Morning Hustle

After Covid, work beckons with dread
Challenging morns, a weight on the head;
A refreshing shower and dressed with care
A happy feel sets, that’s beyond compare!

Racing, to not miss the bus or train
Skytrain bustles, diverse and plain;
All immersed in their own sphere,
Phones and accessories, all too dear!

Faces and facades, a refreshing sight
Happy, sad or indifferent, in plain sight;
Thoughts abound, each with a story
Intriguing tales, filled with mystery!

People enter and exit, in fleeting moments
A friend a foe, made in those transients;
A joy a tear, manifesting the life’s great puzzle
Constant flow, essence of the morning hustle!

Midnight Brilliance!

Long nights with no sight of light,
Dark, cold, quiet, with a lot of fright;
Desperate to clear a gloomy, foggy mind,
Waiting for brightness, a gesture so kind!

Vagabond nights with friends galore,
Aimlessly roaming with pals, I adore;
Empty roads and barren beaches alike,
Inebriated stupor, till, bright dawn strike!

Exciting, fun nights, with amour by side,
Whispering sweet nothings, when the night, glide;
That moment to not pass by, and come to an end,
Sliding hour, a tug-up-war, on what’s to impend!

Nights, with stars and constellations, brightening,
Also, the cloudy ones with thunder and lightning;
Magical nights with aurora borealis in northern sky,
The colourful cosmic dance, what a treat for the eye!

Christmas nights, holy, silent and tranquil,
Snow covered rooftops, all over my ville;
Expelling dark, exuding radiance so bright,
Midnight brightness, a brilliance and delight!

What if I?

The road not taken…
Yonder green pastures…
Intriguing paths in life…
What if I? What if I?

Predetermined destinations,
With blazing trails galore;
Long, wide, short and bumpy
What lies ahead, always a mystery!

Some treacherous, risky at times,
The balmy ones too, the West Wind;
Each a lesson to learn, comprehend,
And the journey, always to revere!

Multiple routes, to final destination
Each one, with its own trajectory;
Winding, tedious or challenging, but
The ultimate goal is never missed!

What’s there for you will never miss you
No matter what route is taken…
Yet, the monkey mind never ceases,
To ponder and wonder, “What if I?”

Delirious Peril

When the body aches and yearns for
Solace, in a hazy, somnolent state;
Neither awake nor in slumber, a twilight
That instance, precious mind in delirium!

Wandering through the path of life,
Some beautiful memories revived,
And worst nightmares, re-enacted
Numb and paralyzed; in trauma!

Long lost dreams achieved in-style,
An affair, lost love, united in flamboyance,
Simple solutions to many a problem,
Mountains climbed and oceans crossed!

Mind, in trance, racing back and forth;
Life unfolding, with events, a smorgasbord,
The monkey mind, jumping along
Turning this ecstatic canvas, a quagmire!

Frenzied mind discharging it’s secrets,
To the deaf pillows; alas it know not,
Walls have ears and travel as lightening,
Treading cautiously, through delirious peril!

Tipping Point…

The beautiful evening sun being gobbled, at the sunset,
Abysmal darkness to follow, with mysteries aplenty,
The first ray of sun, breaking through the dark skies
With a hope and promise for an amazing new day!

Water at the freezing point, turning to ice, and the water
At its boiling point, tumbling over to vapour; all to self-preserve;
The first sprout, from the frozen ground, announcing stridently,
Arrival of Spring, for there can never be a perpetual Winter!

Mother Nature, an egalitarian, does her balancing act to perfection;
Planktons, Algae, Larvae, Mosquitoes, Frogs, Snakes, Owls, Eagles;
Predator and the prey, hunter and the hunted – a balanced ecosystem,
An act of God created, when the equilibrium of nature, disturbed!

The falling leaves of Autumn, to self-protect from long cold winter,
The barren trees, waiting for a fresh Spring, to rejuvenate;
When human mind, ever so fragile, ready to break, tumbling balance;
From sanity to insanity, world of cacophony, hallucination and taboo!

