thing i remember about the movie is popcorn. we bought a masala popcorn bag to be shared.First we thought it may not be enough for three of us. But the spice was so high that we were fretting and fuming half way through. That was fun.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
uyarntha manidhan 1968
i was watching a melodious song on youtube from movie uyarntha manidhan. I remember this movie seeing in theater at vellore while my visiting my grandma. It was very rare then for me to watch tamil movies as we were living in andhra. Babu,Ganesh and me went to the movies. the best
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
syria bodhan
i was watching tv today where there was discussion about situation in
Syria. the argument is whether or not u.s.a should interfere, the dilemma was whether to respect sovereignty of syria and not interfere or stop the murders of helpless Syrians.it reminded of similar
dilemma my parents were in long ago. of course the problem is nothing compared to Syria. it was in early 60s and we were in a town called Bodhan in AP India. My teacher was living in an outhouse of
the same building we were in. we were all within a shout distance. one night my teacher's husband got drunk and started shouting and beating his wife. we could clearly hear all of it and also the sobbing
of my teacher. My mom got very disturbed and started asking my dad to do something to stop it. My dad was hesitant because it is a domestic matter and he can not interfere in it. Even the law says so.
But he couldn't take it either. So he went to our backyard , which was closer to the outhouse and from there he started talking to my brother in a loud voice. Once my teacher's husband heard my
father's voice he stopped (must have been embarassed or got scared as my father was the local judge.).so whenver helpless become victims people who can should do something
Syria. the argument is whether or not u.s.a should interfere, the dilemma was whether to respect sovereignty of syria and not interfere or stop the murders of helpless Syrians.it reminded of similar
dilemma my parents were in long ago. of course the problem is nothing compared to Syria. it was in early 60s and we were in a town called Bodhan in AP India. My teacher was living in an outhouse of
the same building we were in. we were all within a shout distance. one night my teacher's husband got drunk and started shouting and beating his wife. we could clearly hear all of it and also the sobbing
of my teacher. My mom got very disturbed and started asking my dad to do something to stop it. My dad was hesitant because it is a domestic matter and he can not interfere in it. Even the law says so.
But he couldn't take it either. So he went to our backyard , which was closer to the outhouse and from there he started talking to my brother in a loud voice. Once my teacher's husband heard my
father's voice he stopped (must have been embarassed or got scared as my father was the local judge.).so whenver helpless become victims people who can should do something
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