blossoms in spring

vasantham in full bloom,
in all colours, hues and shades..
Here is one place of joy..

Saturday, February 20, 2010

The Kite Runner...By Khaled Hosseini.

You never stop thinking, after you close the book, about Amir , his travels into the depths of his soul, his longing to be someone, he was not, his love- hate relation with his close friend and follower ,Hassan, his troubled relation ship with his father, a meek boy, trying to fit into a larger image of his father..all in the backdrop of a troubled, torn , hilly, traditional, Afghanisthan, you are thrown into the  thick of it all.
Apart from the redemption path taken by Amir ,we come to know, how  super powers play with small , poor countries  how, in this power play, lives of ordinary people are thrown into extra ordinary situations, into situations so unpredictable,they do not live their lives ,but are  forced to live their lives, in a completely strange country, a country, where they do not belong.
Amir is a ten years old boy, living in a safe, country home, built by his father, with a living servant at home, and his son Hassan as his playmate and follower and a larger than size, admirable, adorable father, taking care of him, in the absence of a mother, who he lost, at his birth.He craves for assurance and patting from his father, which is his right, but,somehow denied, for some reason, and a special concern for Hassan,which Amir feels is not right, and the boy of ten years is thrown into a situation, where he has to earn his father's acceptance and prove his worthiness, all with the help of his follower, playmate, but a servant's son, an illiterate,who is all, what he wanted to be, brave, intelligent and wise. He is further thrown into an abyss of guilt, when he witness, secretly of his friends disgrace, decides to ignore and not stand in support of him,all for the kite, he wishes to bring back, in proof of his skills in kite flying.He is the kite flier, where as ,his friend is the kite runner, running along the ground to catch the falling kite safely into his hands ,a traditional event, an event ,which is the changing point in the life of Amir and Hassan too.


Amir, makes sure, Hassan is thrown out of his life,but still could not excuse himself, for his unabashed behaviour of gaining his father's praise, at the cost of his friends valour and disgrace.This guilt , this unpardoning, this self culpability, this hell of state continues with him,till his adulthood. The father and son pair, run from their haven of home into an unpredictable future, in search of secure life and redemption of their own guilty pasts.The king, who is at the helm of affairs ,is thrown out, by his relative, with the help of Russian power,and the enforced communists regime is brought over this tribal, geographically attractively positioned ,dominantly Muslim State.


The father-son pair reach America and charter a life for themselves from scratch, the noble inherent father dirtying his hands to bring his son, in a decent way. This country has given ulcers to my father comments the son, at the start of one chapter. A burning feeling of disgrace, the bad times of survival, the eternal guilt of the father, no doubt have given him ulcers.The story teller , is born, from such circumstances and the boy Amir, now adult, chooses writing stories as his calling, much to the dismay of his father. 


Another important character, in this story is Rahim Khan, who is a dear friend of the father and an observer of all the events in Amir's life and is a silent pillar of support to the troubled boy.. Amir. His call to Amir, starts the eventful story of this novel. Now, a successful writer of fame, married, having lost his father to ulcers,takes up the call from his beloved uncle ,Rahim, and starts his journey of redemption, however successful in his life, he did not overcome his guilt trap and is an insomniac, and is without any heir, a barren life devoid of any laughter of child,a poetic justice, in store for him, in return to his past riddled with guilt and shame.


His search for the son of Hassan , who is the sole connection for his redemption, both Hassan and wife, being murdered brutally ,by the regime, his house, taken over, leads him into the raped streets of once beautiful Afghanisthan, the pathetic , stomach wrenching state of the people living there as pale ghosts of the past, the land mined streets, the abused children, the poverty, the desolence, the desperate , hell of times ,from which he has escaped ,haunt the boy-Amir and he reaches his mesiah of redemption Kareem, son of Hassan in a pathetic orphanage,being continuously abused by an officer of the regime.


Now, is the turn of the guilt trapped Amir to come to rescue of the little boy Kareem. When he feels, he has done his duty of rescueing the boy and is ready to transfer him to another orphanage, Kareem does the self denial act of ending his life, by cutting his veins, and he comes to know the truth, the mysterios behaviour of his father in bestowing love and care on his servant-son, that Hassan is indeed his half brother, his father,also ,was ashamed and guilty of his acts, and he inherited these from his father, unknowingly.


kareem is brought to America, into their childless home, and a silent, non speaking, wound healing kareem is introduced as his nephew, a boy born into a servant- hazaar family, now an equal, in the land of freedom, land of equal opportunities, only another kite flying event could stir Kareem into breaking his silence and acceptace of Amir's family as his own family, a cycle of guilt and redemption is complete with  three generations involved.


After reading this novel ,we cannot stop being relieved to be born in a democratic, stable , India, where, we have a properly elected Government and constitution. The instability ruling over Afghanisthan, is effectively shown, in this story of father and son, paternity issues, the clans, the royal heritage, the elitist few enjoying the fruits of development over majority who are in poverty, the exploitation of the weak ruling powers by strong external powers, the self proclaimed alternate power centres, the talibans, their cruelty, self destructing road the country has taken, all these are inter woven in the main story, in fact, this is the theme of the novel,we feel at the end.