Contemplation in a jiffy, with precise execution, to the mortal end,
The crossover from strong to weak or is it the vice versa?
For the poor delirious mind, know not the difference, of its doing
Its balance tipped, and a precious life lost forever, in an abyss!

Every breaking point, an unbalance at the core, a stance to preserve,
Fragile mind, a lost soul, longing for a long lost past, a broken heart,
A beautiful mind, in choking restlessness, searching for the all elusive –
Only needing a compassionate companion, when at its tipping point!

The Torch of my Life!

My Friend! Oh, my Dearest Friend!
Without you, I am nothing.
During the wandering of my life;
When I meandered like a river,
Without any goal, without the Goodwill of Life,
The God gave me a gift;
A Divine Gift, the torch of my life!
My Friend! Oh, my Precious Gift!
You have come to make me full.
You have shown me the goal of my life;
You had been my philosopher and guide,
During the bright and dark days of my life;
Yes! You are the Torch of my Life!

Parasite – A Review

Credits:
Directed by:            Bong Joon-ho
Produced by:          Kwak Sin-ae; Moon Yang-kwon; Bong Joon-ho; Jang Young-hwan
Screenplay by:      Bong Joon-ho; Han Jin-won
Story by:                  Bong Joon-ho
Starring:                  Song Kang-ho; Lee Sun-kyun; Cho Yeo-jeong; Choi Woo-shik; Park So-dam; Lee Jung-eun; Jang Hye-jin
Music by:                Jung Jae-il
Cinematography:  Hong Kyung-pyo
Edited by:            Yang Jin-mo
Running time:    132 minutes
Country:              South Korea
Language:          Korean
Awards:
92nd Academy Awards: Best Picture, Best Director, Best Original Screenplay, Best International Feature Film
Golden Globe: Best Foreign Language Film
BAFTA: Best Film Not in English Language

Story:
A deprived family occupies a wealthy household in an intricate plan that goes terribly wrong, ending in a tragedy.

Synopsis:

When we first meet the Kim family, headed by father Ki-taek (Song Kang-ho) and mother Chung-sook (Chang Hyae-jin), they are in their basement home in the slum area of Seoul area along with their son Ki-woo (Choi Woo-shik) and daughter Ki-jung (Park So-dam), desperately hunting for any stray neighbours’ wifi coverage (which they locate near the toilet). When the government fumigators come on their street, the dad asks to leave the windows open for a free spray of insecticide in their home.

They have absolutely nothing for themselves other than each other. It is at this point that an opportunity knocks at Ki-woo – his friend asks him to teach English to a rich schoolgirl. With the help of his artistic sister, Ki-jung, he fakes a University Certificate and enters the Park household as the tutor.

The Park household consists of Mr. Park (Lee Sun-kyun), the businessman, owner of a global company, who is always busy at work; his anxious wife, Yeon-kyo (Cho Yeo-jeong), busy tending to their teen daughter (fond of boys) and hyperactive younger son, who is fond of the Native Americans. The Parks live a lifestyle, wherein they have outsourced everything – chauffeurs, tutors and most importantly caring of kids, cleaning, cooking to the devoted housekeeper Moon-gwang (Lee Jung-eun), who stayed with the building after its original architect owner moved out.

Ki-woo soon makes a plan to “take over” this household, for he sees opportunities, for his family in every nook and corner. He feels that he and his family are entitled to the luxuries of this household. His sister, father and mother seize the roles of art teacher, chauffeur and the housekeeper, respectively, using lies and charm to get rid of the Parks’ other employees, by telling the Parks, what they want to hear. Though the Parks are not gullible, they accept these new seemingly “unrelated” employees, one by one, as they are badly in need of domestic help.

The Kims settle in and everything goes great for them, until the previous housekeeper returns to collect an “item” that she has left behind in the Park household. From that point on, the horror unfolds, way too quickly, with skeletons coming out of the closet. The diametrically opposite worlds of the Park and Kim, dramatically collide destroying everything around with great force – a comedy turning into a tragedy, in that mansion and its beautiful, well maintained, green lawn.

