
Remember the child who pointed out that the emperor did not have any clothes on, even as his most trusted aides lied in fear of appearing incompetent or unfit, a fear inculcated by a bunch of frauds who tailored the so called invisible suit at a hefty price and fled. If Mani Ratnam can draw parallels with epics so can I from a fairy tale.
So who is the emperor you ask none other than our acclaimed music director A R Rahman, the frauds - the Oscar for making the world and Mr. Rahman believe “jai ho” was his best and he had found international appeal (by annoying and excessive use of drums, and beats in the background), the trusted aides - our critics, his best friends in the industry, his own discoveries, the cast and crew of Raavan and last but not the least - the child, the lot like me and you who feel let down ever since Oscars, for there was Blue and now Raavan that truly made us wonder if Mr. Rahman had lost it. Yes, there was respite in the form of Vinaithandi Varuvaya and a masterpiece like Delhi 6. But what hurts is when people in the industry praise this cacaphony of a music in Raavan just to appease Rahman or perhaps to comfort Mani sir (based on the movie reviews I think the man needs to listen to some white lies, loads of it).
Rahman's Raavan is as bad as the Big B hamming in Aladdin. Music sells purely by itself not because of how one is reminded about the movie, or how it’s purely situational. Music from super flops such as "what's your rashee", "delhi 6" etc are case in point. Criticism at any level should be constructive, unfortunately today the industry uses it for all the wrong reasons, to hype, to flatter, to insult, to bring people down. It’s sad because artists just stop giving their best, they get lost in a web of lies, all because someone wants to be in his or her good books or they don't want it to hurt the success of their movie in any way.
Irony - the day the child stops listening, all the emperor will have is his past glory to remember, and the very trusted aides will walk away, whispering a few consolations and faked disbeliefs, while muttering to themselves "well it was about time, remember Blue and Raavan, man!", oh yes there will be the occasional life time achievement awards when the most boring and impassioned speeches are given by the aides, and the emperor can place the trophy next to the Oscar, something that would have ironically defined the downfall of a legend. Some picture I can paint huh? But that's an “ if ”....situation. Let’s hope the emperor does not give more reasons for the child to give up henceforth. Chinna chinna aasai….
Sunday, June 20, 2010
The Emperor's new compositions – a la new clothes
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Friday, April 17, 2009
Money Money it so funny...in a richman's world

Few years ago when Saif Ali Khan won the national award for his role in Hum Tum, I was like whts happening here. I mean he was pitted against Mammootty in Bhoothakanadi, I mean I agree he's a good actor and if it had been Omkara instead he would have certainly deserved it no matter who was pitted against him. But this would still pale in comparison to what happened a few years before that when Raveena Tandon walked away with the national award for what can be termed only as a lack lustre and unconvincing performance in Daman: A Victim of Marital Violence while Anil Kapoor bagged the same for his nothing great to speak about role in Pukaar. People cried foul and there were even allegations of undertable dealings and use of political pressure.
Well the sleeping dogs would still have continued to lie if the recent Padmashree awards had not gone and kicked them awake. Aishwarya Rai, Akshay Kumar, Helen, oh for gods sake whts happenin here. I mean have we lost it. One a perfect Doll who has only been able to give good performances when guided by very few directors while in most she hams or simply doesnt even put in a decent performance, the other a good hardworking fellow who has yet to prove his worth as a thinking man's actor(sorry Akshay I like you and I think you have it in you and one day you will be deserving enough but not yet), and the last a cabaret dancer in movie or should i say an item girl of yesteryears (I'm sure Rakhi Sawant is excited, she can expect one in a few years if this is the case).
Its not only undeserving but a total mockery of the awards, dont believe it check out the previous winners and how it is impossible to associate the former three with the same list. But with the Bachan name and money and the Samajwadi party's support inroads can easily be made into the award committees decisions. Akshay too has the money while Helen has the Salim Khan and Salman Khan names and associated Congress support rooting for her. Or perhaps its a whole new way to please these big names in India. Why? Well they have the face, or they have the name or the fame that makes them influential, and are ideal to wield the microphone or voice slogans as ambassadors for political agendas in return.
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Sunday, December 2, 2007
Two sides of the same coin - The doctor's strike
A scene from the General Hospital in Thiruvananthapuram as doctors went on strike
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Friday, November 30, 2007
The King's dilemma - The Tiff between SHarukh & BCCI
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Thursday, November 29, 2007
Being a Superstar, a reality check?

Youngsters who dont have a clue on how to handle all the attention at being projected as the potential new superstars, judges who seem to run out of complicated english words(which I am sure they take the pain to jot down before each episode), an anchor who struggles with anglicized Malayalam, making even the average American at Kalamandalm go red in the face(afterall even he does not pretend so much to struggle with what is not his mother tongue) and ofcourse a whole lot of audience like me and you who seem to BE spending so much time to believe this scam OF a music show.
I wish only if youngsters had more faith in their abilities than waste valuable weeks of their life believing that this would be the platform that would fruiten their ambitions. Unfortunately the odds are too high. Its like a mirage, its seems to be there for a while and then fades away in a moment. Worse it has the side effect of a stimulating drug, you love the limelight and so you now cannot live without it. But when the sun has set on the day dream, you have to return back to normal life, but the distress and disappointment can be quite engulfing.
So should such shows be banned, no, one does not have to be so critical either, any exposure is good, but your feet need to be firmly on the ground.
Let them break out on their own. Remember, it may seem like a struggle when the maggot tries to shed its mould and stretch out its wings, but if you try to break its mould, you are only rendering it useless, for the struggle to break out is what gives the wings the power the strength and power to fly. So no reality show can help you take off to success, its not a one stop for your dreams to come true, but its struggle, dedication and sincerity with good luck that can give you the power to do so.
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