Monday, February 23, 2009

Ellam Pugazhum Iraivanukkuh!

எல்லாம் புகழும் இறைவனுக்கு!
To God be all the Glory/Praise!

He said it! Yes, HE DID! An in one split second he created Oscar History, at least for people like me, he did! AR Rehman, my god when it comes to music, lived up to my expectations and did me proud by speaking in Achchuh Tamizh, when he received his Oscar late last night. It might seem trivial to most, especially when you think I am excited about three words that he might have just decided to say, but what you don’t seem to understand is that he did justice to the one million Tamizh brethren all across the globe, hoping he would do something like that.
Tamizhars have always fought for their due. With a language that is well, personally, one of the most evolved, and a civilization that is on par with any of the great olds – we as a people have always been underplayed when it comes to fair representation. Tamizh’s around the world have however, since time immemorial, taken it upon themselves to propagate their way of life and everything it represents, so people would know they exist and partake of what they have to offer and believe me, they have a lot!
We’ve been the first to speak in our own native tongue at the parliament in India, where Hindi was the only other option to English for a long long time. We were the first to start anti-Hindi movements when it was undemocratically made the national language of India (many have now emulated the concept and India is soon on its way to become truly democratic, at least linguistically!), and we’re the second language from India to have received an International Classical Language status, seconding only Sanskrit. Tamizh is also the only Asian language other than Chinese to be recognised as an official language in more than two countries in the world. In India, it is the official language of the state of Tamil Nadu, in Srilanka it is the second national language and in Malaysia and Singapore, it is recognised as an official language that can be used for quite a few legal proceedings too.
But why am I so proud?

Why am I so Tamizh? And why do I associate myself so much with all that this culture and language stands for? I have never felt the need to explain myself, but I shall try to do so…
Tamizh is a part of me. It flows in my blood and has influenced me from a very young age. I may have been born in a small mountainous village in Churachandpur District in Manipur, but ever since I can remember anything, I have been Tamizh.
I grew up in Kotagiri, the hometown of many Kota families who together make up the larger Kota tribe native to the Nilgiris. I was however brought up by an Ilangai Tamizh nanny (Sri Lankan Tamil) who spoke to me in her beautiful accent in all those formative years. It’s not like my mother ignored me, she was always there when I needed her, but she was a headmistress and had lots of other work. So I grew up learning this language that would later shape my life and every decision I took.
The first song that I clearly remember falling in love with was “Chinnuh Chinnuh Vannuh Kuyil” from Mouna Raagam. That song also introduced Revathy into my life – a she has been a motivation and an adonai ever since.
I grew up eventually, again surrounded by everything Tamizh, but my awakenings as a Tamizhar occurred only when I was around 10 years old. A beautiful Iyengaaruh Tamizh fanatic walked into my life then, in the form of a teacher. Her name was Janaki and she was as immaculate to me as the Madurai Meenaatchi. Interestingly she was also from Madurai and spoke Tamizh in an accent that I found truly divine. There was nothing she didn’t know, no Kural she couldn’t recite, no Paadal she couldn’t sing and no history about the Tamizh’s that she couldn’t give me an accurate narrative about. I was a fan. She taught me to love the language, respect its finesse, glorify its prose, romanticize its poetry and more importantly to give my life to understanding, worshipping and conquering it, as ironically places as those words might be.
There has been no turning back. I moved to Manipur where again I encountered another face of Tamizh. It’s connection to the Meitei language. The more ready acceptance of Tamizh over Hindi and the un-ignorable cultural connects. The more recently developing Political connects and the fact that a lot of Meitei revolutionaries respect Tamizhars for their constant fight to preserve their culture and identity. Tamizh has thus evolved into an ideology. An example that people can learn from! So what, if your home country treats you like you aren’t worth it! You can always prove your worth in other ways.
Tamizh’s have not yet asked for the independence of the Tamizh state and that’s a surprise. If I were a leader, Tamil Nadu would have been an independent country over 30 years ago, but our leaders seem to have more sense and I do not mean our political leaders here. We all still believe in India. We believe that she can be a motherland to many and yet be fair. We believe that unity can be achieved in diversity and that mutual respect and co-operation can take this country forward. We still believe in the Indian dream, something that our founding fathers and mothers saw more than 60 years ago and we still have hope.
So Rehman accepting his award and then speaking in Tamizh is a part of this struggle. Yes, he did speak in Hindi too, as it is our national language and maybe he likes the language too! But to be proud of who he is and where he comes from and to so openly speak in his native tongue on stage – is something we will always respect him for. Tamizh has finally conquered the Oscars too, what’s next?

