Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Rahul Gandhi- Fan of That This Which (Adhu Idhu Edhu!)

After a lot of thought, a sleepless night, and 1200 mL of Wagh Bakri, the Madras Mokka team came up with a logical(and probably the only) explanation as to why Rahul Gandhi would make a fool out of himself (like he did )on prime-time television-on Jan 27th. Superficially, it may seem like his age and IQ are the same-for giving irrelevant answers in an interview, seeming to not understand questions, and believing that people actually take him seriously and things like that. But, this man- RG, appears to be a patron of the arts. That side of him has never been exposed to the main stream media. Frankly Speaking with Arnab Goswami(aired on Jan 27th) was the first show ever(ever ever ever ever!! ever..ever! EVER!) to capture that side of this multifaceted personality. Researches on fictions about RG was an eye opener.


Right from a very young age, Rahul Gandhi has been someone who adores and appreciates the diversity of India. He believes that cultural exchanges between various corners of the country are very important to restore unity. It is this thought, that encouraged him to finance a lot of remake movies. 

In an interview to MasalaVada Times, he said  "It was my idea to remake Ghajini(2008-Hindi) from Ghajini(2005-Tamil). Though, I don't understand why Aamir Khan looked different in the Tamil version. Interestingly, I have observed this phenomenon in a lot of other remakes as well. " When the reporter asked about what made him incline towards cinema as a medium,what other movies has he helped to be remade, and does he have plans of remaking Hollywood movies; he said "This is not something new to me. I believe exchange of ideas is healthy. Exchange of arts is exchange of culture. In fact, I am remaking some Japanese movies, and Hollywood movies to improve our Foreign Exchange. Like I said, this is not new to me. I have been involved with a lot of remakes in the past as well. It was my idea to remake Gol Maal, the 1979 Hindi movie into Thillu Mullu, the 1981 Tamil movie. It was my idea to remake Rakhi(1962) from Pasamalar(1961), and Aadmi(1968)from Aalayamani(1962)." When the interviewer interrupted and asked him-"Were you not born in 1970? How could you have helped the remakes of movies in the 1960s?" He replied "So what? I didn't let that bog me down. Now, let me ask you a question. Do you want to live in an India that bogs you down by the things you were saying just now? Or do you want an open system in India? Don't you want the women of India to be empowered?"  

Sources close to RG, asserted that he is trying to broaden his horizons. After being an integral part of a lot of remakes(of movies) for the past 5 decades(or more), he is now trying to remake some TV shows. Our sources further went on to say that he was interested in re-re-making Koffee with Karan because he missed out on remaking the show. Rahul Gandhi, learning from his previous mistake, didn't want anyone else to remake Adhu Idhu Edhu (That This Which!) (please click the wiki link to understand what the show is about if you don't know). So, he took up the self-assigned mission on popularizing the TV show. He felt, Adhu Idhu Edhu, which is currently aired only in a regional language, caters to a very small population. He thought, if he managed to produce/enact/demonstrate the show in English and Hindi, it will get a wide recognition that it truly deserves. So, his interview with Arnab on Frankly Speaking was actually a grand-scale commercial for the National version of Adhu Idhu Edhu. RG, believed in the concept and its potential to become a hit reality show. He wanted to engage the whole country in the game show- as an audience in some parts, and as participants in one of the segments. 


Now with that information from our sources, Madras Mokka tried to breakdown each segment of the show and how RG executed his master plan.

Round: 1 Group la Doopu(English: Find the odd one out) (from Wiki)

The first round is called Group la doopu(dupe)(English: Find the odd one out). There are three people in front of the participants, who are dressed as belonging to a particular profession or group(eg. tailors, dancers, craftsmen etc.) of which two actually practice the said profession or belong to the said group, whereas, the third has been trained by a professional to make it seem like he also practices the said profession or belongs to the said group.