Acting:
Each and every character is very important in this piece. Each character has its use and moves the story forward. Parasite, which is heavy on the storyline, is completely dependent on its actors. Each one of them has given a wonderful performance – their faces will haunt you for a while, as you would become a part of the nightmare that unfolds.

Music:
Jung Jae-il’s music, that starts off very sober, reaches its zenith by the time the climax is reached. The chords are so apt for each situation, heightening the underlying tension.

Collision of the Classes:
The difference in class and the subsequent collision is brought out by Bong fantastically in Parasite.

The Parks live in a mansion, which is an architectural marvel in itself. This humongous isolated house has the view of the green lawns, neatly trimmed hedges, starlit skies and not that of the urinating drunkards, as that of the filthy basement of the Kims. The air is fresh and clean at the Parks while it is putrid and polluted at the Kims.

Everything is ascending in the Park’s mansion – right from the road to the gates, to the main door and then to the living area. There is an escalator to the living area. This is in contrast to everything descending in the slum from the road to the concrete stairwell leading to the basement unit of the Kims.

The RAIN – is a beauty, to be relished at the Park mansion. While, it is a pain for the Kims as it causes flooding and sewage water enters their little basement. They are then left to the mercy of the government, for their basics – food, clothing and shelter.

The Kims may be desperate with no money, but they are every bit as smart as, and a lot more united (and closely knitted) than, the Parks, who turn their noses up at the smell of “people who ride the subway”. All four Parks are never seen together in one room, in that mansion. There is always an undercurrent at the Park mansion, beneath the calmer, picture perfect surface.

Mr. and Mrs. Park speak the language of politeness – simple and clear. They show brutal uprightness each time they ask for something. It is funny and at the same time uneasy when Mr. Park gripes about people that “cross the line” and smell like “old radishes.” At the Kim household, language is not a barrier.

At one point Mr. Kim (Sr.) says, “They’re rich but still nice,” of the Parks. Mrs. Kim immediately counters, “They’re nice because they’re rich”. Can this profound statement be any truer than this?

Symbolism of the Rock, a viewing stone given by Ki-woo’s friend at the beginning of the movie: This rock is believed to bring in wealth and happiness. Ki-woo goes in search of wealth with confidence, after the arrival of this rock. The rock is steadfast and withstands destruction. This rock also symbolizes the burden that comes along (with prospect of wealth), for it never leaves Ki-woo, as it is also his burden.

Who is the Parasite?
This is a tale where there are no heroes and the villains cease to be the villains. The line between protagonists and the antagonists blur and becomes interchangeable. No one is gullible or naïve and everyone has their weak, poignant moment.

This is a story that can easily slide into any country, into any culture and the language is no longer a barrier – we can identify with these characters and might have actually come across too. For this tale works on the premise of the basic fear of all humans – the need to protect their “own family” at any cost.

Bong leaves the question – “Who is the Parasite?” – open at the end. When the final credits roll, the audiences are sure to ponder this over. Are the real parasites the downtrodden that attach themselves to the wealthy? Or is it the wealthy that always sucks the blood out of the destitute? Or is it the system itself that feeds on the violent interaction between the two classes in this society?

Movie lovers don’t miss this wonderful, profound movie from South Korea.

My Rating:

5 / 5

 

Tamizh 3.0: 5 திரை மாந்தர்கள் – Paper People

For this weeks topic I see that most people have written about people in the film industry to justify திரை மாந்தர் (thirai mandhar – people from screen). However, in the explanation from Rathnaswami uncle it mentioned about ripping open the mask that some people cover themselves with. In other words, bring to light the true face of these திரை மாந்தர் by removing that facade. And this is my take on this topic – about the flaky people that live amongst us.

Here is a short skit on the superficial people with a mask that we come across on a day-to-day basis. I’m sure everyone has come across this kind of a situation in ones lifetime.

Scene 1
Conversation between myself, and an acquaintance, Sam
Sam: the new van that I have ordered is just amazing. You should drive it one day.
Me: Oh, that’s wonderful! Congratulations! How are things going on with you?
Sam: it’s great. Those guys at my work are a bunch of idiots. They just seem to lack everything. I’m having to be at the forefront and drive everything at work…….

