It is long time that I wrote something politically or a thoroughly opinionated write-up, though there are many to talk, there are a few that have been badly bothering me for a long while, especially the unwanted turmoil of LTTE issue in Tamil Nadu. Hey that is and that had been my take. How stupid is it on the part of the politicians of TN to make the people believe that they can help find a solution to the Lankan issue, It was nothing but an election-puller, a pickle to lick for Kalaignar, Amma, Ayya, Captain and every other crook. Well the question would be, why I refrained from writing anything on this. I just wanted to wait to make sure and more importantly the media to declare that the war is over and Prabhakaran is dead and gone. I have no affiliation/affection for him, but I did feel a little bad on his death. Prabhakaran was bad a leader, no qualms on that.
No I don’t want to get to the history or the intricate details or a post-mortem of why he failed/what should have happened. As a citizen, I would not want a third member to talk about the inner disputes of my country; I would want any third party/nation to better shut their mouth up, and Sri Lanka, would want the same, And I appreciate Sri-Lankan PM Rajapakshe’ autonomy and (partly) acting on his own. What it is that special affection for the Tamils, I had been called a betrayer of the Tamil-Elam cause, because I don’t support their ways and means or subscribe to that identity and Ideology, I wonder where thy-humble Humanity was when Innocent civilians in Israel/Orissa was being massacred because of their identity. I honestly cannot feel/cry for someone just because he/she happens to be a Tamil.
And Muthukumar, who immolated himself, for he cannot stand it, was called the Tamil citizen of dignity by one of the Tamil media. I call it the most ridiculous and disgusting act. I spoke to the same words to a magazine reporter, who asked me the same question, “How can I (being a Tamil) can speak so?” At times, I really don’t understand certain things of being a Tamil. And I couldn’t stand the highly hypocritical attitude of the Tamil. As Tamil writer Gnani tells, “It is not wrong to tell that the average Tamilian doesn’t have honesty in him”
And the most bogus election happened in Tamil nadu, everyone knows the story and of How’s DMK won the election and how the daddy had disputes with the centre on getting a share for each of his son/daughter and how congress had been aware of his well-I-know -how tactics. And now the elder takes care of the party at the centre and the younger the state. Rightly Jayakanthan, a Progressive writer in Tamil pointed out that DMK and ADMK are the evil-curses of Tamil nadu. And now it is at its peak. Let’s watch the Game. “Koothu nadakuthu paarir, Kaana Vararir”
I had been never been a watcher of Reality-shows and recently being in a friend’s home. I happened to be one of its spectators too, how everyone in the family religiously watches the show. I couldn’t help myself not to get hooked. It was a finals and live-show, which went till twelve before they could finally decide whole-heartedly and declare the winner of the Air Tel-Super-Singer Contest. The Judge was evidently tired and wished he could better be let go. Ajeesh, a second year Visual-communication student won the game and Man, he was really an amazing singer, and now wonder he got everyone hooked. And sure, that would have been the talk amongst all the house-wives folk and in the work-place too.
I happened to read Ashokamitran, a prominent writer of 80s, on a friend’s suggestion in his blog. He was quite a fascinating writer, whose multi-faceted aspect is clearly reflected in each of his short-stories, one could not guess, what he is going to talk about next in his writing, His characters are from the wide-array of life; the women, children, laborers, actors, writers, middle class family man to the murderers, saints and his almost-to-the-minute psychoanalytic detail shows his humane side and his concern for the fellow-being. One cannot ignore him on a class/caste based position as a writer. It is evident from his writing, how he had this broad outlook on life and literature which is a pre-requisite for a writer.
Unlike other writers of Tamil, he is man who had a well exposure to different lives and situations. While the average so called Progressive-Tamil writer takes a stand as that authentic ethnic Tamil, who considers anything other than Tamil as a gross and gross-betrayal to the Tamil cause. I basically feel that the average Tamil-writer/Tamil has taken a cause and stand that he/she would write in the chaste-Tamil and would read only Tamil. No to English and a Big NO NO to Hindi. “We don’t need a National Language.” We will flourish in Tamil by repeatedly ignoring and murdering Tamil and only using it as the cheap and easy way to attain our petty political means and gains. Honestly, Let me Question, “How many of us can write a page in Tamil without spelling mistakes? And How many of us can name a few contemporary writers and the books for what and which works he/she is well known and well acclaimed?”
