SuperSuji

Navrathiri '08

2008-10-14T06:32:00.000-07:00

Navrathari Celebration 08
Navrathari is celebrated by hindus all over the globe.Navrathiri means 9 nights in sanskrit.I always look forward for navrathiri as it falls a few weeks away from deepavalli and i'll be in the deepavalli hype already.Basically during this 10 ten..we do not consume any meat or fish( vegetarian diet only) and we visit temples in the evening.This year was quite odd as we dint make it to the temple at all.Everyone was so buzy..I only managed to follow the chariot procession of a temple in my neighbourhood.I snapped some photos of the chariot( practised some night photography too) :)

2008-10-12T01:28:00.000-07:00

Yes..i've decided to blog again.After being absent from the blog-ing scene for almost 2 years..i'm so gonna blog again!!
haha..i'll be leaving penang soon.Hopefully i can interact with you peeps out there via my blog.
Greetings :)

2006-09-09T10:55:00.000-07:00

My Review!!
Today was yet another hectic day with loads of travelling here and there within penang island :)
Early morning went to ramar temple..den had my breakfast at Jaya's in penang road..den went for a movie from 2-6(plus travelling k)..den must send my kezen back to his house in jelutong..from paya terubong to jelutong again..aihh..but i'm not gonna miss tat cute kezen..never..who can resist the torture and pain he caused...he turned my bed into hell! the urine smell is still there!! erghh.Back to the topic...so now i gonna say my own...i repeat my own review on this much sought after and awaited movie...unlike usual suryah's movie..when u watch this movie..u can somehow..predict wut gonna happen next!..i was disappointed with this movie...it turned out well...everything was good...but not to my expectation!!..but again kudos to team!!..rahman music was pleasent for our ears...there are some catchy tunes such as new york nagaram,marichaam(machakari) and also munbe vea(gowtham menon might picturise this song better..but it was my fav song..bhoomika was sooo bloomy..ravishing..) but overall the music for this movie will be just 3 1/2 star!

Jillunu oru kadhal..there are plenty or suprises and intriguing turns (but i bet ya..u can predict them...)The..early part of this movie was funny..jothika appeared to be bubly and jovial..with the jokes made by her friends and her!The chemistry between surya and jo was absolute!Both stand out in their respective roles as a husband and wife who understand one another so well.Jo's unconditional love towards her husband was very impressive and she played the role well and managed to win the hearts of her fan!
Surya was the biggest plus point of all!He captured the hearts of the teeanage girls with his role as college student!..the love between surya and bhoomika was winsome! Surya managed to grasp the role as a husband and father of a child without any flaws!..he seemed very responsible and faithful!!The intensity between surya and jo was so real!!..haha

Bhoomika...was great too...she was hotter and preetier then jo..in this movie..no offence...she is always better than jothika when it comes to looks!!...the munbea vea song was so nice..
but the way she conveyed her love to surya was shocking...how can such a homely girl say such thing(nvm.its a movie!) Vadivellu's comedy was nice..but his role was very tiny and surya's college friends made some good job in the comedy part too! But if it was hindi movie,..there might be some changes i gues..surya might end up with bhoomika...but tamil people are full of dignity and good values!..bhoomika was extremely hot when she arrive in the airport from aus!!..gosh!..

Thats all for now...i'm gettin tired alrweadi..wanna cleep!!

buhbye!!
Watch and feel the jill in this emotional and affectionate love!

2006-09-08T08:33:00.000-07:00

Something interesting yet so sad to share with my online peers!