From Gudaloor to Dhanushkodi…
From Pulicat to Kaniyakumari…
Udal Mannukkuh…
Uyir Tamizhukkuh!

கூடலூரில்லுந்து தனுஷ்கோடி வரை...
புலிகட்-இல்லுந்து கன்னியாகுமரி வரை...
உடல் மண்ணுக்கு...
உயிர் தமிழுக்கு!


Saturday, February 21, 2009

Where is the Party? Eh, Tamizhnaat-Luh!

This song has been my favourite for such a long time and this blog post is really really late. So here’s to my present caller tune – “Where is the party?” from Silambaattam. I’ve transcribed it to the best of my abilities and couldn’t manage just two lines that are in a thick Chennai accent. Anyone who is a proud Singaaruh Chennai’ite can help me out with those and I will edit and re-post the entry then :)

Hey Dolamaiyya Daalmaiyya Dolamaiyya Daiyya…
Hey Paiyya, Hey Daiyya…
Hey Dumilley Dumilley Dumang Dumang Goiyya…
Hey Dumang Dumang Paiyya…
Hey Dumilley Dumilley Dumang Dumang Goiyya…

Eenamma Pannallaa,
Disco-vukku Povallaa?
Vodka-vuh Podallaa,
Oedi-Paadi Aadallaa?
Aal-dready Neram Aachuh…
Pub-em Dhaaney Moodi Poechuh.

Vere is the Parrty?
Ah Unguh-Ootluh Parrty…
Eh, Vere is the Parrty?
Ah Nammuh-Ootluh Parrty!

Eenamma Pannallaa,
Disco-vukku Povallaa?
Vodka-vuh Podallaa,
Oedi-Paadi Aadallaa?
Aal-dready Neram Aachuh…
Pub-em Dhaaney Moodi Poechuh.

Vere is the Parrty?
Ah Unguh-Ootluh Parrty…
Eh, Vere is the Parrty?
Ah Nammuh-Ootluh Parrty!

Saturday Night-Enno Clubbing Dhaanney…
Adhuh Leven-Thirty-Kke Mooduh-Nna Boring Dhaaney!
Poleesuh Rrombuh Ippoeh Shtrict-Aanuhdhaey…
Nammuh Yooth-Manasuh Rrombuh Vex-Aanuhdhaey!
House Parrty Kooduh Ippoeh Illuhvey Illuhvaa?
Pakaththuh Ootuh-kaaruh Rombuh Rombuh Tholluhvaa?
Yennatha Life-Fuh Idhuh, Yenjaai Panruh Vaisuh Idhuh?

Vere is the Parrty?
Ah Unguh-Ootluh Parrty…
Eh, Vere is the Parrty?
Ah Nammuh-Ootluh Parrty!

Hey Dolamaiyya Daalmaiyya Dolamaiyya Daiyya…
Hey Paiyya, Hey Daiyya…
Hey Dumilley Dumilley Dumang Dumang Goiyya…
Hey Dumang Dumang Paiyya…
Hey Dumilley Dumilley Dumang Dumang Goiyya…

Eenamma Pannallaa,
Disco-vukku Povallaa?
Vodka-vuh Podallaa,
Oedi-Paadi Aadallaa?
Aal-dready Neram Aachuh…
Pub-em Dhaaney Moodi Poechuh.

Vere is the Parrty?
Ah Unguh-Ootluh Parrty…
Eh, Vere is the Parrty?
Ah Nammuh-Ootluh Parrty!

Vere is the Parrty Tonight?
Ah Unguh-Ootluh…
Vere is the Parrty Tonight?
Huh-huh Yenguh-Ootluh…
Vere is the Parrty Tonight?
Naduh-Roetluh ‘Mma!
Vere is the Parrty Tonight?
Ah! Tamilnaat-Luh…

Some garbled Chennai Lingo that I cannot transliterate or even understand
(Someone can help me on this! Lol!)

Simbu: ‘Ddaeh! Nee Onniiyoo Kavaluh-Padadhae…
Nammuh Aanaa Tamilnaat-Ike Parrty Dhaa…

Munn-Ellaa Oruh Ponnuh Vennum-Nna…
Naanguh College-Ikkum Bus Stand-Ikkum Poenoem-Inguh! Uh-uh!
Ippella Oruh Ponnuh Vennum-Nna…
Neenguh Club-Kkum Pub-Kkum Dhaa Varanoom-Ingoeh!
Ootlindhuh Pogumboedhuh Ellatheiyyum Marruhkreenguh…
Pub-buh Kulleh Paartha Ellatheiyyum Korruhpeenguh…
Onnu Kuththoe Sollaadhae…
Santhosaththae Kollaadhae…

Vere is the Parrty?
Ah Unguh-Ootluh Parrty…
Eh, Vere is the Parrty?
Ah Nammuh-Ootluh Parrty!