Implementation:

That was a no-brainer. RG, the selfless genius, to demonstrate round 1; chose the TV audience as his participants. That helped them to get hooked on to the show. He chose PM candidates as the group (that's why I called him, a selfless genius). Now, the participants have to find the odd one out-amongst (A)Narendra Modi (B) Rahul Gandhi(assuming he is the nominated INC candidate) (C) Arvind Kejriwal(assuming he is the nominated AAP candidate). 


Round 2: Siricha Pochu (English: Lose if you laugh) (from Wiki)

The second round is called Siricha Pochu (English: Lose if you laugh). This round is arguably the USP of the show. The participants are shown a stand up comedy performance from either one or a group of the show’s comedians. During the performance, the participants lose points if they laugh or smile. The participants are instructed to look only at the performance, without covering their mouths or looking in a different direction. Points are deducted from a participant's point tally if he/she laughs. 


Implementation:

In this round, RG made Arnab a participant (actually the only one).  Listening to RG's responses in the interview, I can imagine how difficult it would've been for Arnab to control his laughter. And needless to say, RG was the entertainer. How many of us can go to a TV show as a guest, and turn the host in to a participant. Arnab somehow managed to survive this round.


Round 3: Maathi Yosi (English:Think Differently) (from Wiki)

The third round is called Maathi Yosi (English:Think Differently). In this round, each participant is called to have an interview with the host. During the interview, the participant has to provide a completely unrelated answer to each question posed by the host. If the participant answers the question with a related answer, they are considered out. And the points are deducted from his/her tally.


Implementation:

The overall theme of yesterday's(Jan 27th) show was Maathi Yosi. In this round, RG played the role of the participant, and Arnab played the role of the host. This round was a piece of cake for RG. He was a natural. I personally feel that, it is this segment of the show that drew RG towards Adhu Idhu Edhu. He played this round with the finesse and artistry of a true professional, like he was brought to this world to just ace this round.


That is how RG, the Adhu Idhu Edhu fan executed his plan. If you think about it, RG went on a show to introduce the nation to an even bigger show-that's meta. Evil genius I say!. 


--Madras Mokka __/\__

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

That 80's show-Magic of Moojic-1

The talk show Neeya Naana has very rarely had the intersection of (a)good topic (b)good/mature participants (c)an unbiased verdict/bottom line. The most recent show(aired on 07/22/2012-*) hit the magic intersection of these three factors.The show was about music(cine music-Tamil)  in the 80s and  its everlasting effect it has on people. People shared their favorite and the then-popular numbers and their related nostalgia connected to those songs. If you are talking about(Tamil & South) cine music in the late 70s and the whole of 80s, it is a sin if you don't mention the name of Ilayaraja at least twice in every sentence. Many music directors have come after Ilayaraja. Most of them are extremely talented; they compose super-cool songs-they use great instruments, reduce the noise,cut-paste sung portions so that the breath control of a singer doesn't limit the tempo of the songs, get global attention and recognition and what not-BUT no one comes close to the degree of soulfulness that Ilayaraja packs his songs with. He penetrated into the minds of people and literally dictated them what song to think about when they face a particular situation. In fact, I would even step out and say some people just remembered some songs and waited for life events to happen so that they can apply and relate to it. I envy those people who enjoyed their formative years as a music fan when Ilayaraja was at his peak. The burning jealousy was partially pacified by the fortune of having  cinema paithiyam mother and brother who indulged me in those classics when I grew up.

