when sivaji got chevalier award from the French govt, that same time one tamil documentary film maker got an award for a short film on the undertaker of the hindu burial grounds and that he has to stay in the night with the burning body all alone and that it would it would wake up in the sense when it got stiffened and some unidentified bodies from accidents and unclaimed bodies from the general hospital several weeks old one would arrive and he had narrated abt his pitiable job.
but that time i said when i grow up i will make a short movie on the people who go down into the sewer line and protest that no human beings are to be employed for this work as its dangerous coz of the highly toxic gases that are formed and abroad huge eqipments are used for such operations... grow up INDIA!
This would stop, When You and I stop using polythene bags, stop trashing them in the drainage, when all of us stop using the drainage as a trash bin and use the trash bins properly. How many times have we used the litter box kept in public places properly? On our return from Si'pore or States or from any other foreign country we boast of their road cleanliness and we are made to adhere to their rules. Do we at least try to put the waste near the litter box? When we the so called educated learn and educate the not so educated on the hazards of all this...This would stop...
This was a crude translation of a proverb that comedian Karunas (as pointed out by Chriz ) made famous in one movie. The Tamil original runs thus, “Kazhutha ketta, kutti suvaru” so you have the translation. I heard that line somewhere and I wondered especially having heard the translation as to what could have been the origin of the proverb. Any ideas? PS: I Googled it and did find something.
MTC bus today! As I was turning into Haddows road today a MTC bus whizzed by nearly missing a few people on the road as is the norm. Just when I was about to curse the bus and its driver and everybody connected to it, my mind drifted back to the days gone by when I used to travel by these buses. The more my mind drifted, more instances that have been deeply etched in the confines of my memory came out like a mental slideshow. It is amazing how at the most unexpected moments lost thoughts surface and make even poor memory people like me feel good about us. Coming back to the post I thought I will put together a few memorable ones for the record. It was in the days of khaki shorts and white shirts, the old uniform of Dominic Savio Preparatory school (I’m told it has graduated to a matriculation now!) and its bigger sibling St. Bede’s Anglo Indian Higher Secondary School (100 years now, dear school of our hearts). School was a two stop bus ride from home if you got onto a white board bus
This post was spurred by some grammar related conversations in the CBC I went through college with the tag “Peter” or the longer “Appa tie, amma gown” . If you have not got it yet, my English was flawless and for those who could not follow what I said they thought that this was payback. It was not a fluke, my parents did not have a convent education but they ensure that my brother & I got one. It was an Anglo Indian school where speaking any other language but English meant you ran rounds around the decent sized play ground. My neighbours were Anglo Indians too, a wonderful couple who also taught for a living in my school, did i forget to mention they had two daughters who were similar in age to my brother and me ensuring that we played & grew up together for a few years. As it was English near home and in school my fluency increased. But even this upbringing may not have been enough were it not for one unforgettable instance when I noticed that the washed
have you watched the movie? it was indeed really great..
ReplyDeletewhen sivaji got chevalier award from the French govt, that same time one tamil documentary film maker got an award for a short film on the undertaker of the hindu burial grounds and that he has to stay in the night with the burning body all alone and that it would it would wake up in the sense when it got stiffened and some unidentified bodies from accidents and unclaimed bodies from the general hospital several weeks old one would arrive and he had narrated abt his pitiable job.
ReplyDeletebut that time i said when i grow up i will make a short movie on the people who go down into the sewer line and protest that no human beings are to be employed for this work as its dangerous coz of the highly toxic gases that are formed and abroad huge eqipments are used for such operations... grow up INDIA!
sorry i never did it...
ReplyDeleteThis would stop, When You and I stop using polythene bags, stop trashing them in the drainage, when all of us stop using the drainage as a trash bin and use the trash bins properly. How many times have we used the litter box kept in public places properly? On our return from Si'pore or States or from any other foreign country we boast of their road cleanliness and we are made to adhere to their rules. Do we at least try to put the waste near the litter box? When we the so called educated learn and educate the not so educated on the hazards of all this...This would stop...
ReplyDelete@ Bee: Well said. I avoid plastic bags whenever possible. But the collective insensitivity of our people makes me hang my head in shame.
ReplyDeletethis will not end. never.communism might have been a solution but given the human mind's crookedness, i don't think this will ever end.
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