Kathakali = Polladhavan + Thadaiyara Thaaka
Kathakali = Polladhavan + Thadaiyara Thaaka
Karthik Subbaraj had become my favorite director even before he had directed his first feature. His short films have had a cult following, ever since he made them for the ‘Naalaya Iyakkunar’ contest in Kalaignar TV. In fact, I was so impressed by his ‘Thuru‘, that I rewrote the short film as a short story in English – ‘A Trunkload of Love‘. I had said then, that this guy was going to redefine Tamil cinema, if given a chance… And then, he did…
His Pizza was a brilliant con film, disguised as an average horror flick. His Jigarthanda was a great comedy film, disguised as a brilliant gangster flick. And that is why, I had no idea what to expect from his next – Iraivi.
Ever since the teaser premiered with Santosh Narayan in top notch form in the background, my expectations have quadrupled. I do not want to speculate on the plot as I know the movie will surprise me no matter what I think. But with Vijay Sethupathi, SJ Suryah and Bobby Simha in the capable hands of Karthik Subbaraj, I expect no less than magic.
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I may be speaking for a few fellow bloggers out there when I say that I am not that comfortable with rules and things about blogging that are way too organized. And when I walked into the GRT Convention Center in Tnagar, this hot, sultry, Saturday afternoon, to attend the UniverCell Chennai Indiblogger Meet, and I saw a crowd queueing up for Registration, and a bunch of already registered bloggers sitting there looking at the big screen, my first thought was, “Damn these guys are so organized. I’m at the wrong place.”
And boy, was it organized well or what? We queued up at the Registration desk in front of a laptop where we typed in our Indiblogger logon id. As each person got registered, his/her Indiblogger profile pic, along with his/her name got listed on that big screen under ‘Arrivals‘. Nifty little thing if you ask me. The big screen was the highlight IMHO. Tweets tagged with #indichn were streaming there, and all the bloggers armed with their mobiles, netbooks, laptops and any other wi-fi device known to man, got busy tweeting. Brave, Indiblogger Team, very brave. 🙂 There would have been close to 200 bloggers there, along with the sponsors, the media and the hosts – The Indiblogger team. And we were pretty soon, underway.
Hitler a Blogger?
The Meet kickstarted with this Video. I’m sure you have seen this on YouTube, but not with this ‘translation’ certainly. 🙂 Enough said, I’ll let Mr. Hitler do the talking. 🙂
30 Seconds of Fame?
I dreaded this… I sure did. But it was indeed neccessary if you had to know who you had in that room. And so it began. 200 odd bloggers, taking turns introducing themselves, with almost no one sticking to the actual ’30 seconds’. To be frank, a few bloggers were indeed funny and crisp. While a few, well, made us sleepy. I discovered my long lost schoolmate, now entrepreneur extraordinaire – @balajil there in the introductions. And I was delighted. I now had a known face to go with a lot of known Twitter handles there. But what delighted me most, was when I stood up and introduced myself and said I blog at Idlivadasambar.wordpress.com, I heard some cheering around which surprised the sanity out of me, and I went ‘What? Really?” 😀 Was delighted guys. You are rockstars. Made my day. And there was still more left.
Bloggers and Backscratching?
And then came the fun part. Socializing. Well, to be frank, I find chatting up in real world a wee bit odd. This was no different. But @balajil, helped me get started and I kinda tagged along. It was a fun little thing. We were ‘Chart-Men’ with a sheet of paper danging in place of a cape, for people to identify us, and leave their urls/twitter handles/and anything else they wanted to say, behind. I had quite a few people who walked up to me and said that they loved my posts. I was surprised, and totally blown away. Those who didn’t know me really wanted to check my blog out. And I honestly think, the title had something to do with it. 😀 This was perhaps the highlight of the evening. The bloggers, and their backscratching. My sheet was decently filled, but my enthusiasm, overflowing. 😀
UniverCell were sponsoring the event and used the opportunity to launch their own blog. They passed around a few mobile phones for people to feel and touch, and then go home and blog about it. The best blogger would get to work full-time as a blogger with UniverCell. Neato. I did want to try out the Touch Diamond, but sadly the phone never reached me. 🙂
Discussion or Pattimanram?
Ok. I’ll be frank. This was my least favourite part of the evening. It was supposed to be a Traditional Media Vs Blogging, kind of a ‘discussion’. Turned out to be a one to one pattimanram kind of an event with a strong Tamil flavour, and irritating a lot of non-Tamil bloggers as well. The highlight of this particular segment however, was the large screenon the background, that was ticking away with tweets from bored bloggers, venting out their frustration, which ended up as a funny, delightful reminder of why you shouldn’t really irritate, a bunch of bloggers armed with free wifi. 😀 @shilparathnam anchored it with Bala Bharathy from Zee and another gentleman doing the majority of the talking. Could have been a lot better.