The ironies of Kamathipura
It takes time to absorb the colours and meaning of Kamathipura, Mumbai's infamous red-light area. And of all places for a television shoot, it is probably the most explosive, says RAJENDAR MENEN.
OF all the places in the world for a television shoot, Kamathipura, Mumbai's infamous red-light area, is probably the most explosive.
Mumbai is a big city with many red-light areas. It is very easy for women from neighbouring States and districts to slip into prostitution here. Brothels mushroom all the time and have spread out to the most distant suburbs which betray even the slightest signs of human habitation. As there is a steady influx of migrant labour, the sex worker is assured of the basics for survival.
But nothing can beat Kamathipura in the heart of Mumbai. Set up long ago by the British for their troops, it was their official "comfort zone". Legend has it that the tiny area boasted the most exotic consorts. When the White man left, the Indian sex worker took over.
Today, Kamathipura is bursting at the seams with women and garbage. Every inch of space has been occupied. New brothels have come up in nooks and crannies and there are so many sex workers without institutional support that they have no option but to freelance. Since there is no space in the brothels for them to sit in, they hang around outside in the lanes, solicit customers and then rent vacant beds, if any.
The tiny lanes which slice the area into ribbons are packed with people and their belongings. While food is being prepared on a stove, a child defecates next to it. Somebody is having a bath a few feet away and yet somebody else is fornicating close by. In the midst of all this are hawkers, card sessions, goats on a tether, pimps on the prowl, customers looking for a bargain, tourists and countless sex workers. The air is thick with pollutants and decibel levels can rupture an uninitiated ear drum with ease.
It takes time to absorb the colours and meaning of Kamathipura. Despite the cultural diversities and a mood which is like a powder keg on the slow burn, Kamathipura is peaceful. There are no riots, communal disturbances or petty fights. There is a silent bonding and everybody knows that they have been roped in to share a strange and inexplicable destiny. The mood is as stoic as the parrots in some of the cages which nibble at a chilli and then look around with profundity and deep scholarship before the next bite. Even they prefer the eloquence of silence.
I have been involved in at least 50 television shoots in the area ever since HIV/AIDS and prostitution became the big media story of the decade. Life is filled with ironies and Kamathipura is replete with them. Despite the new found attention, this tiny island of chaos is continuing to choke on gross neglect. Every inch of living space is several notches below the requirements of minimalist existence and young flesh is still being traded for the price of a special cha. But who cares?
Most television shoots in Kamathipura are the "wham bang" variety. The cameraman holds the camera in one hand at about knee level and walks about as nonchalantly as he can pretending he is carrying a piece of luggage. Colleagues walk on either side ostensibly to protect him. Or the camera is wrapped in a piece of cloth and carried on the shoulder with a tiny opening for the "third eye". The walk through the area, in such cases, is like a military march past. One has to be quick and fast. If anyone catches on, there will be mayhem.
Another method is to get into a vehicle and shoot through the windows. This is comparatively luxurious and the cameraman can shoot the ambience at will. If the vehicle is moving, well and good. The chances of being attacked are remote. The vehicle can go up and down the tiny streets and adjoining roads until satisfactory shots are taken. Of course, if there is any suspicion, all hell will break lose. Then the vehicle will be stopped and broken into. The crowds will love it and every little urchin and his cousin will join in the fun. But sex workers in the cages have now grown wise to all this. If they see a slow moving vehicle they instinctively start pelting it with stones.
Then, of course, spend money and you can buy a great "story". Rent the brothel or a shop or a hotel room in the neighbourhood. And then shoot for all one's worth. Many years ago, I was associated with a BBC shoot on the return to roots of the singer Apache Indian. Money was no constraint and so everybody, even in the vicinity of the shoot, was paid well.
A large and spacious brothel was rented out and the madam as well as all the sex workers being interviewed were paid for their time. The cameramen (there were two of them) just loved it. They shot the cubicles, the decor, the narrow, long-winding staircases, the streets outside, the clutch of customers spilling everywhere, even the dull, yet enchanting, skyscape. While the shoot was on, a customer was being entertained and sex workers' children paraded about on all fours. It was late afternoon and a light breeze blew against the curtains as slivers of sunlight played with the ornate frames of Hindu gods and goddesses spread all over the brothel walls.
The shoot, I was told, was a hit in Europe and was the viewer's and critics' top of the line choice for many weeks running. The cameramen had Kamathipura in thrall. The crowds supported them and even escorted them to the choicest venues. They went about the shoot with the confidence of complete abandon. The cameras were not disguised and they had recourse to the most candid shots. They roamed the streets, shot every inch of crammed space and knew they had canned a winner. Apache Indian, though the hero of every episode including the one on the red-light area, took ill. He lost his appetite and ran a slight fever. "I thought I had seen it all, but this is something else," he muttered softly.
There have been many other shoots, and many inherent dangers. Almost like a package deal. I remember another shoot with the Hijras. This was for a freelance media house from England. They turned violent and broke half the equipment and even threatened to kill the correspondents. We escaped narrowly. Yet again, in another episode with the Hijras, I had to run a few hundred yards before I could hail a cab and escape their wrath. They had, prior to this great escape, beaten me up with slippers, torn my shirt and boxed my ears. My only hope was to run, and run fast.
The Hijras are big, violent, expansive and colourful. They are also very strong and united and wear tremendous shock value on their sleeves. Anger them and they can lift their sarees and thrust their genitals on your face. This is exactly what they did to a BBC radio correspondent who took the next flight out of India swearing never to return.
Ignorance is bliss even when it comes to television shoots. We were again shooting Kamathipura when a mob surrounded us. I was with a Japanese crew whose members did not know any other language other than their own. I was their interpreter. They saw the mob and could feel the unrest. But they did not understand the choicest invectives being hurled at them. I did not tell them anything either. They went on with the shoot nonplussed, finished it, packed the equipment and left the scene quietly.
The mob was left standing. They were ignored by the Japanese, a move they could not cope with. But the Japanese had not done this deliberately. They just did not know what was happening around them ... and the mob had not been prepared to handle non-violent non-reactions.
But times have changed and equipment has got very sophisticated. In a recent shoot for French television, we shot the Devadasis in Kamathipura with a camera the size of a fountain pen. There was no violence or fear. Just friendship, smiles, backslapping and a great shoot.
The writer has launched three AIDS journals, written three booklets and co-authored two books on AIDS and prostitution apart from making a number of television documentaries on the subject.

