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Saturday, 9 December 2017

`CHASING THE BRIGAND' BY Shri K Vijaykumar Is An Experience To Be Read And Lived.



Everybody loves to read a book that is based on a real life incident. The palpation increases if it is about one of India’s most cold blooded killer whose Robin Hood image was an alibi to his demonic side of destruction of forest and least regard to the laws. That he was hunted down by the law, and did not die a natural death or become a leader is largely due to the efforts of two state governments and one man in particular K Vijay Kumar , IPS.
                His book `Chasing the Brigand’ brings to life one of India’s biggest manhunt of India’s most dreaded brigand Verappan.
                In an age, where retired officers take pride in revealing, intricate moments from their bureaucratic life, K Vijay Kumar, IPS says he would not reveal the details of functioning of CPT (Close Protection Team) of the PM. Hats off to you, sir!!  On the top of it, he refers to the Late Ms. Jayalalitha only as CM or Kum Jayalalitha, and not the usual sobriquet. Do you require better proof of mettle of the man?
                The book makes fascinating and gripping read. Credits should be given to the editor, for making the book sleek, and an interesting read. The book has its funny moments like when Mr. Vijaykumar went to see his would-be wife. The episode when he beats up a goon in Salem in front of his kids proves that you may take on the worst criminal in the land but when wifey gives the marching orders, you just comply.
                Verappan has been glorified wrongly by some intellectuals but he was nothing but a ruthless, cold blooded killer who looted the forests and killed elephants for a cheap gain. The human right activists have to answer whether they were okay with the way he killed Forest Officer, Srinivas and Shakeel. The worst is, his agreeing to put to sleep his younger daughter. Verappan got a mild punishment for all his heinousness.
                That the biggest attack on his camp, thanks to the original forest knowledge of something as miniscule as the colour of stools reveals why you can never succeed against such criminals without local support. The honourable man who had shady deals with Verappan could have easily been named by Shri K Vijay Kumar but he doesn’t and here again proves his
                The abduction of Dr Rajakumar, Matinee idol of the Kannada films is well described.
                Part 4 – Operation Coccon cannot be described but has to be read and experienced. It’s breathtaking.
                The book is a must read for all those who want to live an experience. The book is scrupulously etched and edited.

                I must mention here my encounter  with Mr K Vijay Kumar, IPS, author of the book. I went to get his signature on the book in the Valley of Words festival in Dehradun. He asked my name and I told him `Balasubramaniam’. Immediately, he asked me if I was a Tamilan, I replied in the affirmative. For a brief moment, he enquired where I was working, etc. That proves his simplicity. Maybe this ability to stay grounded helped him to track down and kill India’s biggest bully thus far.

Having worked with a fair number of super efficient but down to earth bureaucrats, I know how good it's to work with such people 

Monday, 4 December 2017

CoCo Is Not Just A Movie, It Is An Emotion


                
                The movie begins with a lengthy anime of Olaf’s Frozen. It is as irritating as going to a restaurant to have a good mutton biryani and finding that its management insists that you first have curd rice as a compliment.
                There is this Imelda Riveria married to a musician, who one day decides to walk out to pursue his dreams never to return. The family bans music from its family routine, and instead concentrates making shoes. Quite a logical thought given that more people want to wear footwear and later listen to music.
                Generation after generation complies with this diktat, until Miguel appears on the scene. He wants to follow the footsteps of his great- great grandfather. Who is his great grandfather is the story.
                Much before that he damages the photo of Imelda, gets caught by his grandmother for possessing a guitar, who instantly breaks it and he cannot enter a music contest since he does not have a guitar. On the day of the dead, hoping to find a guitar, he enters the grave of Ernesto de la Cruz whom he thinks is his great-great grandfather. Inadvertently, he enters the land of dead. He meets his ancestors there who are pleased with his entry. The catch is he has to re-enter the land of living before sunrise or else he would become a part of the land of dead. To re-enter, he must receive a blessing from his family that can undo the curse placed upon him by stealing Ernesto's guitar. Imelda offers Miguel a blessing on the condition that he abandon his musical pursuits, and unwilling to accept Imelda's conditions, Miguel enters deep into the land of dead seeking Ernesto's blessing instead.
                Into his life enters Hector, a failed musician’s skeleton who used to perform with Ernesto. Hector offers to help Miguel on the condition that when Miguel re-enters the land of living, he will carry his photograph. His photograph being placed on the `Day of Dead’ will help him to get visa clearance to enter the land of living on the day of dead, and possibly see his daughter. There is also this condition that if everyone in the land of living permanently forget you, you will be dead even from the land of dead.
                While Miguel is trying to find Ernesto, his dead family is in his hot pursuit. Ernesto proves to be a crook (his looks gave it away) who murdered his great- great grandfather Hector. How Miguel gets the blessings of his dead family to bless him unconditionally, how the mask is ripped of Ernesto’s face, how Miguel gets his great grandmother Coco to remember her father Hector, and how the honour of Hector is restored, forms remaining part of this wonderfully narrated animation movie. The family at the end removes its ban on Music.
                The movie is full of lighter moments but at the end I had moist eyes (so did most of the audience) due to the overwhelming emotions. This movie is a must watch.