Vere is the Parrty Tonight?
Ah Unguh-Ootluh…
Vere is the Parrty Tonight?
Ah! Naduh-Roetluh
Vere is the Parrty Tonight?
Ah! Tamilnaat-Luh…

Eenamma Pannallaa,
Disco (X4)
Vodka-vuh (X4)
Vodka-vuh Podallaa,
Oedi-Paadi Aadallaa?

Eenamma Pannallaa,
Disco-vukku Povallaa?
Vodka-vuh Podallaa,
Oedi-Paadi Aadallaa?
Aal-dready Neram Aachuh…
Pub-em Dhaaney Moodi Poechuh.

Vere is the Parrty?
Ah Unguh-Ootluh Parrty…
Eh, Vere is the Parrty?
Ah Nammuh-Ootluh Parrty!

Vere is the Parrty Tonight?
Ah Unguh-Ootluh…
Vere is the Parrty Tonight?
Ah! Naduh-Roetluh
Vere is the Parrty Tonight?
Ah! Tamilnaat-Luh (X4)


Here’s the Youtube link to the song…
Do watch it :)

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Samir Soni(ed) alright!

I’ve spoken to him and we chatted all night – and then I was convinced that straight men can be the sweetest things on earth and I’m not kidding!

Let me start where it all began. So I was supposed to get a few interviews with ‘cool’ Mumbai celebs for the DNA Bangalore launch in December. I did eventually speak to almost everyone on my ever-increasing celeb list and most of them were just the normal boring – “I’m doing this film with that director opposite this guy/girl and it promises to be a very new film, very new storyline, never before attempted screenplay…” and all the rest of that hyperbole that we’re all so used to.
But then my eyes fell on this one particular number, a number of someone I was so into and I decided it was time to call. I called and he picked up. The initial formalities over, I got down to business, interviewing him. What I wasn’t expecting was how he reacted. Over the next two hours we chatted and I mean literally chatted about everything I’d wanted to ever ask him. This was no interview, so much so, it seemed more like two over-enthu film buffs having an extremely animated conversation. He was so open about everything, his choice of roles, how playing a gay man felt, the kind of man he’d be attracted to if he was gay and the rest of it…

I will transcribe the interview soon, or at least parts of it that I took down in random notes and scribbles. The interview never got published, because I walked out of DNA in exactly 48 hours post the cool interview, swearing to quit the tainted walls of Journalism forever… but Samir Soni has remained one of the sweetest people I ever interviewed. He even called me later that night to chat and that was just so cool. We spoke on the whole for a good whole 4 hours that day and thus I think I have a right to have a crush on him… A big one at that…

This is one of the amazing portfolio pics he sent me for the article…

Isn’t he just so damn adorable?
Where are men like this, these days?
Has god stopped making them anymore?

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Ende Juligai…

“Udaiyoeduh Pirrakkuhvillai
Unarrvoeduh Pirandhuhvittoem…”
உடையோடு பிறக்கவில்லை உணர்வோடு பிறந்தவிட்டோம்

It’s 12:07 am and it’s already another Monday. The world is all prepared to face another busy week while I sit in this corner that I’ve learnt to so comfortably occupy. Something’s missing, my mind tells me as I listen to Pehli Nazar playing softly from the cool ‘creative’ speakers beside me… Softly kneading this already flattened and over-used heart.
Thanks to ashkaya.moksh this song is now a part of me… I remember hitting it off with Eastea Nikimoel thanks to this song. We both loved it and eventually learnt to love each other. Aishoos two keeps, we were – always kind of wary of the other… Wondering which of us meant more.

