Anal Melae Panithuli

Author: Anu Karthik / Labels: ,

I meant to watch this song right after I saw this post on this little midget's blog, but did not get to it until today.

I don't have anything new to say on Surya as I am pretty speechless whenever I see him look into my eyes, ahem! ( I know he looks into the camera or into whichever pretty lass is paired with him but I like to think it is me he is looking at every single time)

So anyway the point of this post is that I think slowly Indian movies are quietly accepting and endorsing pre-marital sex. This is just one such example. Pls refer to portion in video where the marriage happens after not before a pretty sensuous scene unlike in older movies. In my opinion it is a personal choice, and a trend that is trying to keep up with bringing on screen what happens in our daily lives. I am OK with that but not with the hypocrisy of taking Khusboo to task for her comments on the same and giving a "U" to such movies which in their own way are saying the same thing.


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People- Where Art Thou?

Author: Anu Karthik / Labels: , ,

One of the things I have always loved about the US is slowly driving me nuts. I am talking about the non-existent life and invisible people here! If you are from one of the busy cities in India, what the heck..any place in India you can sense what I am talking about. The one thing that greets you as soon as you land in the airport is the cacophony of sound and the hoards of people everywhere. I am from Chennai and whether is it shopping for sarees in Nalli, or walking (actually being pushed) along Ranganathan street or waiting to be seated in Saravana Bhavan, or just trying to cross the street- the one constant is people (lots of them), sound, color and life. Which is why having some quite and peace was a welcome change here!

But now with a 13 month old that I am trying to engage I am really missing home like ever L So irrespective of what time I leave for work whether it is 7 or 10 am I never see anyone outside. Irrespective of what time I come back whether 4 or 6 pm, I never see anyone outside. I either see parked cars telling me they are back from home, or none denoting they are yet to be back. I don’t even see lights or anyone inside eating dinner, are they all asleep at 6? All the lawns are always trimmed, all the roses always blooming, yet I see no one working on their yards. I don’t see even birds here, only a stray car going now and then which I run from one end of the house to the other to show V through the windows. It is summer now and kids are supposed to be on vacation, so how come no one is on the street playing ( very rarely I do see them). Is everyone traveling every evening, every weekend – I have no clue. I see people shopping in every store but how come very few in the parking lot compared to the # of cars parked. There is no postman that I see, no garbage man that I see, no delivery man that I see; but packages and letters that are magically at my door. People- where art thou?

I am ready to see some cows, dogs and hear the auto horn that was once so annoying. I am ready to be pushed into the throes at Ranganathan street or into the mad crowd at Pothys. I am ready to feel the fervor when a new movie releases and see giant posters everywhere. I am ready to be back in Chennai eating my amma’s meals and sharing nonsenses with appa. I am ready to complain about the sultry Chennai heat. I am ready to be back home.

P.S. Much as I like and enjoy and appreciate the US for what she is, I love India despite her drawbacks for it is she that I belong to.

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