If you belonged to the middle class in the 80-90s with a dull-sad greenish blue color paint covering your wall, you probably didn't own a lot of tape cassettes. You had to wait for your favorite song to be played on the radio. Or stop and wait near a tea-stall when one of your favorite songs was being played.I know people who have skipped/missed their regular bus just to listen to a favorite song of theirs in a tea-shop/newspaper mart.You wouldn't know when the next opportunity would come to listen to that song. That element of rarity and surprise cannot be quantified and it has become such a lost entity that it is difficult to relate to it when we have youtube and multiple sources of mp3 files at our disposal. Once every year, my mom used to write down a list of songs on a sheet of paper and give it to the cassette recording guy(next to a XEROX shop). This was a great concept. It helps you pick and choose your favorites alone as opposed to buying the album's cassette where you like just 2 or 3 songs out of the 6. Besides saving money, we also have a customized only-hits playlist. Amma would have always exceeded the capacity of one cassette just by a song or two. The guy in the shop would give us an attractive offer- "If you want to record a second cassette including those extra songs and some more new additions I will give a discount on the per-cassette cost." I can't remember a time when we have showed a restraint for it. Now, we had to sit down there and list enough number of songs to make a complete cassette;-this was an absolutely sweet pass-time. Since we get to do this in the shop itself, we get to sit and listen to some songs for OC(free of cost)... :P. 

Being a part of this idiot generation has stolen some of the unique experiences like these from me and my friends.People who had their childhood in 80s or went to school-college in the 80s are at least 917.8765% more awesome than anyone who didn't.

Some situations and songs that appealed to me in school:
Friday evening from school to home -Idhu oru ponmalai pozhudhu(Nizhalgal)
Sunday evenings/Monday mornings-Malai oram Veesum Kaatru(Paadu Nilave)
The games with flat-makkal- Vaanam Namakku Boomi(Anjali)
Foot board on bus-Valai Osai(Sathya)

*-P.S: Youtube Link to that Neeya Naana episode:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZnelGoMvvIs&list=ELefVro1ipeMY&index=0&feature=plcp  

-Cheers

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Flash back-15 yrs ago-Nested Diary Entries

Flash back- 15 yrs ago, my perceptions about 02/14 as a 11 year old.
A blog, about a diary entry about a diary entry. A prerequisite knowledge that all the readers should possess before reading- Venkat was my one-year-older-than-me neighbor who went to the same school as I did. In other words, he was my senior in school and also my neighbor.
The characters who narrate are.....
 

madras mokka- The blogger 
madras - The blogger when he was 11 yrs old
Venkat- Neighbor of madras(Venkat's diary entries are not his own entries. madras's imagination of Venkat's diary entries are written in this font and color)

FLASH BACK...




13th Feb 1997:
Dear Diary,

I think, the following is what Venkat will be conveying to his diary tonight and tomorrow evening
.


"
13th Feb 1997:

Dear Diary,


There is something that I have not told (even)you till today. You know you are my best friend; and for the same reason, I hope you would forgive me for keeping
this secret from you.


You know that I've always wondered why Mathematics is taught for a longer time than it should actually be taught for.Once the method is described, and an example is worked on the board, why should we repeat the same formula on different numbers many times. If we had saved all those minutes spent on repeating the routine, we would have had a lot more free periods/holidays or best- more games periods in school.This is how I have always felt.But this newly appointed Reshma ma'm has changed the way I look at this and the school in general. The first day she entered the class, I thought she was the substitute English teacher in-charge, covering for the absent Padma ma'm. She wrote ALGEBRA on the board and underlined it.I was shocked. I couldn't believe she was a Maths teacher. She didn't wear spectacles, she had long red nails. she had applied lip-stick and there was no sandal/vibuthi mark on her fore-head.She is so different from the other Math teachers. Everything she does has some grace about it. When she cleans the board in a hurry, that music from her bangles clinging on to each other caused by the hasty hand movement is melodious.One moment, she is near the first bench;then, suddenly she rushes to the board to write something.That quick turn makes a whiff off that divine scent so representative of her, glide through till the last bench in the room. The free hair is all over her face; and she clears it with so much grace that I could compare it only with a dozen flamingos dancing in unison. I wish she was our neighbour. I wish she was the only Maths teacher all along. I wouldn't have sulked when she borrows hours from English and Hindi teachers.I would have asked for 6 working days a week and at least 5 Math periods a day. I have one of her handkerchiefs that I stole when she was busy writing on the board. It has purple flowers printed on the white background with a pink border.



