Marriage as Globalised Vulgarity...

Who really is Arun Nayar?More to the point, who really cares?

Our media thinks that this man and his marriage are topics of the greatest importance to humanity. When in fact it is a matter of the utmost unimportance. The saturation coverage shows how the media has made itself irrelevant in many ways. It has lost even the ability to feel ashamed of itself.

Actually, India's nouveau riche (those who are tasting super wealth in the first generation) have much to be ashamed about. They have a real problem not knowing what to do with their money. They do not have the pedigree to do philanthropy and found institutions like Jamshedji Tata did. At the same time, they have a need to buy fame and respectability.

L N Mittal no doubt thought that a bit of the grandeur of French emperors would rub off on him if he took over the legendary Versailles for his daughter's legendary wedding. When a case of defrauding brought the CBI to his door, New York hotelier Sant Singh Chatwal pleaded bankruptcy. That did not prevent him from conducting his son's wedding in three glittering locations in India with people like Bill Clinton in the guest list.

Sahara's Subroto Roy held a wedding in 2004 that set standards in lavishness. Today he seems to have gone out of circulation. These extravaganzas are all supposed to be Indian in conception and flavour. They are Indian only in the turbans, sherwanis and saris that are worn; in their essence, they are globalised vulgarity.

Indian tradition is fundamentally value-based and virtue-based. Impressed by Sita's skill with the bow of Shiva, King Janaka had announced that only a hero who could shoot with Shiva's bow would get his daughter's hand. Sri Rama had to prove his prowess with the bow to win Sita. Arjuna had to string a heavy bow and shoot five arrows to bring down a riddled target before he could claim Draupadi. Money wouldn't have got them anywhere.

But there was lavishness in the dowry that followed the marriage. King Drupada gave each of the five husbands "a hundred chariots with golden banners, each drawn by four golden-reined horses, a hundred elephants like a hundred golden-peaked mountains, and a hundred young and attractive female servants". Perhaps it is the profligacy of the gifts that modern Money Kings have adopted for display, conveniently forgetting the dharma that governed the arrangements themselves. Ostentatiousness comes from a lack of class. True worth needs no showing off.

Ye Dandanakka…. Danakunakka…. WTF???

Somebody can be over-confident but should never be egotistical like this. I really got frantic when I happened to see this.

Come on… it’s high time that this guy knows what he talks in public. You cant talk whatever comes to your mouth. We all agree that the entertainment industry requires some amount of glamour. But you can not generalize that the entire industry is moving towards that. We all know what sort of a f***ing glamour he has shown in all of his films.

He can show that he is multi-faceted or multi-tasking or multi-talented or whatever, but it is very important that he must be good at least in one stuff. It’s of no use being a joker sorry jack of all trades in a current day scenario. Unakulla ellame irukka…. Mavane unake ithu konjam overa theriyala… dei.. nee sogama irukum bothu padarathayum santhosham irukum bothu padarathayum kekrathuku naanga ellam enna avvalo kevalama poyitoma…. Ulaga thamizhargale… what’s all this nonsense he is talking and what are we going to do about this…

Dei… ne ilamaya irukken nu ne sollakoodathu da… ilamai enbathu vayasula illa manasula than nu solrathu ellam seri... ana on-screen varum both manasu enga da theriyuthu venna… konjam unna ne kannadi la parthutu vanthu ipadi ellam ularu… manasula enna markandeyan nu nenappa… intha lakshanuthala pattula politics vera… what stupidity???

Ne 20 years ah kodi katti paranthanu yaaru da unaku sonna… neeya ethachum assume pannikuttu pesuviya?? Ithellam konjam overa theriyalla… dei…thaalam potukite thonguviya ne… ithuthan janangale irukrathuleye highlight… Ne varishathuku 3 padam nadippa da… yaaru pakrathu athellam…. Chumma neye pinirukken, paesirukken nu kathai adikathe… muthalle un vayasukum uruvathukkum aetha mathiri nadi… body trim pannirukiya… ennamo mudi trim panna mathiri solra… enga da trim panniruka… 70 mm screen la neeya 60 mm eduthukara… ithula ne appa va nadika maatiya… mavane ne nadikrathey paavam… maha paavam…

Ne paesarathuku munnadiya claps varutha… athu ethuku theriyuma… aiyo saami… thayavu senju moodikitu po nu artham…. Athu enna.. maangotaya potta manga than varum nu… ithellam engaliku theriyatha.. naanga enna thengaya varum no sonnom… adangu da dei… ivan kodumaye thaangale… ithula ivan payyan vera… koduma da sami… ivane summa aethi vitutu ennamo namma ellam ivan payyana little super star nu accept pannikutoma… ivan payyan valarran ah… avan maanam than santhi sirikuthe ippo…

Manmadhan padam ivan payyan than direct pannanam…appo avan peraye podavendiyathu thane… ethuku innoruthanoda career ah spoil panna ne… veena ponavanunga….

Singakutty ku epadi nadakanum nu, irakkanum nu solli thara vendamam... en da ivan ellam “born free” padam parakaliya… oru vela karady kutty ku vena solli thara vendamo ennamo…

i dont want to elaborate on this further i think... not worth it... apuram ethachum bad words use panna vendiyatha irukkum...

Guys, come on… we’ll have to do something about it… those who support TR (Vijay TR), pls don’t comment on this and make my blogspace dirty.

Ithellam oru pozhappu...

