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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Embarrassed??

Author: Anu Karthik /

So I think we all have our embarrassing moments and our stories to tell. I have had my share I should say, like the time

  • I don't remember the name of the person I am talking to and they remember me and my birthday!
  • Or when I spoke to a friend of mine for a good 10 minutes thinking her to be another friend with the same name only the friend I was talking to was expecting a baby and the one I was thinking of was just married..so it made for an interesting conversation.
  • Or the time when my professor caught me reading up on some useless movie stuff when I should have been working
  • Or the time my husband and I when dating, left a long mushy voicemail to each other on our friend's inbox. So if you ask me how that happened..well, we thought we were done with the conference call J Worse was when our friend's roommate came home to this voicemail. Yeah..that was embarrassing.
  • Or the time when you are watching a movie and SRK is holding Kajol's hands and looks into her eyes and just mouths words which you fail to hear b'cos at that time your heart is thumping and you feel really truly butterflies in your belly..and you are gaping with your mouth wide open , with just a little bit of drool and..god forbid your friends catch you in that midst..leads to endless merciless teasing..well, you get the picture!

So when I found out what V had in store for us, well it took embarrassment to a whole new level J

It was any other evening when it was time to change V's diaper. So the dutiful dad puts him on his mat and starts changing it. Right at that instant, the door bell rang. I was in the midst of dinner and went to get the door. We found out that we had a guest who we had to bring in. So what does my son decide to do..pee in the middle of the living room, thankfully mostly on his sheet. As we come in, I see my hubby holding a naked V with pee to clean and clothes sprawled all over the place..right in the middle of the living room. It was a sight to behold. Well, what can you say…so we pretended like this was normal and kept continuing to have a conversation and even offered our guest some juice. Needless to say, he refused.

I only keep thinking back to the incident I read about where the lady's child decided to throw a fully dirty diaper with poop all across the house, the day the realtor walked in with prospective buyers. Needless to say, the house did not sell. Well, nothing can be as bad as that right? Sigh!

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