Raju mentioned that there is a new shop called Archies near our school.
And he saw seniors buy heart shaped balloons, roses and cards from that shop that they were going to give to the girls they liked. I stayed in school till 6 in the evening at the playground and waited for the crowd to disappear around the school campus. And then walked into the store. I asked the shop keeper what was the most popular gift people were buying today and would my pocket money be sufficient to buy that. He gave me this red rose with a plastic skirt around its stem and a plain white card that has " I Love You" written in bright red on the inside. I am going to go early to school tomorrow- telling Appa that I have a cricket practice session. I am going to stand outside the staff room and wait for Reshma ma'm. Give this rose and card to her and run back to my classroom. Wish me goodluck. I am going to sleep early tonight. First thing tomorrow after I come back from school, I will tell you what happened. Sorry for not letting you know about this earlier.-Bye
Venkat..
"



Just because he is elder than me, Venkat thinks he knows a lot about this V-day and roses and cards. I think this is what his entry will be for tomorrow. And as I am about to continue writing, India lost another finals to SA- SBI ODI series.


"14th Feb 1997:Dear Diary,

Nothing worked as planned. Everything was a disaster. You remember how we lost the WC
semifinals, from 98 for 1 to 120 for 8 at Eden gardens to Srilanka.That is how it was.I went to school at 7:30 today morning. Stopped near the temple. Prayed to lord Ganesha and then climbed the stairs and was waiting near the staff room for a long time.Finally, I spotted Reshma ma'm climbing the stairs. She was carrying a bag in her hand and couldn't climb the stairs comfortably. I ran to the stairs and offerred to help her by sharing the load she was carrying.She gave me a smile and handed over a small plastic bag and an umbrella to me. My heart was beating faster as she approached the staff room entrance and went near her seat. I also followed her to her seat. Lakshmi ma'm and Latha ma'm were also in the staff room. Reshma ma'm asked me- "Thank you very much. Why are you here Venkat ?" I replied- "I have a doubt in this sum where the denominator reads (x-x)-Isn't that a zero expression then ma'm? How to solve it ?" She looked into the textbook and said "Oh yeah, that is a printing mistake my child. Don't worry about it. I think it was meant to be a (x+x),printing mistake." Perfect timing-as this conversation lasted just long enough for Latha ma'm and Lakshmi ma'm to leave the room. I nervously reached for the rose and card from the front zip of my schoolbag and took it out.It felt like I just pulled the fuze of the hand grenade out and the explosion can happen any moment. I gave the rose and the card to Reshma ma'm and ran back to the class as if I was chased by 5 bull dogs.The last thing that I noticed before giving the rose to her was that the petals had dried and developed a maroon colour along the edges.
I entered the classroom and hurried my way on to my seat. I was sweating and panting. Vivek was sitting next to me. Though he noticed that something was strange,he didn't ask me anything.I was very anxious thinking about what would be running in Reshma ma'm's mind. The first period of the day was Math. With every step she marched towards the classroom, a new sweat gland kept getting activated in my body. She entered and every student stood up to wish her and then sat down. She took the attendance register, read the roll call out and walked near the board. The class proceeded like it usually would. She was very normal and conducted herself as if nothing happened. I, for a moment thought "did I give the rose and the card to some other teacher? This whole thing was a bad idea.God, please get me out of this trouble..Somehow!!". In a while, the bell rang marking that the first period got over.She looked at me after the class got over and smiled. As Latha ma'm entered the classroom for the next class, Reshma ma'm said " Latha, I am taking Venkat out for a few minutes." That's when one part of my problem was solved. I haven't given the rose to some other teacher.

