First Love

           As the world is still basking in valentine mood, here I am blogging about my first love which co-incidentally struck my mind yesterday. And I realised how much I have missed it. Well, I am not leading you to any guessing game. My first love has always been books. I might not be an avid reader but I am a reader and I enjoy books. My idea of perfect day is an engaging novel, few bar of chocolates in faraway land away from others.

         Since my childhood I have been a reader. I do not know how I fell in love with reading. May be I was my family especially my father who is reader himself. When I was small, I read a lot of tamizh magazines and books as my father was reading them. May be it started from there. And my maternal grandmother is a reader too. I remember whenever we went to my grandmother’s place, i would go to her book attic( back then there was no shelves in her place), grab some Tamizh novels and sit in a corner and start reading them. I was not bothered that i had already read some of the books. As much as I enjoyed playing all the typical outdoor games children play, I always had time for books. In fact, I had the habit of reading while eating much to the dismay of my mother. Until,  few years ago, I had the habit and now I eat either in front of my lappy or television which is worse.

       As I moved to secondary school, I was reading a lot of books and was a prominent person in Program Membaca( Reading Programme) . Both my brother and I were the winners of the reading competition and teachers especially my Malay teacher paid so much of attention to us and guided us. ( But, I cheated too by copying the synopsis and presenting as though I had read the books). And today I am the NILAM (Nadi Ilmu Amalan Membaca) teacher in school J. During my secondary school phase, my father started encouraging our reading interest by buying newspapers in 3 languages. He used to buy Star( English), Berita Harian (Malay) and Nanban (Tamizh). So, every weekend, all of us would be sitting in a corner with a newspaper. And my mother used to get so mad at me for not helping her in the kitchen:p

         During my time in Sydney, I read a lot and started buying second hand books and build my own collection. But now, due to the hectic working life I have distanced myself from books. Though, I have started subscribing Reader’s Digest I feel I am not doing enough to quench my thirst. Recently, I had to read a novel since it is part of the Literature  Component for my students and as a teacher it is imperative to read. I opened the book after dinner sat on the corner of my bed and finished it before I went to bed. That is when I realised the reader in me is still there and all I have to do is get some books. Strange enough I was browsing Mph website and an Indian writer’s page when I realised that I seriously need to get some books. In fact though I started  reading Tamizh books before anything else, as I grew old my priority shifted.  But Thank God I have found the love back. So I am planning to get at least 5 books. They are   :

ஏழாம் உலகம் - ஜெயமோகன்

ஒரு மனிதன் ஒரு வீடு ஒரு உலகம்- ஜெயகாந்தன் 

127 hours

The Wedding Girl -Sophie Kinsella

Love in Torn Land

OMG!

That title has got nothing to do with this post. It's just for the TRP :). Well i must admit that i have been very irregular here. It's just that i'm too caught up with my work( actually that's not the real scenario but it sounds cool).Well, on a serious note i feel so different. I think i am no longer the person who posted the last post:p


I think i have matured a lot in this 6 months having seen so many ups and downs. I am slowly and reluctantly getting ready for the next stage in life ( will reveal when the time comes) and at times i feel old. Receiving slaps on my face does not hurt me much these days. I am planning to lead a carefree life. Just 2 weeks ago, my application for postgraduate studies in UM was approved and i was in cloud 9. I felt i was the happiest person in the world. Believe it or not, i sat and talked with HIM saying how much i love him for giving me everything that i need  want.

Then i told my principal about it and asked her to excuse me on Fridays so that i can travel 5hrs to UM to further my studies. Her answer."NO, if you die on the road i'm responsible for you(that was not the exact word but similar) and she refused to entertain me. Not willing to give up, i was not bothered about her and took a medical leave and went to UM to register myself in. The climax of this story is when i realised i  could not enrol in any of the classes as the time of the classes clashed with my work.I was broken into pieces and i felt like crying. It's not just about the chance but the ordeal that i had to undergo in order to reach UM on time.

I took the earliest bus from my place to KL which was 10.30 am and reached Bukit Jalil at 4pm. And i had to register by 5pm.  Through out the journey to UM i was on the phone pleading with the officers to wait for me. It was raining when i reached UM by foot and i didn't even take my umbrella out from my bag fearing that could make me late. I ran towards the office and reached 5 mins late. I knocked and knocked the door and pleaded with the people to let me in only to find that the classes were full. Then i rushed to personally meet the lecturers and beg them to take me in only in vain. Then, i rushed back to the bus station only to be told that the only bus available was at 11.30pm. So i sat there watching and counting people till 11.30pm. I took the bus and reached the FARAWAY land at 4a.m.

That's the ordeal i had to experience in order to fulfill my dream. Alas, i flunked. Am i sad? Yes! Am i devastated? NO! Because nowadays nothing can kill me. I'm just not bothered. If it's meant to happen it will happen:)

Madrasapattinam

I am back! and that too with a wonderful movie. I simply loved this movie by Vijay. Though his first venture Kreedom was not  a success and i marvelled at the intense emotions in the movie. Back to this movie, this is one of the finest movie in recent times where masala movies have been dominating the industry.

The opening of the movie very much reminded movie of the Love saga Titanic as the now-old-heroine narrates the story and the presence of a granddaughter. Unlike Titanic, this is a period movie which tells the love between a white lady and a common  who lived at the bank of The Koovam River. The movie feels so real and you connect to the story and the characters despite the settings of the movie which is set 1940s. unlike most period movies, this movie does not dwell on the fights and conflicts to seek independence. Though the conflicts are here and there,an intense love story is woven to the plot and evident throughout the movie. Kudos to the art director who has brought back Madras giving us a glimpse of the 1940s India. Every single frame looks so real and beautiful in the movie especially the trams and central station.

As far as the acting department is concerned, every one has done their part. But the surprise package is certainly Amy Jackson who has done a splendid performance. Her acting is undeniably excellent leaving us yearning to see her more on the screen. She looks stunning, graceful and delivers well despite the language barrier. She is so convincing that you tend to believe such a tender and graceful lady can fall in love with young man with golden heart.Her scenes linger in you even after the movie ends. The lady who plays the old Amy Jackson is very convincing and relates well to the characters. Arya is one fine actor and here he proves again. He fits the bill as a strong young man who fights aggressively and loves unconditionally. The part where he learns English is very cute and your hearts go out to him during the climax.

The music by GV is wonderful and i am still in love with the song Pookal Pookum. The other songs are brilliant too. But the feelings in the song Pookal Pookum song is adapted well onto the scene. And that is my personal favourite as my day begins with the song and ends with that too. Bravo to Vijay who has given one of the finest movies of late.Madrasapattinam -Beautiful