Show Me the Food.
And then, the moment everyone was waiting for. FREE FOOD. On the Menu, were delicious Chicken Sandwiches, Paneer Cutlets, Rasmalais, and Mango Ice Cream, to be washed down with a BIG bowl of Coffee. I will not embarass myself by saying how much I ate. But trust me when I say, I was HUNGRY. 😀 Super Food. Loved it.
Tea on My Shirt?
Well… That too. 😉 But when the Indiblogger team announced that t-shirts were going to be distributed, a queue sprang up, faster than you could say ‘me too’. And in the queue, new friends were being made, cards and urls were exchanged, photos were clicked and a solid 3 hours of fun, thus came to an end.
Brilliantly done Indiblogger. Organized well, and executed in super fashion. Would love to be back when it is back in Chennai.
A few things I took away from the meet.
1. The Chennai Blogger Crowd is alive and kicking.
2. Tamil Bloggers are in awesome number here. Alright!
3. My blog’s USP is its title. 😀
4. Never irritate someone who is on Twitter.
5. Its a pretty, god-damn, small world.
6. A Rasmalai when in contact with tomato sauce, tastes funny. 🙂
7. When you are talking to a blogger, you better keep it crisp.
8. A full tummy
9. A super tshirt
10. Anything related to blogs, needn’t always be unorganized. 😉
Here are a few pics I clicked on my phone –
Mr Ajith Sir,
We know you love your shades and expensive coats. We saw enough of that in Billa. But trust me. After a while, it gets boring. 🙂
We know that you love to change your getups in movies. But we just couldn’t look at your face, past the dark smoke of your cigars, that hideous beard-mush combo and those extra large shades.
We know the producers are quite a well to do family of Tamil Cinema, but that doesn’t mean you needed to ground your story in France and spend a million Euros on showing that you can. “Enna Kodumai Producer Sir idhu?”
We know you like to walk in slow motion, but why did you fight in fast-forward?
We know you can’t dance for a million bucks, then why even try?
We’ve seen ‘Red’, and that’s why I appreciate your ‘power of silence’ in this movie.
We know you have a head, and you are a Tamil actor. Why then sir, do people keep calling you ‘Thala‘. It gives a serious Thala Vali after a point.
We know that the director made some good movies with you earlier. But he also made this blockbuster called ‘Modhi Vilayaadu‘ recently, which when premiered on Vijay TV, people prefered to sleep.
We read that you wrote the story/dialogs for the movie. I bet it was the silent parts.
We know this movie is a James Bond-ish wannabe, but fails miserably. And I loved it so much that I left it midway.
Mr Ajith Sir, semma comedy sir neenga. If you make a good film soon, I promise I’ll try to watch it completely next time.
Watch out sir, films like these make me want to make a Tamil Padam 2 soon. And there are people out there in Kollywood with the exact same thought in their mind and more money than me. 😀
Lets get this straight. Not everyone can make a classic like Forrest Gump. Shahrukh is no Tom Hanks. And no matter how different it is from his mushy movies of yore, it is still a Karan Johar movie. But having said that, My Name is Khan works, and has its moments.
I have always considered Shahrukh more as a star than an actor. The only couple of exceptions perhaps being Swades – where he showed considerable maturity as an actor (and maybe, perhaps why the film bombed), and to some extent, Chak de India. Ok, perhaps even Dil Se, if you point a gun at me. His performance in MNIK may creep into this list of mine with time. There are some scenes where he is utterly believable as an Asperger’s Syndrome affected person. But there are some scenes, which seem contrived. But then, we’ve come to live with that, haven’t we?
Kajol breathes life into the role of a single mom with conviction, and aces her ‘Mandira’. There are some big actors, who have been wasted in insignificant roles. And, is the president in the end supposed to be Obama? Yeah, right. 😀
The movie works well in most parts. The SRK-Kajol Chemistry rocks. The little, innocent, one liners, do bring on a smile. It tries hard to puncture those tear glands, and even works some times. But it ends, IMHO, in a tad filmy note.
But what else do you expect, its a Karan Johar movie. I’m sure MNIK will have a lot of people squealing at the greatness of SRK, and it will set the cash registers ringing. But my honest opinion is that the movie, and SRK, could indeed have been better.
And no, I’m not going to end with a ‘My name is…’ joke. I’m tired doing that all day.