The story of me and Aishu goes back surprisingly to only three short years, when fate and the sheer joblessness of me, led to the discovery of ‘the other side’ – that part of the publishing industry that I wouldn’t wish in the career of anyone I like.
The boringness and unchangeable status quo of Christ College was getting to me during my second year at college and so the first internship option that came my way seemed to be the perfect godsend. Naresh Rao walked in and tells us about this new relationship magazine that’s starting off in Bangalore, something that Monsieur Edison was very excited about. Now, Monsieur Ed has always had a way of getting CC to react, and this was one of those treacherous times. Two days later, a pleasant and relatively hot looking guy walks into class. Vinod Srinivasan is the name, we are told, and I am already salivating thanks to my incontrollable ‘thing’ for Tamils and the educated kind at that! I don’t remember anything he said, but decided to apply for the internship anyway. Less than a week later we were at his office, somewhere in the middle of nowhere (read HSR layout) and I was surprised to find an old senior from school in the same office. We meet Aishwarya Kannan, sub-editor for the first time and her colleague Sai Vidhya Kannan – they weren’t related and that was the biggest surprise to begin with. So what was this superbly covert secret publication that we were going to be a part of called… Any guesses? It was called Confetti – so pretty no? And believe me the moment I heard the name, my gay sensibilities were touched. I was all ready to be initiated and ready to roll in the mud. But it wasn’t that easy, not at all! Several meetings later, I must add, in locations that one wouldn’t even expect, comme ca Barista Koramangala 5th Block and the like, we finally managed to get some work done. Imagine a dark glassed dominatrix looking Aishoo with her band of amateur in-college writers at her disposal. Oh! Believe me she knew what she was doing. She killed our stories and kept making most of us feel like shit! I don’t know how and when, but somewhere down the line, I was asked to write a piece on ‘Relationships that never take off’ and I wrote ‘It ended before it even began’ – a piece that’s featured on this blog . That’s when things changed. She (Aishoo) was impressed, of course not before she insisted I make it almost twice its size! Several attempts later, a very vulnerable Romal Singh presented his final piece and it was praised. Amen! The next piece I was assigned to write was a piece on gay sex and another one on fetishes. The fetishes story was published in the next months issue and I was quite tickled. But this is not about me, this is about Aishoo. So here’s back to her…

I broke all ice with her when one day, I had to show her the gay scene in the city and offered a glimpse into it through g4m. The poor brahminical girl was obviously quite shaken and I guess she even found it quite revolting. But that led us to start talking and I soon realised we shared so much in common. She was so like me, like my female counter-part. She was funny, serious, crack, mad, wise, humble, proud, listening, caring, self-conscious and sweet, all at the same time.
Jump cut to a month later, when she was finding it very difficult to continue at Confetti and she called me one day while I was shopping in FabIndia and says she needs to talk. Soon she’s there, looking as resplendent as ever and then breaks the news. She was leaving due to differences with the management. I thought that would be the end of everything, we still weren’t the best of friends. But fate decided to prove me wrong. We kept in touch and grew fonder of each other. A month or so later she moved on to Pratika – a PR agency that was just taking its baby steps in the city and God alone knows how she remembered some vague conversation where I had said I’d wanted to work part-time somewhere. In no time, I was working as her assistant and having a blast. We had our lows, our bouts of depression, but we helped each other through them. She now knows I’m depressed even before I do and vice versa, not to mention our other similarities that includes a very strong gaydar. She was indeed one of the best people to work with and just like that we became the best friends ever. Pratika helped us discover each other more fully as people and I’m happy it happened. Her life has moved on since and so has mine, but today when I sat down to write this blog post, that was initially dedicated to her, but soon evolved into an account and a narrative as close to my heart as well, my heart! I realised that Aishoo is the ONLY girl who’s ever KNOWN me. She knows me better than I do myself. She’s everything rolled into one – my personal sister, matron, surrogate mother, counsellor, best friend, possible lover (if I ever turn straight), fashion consultant, girlfriend, boyfriend, confidante and well-wisher. She’s also been my boss and is the only one who can boss me till date!

So here’s to you my louver, my flouer. Three years of the best relationship I could have asked for. You’ve been there for me at every stage, every second, every moment and through every joyous discovery. We’ve woofed, meowed and meoufed guys together, slept in the same bed, spent all night talking about, practically nothing and just been the best of friends with each other.

I am who I am today, very much because of you. I may have shown you the joys of everything Tamil, but you’ve shown me the joys of life – the fact that friends can be so so much more. I wish I could be there for you in every possible way and I know we’ll make the perfect couple, but as the song from Nammavar reminds me – “We weren’t born just with our bodies, we were born through feelings” and that rebirth of feelings is all thanks to you. I couldn’t ask anyone for more.

As I feel I’ve finally done justice to this blogpost, I pay attention to my ‘creative’ speakers blast Mundhinam Paarthaen from Vaaranam Aayiram into my ears and all I can think of is the apt lyric that says…

Iththanai Naalaaghuh,
Unnai Naan Paaraamal,
Yaenguh Dhaan Poenaenoeh,
Naatkallum Veen-Aaanadhaey…


You’re my desi girl Aishoo :)
Dekh Lakh Lakh Aisey-Vaisey girl…
Ain’t nobody like my Desi girl!
Who’s the hottest girl in the world?
My Desi girl! My Desi Girl! :)


I now feel well-spent!