She took me to the staffroom and said "See, Venkat. You are a
good student. A smart boy. It is very common for a boy of your age to develop a crush on people from the opposite gender you see. But it becomes destructive if you get distracted. Take your mind off it and concentrate on studies and the cricket tournament that starts in a couple of weeks. I will not complain about this to the principal or your parents." She gave a friendly pat on my head asked me to get back to the classroom. I experienced a huge sigh of relief on my way back to the classroom.I took small steps in walking towards my classroom-very different from how I entered the classroom the first time today morning. I was glad that it didn't get any worse and returned to my seat. The rest of the day passed by just thinking in how many different ways things could have gotten worse and how lucky was I to escape from all of them.

The final bell of the day rang, and everyone was getting ready to
leave the classroom. I slowly dragged my feet outside the classroom and was walking towards the exit, thinking about the events of the day. Suddenly, I heard the peculiar tap noise of Reshma mam's sandals. The tempo was a little higher but yet I could recognize that distinct sound pattern of her getting down the stairs. Though, everything was over, I was interested in knowing why she was hurrying her way out of the building. I have never seen her do that. I followed her from a safe distance and still managed to trace her movement. She went out of the school gates and ran to the corner of the street and stopped near a blue Kinetic Honda.The number plate read TN09 5645. The man sitting on that vehicle removed his helmet and got down off it.He had brown hair, a thick moustache, a golden bracelet on his left hand. His hair style and built looked very much like Ramki,the yesteryear hero of Tamil Cinema. Reshma ma'm gave him a hug and put his helmet back on his head and sat behind him on the pillion. I couldn't control a trickling tear from my left eye as I saw her move away speedily on the motorized vehicle.I wish I hadn't followed her to only get my heart broken. That curiosity did kill me.-Bye
Venkat
"

I know it is quite possible that something like this can happen to Venkat tomorrow. Though I don't like him dominating me, I don't want anything bad to happen to him. He may be elder than me; but he fails to realise the fact that I have an elder brother(6 years older than me and 5 years older than Venkat)who can guide me with his advice and experience to handle such situations. Anna introduced me to the word Infac-chuation . when he came home for the winter break between semesters. Sorry sorry it is spelled as infatuation. He says it is very common for students of our age to have a crush on one of our classmates or teachers who we meet on an everyday basis. But, we should stay away from being distracted by that, else it becomes very dangerous for our studies. It is better to spend a lot of time on studies and hobbies to get out of such thoughts.

-madras
o__
_>/ _
(_)\(_)


14th Feb 1997:
Dear Diary,

I think, we were being very creative yesterday. Nothing eventful happened in the school today, but for this- I walked close to the dustbin(of our classroom) to spit the gum I was chewing. To my surprise, I saw a rose and a card in the classroom's dustbin. I didn't assume anything.

-madras

o__
_>/ _
(_)\(_)


Till date, I have never spoken anything about this to Venkat. I just like to think that certain things happened. It was nice to recollect that this is what I had imagined 15 years ago to............. get over my crush. And Shhhhhhhh!! till date, my diary doesn't know about this first crush.

-madras mokka

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Adam, in the Prospect

The beauty of evolution is that it is a gradual process; but the drawback is that- sometimes we are caught napping midst the slow proceedings when the natural selection demands a societal change. The concept in Boolean algebra that is the closest to evolution is---- Karnaugh map. The change of state representation is very gradual and smooth- 00 01 11 10(note that 11 precedes 10). Little did I realize, it had so much to do with the human life cycle, till a couple of days ago.The moment this realization hit me hard, I felt like a prophet and accepted the self imposed responsibility to spread the word. 00: When the first batch of men and women walked on earth, natural resources were abundant. You just had to stay awake around a meal time to avoid starving.That is how easy sustenance was(no one had to "seek"). No one had to work;in fact no one knew "work."This,I define as 00. No woman worked; no man worked.