Wednesday, 22 November 2017

A Few Gems From `Ice In The Bedroom' By PG Wodehouse

                Ben Schott once remarked `To dive into a Wodehouse novel is to swim in some of the most elegantly turned phrases in the English language’. Anybody who has read a PG Wodehouse masterpiece will agree to this even his/her mother-in-law says it.
                One of the masterpieces of PG Wodehouse is `Ice In The Bedroom’. This book published in 1961 has the usual inter-wined sub-plots so common in PG Wodehouse novels. A love story with a heist in its background or vice-versa or whatever it is, I  read a PG Wodehouse novel for the joy it. Presented in the subsequent paragraphs are a few gems from this masterpiece.

                Have you ever read a funnier rendition on two broken hearts or rib-tickling description of an act of betrayal?
                There had been a time, and not so long ago, when he and Sally had been closer than the paper on the wall – everything as smooth as dammit, each thinking the other the biggest thing since sliced bread and not a cloud on the horizon. And then, just because she found him kissing that dumb brick of a Bunting girl at that cocktail party – the merest civil gesture, as he had tried to explain, due entirely to the fact that he had run out of conversation and felt that he had to do something to keep things going – she had blown a gasket and forbidden the banns.

                Why the lawyers of that day didn’t ask for a ban on this book or deletion of this portion after reading it or were they too busy to read this book?
                In the inner lair where he lurked during business hours, Mr Shoesmith was talking to his daughter, Mrs Myrtle Prosser, who had looked in for a chat as she did sometimes – too often, in Mr Shoesmith’s opinion, for he disliked having to give up his valuable time to someone to whom he could not send in a bill.
                How many of your bosses have or had to say this about you?
                `I didn’t know he worked here’
                `It is a point on which I am somewhat doubtful myself’ said Mr Shoesmith `Much depends on what interpretation you place on the word `work’. To oblige his uncle Lord Blicester, whose affairs have been in my hands for many years. I took him into my employment and he arrives in the morning and leaves in the evening, but apart from a rudimentary skill in watching the clock, probably instinctive, I would describe him as essentially a lily of the field, Ah, Mr Widegon’.
                Mr PG Wodehouse, thank heavens that you were not in India writing this line about any fictional legend.
                She did not resemble her father, who looked like a cassowary, but suggested rather one of those engravings of the mistress of Bourbon kings which make on feel that monarchs who selected them must have been men of iron, impervious to fear, or else short-sighted. She always scared Freddie to the marrow. With most of the other sex he was on easy terms – too easy was the view of his late fiancée – but the moon of Oofy Prosser’s delight never failed to give him an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of the stomach and the illusion that his hands and feet had swelled unpleasantly.
You surely don’t want to hear this from your boss
`You see, when you fail to appear, we become nervous and jumpy. Some accident must have occurred, we whisper to each other, and these gruesome speculations, so bad for office morale, continue until some clear thinker like Mr Jervis points out that it would be a far greater accident if you were ever on time’
The lawyers of that day were truly gracious
Johnny doesn’t even embezzle his client’s money, which I should have thought was about the only fun a solicitor can get out of life.

This is epic
                The problem of how to attract his attention had presented itself. `Hi’ seemed lacking in dignity. `Hoy’ had the same defect. And `Freddie’ was much too friendly. What she would really have liked, of course, would have been to throw a brick at him, but the grounds of Castlewood, though park-like, were unfortunately lacking in bricks

Men admit you have felt the same
There is something about the monosyllable `Oh?’, when uttered in a cold, level voice by the girl he loves, that makes the most intrepid man uneasy. Freddie had been gifted by Nature with much of the gall of an Army mule, but even he lost a little of his animation.
Women you cannot be this unfair.
Nothing is more irritating to a woman of impatient habit, wanting to get the news headlines quick, than to try to obtain them from a man who seems intent on speaking in riddles, and a less affectionate wife than Dolly might well at this point have endeavoured to accelerate her husband by striking him with cocktail shaker. It is to her credit that she confined herself to words.
It is rather difficult if you come across a female like this
When you’re up against a dame with glittering eyes and one finger on the trigger of a shot-gun, that’s an ordeal, and don’t tell any tell you different

We all have this Senior or Colleague
To set the seal on his happiness, someone at the office, just before he left, had dropped a heavy ledger on the foot of Mr Jervis, the managing clerk, causing him a good deal of pain, for he suffered from corns. In the six months during which he had served under the Shoesmith banner Freddie had come to dislike Mr Jervis with an intensity quite foreign to his normally genial nature, and he held very strongly that the more ledgers that were dropped on him, the better. His only regret was that it had not been a ton of bricks.