2006-09-07T23:32:00.000-07:00

REMINISCENCE OF Kuala Nerang!!

haihh..its more than 6 months since the whole NS thingy was over!..but i still cant stop thinking about all the fun and joy i had for whole 3 months !i keep reminiscing the good old days i spent in that isolated place! All this while.. i was dearth of lots of social skills and confidence...but NS managed to change me into a better person of course!!
I'm very proud to say that i am a product of National Service!..a true wira..some say!!.hahaha..i thought NS will turn out to be something very repugnant but it a once in a lifetime experience.NS is not tat bad after all..even a small childs flesh and blood can endure the challange..why not 18 year old teenagers!
i personally feel those who get to participate in this programme are indeed very lucky and shouldnt take this oppurtunity for granted..enuff of the praise..!!
i really miss my ns buddies..i miss delta cho much...i miss my cottage..my bed(the one i broke oso)..i miss the open bathing thingy...the cafe..the canteen tough the food sucks....the people in the canteen...and i miss the teachers and my friends the most!!!...my delta mates....both wira and wirawati...and definately some of them there..i will never forget them for the erst of my life!!!
all those fun we had during kraf hutan,wira jaya,kawad,rakit,...kelas cb..kenegaraan..and not to forget the amman temple we visit every friday!!
fridays are the best..the fun we 28 indians had was tremendous!!.. but now..i only get to keep in touch wif yoges,gobi and navin!!!..how about the rest!~~ haaih...everybody is buzy chasing their dreamz...no one seem to be as confused as me!..hah nvm...i had uploaded some photos regarding my ns camp!!..haf fun watching em!...if it is boring means..just get a glimpse of the fun i had in ns..hehehe

2006-09-07T12:45:00.000-07:00

Hello!!
I'm new to the world of blogging...and people say blogging is fun!
Hopefully..this new part of the net world...will be a fruitful one for me too!
I want to meet people from different culture and ethnic!...Diversity is major part of one's life~
Greetings!