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Violence is worst, when it is mindless, but recent incidents of violence triggers a thought. Does Violence has a mind of its own? Today, violence has been either institutionalized mainly in the name of upholding certain stupidly stupid values, or a means for moral and cultural policing, or through thoroughly political insipid ideologies, there are so many –Tvas for instance, or religion sponsored/induced terrorism or an individual’s violent/sexual outrage.
What does it mean to love someone? What does it mean to watch someone grow up before your eyes? or what does it mean to grow up with someone? Can one person mean so much in life? or for that matter Can one person change your life? There are some books that sneak right away into you, which can be there always with you, for you, to pour its meaning into you, when you are at cross-roads.
It is a story of a professor stricken with ALS, a neurological disease with no cause and cure. A professor who chose to come to terms with his imminent death. It is a chronicle of his tuesdays spent with a student. A student with whom, he could relate his very growing up days. His last classes with discussion about the truths of life, death, fear, love, society, regrets, marriage, family, aging, regrets, money, emotion, culture and a meaningful life.
The Last class of my old professor’s life had only one student. I was the student.
It is also the story of a successful sports journalist who lost in touch with his mentor, The story of someone who was caught in the materialistic entrapment of the world, just like us and lost the very basic humaness and the meaning of life as we proceed in the process of living a unlively life. Mitch Albom lost contact with what we perceived as life once. As he was flickering through TV channels, he heard his professor’s name and went numb.
The most wonderful thing about morrie is how he learnt to see humor even in his last days of life. He wrote bite-sized philosophies about living with death’s shadow.
” Accept what you are able to do and what you are not able to do.”
“Accept the past as past without denying it or discarding it.”
“Once you learn how to die, you learnt how to live.”
“Don’t assume that its too late to get involved.”
What can be worthiest thing that you can give someone?
“The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.”
When Morrie was with with you, he was really with you. he looked you staright in the eye asa if you were the only person in the world.
I believe in being fully present,” Morrie said, “That means you should be with the person you’re with.
Morrie talks about culture.
” The culture we have does not make people feel good about themselves. And you have to be strong enoughj to say if the culture doesn’t work, don’t buy it.”
“So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they’re busy doing things like they think are important. This is because they are chasing the wrong things. The way you let meaning into your life is to devote yourself and loving others, devote yourself yo your community around you and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning.”
The story moves in narration from the past conversations between “The Coach” and “The Player”, their growing up stories and events that had affected their lives. An enoughly engaging and haunting narration of how one person can make a difference in someone’s life.
It was an accident that I chose this book, one lazy noon with nothing to do, visited a nearby book exhibition, took it by the mere attraction of the title. Never Knew that I wouldn’t be the same person anymore. I cried along with Mitch and fought back my tears to keep reading. I cried for Morrie, Morrie’s family and friends, I cried for me, I Cried for my Teacher…..
What can be life’s greatest lesson?
It doesnt matter to me,
That I didn’t crack up an entrance exam for a professional course.
If I dont become a professional in life,
If I don’t get a packaged job,
If I don’t wear Allen Sally’s on fridays,
If I don’t get to wear Addidas or Nike,
If I don’t hang out in Baristas or dine in McDonalds.
If I don’t spend my weekends in European Seashores.
If I don’t holiday in Mahindra holiday clubs
If I don’t own a Apache or drive a Mercedes Benz,
If I don’t make it like Chetan Bhagat.
The most important thing to me in life is. I was that important somebody in someone’s life in their growing-up days. That’s sums up everything in life.
Have you really had that someone? or were you ever been that someone to anyone?
P.S: Never tried a book review before, well as you know me, It’s not in me to review things. I rather greatly beleive in personalized reviews. So it is your comments and how far you have been inspired/influenced/persuaded/cajoled/tempted to read the book that really matters.
Still If not convinced, Bricks, Bats (Preferably Hockey), Rotten eggs and tomatoes most welcome.
For further readings:
Tuesdays with Morrie