Scene 2
During the break-time in a public event

Myself and a friend, Vicky are talking
Me: Vicky did you notice that this event actually started almost on time, unlike all our community events.
Vicky: Oh yes. And the break is also right in time for us to have some snacks and get the fuel in. How are you liking the program?
Me: it’s pretty good. I loved the way the instruments were handled for this song…

While we were in the middle of our conversation, Sam joins in
Sam: Hi Vicky! How are you?
Vicky: I’m good. How are you?
Sam: I actually wanted to talk to you about this product. Would you be able to buy it for me? I know you have some discount there, in that shop.
Vicky: sure. I can certainly help you with that.
Sam: oh. Ok. Thanks. See you.
Sam leaves without speaking a word to me, apologizing for the interrupting my conversation or even acknowledging my existence there, when it was Sam that interrupted my conversation with Vicky.

Scene 3
After the event, that night, I’m at home and browsing Facebook. A message in messenger pops up from Sam.
Sam: Hi there! How are you?
Me: I’m fine
Sam: I couldn’t meet you at all today
Me: (thinking to myself, but I was right there when you got your stuff done with Vicky) Ah ha..
Sam: You said someone was coming from India through them, can you get me this thing…
Me: Let me see what I can do and get back to you
Sam: okay bye.

Conclusion
I am sure you all have come across these opportunistic, pretentious people. These are the fake, paper people that live amongst us and we have to unfortunately navigate through them. The best we can do is identity them, avoid and move on.

Here is a poem that I had written recently, on these phony people for whom I coined the term ‘paper people’. Enjoy Paper People.

Paper People!
Smiles from lips and words from mouth,
All too flaky, for nothing’s from the heart;
The alluring exterior, all too pompous
For into that society, we have now grown!

Eyes, to see what it wants to see and when;
Boneless tongue to lash the wrath on;
Less fortunate, to be shunned and ridiculed
Even the poor kids not spared, what a misfortune!

I, Me, Myself are the only key essentials
What other feel, never in the reckoning;
It doesn’t matter, as I am not the one, hurt
This is the reality, the absolute truth!

These empty souls with fake smiles, bogus words
For nothings genuine and nothings real in them
Ready to engulf; into an abysmal nothingness
With no real existence, these Paper People!

However, all’s not lost, in this wretched world.
There still are those with compassion, a helping hand,
Offering to help all those people in need, with
No expectations of return, financial or otherwise!

Treating humans first as humans, all with love,
Respect and smile, is always in abundance;
With no barriers – clothes they wear or their
Jewelry and cars; their position, nor possession!

Materials can be gone in a fleeting moment,
For we cometh with nothing and take nothing
Into our graves – and between these Nothingness
We fill with chattels, and claim it all ours’!

The good Samaritans, will continue with good deeds
With no care of barriers; my hopes and prayers for these
Rare breed to spread and grow; fill in for eternity; raising
Humans with humanity, weaving through the Paper People!

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Tamizh 3.0: 4b பண்ணுக்கு பாட்டெழுதுதல் – Lyrics for a Tune 2

படம்: பாம்பே (Movie: Bombay)
பாடல்: கண்ணாளனே (Song: Kannaalane)

கும்சுமு கும்சுமு கும்பு சுப்
கும்சுமு கும்பு சுப்
கும்சுமு கும்சுமு கும்பு சுப்
கும்சுமு கும்பு சுப்
 
சிலுசிலு சிலுவென சாரல் மழையே, எப்ப நீ நின்னிடுவ
குலுகுலு குலுவென வீசும் காற்றே, எப்ப நீ ஓய்ந்திடுவ
கதிரவன் காரன் எப்பானும் வந்தா, வெளியில ஓடிக்க
கதிரவன் தந்த ஒளியும் சூடும், உடம்புல வச்சுக்க
கதிரவன் காரன் எப்பானும் வந்தா, வெளியில ஓடிக்க
கதிரவன் தந்த ஒளியும் சூடும், உடம்புல வச்சுக்க
 