Ulaga thamizharkaluku en muthal vanakkangal…

Actually speaking I am very much new to this blogspace / blog industry / blogging or however you wish to call it… may be a max of 4 to 5 months since I started reading blogs and listening to pod casts. Enaku konjam porumai kamminga, vera ethuvum illa… 15 mins mela oru edathula irukrathu kashtam… I’d rather prefer to move around and do some multifarious tasks at a time… one more thing... My blog would be in simple English only and mostly in tanglish… romba hi-fi English ellam use panna matten… that’s because I don’t know that part of the language… I have now decided to improve on my language skills… ethachum sor kutram illa porul kutram iruntha thayavu senju sutti kaatunga…eppadiyum ithuku oru kootam alayathu nu enaku theryum.. That’s because naanum antha sangatha sernthavan than… ithuvum oru pozhappu.. cha cha… but I always welcome criticism… oru celeb vazhkaila ithella sagajamappa…

Ok… I don’t want to bore you further. Let’s get to business right away. The topic I’ve chosen is of course very old and already many bloggers would have ripped it like anything… but I thought it will be okay for a good start in writing… its been in my mind for a long time to write about this… but after I saw something yesterday in my gym, I became so desperate to write about it immediately… ok… enough of pulling the gum longer… the topic I have chosen is “kadalai”… unga ellarkum ithu pathi therinju irukum… athanga groundnut frying…

Basic definition of this activity according to me is that, “two highly ‘so called’ intellectual idiots, obviously of the opposite sexes, talking about some stuff (actually bullshit), for actually quite long hours, which is of not any worth or use for any of them”. Enna da ithellam oru pozhappa nu ketta, enna bathil vanthuchu theriyuma??? Oruthara pathi oruthar therinjukarangalam… enna kandravi da ithu… seri ok… therinjundu nee enna panna pora nu kaeta, they tell that its “JLT”... ithu enna da puthusa etho solranga nu partha, ‘Just Like That” am… Ayyo… enna koduma sa******n ithu nu kathanum pola ayiduchu…

Typically how this would start is, there will be two friends, a guy and a gal obviously for these kinds of matters, and they would have actually been friends for long time. There comes another guy, a friend of guy #1. He will introduce his friend to her. Pavam, he doesn’t know that he has invited his own villain to his party himself. Intha mathiri chance kadaicha than namma pasanga poonthu vilayaduvangale… illa na evanunga enga dhayiryama poi oru ponnu kitta pesa poranga… evalachum avala vanthu pesinathan undu... athukum nooru thadavai yosipanuga bathil solla… ennamo ivan sothai (fortune) ezhuthi kekura mathiri… maximum time enna nu ketruppa…

Ok, I think I have digressed a bit from the topic. The incident that happened yesterday was actually like the one I have told above. That guy #1 had introduced her to his friend and left. I was actually on the cycling machine and 2 more were free beside me. Ithunga rendum vanthuchunga. Actually I thought both of them were friends by looking at the gestures when they were approaching the machines. Athunga pesura volume level ku naama atha ottu ketkanum nu avasiyame illa… ellam thaana namma kaathula vanthu vizhum. Ok. From here I’ll write it in a conversation type, with my comments in brackets.

Gal: so you know him for a long time or only after joining the gym (intro koduthavan pathi)
Guy: no no no… I know him only after joining the gym (oru kevalamana smile, ennamo avana romba naal pazhakam nu sollita ivana pathi thappoa nenachupangalo nu… ennanga da dei)

Gal: so… what do you??? Helping father in his business??? (intha kaalathu ponnunga ellam romba usharunga, bank karan background verification panrano illayo for even a billion rupees loan, ivalunga nalla panniduvalunga… girls pls don’t get offensive on this, I’m trying to eulogize you)
Guy: no I don’t help him in his business

Gal: (she giggle pathetically for this and asks again) actually what you do??
Guy: (oru Peter englishla) you know SAP… S…A…P, I do that, morning computer class, then……….. I will at home…. Go to friends place… (vettya irukanam…atha directa solla vendiyathu thane)

Gal: (ithukum oru kevalama smile… koduma da sami) so you have any brothers, sisters…
Guy: ya, one sis, married, in the US…

Gal: oh..wow…that’s nice…. So you pamper her when she comes here???
Guy: ya… very much… whenever I need money I call her and she sends me... (Ithu thanga irukrathuleye kandravi…. Manam ketta pozahappu nu solluvangale)

Gal: you are so mean... (Still that dirty smiling continues)
Guy: (same dirty smile…)

Ipadiye konja neram pesitu she gets up and goes, ivan innum sirichundu irukkan, ethuku nu theriyala…Pothum da sami… gimme a break… thank god, my 15 minute cycling got over and fled that place immediately.

I don’t know why guys become very subservient when doing this activity (frying). They always try to impress them by talking all bullshit that makes her smile. Why don’t you guys talk something sensible even if it doesn’t make her laugh? And I also don’t know from where that dirty smile or laugh come from. It’s worse than a colgate ad smile. But, I still do agree to one of my friend’s quote that you can talk intellect with girls, but still there should be some sort of a sense (girls, once again no stones one me, there are always exceptions to rules). You just keep talking whatever comes to your mouth. Mavane, just think before you talk. You never know that you are digging your own grave right under you. I really don’t know if I will get answers for all these questions in this birth. If you guys are proper, then why geniuses like Shankar take stupid movies like “Boys”. I really felt too small when I saw the first half hour or so of that movie. Is that not a degradation of your self?

Come on, its time to grow up. We no longer live in a deprived society that we always are eager to or waiting for an opportunity to go and talk to and impress the opposite sex (girls… I mean here). If you are proper, then you don’t have to do the homework to talk to her. She will have to indeed.

I think this is enough for my first blabber. Comments and criticisms much awaited.

Still more to come…