God, Abbas and the falls....

June 8th- June 15th, 2008.

Day 1

Finally, I'm back at ground zero. Though the trip to Kutralam was great and mind-relieving, there's nothing better than home sweet home. So, if you ask me what's the best thing about my trip to Kutralam, I'll say it is the journey back home !

On my way to Kutralam by train, I asked my fellow passenger whether there would be any chance of us (family of 4) to bath alone. That man looked at me through his glasses for a second, tch-tching as if I was mad, and said " My God, are you nuts ? The fact is first of all, there's no rain at Kutralam and second, if at all there is, crowds of people will already be bathing there anyway." He turned away and shook his head, maybe cursing God for making me his neighbour. I went back to reading Godfather by Mario Puzo, a little let-down by the news.

Our room in Kutralam was specially booked for us, courtesy one of my Dad's infinite friends and boy, I must thank him for it was the best room I've ever seen throughout my travels. I mean, the room itself was ordinary but it was the view. Extraordinary. The Kutralam falls right in front of you and you could feel my excitement. I just wanted to reach out and touch the skies.

Of course, there was no water falling but the rock itself was magnificent. Nature's wonders never cease to amaze you. I, of course, felt a little sad that I could not see it flow and I didn't have much hope either. The sky was clear and the temperature, hot !

Anyway, I had no time to dwell over the matter and brood, because we went out to have lunch. The name of the hotel was Akshaya and it would turn into our favorite haunt in the days to come. The food was just about excellent and the service, great. We came back to our room (A.C.,thankfully...!!! )and unpacked our bags and then I took a short nap.

I woke up with a start as my mom shook me awake. " Come on now.. let's go sight-seeing... " she said. So, I looked out of the balcony towards the waterfalls and I was disappointed. There was still no water fall. " Come on now, we'll go visit Old Kutralam, we'll see if there is any water there. " So, it was then that we set upon what I thought was a surely fruitless journey to Old Kutralam in search of water. We caught hold of an auto driver, Abbas, who must have surely not believed his luck.

Our driver, Abbas

Anyway, once we reached Old Kutralam, my family (save me) were stunned to find no water ( and no crowd... ) there too. What else do you expect ? So, we had an unenviable job of just looking at the rocks and the birds. I managed to catch a few of them on camera.

A crow, delicately poised

The rocks, not the falls...

On my back, cornered...

But, then suddenly came this gentleman along with his life companion (his dog) and threw us a cheap lifeline at Rs. 100. He said that he would go to the mountain top and push water from there so that we could take a bath. We were a bit skeptical but we decided to give it a try. At least, fly and fall instead of lie and sleep, right ?

God, and his friend...

Anxious wait....

Beyond our wildest dreams, water began to fall and we were shocked to even move for a few seconds. Then, we joyfully, took a bath... Just the four of us...

My mom and I...

My mom, my sis and I...

I guess life plays many games... I couldn't help but think of the man on the train. Water was falling and we were surely, alone and bathing !!! Seeing us bathe, some people came over and waited for us to move out.But, we were in no mood to. After all, who gets to bath in hundred rupees fall everyday ?

When we finally finished bathing, we couldn't help but notice eager people rushing towards the falls. But, then the flow of water had stopped, God descended from the mountains and proclaimed that there is absolutely no more water up there. Hurrah !

Part-II The dream continues....

June 5th, 2008.

Part-II

Dear diary,

So, here we are after the half-time interval... For all those who found the film interesting in the first half, expect more of the same. And for all those who didn't ? Well, if you could manage to get through a three hour Vijay film, surely, this will be bread and butter for you guys.

The hero was accompanied by Ms. Kanimozhi, Ms. Tamilacchi, Mr. Subramanium, Mr. Arcot Veerasamy (no... not T.R...), Mr. Veeramani and others, but we're talking of heroes and not bits and pieces players.

I would not like to go into the details of the function and how each of the poets performed, but if I say my mom was the best on the day, you'd probably say that I'm blowing my own trumpet, so I'm not going to. Those present at the function can justify, anyway. And, maybe, I'm not that big a poet or a tamil literature maniac to judge people on the basis of their poems but even a lay man can judge a poet on the basis of the number of claps that you get. That might also not be fool-proof as some over-enthusiastic supporters, might want to show their love for Kalaignar by clapping for every mono-sylabble that is uttered.

Whichever way you look at it, my mom won hands-down. And anyway, this isn't a competition or a race where winner takes all. So, as long as one enjoys the function, the better it is for the poets themselves. Though, for my mom's wit in writing a 'daughter-to-father' letter to Kalaignar himself, I would still rate my mom's performance as one of the best, come what may. Kanimozhi was in awe, (as was everyone else) when she said " Unnai paadatha Kavignar illai, paadathavan Kavignar-e illai " and in splits when she said " Atleast give me an MP seat... " but again as I said we are talking about heroes here.

After the function ended, Mr. Karunanidhi went upto my mom and said " nalla paningamma. Santhippom... "

That was not all. A crowd of people (!) flocked around my mom and pestered her for autographs and amidst the melee, I nicked an autograph from her by posing as a commoner. There was just too many people around her for her to notice. It was a solid thirty minutes before she could escape and get into our car. Throughout the journey home, we dissected and discussed the function over and over.

As soon as we reached home, I asked my mom for dosas and she gladly obliged, her role as a poet now forgotten. When I woke up this morning at seven, I saw my mom at her table writing for the function. I went into the kitchen hoping to alteast have two slices of bread for breakfast, but she had prepared dosas for breakfast and sambhar, rasam, pulikozhambu, vaazhai kaai poriyal, kootu and thayir for lunch. Wonders never cease...