01: Then came a phase when natural resources were slowly getting depleted. Satiating hunger started involving some voluntary action called gathering food or sometimes hunting.This turned out to be a defining moment in evolution. Sometime during the fag end of 00, women secretly met and decided that- in the event that resources dry up, we somehow make it the responsibility of the man to find food and make sure the family survives.Women of this period were stubborn and determined in executing their secret code.This batch of staunch women were clinical in incepting the thought that man should win the bread(Later they would "create" folklore around manufatured principles like Udhyogam Purusha Lakshanam).Men had to start working. Men who rebelled this set up, didn't have(or lost) families. They were skimmed and ignored as outcasts. It became an ultimatum of the day-Men should work. The only solace, rested in the fact that other men had to work too. This, ladies and gentlemen I define as 01. No woman worked; Men started working.
11:
Several years after men started working, there crawled a gradient in their earning potentials. Some men became more productive than the others and started to bring home more goods when they returned from work compared to others. These men, not only inflicted harm on other men by raising the bar, but also became cocky with their power to provide- It translated into attempting to dominate and ill-treat their spouses. Just like a crook saved the fictitious Pumplesdrop during an economic downturn, some hardworking prick(s) a.k.a more capable men ruined life for other mortal (jestu passu)workers. At one end, the needs were growing like weeds;the middle-class clan started embracing luxuries and gradually standardized them as basic necessities. At the other end, these oppressed women(spouses of highly capable men) felt the need to neutralize their husbands. Economic prowess and financial independence seemed like the path to take to achieve that. Words like equality, women rights, egalitarianism, liberation and emancipation spread like a virus. Thus, these mega needs and social equality impended women entering work places. This, my friends marked the beginning of the 11 era. Women worked; Men worked




Future: ??
Some where in the evolution, human beings developed this habit of selectively responding to premonitions. That's when they became sensitive to global warming, recycling plastic, awareness about soon to be extinct species, acid rain,conservation of fossil fuels, ozone layer depletion and all the buzz that surrounds paper-less bank statements. Never did they stop and think about the the next evolutionary step in the human life cycle even though the warning alarms were anything but subtle; they are in fact, louder than the loudest rock band. The evils of of the current 11 regiment are too many.
With both the husband and wife working, there is no quality time and effort spent on the bringing up of children. Stress levels have reached new heights. Domestic violence is prevalent(which gender gets abused is a totally debatable topic worth another blog). Premature divorces are so common; that, now divorces are trending towards becoming premarital. What a hazardous situation are we living in. It is time to step up and promote 10. Women working; Men not working.



Why 10 is the need of the hour and some vibrant signs:
a)Look how much women have transcended. They have entered work places(with the advent of 11) that were once meant only for men. They started wearing men's clothes. They have gone to space, become presidents,manage companies, run schools and what not. It's high time we start entering territories that they have had exclusive control of(at least once upon a time). We should be at home, kitchen, watch mega serials, spend a lot of time with the kid, and run other such errands. I have always felt, just like Autokaarar.. .Rickshawkaarar. .Paalkaarar..Veetukaarar. ...Home Maker should also refer to a man. If you want to sound cool make it H2(H-square)-House Husband.


b)A trend that has been observed in the last 17 years- the pass% and aggregate distribution of class X and class XII results have showed that female students fair better compared to male students. Another noteworthy observation-Harsha Bhogle and Indra Nooyi were classmates. Indra Nooyi went on to become the CEO of PEPSI FOODS, whereas Harsha Bhogle makes a living by writing skewed cricket articles and Abhangs about popular cricketers. I think men should be the bigger people here and not be interested in academics and corporate set ups anymore.

c)Motherhood has been receiving a lot of mention and appreciation in art, literature and religion because of the mothers' role in their child's growth and development.Probably, if men spend most of their(or all their)time at home they will have the opportunity to make a mark for fatherhood.

d)Women should have their cycle of fun too- for eg: male infanticide, adam teasing, women tying the knot,men living with their in laws,sata(male version of sati) and more.

Imagine the sight of 10 men marching side by side towards a school, taking lunch for their children. Feeding them sitting under a tree. And then,stay there, hang out with other dads and discuss bikes, cine star gossips, hot models in place of an afternoon siesta. Wouldn't that be heaven on earth.