Yes, We just don’t want to meet some people again for various reasons some clandestine also
It is inevitable, as we pass through life, that we meet individuals whom we are reluctant to meet again. Sometimes it is the way they clear their throats that offends us, sometimes the noise they make when drinking soup or possibly remind us of relatives whom we wish to forget. It was for none of these fanciful reasons that Dolly preferred not to encounter Mrytlle Prosser.
This Dolly is the type of wife every man wants
She loved him dearly and yielded to no one in her respect for his ability to sell worthless oil stock to the least promising of prospects, but, except for this one great gift of his, she had no illusions about his intelligence. She knew that she had taken for better or worse one who was practically solid concrete from the neck up, and she liked it. It was her view that brains only unsettle a husband, an she was comfortably conscious of herself possessing enough for the two of them.
We all have more of the second type of lunches with colleagues whom we don’t like
There are lunches which are rollicking from start to finish, with gay shafts of wit flickering to and fro like lightning flashes, and others where the going is on the sticky side, and a sense of oppression seems to weigh the revelers down like a London fog. The one presided over by Lord Blicester at the restaurant of Barribault’s Hotel fell into the second class.
Those relatives, they are always fair weather friends.
The difference between the way an uncle looks at a nephew who has lost his job and whom there is a danger of him having to support, and a nephew who has large holdings a fabulously rich oil company is always subtle but well marked.
These lovers, they just don’t move on
He turned away, with sinking heart. He knew what happened when young men and girls stood in earnest conversation on any given spot. They stayed fixed to it for hours.


This is how to deal with women, men should learn
A man experienced in dealing with the female sex knows that the policy to pursue, when a woman issues an order, is not to stand arguing but to acquiesce and then go off and disobey it.








Saturday, 18 November 2017

Who Can Say All Is Well?

The people who believe:-

1. A fairness cream can improve their personality.
2. A cool drink can make you bold.
3. A deodorant can make females swoon over a guy.
4. A health drink can increase the growth of your children.
5. A suiting can make you a better man.
6. A soap can make you look young.
7. A bigger car can make a happier family
8. A flavoured condom can make you a better lover.
9. A cooking oil can make you healthier

are the ones who are oblivious of the bitter truth around them, and pretend "All is Well".

Wednesday, 15 November 2017

The Laws Of The Mutton Biryani Cult


                Everybody has their own cult, why not biryani lovers to be more precise Mutton Biryani lovers? It’s time Mutton Biryani lovers of the world had their own cult. A true `Mutton Biryani’ lover can never commit a crime. `Mutton Biryani’ can be consumed at very economical rates, so you don’t need to commit a crime. After having a `Mutton Biryani’ all your temptations are satisfied, so you cannot commit a crime. `Mutton Biryani’ is the ultimate pleasure, so you need  not commit a crime for pleasure.
Every cult should have its own rules. By the power of the 1000s of Mutton Biryanis I have relised and assimilated in my system, I hereby declare the rules for the Mutton Biryani Cult (M-BC).

ü  Thou shall always mention the words `Mutton Biryani’ with a divine awe.
ü  Thou shall never have a `Mutton Biryani’ in hurry. This also disqualifies you from entering any `Mutton Biryani’ eating challenges because such challenges involve gobbling food, and `Mutton Biryani’ has to be relished and imbibed in every vein of your body.
ü  Thou shall always say `Blood may or not be thicker than water but Mutton Biryani is the only Biryani that does matter’.
ü  Thou shall have `Mutton Biryani’ only with hands. You don’t require external aids to relish your passion.
ü  Thou shall not mind table manners while having a `Mutton Biryani’. You shall tear apart the `Mutton’, chew the bones, making slurping sounds if it is tasty, and lick your fingers if needed.
ü  Thou shall travel across the length and breadth of the country to have authentic `Mutton Biryani’. There is no point in having Dindugul Mutton Biryani sitting in Kolkatta or the vice versa. If there comes a variety of `Lower Congo Mutton Biryani’, thou shall travel there to taste it.
ü  Thou shall on reaching a new place, first seek not shelter but information where the best `Mutton Biryani’ is available.
ü  Thou shall relish `Mutton Biryani’ in its purest form without any Ullu err. Allo added to it, nor dilute its taste by having it with Raitha. If you are foolish enough to believe  that a `Mutton Biryani’ can be made tastier by having it with salan, you’ll be excommunicated from the cult.
ü  Thou shall use `Mutton Biryani’ as a noun, pronoun, verb, adjective, simile, metaphor, and if possible as a preposition, conjunction and interjection.
ü  Between `Mutton Biryani’ and all other earthly pleasures, thou shall swear by `Mutton Biryani’


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