My mom is also the official chauffuer of the family as my dad doesn't drive, and she also handles all the finance of the family. She also hits the gym, goes to office till 6.00 pm, prepares breakfast, lunch and dinner and also coffee or tea ten times a day at various timelines according to the whims of the family members. Apart from this, she attends various functions like this one and writes short stories, poems for magazines and lyrics for films. I'm not proclaiming my mom as the best in the world, all moms are, but I'm just saying to a certain Shobaa De in no uncertain terms that you don't need to shun family in the pretext of writing.

When we have moms, we take it for granted that they need to serve us for life before we dump them at an old age home. My mom and I fight to no ends, every day in fact, but it's all part and parcel of life. It's almost become a ritual and we enjoy performing it. Maatha, Pitha, Guru, Theivam (Mom, Dad, Teacher, God...) can never be more relevant.

Bye Bye Dear diary....

June 7th,2008.

5.30 pm

Dear diary,

The time has arrived for our departure. We will leave the shores of Chennai today and seek adventure in Kodaikanal. The train leaves at 7.30 pm tonight. I'm really sorry that I'll be leaving you unattended for a few days.

These few days have been the best days of my life. I've been really linked to you more at a personal level than at a profesional front. I'll be really missing you for the next one week. But, don't you worry, when I come back, I'll surely dust you out and begin our relationship, again.

Thanks for all the memories. Take care.

Pssst: I'll publish Part-2 of the previous letter when I come back, for sure.

The man, M.Karunanidhi, himself....

June 5th, 2008.

Part- I

Dear diary,

Yesterday was one of the best days of my life. I could not have imagined it to even turn out the way it did. It was right out of a Harry Potter novel. Everything went right for us. I mean, I finally took a bath after a gap of four "long" days (or was it five ?!!!) ... That in itself was an achievement. This was one plot that couldn't go wrong from there on.

We reached Kalaivanar Arangam at about 6 o' clock. One hour late considering the schedule. But, even the trains here in Chennai reach their destination atleast an hour late, so the less said about kaviyarangams, the better. Anyway, it meant that we arrived for our function not an hour late but an hour EARLIER than was required. That aptly sums up why Dasavatharam is finally releasing four months behind schedule.

So, at 7.00 pm, the organisers finally started the kaviarangam. Mr. Abdur Rehman was the chairperson of the symposium. He started off brilliantly well and was in his elements. He did crack some witty jokes and passed some brilliant comments. But then suddenly a murmur was heard. Soon, the murmur turned to a clamour and one man rushed into the hall perspiring and announced " The Chief Minister is arriving..." (Hear.. Oh hear... His Highness Mr. M. Karunanidhi varaar... varaar...!!!! ). Ok, so then all stage activities were abruptly stopped and the writers (which includes my mother...) on stage made a swift exit. That's what I like about Tamil nadu. Even during film shoots, there would always be tough competition amongst the crew as to who will reach the sets last. So, when the director and the stunt master reach the sets an hour late, the lead actor goes one better and reaches two hours later. It's an interesting game to play you know. That is, unless you are the lucky one... The producer...

This was the moment I was waiting for... I yearned to see the man who had captured millions of hearts, who had inspired crores of young minds, who had helped lakhs of people... I was waiting for that moment when I could finally see the living legend himself.

That moment didn't come anytime soon. You see, these functions teach you a lot of things that our books don't. They teach us to be patient and wait(!)...and wait(!!)...and wait (!!!) for all the good things to come to us. So, to ward off the boredom, the people started chanting. One man went up to the mike and said " Kalainar..." and the crowd that was brought in to fill up the seats chanted " Vaazhga "... I can understand devotion for God, but such an occurence ? This demi-god hadn't even reached the premises !

But, then I guessed that His Highness had finally arrived by noting the crowds of his bodyguards in mufti who rushed into the hall head first. But it was an excruciatingly long walk for the CM. He had to take an eternity to reach his seat. He was walking with small, uncertain steps, his arms thrown around two of his close relatives. They were almost carrying him through length of the hall. I felt sorry for him. Then the enormity of the situation suddenly began to strike me. The hall suddenly seemed to grow silent, the chants began to grow louder, all eyes began to focuson the tiny man walking down the aisle. It was THE moment when I realised what this small man had acheived. All the while, I was filled with just pure tongue-in-cheek remarks about his glory days. But it was at that moment that made me look back at all those Voldemorts, Hitlers, Bonapartes, Gueveras, Gandhis, Nehrus... This man was surely in their league. You might reject him outright, you may not support his many ideals, you might dislike the way he has run the government and go on and on about his ruthlessness, his greed etc., but just spare a thought for that man in a humanatarian sense. This one man has, through his lifetime, changed the entire face of Tamil literature. I'm not talking about his political acheivements here at all. But his contribution to Tamil literature is indeed immense and cannot be ignored. I couldn't help but think of him as a real-life Godfather. I was overcome by emotion. This man was almost losing his ability to walk, but not his devotion to Tamil literature. As the audience finally started to applaud, he took his seat and I couldn't help but join in.

3.30 pm...

June 4th, 2008.

3.30 pm

Ok, so even as I'm putting on final touches for looking good at the function, I can't help but take some time off for writing this piece. I'm quite happy and excited right now. My mom is barking her head off across the hall and the car is waiting patiently for our arrival. I seem to be the only one with my brains firmly on top of my shoulders at the moment, as even my sister is running about in circles looking for something. My dad is making frantic calls to my mom's mobile which go unanswered. Ok, it's a big occasion I agree, but do we need to lose our heads ? And anyway, we don't have much to lose... in terms of time or brains...

I need to wrap up right now if I have to reach the function hall with my parents by the car. Else I'd have to make do with a special van. Some call it the AMBULANCE... Take care... I'll keep you updated...