Variety is the spice of life

Off late, there are multiple memorable events that happen across the sporting fraternity. Interestingly the frequency of such astounding feats seems to have increased all of a sudden. Last week saw the rise of P.V Sindhu and her vikramaadithya attempt to vanquish the vedhalam tag of “forever the friend of bride” coming up trumps. In fact, considering that she has made it to the world championship finals, 4 times previously should’ve made her a hot favorite. But like CSK of IPL whose name is prewritten on the final 4 list even before the itinerary is written, that Sindhu would make it to a shuttle final was a given. But whether she would ever be able come back with the silverware that would be gold, was under much debate, for she had this stumble at the final lap happening across several tourneys now. All those have been to set to rest and 5th time proved lucky. The phenomenal achievement can only be realized when one compares her feat with her illustrious Indian peers. NO ONE else, eve...

Gilsbert and his Mrs. are starting for a function. “Intha dress nallaruka?” Even before the sentence could finish, pat came the reply “yes” from Gilsbert “Adha dress paathu sonna nambapola irukum..engayo paathutu edhuku yes sollanum?” “Nee edhu choose panirunthalum Nalla thaan choose panirupennu oru nambikkai. Case in point being me..heehe” “Sagikala..seri..idhu epo vaanginathu theriyuma” That “Sethaanda segaru” moment which every member of married male clan goes through – remembering when which dress was bought and for what occasion. I am obliged to state here, without prejudice, that, when it comes to remembering dresses and dates, womenfolk win hands down. I can give it in writing that no guy would ever remember when he bought a jeans. Enniki kadisia wash pannathu is an even tougher question. But date, time, milli seconds varaikkum, thannoda dress mattumillama mathavanga dresskum note panrathu is nothing short of miracle. Back to square one..err..the post. “hmm..wedding day...

I knew I had seen Pink. I vaguely remembered posting about it as well and found the link http://supershanki.blogspot.com/2016/10/pink-movie-review.html too. I had wished for Rajini to pick up Amithabh’s role, if at all the movie was remade in tamil. With Nerkonda parvai being the official remake of the hindi movie and Ajith donning the role of the Big B, more or less the wish got fulfilled. Not sure, if Rajini, at this age, could’ve brought in the strength of masculinity much needed for this role and for the movie, context wise. Story wise it is a scene to scene adaptation from the hindi movie. May be that is the reason, why it gives a “non-tamil” movie watching experience. And the concept of mapping every single character with the hindi version, doesn’t help either. Somehow, what felt as very natural and real in Pink, feels alien in NKP, from characterization perspective. Maybe, the false notion that cities down south are much safer as compared to widely publicized and debated atrocit...

It is a proven sign of ageing that, you no longer feel the need to share any funky forwards on special days and neither does people in your circuit. But for those aarva kolaar’s, who still share the mandatory forward to groups, a message that would’ve been shared across the planet a couple of more times, when hardly any one bothers to take the trouble, it is evident that the circle of acquaintances have aged as well. Beyond everything, when you don’t even bother to download and read those messages, but simply delete or ignore them, you’ve attained the state of “forwards” nirvana. I’ve always been a borderline case when it comes to groups. Somehow, I would never be fully in nor fully out. Never had someone for whom I can be counted as 3 AM friend. And those who really know me, will never call me at that time. An Egyptian mummy, getting resurrected, has a better chance of picking the call!!! So the following conversation actually came as a surprise, when it did happen around the time men...

Junior’s first theater outing. Was in two minds, where to shore out, if in case all those noise and darkness unnerve him. That too his very first movie being a 3D one was making me all the more skeptical. Needless to say, he took to it like a duck to water. Right from the time, the giraffes and zebras and other animals started making their appearance one after another, he was super excited and was calling out each of them, with the loudest cheer reserved for rhinos!! By the time the Monkey lifted Simba and announced the cub to the pride land folks, Junior was well and truly into it. Beyond a while, the 3D effect was nauseating for us and I never used those glasses. He was asking for a bit as to what was happening on screen as we had gone for an English version. Pretty sure he would’ve posed as many queries had it been in tamil as well. Especially near to the climax, he was getting scared witnessing the fights between Hyenas and the lions and turned his head away. Otherwise, he sat thro...

I am almost done with season 3 and the fringe drama series has been all the more impressive, to say the least, across these 3 seasons. What initially started as some mad scientist, letting loose, his weird experiments on unassuming public has turned into an emotional drama of father son bonding, taking the central role, alongside the weird(fringe) events. It is amazing, how time and again, the script writers of the US drama series, work out such amazingly interesting stuff. Obviously they are having the cushion of a movie budget for every episode. But still, when one looks at the end result, it is definitely worth the buck spent. Pretty sure, they would’ve had lot more storylines thought out per episode and credit goes to the editors as well, for retaining the most interesting parts and leaving out the rest. Considering the story lines gets worked out only for 6 months an year and at times stretches over several years, it is no less an ask to ensure the sanity of the storyline and make...