At every page, there is a story within a story, all interweaven ,expertly, I have fallen for his story telling power, fully immersed in the flow, and cannot help wonder, this is a story  with a heart, with a mind, with moist eyes, with faith,with hope, with future.. for his beloved country, for all troubled lives and countries.
I recommend, this is a must read and buy book, in recent times,buy and read and enjoy this novel " the kite runner" before you see the movie.



Friday, February 19, 2010

My New Avatar.

When I entered this country, Kuwait, I never thought, I will be missing my world made up of my friends, neighbourhood,kins,kids,sea,sky,hills,roads,street corners,and the total scenery,considered mine,totally my world.I was thrown into a spacious ,centrally air conditioned flat,with continuous non stop power,never failing,six or eight lane roads, huge malls,roads filled with cars and only cars,nothing but cars,of all varieties,from porche to lambhordinis,all moving without honking,so smoothly,at 120to 150 km/hr speed,a desert country is the description,but you find greenery every where, dotted with beautiful coloured seasonal flowers in all hues,then what is that bothering me?? ,that I still miss my city which is totally opposite of all that is written above.


After initial blues and storms raising over, my present status, of staying at home wife, literally being true, not able to zoom in and out, in my own car/transport,some technical difficulties over driving licence,I was about to turn home into hell!!!!,then I was given a laptop, an email id and a facebook introduction...


Lo!!! My new Avatar is born at that moment. I am thrown into a continuous flow of words in gmail inbox and sent mails, establishing contact with long lost friends, relatives, friends's friends.. and the list goes on.Once on facebook, a whole new world has opened. My highschool friends, classmates, old neighbours,children's friends, friends's children, the list is endless.


From this activity, I matured in to a blog writer, and that too with both hands in my mother tongue Telugu and in English,and now I hardly find time to eat my meal, ofcourse, I stopped cooking to pursue these literal activities,and now,I run for every five minutes to check my mail status, and this is a certain quality of eccentricity is my husband's cautious remark, but does not declare it openly, for the fear of my running into my favourite monologue of How I miss my city... further... on..


When Friday,comes, my week end freedom to outside world starts, and I used to wait eagerly for the break from my air conditioned house four walls.Not any more, Oh! what will my facebook friends feel,if I do not show up for a day, or what will my followers of my blog feel!!! if I do not blog for 24 hours, don't they think her pen is empty now of ideas, writers block has caught her up,how will I know, what my friends are doing without me in my place,which movies have bombed or clicked on friday release, on net -reviews, what has Amitab has twittered, who is following dear Amir on twitter, what controversy Ramgopal has started, who is accompanying whom to that release function/party, Oh.. the net world will stop breathing and wait with bated breadth for my valuable updates and contributions. 


I belong to this world of bytes now, my new Avatar, my virtual world of real friendships, updates, status messages, I found and made a beautiful friend on this facebook, and is about to establish a friendship with one mistaken identity, who, by mistake received my email, and now we started corresponding.. did you think ' hey,girl, with who are you talking to ,since one hour on phone,Oh, a wrong call mummy' is a joke... not any more, it turns out to be true.


Now ,it is saturday, a week end off to my dear husband, which we spend usually in another mall outing, but today, I saw him off graciously to office ,with an early break fast, advising him to help his haggard manager in arranging the new office set up, nothing much to do, is his weak protest, while I am saying sweet good bye at the door,now I am free to enter my new world,with my transported Avatar...


Welcome, dear child.. into This Brave New world... is  the calling... I hear...











Saturday, February 13, 2010

valentine's day.

Eyes meet,hands touch, smiles pass, looks speak, world is special,winds are perfumed,others vanish from earth,time suspends,it is raining only to bring you into one umbrella,flowers bloom only to land in her hair, songs are written only for you both to sing,movies are for corner seats for you,the list is endless..so you have fallen in love, this is an open secret, everyone knows around you,but you are still hesitant, where are the words... the three magical words.. now comes valentine's Day.. a big relief, just said it.. in a beautiful card..exchanging cards followed by exchanging vows of wedding and you are lawfully wedded man and wife.
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The world has changed, now the sun is rising to take the man away from you, he has to earn to bring flowers,to take you to movie,to feed you.He comes home and you are excited  to talk, to share,to go out, to watch movies, to dine in fine, to make your dreams come true..now he wants to eat a home cooked meal,to watch TV shows along with you, to sleep early, to rise early, to plan,to budjet,to save,to chart out a success in life..

You have doubts, your love has vaned and you are no longer his destination, you are just a trophy won in a race to be shown on a mantle, you have to slog in kitchen, you have to wait for him, you have to wash his suits, you have to mend his socks,you have to serve guests, earn their praises, feel proud, keep your house, buy groceries, keep the fridge stocked,run around to attend chores,impress inlaws, make friends with completely new neighbours, get accepted..by all and sundry..

Your love is a yesterday's dream ,you feel.. another valentine day comes.. he comes with a beautiful card, a box of chocolates and you are again on cloud nine..

