this time when i was returning from chennai by train, we had a 27 year old bengali ponnu who was doing some research and a sardar with us.. now this girl got on the train and slept.. slept all the 40 hours through to delhi.. but our sardar made sure she had to wake up atleast once.. first he snores like a.. like a..helicopter taking off.. audible above the beat of the train.. on the track.. with the leaking windows acting as wind instruments..and this fellow snores.. i feel so sorry for his wife.. btw can you search matrimony websites, filtering out people who snore? i wish we could filter room mates based on that.. anyways bad bad snoring.. and then at 4am he played some punjabi devotional songs.. from his walkman.. in full sound.. fucking woke everyone up.. then the bengali girl woke and first scolded him in bengali.. and then hindi.. and the sardar switched it off.. next day when i woke up i coudlnt find my slipper.. slipper lost in the sleeper.. tcha kavidhai.. kavidhai..

i still cant understand how cloud atlas dint even get near the Chinese factory where the Oscars things are made. it is way too awesome, just because of doing so well with such a complex concept. and less miserable was well, less miserable. on first watch. but i loved it the second time i watched it. and that pichakari lady who gets shot, she is tharmar jingli. but sadly in other photos outside the movie shes attu. that reminds me of every other girl i see on facebook.  anyways both movies had awesome music, but of course no where near what Yann Tiersen did. how can anyone be that much genius like he is, total thalai-var only..

how hard is it, if you just keep travelling.. like with no home.. just a bag.. basics.. you cant be robbed.. or so i presume so... now thats dangerous because the idea is to set out to know what desperate is.. travel along.. wash cups at corner tea shack.. make ten rubees and take the bus to the next location.. and shoot.. shoot a lot of people.. you might need a 300 wala lens.. and thats it.. no plans.. just set out.. fix the period you are going to come back for the first time.. lets says pongal'14.. start where you last left off.. it was in erudapetta.. kerala-tn border.. that blissful place.. where road side waterfalls and pope-sanctioned saint churches were common.. where the house was big and had 2 streams of clear water converging in the back yard. a garden which yielded rubber primarily and hence life.. then there was the pineapple, jackfruit, cocoa, coffee and cardamom plants... and honey combs.. and coconuts, loads of it.. the pineapple's ancestors were buried in the earth beneath... pineapple wine for christmas.. the rest of it all comes together beautifully, to make up 2 breakfasts. one when you wake up, the other after you finish your 3 hour swim and come back all hungry..and the feeling of being silently carried away by the gentle stream.. noiselessly.. it was like rajalakshmi said- pin drop silence, finger on the lip.. that much silence.. that much awesome..

and its free!!! i loved that trip... the last trip before i was called back to hell by my respected current employers.. actually its not their fault, just that corporation culture and me dont get along well.. infact we might need to be pulled apart at times.. but then like any hungry husband who goes back to his laptop for more porn, i need to get back and get my salary..but like sendhil thalai told me in my dreams, infarmasion is velthu.. you should know where to beg, other wise you are a normal beggar.. i mean how awesome it will be if you are THE best at something? like being the best beggar in india.. ok thats tough competition , lets say madras..right thats also too much, considering harris jeyaraj lives there.. what about say, mylapore.. no that is the harvad of respectable pichakara thanam.. but i might have to reconsider, when my mind goes to t nagar, west mambalam .. the t stands for thanni.. the h2o thanni.. thats the only thing which gets offered in that area.. but you have to understand, water is the most precious commodity there.. i still remember that moment when i first used a west mambalam kakoosee..in  my pati's house in west mambalam.. it was in a street called baroda street.. i never understood what baroda has to do with west mambazham..and the road was narrow.. and considering the people there, it should be called buruda street.. anyways i was 7 or 8 years old.. i went through my ritual and when i opened the tap..aaragha.. the tap infact farted.. now this was the first time i have seen this miracle, i was then in pondi.. and in pondi every one had so much water that they used to use yelaneer to make lemon juice..i was astonished when they told me that the moving railways toilet and the stationery west mamablam where one at the same.. later after seeing those numerous housing units, where all you had was a hall. common room and a small kitchen.. and a common bothroom.. i guess west mambalam is infact the indian railways.. imagine if west mambalam people can book for water bottles through irctc only.. or infact book viswaroopam tickets through that only.. no moon ki ban.. ban the un..

1 comment:

amateurninja said...

Free. West Mambalam water problems, seriously? :) I've lived there all my life and I've never had any real water problems. Some parts are better off than the others, as usual. Free.