Movie Review


We watched Aegan last night. Like hubby says, “How ever did they manage to copy a good movie like ‘Main Hoon Na’ and turn it into so much crap?!!!”

Nevertheless, I found it was good time-pass. For one, it was the first movie hubby and I were going to, in almost 3 years!! Secondly, the hip-hop music wasn’t bad, and actress Nayantara looked drop-dead-gorgeous. Ignore the (fl)ab and puffy eyes and actor Ajith Kumar still looks handsome.

The movie did bring out a few laughs. In fact, the downright silliness of some scenes (like the hero frightening away a angry mob of armed rowdies, with a simple stare!!) was almost as funny as the really-intended comedy scenes.

On the whole, I’d say, if you have nothing else to do, and want some time pass, watch ‘Aegan’!


Monkeying around

Overheard at Landmark, Chennai city centre.

Father: “Stop jumping around like the monkey that you are!”

Daughter: “Papa, if I am a monkey, then I ought to jump around, isn’t it?!”

Incidents Short story Thought and Reason

Changing times

The last time I visited Chennai – a year back (I think) – everyone I met raved about the new City Centre. I decided I must visit. And I wasn’t disappointed at all. I stepped in, and there was Valet parking. Cool! But I was shocked to see how modern the girls were… everyone of them clad in tight jeans and short sleeveless tops. Boys and girls jay-walking hand-on-waist (Gone are the ‘hand-in-hand’ days). Sipping Cokes, munching sweet-corn. To put it simply, I felt…antique (“out-dated”, if you must choose to hear the bitter truth).

Anyway, the rumbling started in my tummy. I had felt very generous that morning…you know, the thrill of converting GBP into INR … I had given away Rs.20 to a beggar. She didn’t go ga-ga but I was too elated to be back home, that I didn’t quite care, though I was a wee bit surprised. Coming back to my rumble, I spotted a nice little latticed stall in a corner of the complex. The guy smiled me a welcome. I nodded affably, and ordered a delicious-looking paneer-sandwich and musambi juice. I was startled by the contrast in customer service, between now and a few years ago. Earlier, we would see unshaven men wiping off their nose before handing over spilt juice in a thick, dirty glass tumbler. And here was a neatly dressed chef-like gentleman handing over a tall clean glass of chilled juice in a nice little tray. “Wow!” I thought aloud, suitable impressed.

The guy smiled politely. And handed over the bill. I opened my wallet with a flourish and took out the solitary crisp Rs.100 currency note, and handed it to him. “Keep the change”, I said graciously, in appreciation of the ambience and service. Wait! Something was wrong. He returned a glare that seemed to ask “Which village are you from?!!!”. He shoved the bill back into my hand. It read “Rs.75 + Rs.55”. My eyes popped out. I thought I wasn’t able to read well because of the dim lights. I re-read the bill carefully. Yes, it was a WHOPPING Rs.130 “plus service tax”.

“Er…um…actually…” I started…”Do you accept credit cards?”, the brilliant thought suddenly struck me.

“Yes, we do, but not for small amounts“, came the carefully-worded reply, as he pointed to the board hanging on a side. “Credit cards – minimum amount Rs.250”.

“Humph…rude!!”, I thought, but all I said aloud was a meek “Oh”. “Strange practices here”, I added lamely. And I returned the sandwich (as I could not return the juice)!!!

And walked away as fast as I could. I could still feel the bugger muttering behind my back.