tue, 03 May 2011 15:52:00 +0000

Yesterday i watched 'Stardust Memories' for the fourth time with microscopic eyes with some desire to find its nano faults and to understand why it has been profoundly underrated. Instead of i writing a boring post, i decided to present Woody Allen's 'Stardust Memories' with snapshots, videos and quotes. Help Yourself!

Fellinism :

The Garbage dump in the first scene.

Elephant-Childhood dream to get it as a birthday gift

Fond of magic since childhood.

Alternate Ending to movie by production company.

Bergmanism :

Beautiful shot with the mention of 'Hiroshima'.

The 64 seconds single close up shot.

The Robust closeup shots.

Politics :

Poster on the wall: His views against 'Vietnam War'.

When you told her that you had been a leftist.. and that you had been in jail, her mouth was hanging open. She's intensely middle-class, you know. I find that extremely difficult to swallow, even now. ~ Woody Allen

I can prove that if there's life anywhere else in the universe, they will have a Marxist economy ~ Some Idiot

Some Guy - Where do you stand politically?
Woody Allen: I'm for total, honest democracy, you know...and I also believe the American system can work.

Philosophy, Childhood etc...:

Superman in Childhood

Concentrate on Background and Conversation.

with a desperate fan.

Childhood Memories.

Speech after a presumed death.

Sigmund Freud?

For me Stardust Memories is a masterpiece and a very hard film to be pulled off in such a remarkable fashion.

Tollywoodization

noreply@blogger.com (Krishna) — Wed, 27 Apr 2011 09:34:00 +0000

It was during those days, when single screen theaters were blushing with every new release. I bunked the NDA exam, yes NDA (National Defence Academy entrance exam) and decided to watch a film, i went to 'Sandhya' theater at RTC Cross Roads to watch 'Venky'. I was shocked to see the rush for tickets and was compelled to watch a ******* ~~patriotic~~ film in 'Sapthagiri'. I primarily remember this incident for couple of reasons.
1- For the first time in my life, i decided to bunk the exam and watch a film.
2- I had a passion to join in Armed Forces but even then i bunked the exam due to small intermediate trauma.

The rise of multiplexes, a polished face for our Hi-Tech cosmopolitan hyderabad. There was a fear that the days of single screens are numbered and the popular telugu cinema is gonna die, i was thrilled when i heard such discussions for my own reasons. Many friends did not miss their chance to take a sarcastic dig a UNpopular films, they said "Time has come for telugu film-goers to carry a torchlight when they enter the multiplex, as its hard to see critically acclaimed films"

Multiplexes did have an impact, many film lovers now have the chance to watch hollywood films on the same day of release as that of USA, animated movies made a positive impression, unearthed genres were introduced etc...,. but apart there are some other changes like buying a 5 rupees samosa for 30 rupees, boys are now more tormented with their girl friends as the size of popcorn buckets(yes, now we call buckets) are increased from some size to XXL or king size or whatever, seriously why do u need a popcorn while watching a film?. Now telugu families who visit multiplexes talk only in english with their kids even though they are well versed in telugu. The new gen kids are now addicted to junk food and parents don't mind spending money even though its damn costly, as it is multiplex culture.

With the rise of internet users and multiplex culture, we have so called film critics and the mushroom growth of telugu websites on telugu cinema which constantly give us gyan and provide some masala stuff in parallel. The way in which fans of one hero abuse the other hero is a very common is social networking sites, they compare the hero introductory scenes, dialogues, etc.,. these make me laugh and i very much acknowledge the humor produced from these senseless altercations even though it is not intentional. Sometimes, the greatness of a film is measured by the highest amount spent for a black ticket on the first day.

So, how many film critics do we have? many of you might come out with a combined number of tata sumos used by B.Gopal and V.V.Vinayak in their films -- but i am asking for film critics who understands the art of film making, i would say the number would be less than the number of heroines in Telugu Film Industry who can speak normal telugu if not good telugu. There is a new trend emerging, its the business of film ratings. A good film may get a good rating from these popular websites, but there is not guarantee that a bad film will get a bad rating, it all depends on the ______, you know what i am talking about, you can fill the blank.

What do you think of a guy who comes with newspaper pieces stuffed in his pockets and throws them on the multiplex screen when the hero is introduced in the film? I always pondered about the excitement of such fans, how can these guys go crazy and dance before cinema theaters?, why do they spend so much money for cut-outs of their film heros?, the huge garlands for those cut-outs? and what not. I never felt like doing these things, i do not shout or whistle in the theater, is this a defect in me? lack of tollywood harmones? Anyway, i do have my own idiosyncrasies, for example - Jessie wore 15 beautiful sarees in 'Ye Maya Chesave'.