The first child is born,you bear him for nine months, your shape is pear or apple, not hour glass any more,you endure the pain, and he/she is born, you are again the queen of his dreams/ life.You are pampered for a few days, now you are on your own, baby woes start, feedings, cries, sleepless lives, baby food, baby talk, an evening walk with pram, and endless worries of cold wind, polluted air,you are a shapeless,worrying mother.. he no longer loves me.. you cry silently into your pillow, as he sleeps unmindful of your woes..

Another Valentine 's day comes, he surprises with a small card and some roses.. and a baby milk tin,in hand..your love is intact... a smile passes ..

You did not count the valentine cards, did not know ,when they stopped, may be on the birth of second child, or the year next, when we were busy planning for their primary school entrance.The kids grow into high school students, what is that card hiding in his text book, you close your eyes.. unbelievable..

Now, your legs are paining like hell, your head is splitting into two, you are down with high temperature, you are no more pretty and young, your loved one attends on you,consoles you, takes care of you, pampers with badly cooked meals, with his own hands, takes leave to take you to doctor, calls your children and asks them to talk with you,makes you feel comfortable, wanted, loved, and you feel, again you are the queen of the house.

A valentine day has come, now I do not wait for a card, I wait for you... for you... for you..

I know, this is the story of every girl, women, mother, wife...and me too..

Saturday, February 6, 2010

3 Idiots..

Why 3 Idiots movie is appealing to all?? If we question ourselves, we get an answer why not?? First and foremost is The Aamir Khan image of standing high for perfection, integrity,his record of intense performance in films like Tare Jammen per, Ghajini, and now we are drawn to this movie, without a second thought. Those who have read the novel,his first , by Chetan Bhagat, an ex IIT ian himself writing about not so very highly intellectual, but just average students struggling for grades, we are just about excited, a movie about non heroes, how is this made?? Raju Hirani's track record of Munnabhai's movies is the final pull, which seated us in the theater, not an inhouse screening.
The first surprise.. where is Aamir Khan.. few minutes have passed in the movie, we have not yet laid our eyes on the super hero ,as one is referred in Hindi movie jargon. The other two heroes and the third one -the villain of the movie are , start their travel in search of our hero, and we are thrown into the thick of the prestigious Imperial College of Engineering.(ICE). How the stereo type of ragging and teaching and the competetive spirit and the Presiding Head of the Institute are challenged by our sweet Aamir, at every turn, starting with advicing millimeter ,a character , an errand boy,to just buy an uniform of his like ,and go and sit in a class and educate himself, implying, he cannot afford to pay the fees and carry on the burden of admitting himself into such schools.Punching a dig at our exhoribantly expensive quality education, which is affordable only to one class of the society- the high society of rich and very rich.The rot in education, in just producing a xerox copy of text book in the exams, without being challenged of any real learning, the pressure of keeping dead lines ,at the cost of quality,the dread of facing querries by faculty, the high hopes of the family members forcing the students to fall in line with the routine process of attaining a degree at the end of four years, not bothering to ponder, what they have learned, the 3 Idiots by now are pulling our heart strings and eyes are already moist.

The love angle also is introduced quite late in the movie, keeping us on tender hooks, where is Kareena..and from the first eyeing, he has to draw her from a very well settled accomplished NRI doctor, this we know, is a cake walk ,for our directors, we have seen countless movies of the same content..But here too our hero surprises us, by just revealing the phoniness of the fiance and leaving at that. Again ,we do not see her, for a few more scenes. The story developes in taking digs at our prestigious ICE and the resulting confrontation with the Head of the Institute, fondly called Virus..played to the hilt by our fond Boman Irani of munnabhai fame, this is a cake walk for this accomplished actor, and you start loving this ,supposedly, anti hero character, too, for his stubborn ness, for his strict timing, for his love of opera and he being the father of two lovely daughters.one ,being our heroine Kareena.You remember your own, demonic college principals, of your time, who you thought, you have thrown into time dungeons, they come out into your frame of mind menacingly, and you enjoy this ... more personally.

The speech scene is not that much appealing, we cannot laugh , at the cost of chatur- anti hero, being pulled his leg so viciously,not the cup of our hero, we feel, but we excuse, as this scene forms the fulcrum of the movie, where in the swing of success and excellence start swinging.

And the scenes of our hero getting accepted by heroine kareena are sweet, short, the final scenes of the birth of a new baby, into this world of competetion, with a promise by the protaganist till now of these absurd values ,to let him be what ever he wants.. is the final message of the movie. Chatur and the 2 Idiots, by now accomplished in their own way, now search and find the final mantra of Excellence in Aamir, running a school with all the innovative practices, he dreamed of, and he becoming a scientist, with 400 patents and most sought after.Success and the girl ,he loved, come in search of this Pinnacle of Bliss, the final step, a content man can achieve.

It is definitely, a carefully drafted movie ,with all the cliches.. but we fall for it head long.
A definite watch movie for parents, just relax.. your son may be one of these Idiots.. relax...nothing to worry..