Now the ball is in the men's court. Do we want to resist this important evolutionary step; or be alert in spotting the cues and indulge in the transformation. Do we want to be the typica or the carbonaria ?? Who knows, this positive step may put us back to the most coveted 00 in the cycle. What is more special than asking your lady love on your knees "Will you take me as your (house) husband."


-madras mokka

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Mr.Peter- Linear equation exemplified

Fond memories of Mr.Peter on a Sunday evening:
1995: He sat next to me in 5th std. During lunch breaks, my normal friends and myself used to play chain cut under the hot sun. I remember, kedi* Sundar always got out first if Shruthi was the catcher, so that he could hold her hands and chase others. Coming back to the point, Mr. Peter(bandha paramasivam or pult*-ing lad) always read Tintin comics during the lunch break. He always ate 'fox' chocolate(or candy...it is the rich man's ravalgon candy) during the 10 minute recess after first three sessions of class. He wore an elegant spectacles(thin metal framed, when all other middle class employee's spectacle wearing children wore a glass/synthetic frame). His uniform was always neatly pressed(may be his mom was a housewife?? or may be his watchman Marudhu got it pressed from bhai's mobile laundry).
He was slightly round(not too obese). He wore a watch that his father bought him from Singapore. His lunch was brought in a tupperware. I didn't notice anything wrong with the way his anterior teeth were positioned but yet he wore a dental clip(it was the fashionable thing then). He started using deodorant sprays from the age of 9.

1996: It was the first time he had invited his friends(myself and some of the others who sat around him in the class) to his home. It was his birthday party. In 1980s and 1990s movies, a rich kid named Raj always wore a suit/blazer and would look dazzling with his suited up daddy and designer saree draping mummy with expensive ear-rings and necklaces(who also had a bun ring of hair called "kondai" by Gaundamani) on his birthday party.
(eg: bun kondai and designer sari)

It was nothing short of that blitz and splendor. He showed us around his room and the rest of his house. What else should I say, I think the movie Azhagan* was shot in his house. In 'his' room, he showed his expensive stamp collection book, his TELL ME WHY, TELL ME HOW books and also a thick rich looking encyclopedia. He had a video-game set and catrdiges. He used to come to school in a Maruthi 800, dropped by driver Manikam. Whenever my mother dropped me at school in a state of the art TVS XL(not super) she would humorously ask "ivana kadathina evalo therum??(translation: what amount of ransom money would be fetched if we were to kidnap him and blackmail his parents" He had Video cassettes of Home alone, Honey I shrunk the kids and some other American TV junk that always appeared post-modern for Indian audiences, when the maximum englipees thing that me and my friends watched were Tom and Jerry on Sunday mornings in DD2 Metro. His highness always considered himself to be very smart and studious and the worst part was that; he made others also believe in it. But cometh the exams and then the results, his true material was revealed. Not that he was a bad student(he was actually about average to above average); but the aura he had around him and the intellectual look he had when basic algebra was taught; and not to forget- the fluorescent highlighters/markers he used(even while reading a story book) made him look like an utter failure and an idhuku dhan ivalo pult-a? impression about him.
1997: It was around the time when we were transitioning from Oliyum Oliyum* to Pepsi Ungal choice*, Mr. Pult-man started listening to the Jazz, Rock kind of western stuff and borrowed some old 1980s Michael Jackson cassettes from his A-may-rican cousin who would dump out-of fashion American trash on Pultman. Pultman's father was transferred to a different part of India and that's when I thought we would never meet again.

