Retro

Its Onam holidaze again and iam wasting away the third day of the "four days of inactivity" bestowed upon me by my caring employer.
Having ensured my share of the feast at my Grandmother's place this afternoon the malayali in me is restless to scribble something about the legacy today. Confused about which role to don... Historian, Philosopher , naturalist or a cultural anthropologist.
Historian Deepu would be an oxymoron, iam not even well updated about the history of my family, one reason i hate family functions where i put up a pseudo smile looking bluntly at those strangers who r my supposed to be relatives trying desperately to remind me of the hours i spent with them :)

Accept my apologies dear Mrs.prema,rani,suma (They were my histroy teachers in high school) and any reader who knows more than Onam, CPI and karunakaran about kerala.

This secluded land of greenery protected by the western ghats in the east and the arabian sea on the west, formed from the silt brought down from the ghats by west flowing rivers.
Boasts of culture of its own entirely uninfluenced by any others in the country, the abode of black gold and spices, which found its mention in writings of al beruni and the chinese during the aryanization. Maybe the first kingdom in the country to practice foreign trade and fully flourishing sea ports
divided into venad, konad, kolathunad and thiruvithamkode and ambiguously named after CHERANAD or the KERAVRIKSHAM , fed by the south west monsoon which brings with it the festival of flowers every year for morons like me to sit at home and blog nonsense.

I love my state :)

Chak Diya? Check Again.....

This is one reason why I love the onam season in Kerala... The whole ambiance blows in some divinity in ur employer so that the management resorts to give away some utsav perks to its employees. So did it happen this year too and it was a sponsored show of the film Chak De India for its heavily e-patriotic employees.

The film almost made down to my expectations of a direct pluck and paste collage from a fistful of successful hollywood sports flicks with some routine CHOPRA masala thrown in but the work with the camera during the game sequences demands a standing ovation.

A review would be an idiotic thing to do here because there are guys with better stuff out there (No ..not Rajeev Masand in case you thought so) who can do a much better job.
So I would list downs some instances in the movie when I whole Heartedly Booed with the rest of the crowd.

1. Coach Khan wid ammi leaves India Rolling a scooter, maybe the local petrol wala refused to give him petrol, or his tyres were flattened because he was GADDAR.... hmmm.. emotional turbidity. (pardonable)

2.Emotional Breakdown of Mr.Khan on India winning the World Cup. Pathetic.... he whimpers and winces relying on facial contortions, think about Denzel Washington or sean penn enacting the same, you will feel the difference.(Unpardonable)

3.Khan returning to India wid ammi to mohalla still ROLLING the same scooter(bright and shiny as ever... good servicing eh),(The tyres were OK this time, so it should be the petrol). While a kid strikes out the word GADDAR written on the wall.....and after which, believe me it looked like the word BANDAR.
Its a wonder how a few crisscrosses can change a word... smirk. (Unpardonable)

4.When abhimanyu singh proposes preeti sabharwal on his knees in front of the press when she much emphatically rejects it. Truly out of place , cramped in , unnecessary situation.I wonder what made the director do this. Obviously even a "SAAS BHI" fan would reject that scene.(Unpardonable)

However , the Komal Chautala penalty shot and the background score during the games (Except the one when the girls were trailing to the mens team by 3-2) deserves an applause.