என் கதிரவா, உன்னை பல நாளாக காணவில்லை
என் கண்களில் மண்ணைத் தூவி, நீ எங்கு மறைந்துவிட்டாய்
மேகங்கள் உன்னை தின்றதறியாமலே
அலைபாயும் ஒரு பேதை நானே
எப்போதோ இப்போதோ வருவாயென
வழி மீது விழி வைத்ததாரோ
உன்னை காணவே வாய்ப்பில்லையே
என் வலி தீர வழியென்னவோ
என் கதிரவா…
 
இங்கு கதிறொன்றை காண்பது கொஞ்சம் கொஞ்சம்
பனி மழைச் சாரல் தானே மிஞ்சும்
அவன் முகம் காண ஏங்கும் நெஞ்சம் நெஞ்சம்
கார்மேக கூட்டம் தானே மிஞ்சும்
ரத்தம் உறைந்து விடும்
குளிர் காற்று வந்து வீசுர நேரம்
சித்தம் துடிதுடிக்கும்
குளிர் எலும்புக்குள் நுழைகிற நேரம்
பேராறும்தான், என்ன செய்யுமோ
விடாக்கருப்பாய் குளிர் வந்து தாக்கும் பொழுது
உறைந்த ஆறாகிப் போனேனே நானும்
 
என் கதிரவா, உன்னை பல நாளாக காணவில்லை
என் கண்களில் மண்ணைத் தூவி, நீ எங்கு மறைந்துவிட்டாய்
மேகங்கள் உன்னை தின்றதறியாமலே
அலைபாயும் ஒரு பேதை நானே
எப்போதோ இப்போதோ வருவாயென
வழி மீது விழி வைத்ததாரோ
உன்னை காணவே வாய்ப்பில்லையே
என் வலி தீர வழியென்னவோ
 
கும்சுமு கும்சுமு கும்பு சுப்
கும்சுமு கும்பு சுப்
கும்சுமு கும்சுமு கும்பு சுப்
கும்சுமு கும்பு சுப்
 
சிலுசிலு சிலுவென சாரல் மழையே, எப்ப நீ நின்னிடுவ
குலுகுலு குலுவென வீசும் காற்றே, எப்ப நீ ஓய்ந்திடுவ
கதிரவன் காரன் எப்பானும் வந்தா, வெளியில ஓடிக்க
கதிரவன் தந்த ஒளியும் சூடும், உடம்புல வச்சுக்க
கதிரவன் காரன் எப்பானும் வந்தா, வெளியில ஓடிக்க
கதிரவன் தந்த ஒளியும் சூடும், உடம்புல வச்சுக்க
 
வெள்ளைப் பனி மலைகளோ இங்கு, அழகு அழகு
ஒளி சிகரத்தில் நான் கண்டுகொண்டேன்
பஞ்சுப் படர் பனி தோட்டத்தின் அழகு அழகு
கதிர் வீச்சில் நான் கண்டுகொண்டேன்
வசந்தத்தை நினைக்கயிலே இந்த குளிர் ஒன்றும் குளிரில்லை குளிரில்லை
உள்ளம் கொள்ளை போனால் இந்த பனி ஒன்றும் குறையில்லை குறையில்லை
இயற்கை வளமா இல்லை வாழ்வின் செழிப்பா
இதை எண்ணிக் கொண்டு பனியை ரசித்தேன்
சொர்கம் இதுதானென்றன் தாயகம் மறந்தேன்
 
என் கதிரவா, உன்னை பல நாளாக காணவில்லை
என் கண்களில் மண்ணைத் தூவி, நீ எங்கு மறைந்துவிட்டாய்
மேகங்கள் உன்னை தின்றதறியாமலே
அலைபாயும் ஒரு பேதை நானே
எப்போதோ இப்போதோ வருவாயென
வழி மீது விழி வைத்ததாரோ
உன்னை காணவே வாய்ப்பில்லையே
என் வலி தீர வழியென்னவோ
என் கதிரவா…