2004: I had just joined orkut and one fine day, got a friend request from I-didn't-recognize-who-it-was. Then went through his profile and noticed a huge list(like a Bhima's komanam*) of English movies cited as his favorite movies. Only then I realized it was our Pultman and the long list had to be compared with Hulk's komanam and not Bhiman. Then recognized it was our adorable pultman. Now he pults also with his Peter. He was the first one to call me a "dude" and I was honored. He inquired about the "babes" of our class in our orkut scrap conversations. I went through his orkut album. There were pictures of him at various concerts with hep and trendy people. Branded T-shirts and expensive saaku thuni(stone wash waste cloth) pants and his costly deospray/scent or whatever it was- gave a pungent odor through the PC's screen emanating from a digital photograph. He was always in vogue however vague he looked in those outfits :). Then, there was not a great deal of touch with him. However, I followed his updates on orkut.

2007:
Hep guy joined some university in the US of A for the fall of that year. And so did I. He had added me on g-talk. Suddenly he pinged me one fine day...

Peter: Hey dude...what are you doing ??
me: u mean now ? or generally these days?
Peter: Now...
me: Chatting with my parents.
Peter: Cool.... one small favor da...
me: yes sure....
Peter: Can you ask your parents to ask my folks to come online ?? I will give you their phone number........
me: sure...

Hmmm... His highness' parents are folks whereas mine are just parents......point taken saar..



2008: Peter became ultra peter after one yr of stay in the US. He left me a scrap in Sept 2007 on orkut. 'Hey dude, u still on orkut....join FB man...let's catch up there. With every passing day in US Peter became more and more Peter-er. He bought all apple products that was available in the market- macbook,i-pod, i-phone, i-touch,i-jatti(chaddi),i-banian,i-thermals. How did I get to know that?? There was an album on facebook titled "My apple family". He had individual pics of each of the i-things he possessed and a final picture that had all his apple products and a half bitten apple was also in the photograph. Wow, he has developed an amazing sense of humor too now. He then bought a guitar. And posed to a lot of pictures with a guitar in his hand, a long hair and made sure the strum was visible in the picture. One of the pictures that shocked me was- he was wearing a round neck T-shirt that had GEEK written on the front of it in a weird font. He had a Macbook in his hand and all other i-things in place with a picture of Steve jobs stuck on his cupboard and the " The Journey is the reward" book of Steve jobs on his table. For a moment I thought(not an apple product), how easy has it become to be a geek. Gone are those days when People used to spend a lot of time with hard-bound 5000 page books and spent long hours in labs and read a lot of IEEE/research papers/publications an what not. Now, if you own cool apple products and add a comic from PhD comics and post poorly attempted geeky jokes on Facebook wall with rank bad word play----- wham!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U r a GEEK. And one more thing, geeks definitely have to watch the Big Bang Theory on CBS.


2011: He deeply mourned Steve Jobs' death. He sobbed a lot on the FB. He was shocked by the untimely death of a man suffering from pancreatic cancer for years. He missed a fellow revolutionary so much that he changed his profile picture on FB(to that of Steve Jobs'). He constantly added videos about Steve Jobs and went on and on and on about how much the world misses him and how much he had changed Pult's life in terms of his peeing frequency to shaving his under-arm hair using i-blade. By mourning so much, you get the high of being Steve Jobs' colleague and a fellow technological whiz. But in reality, it is dumb asses like him who made Jobs rich. In the week following Jobs' death Pult ranted a lot about how one should dream and and take inspiration from Sir Steve Jobs on his blog. And yet manages to work his ass off for an American corporate and be in the same position for over 2 years now. Over the years, Pult has manged to not miss even a single opportunity to show off. It is a lot of effort; following a lot of sciences including fashion, music, food and hair styles. Hats off to you Pult, you are a linear equation.

Glossary:
kedi = smart in a cunning way
pult/peter = show off
idhuku dhan ivalo pult-a? = an expression to say you showed off so much only for this heh ?
Azhagan = a movie about kids who grow up in an affluent household
Oliyum Oliyum = Tamil version of chitrahaar (the only movie songs related entertainment show in Tamil on Doordarshan)
Pepsi Ungal choice = Call and request a song kind of a paid TV(non free to air)program on SUN TV.
komanam = archaic chaddi made out of old dhotis..only while washing it you get to realize what a long fabric that is