The Shaman Stash.

Believe it or not , Kuppusamy has a family.
Now, he knew that he was no Ambani.
But he had children that counted to many
with ladies who were fading in his memory.
He has fucked everything under the sun.
Of those whose names he knew none,
But he knew for sure that he has put Osama to shame
and convinced himself a Limca record and some shoddy fame.
Now, standing outside the ginger bread house,
Hansel and Gretel were stabbing each other for fun,
His paternal emoshun tickled to arouse.
WTF?, for all he knew, even Hansel could be his son.
He knew none of his children’s names.
It might be some Anand , Birbal or James.
The only son he remembered was not because it rhymed close
but because of the insane pot he grows.
Munusamy was just ten , when
he inspired himself to the house of Zen.
Fortunately now, he had access to Chinese pot.
And Kuppu was thinking whether he should ask him or not?
Will his own son betray the ever-peaceful ganja truce?
Which is more tastier Eclairs or Chocolate mousse?
So many thoughts trafficking his hungry baked head,
that he settled on Roasted beef ,Thick , Juicy and red.
As his mouth was filling with drunken saliva,
his head swung into a hallucinatory dilemma.
The search for the Chinki Shaman stash has begun .
And thus Kuppu, half mad and smoked-up, broke into a run.

Raavanan , rich in theme.

After much needed hype for a man , who by the way like majority claim to be is, NOT a magician from madras, neither is he a prodigy.
He is the cleverest and the crisppiest storytellers in Indian Cinema which blinds any wet eyed- wannabe critic who either loves Ilayaraaja or Kamal Haasan.
Mani Ratnam has definitely been important in Indian Cinema , more importantly am proud to say here , Tamil cinema.
He has a niche for capturing those insignificant significant moments in Drama that make a screenplay extra-ordinary. Whether you accept it or not he is a commercial director , but yet he comes out unharmed among cynical critics because of his knack. Mind you , this knack is not something to be ashamed of.
But am not a Mani Ratnam freak .
His best till now would still be Iruvar.
The trailers of Raavanan and the hype it gathered was substantial enough to make me drunk with curiosity and get to watch this movie on the very first day.
Mainly because of a man who painted pictures for M.F.Hussain in Meenaxi.
Yes , Santosh Sivan.
Mani Ratnam is a tenacious filmmaker who realises and respects production value and is not a freelance artist.
He does compromise a lot. In subtlity ofcourse.
But most people refuse to accept this.
He is as rightly put , a successful director and therefore a great one. NOT vice versa.
But He definitely is not as real as it comes.
He loves drama and off late was experimenting with themes.
It had started with Ayitha Ezhuthu (Tamil)/Yuva(Hindi) ,(seen in Thalapthy too), I don’t know whether it might continue , but what you see in Raavanan is a poignant poetic theme.
In the interviews given before, Mani had reluctantly disproved of any similarities drawn to the age old epic.
But what he wants us to do is the exact same so as in breaking a taboo as rethinking the would be-s.
Yes, it is the Ramayana and yes so many stark ,obvious similarities.
Vikram as Veera
Who would have not wanted to be Tony Montana in the Scarface?
Veera is as happy as a child being the bad guy.
There is a scene in Raavanan were Veera gives up his mask and smiles genuinely at how happy he is to see that Raagini (Aishwarya Rai)has returned.
He thinks its due to the fact that she had accepted to stay back in the forest if he promises not to harm Dev.
Vikram’s Veera is a worthwhile Getorade, bursting with energy in all directions , vivid are his days because he spends them to the full and giving meaning to nature’s purpose.
He is driven by a vulnerable yet will-strong Raagini and is seldom drunk with rage of the thought of his hunter , the Obssesive Dev , due to some ambiguous but yet not that ambiguous happenings of the recent past.
This in short is the crux of Mani’s latest.
With some inital hiccups ,the screenplay wanders in the first half.
Focal Point.
But it all focusses and turns the mirror (Raagini) which had first faced only the White (Dev) into a transparent lens(Raagini) between the White and the Black (Veera), thereby conveying the taboo breaking yet age old morale of agnotism, that everybody has a little bit of grey in them.
The focal point of the whole movie being Raagini, is one among the audience and is first confused of the violent vigour that Veera’s huge bulk imposes on to her/them.
She is not ready to succumb to his earthy charisma, his biceps , his will , his power and his rough gentlemanliness.
Her bosom looms in prespiration and tightens to a cleavage with a dimming hope and exaspiration of whether Dev would come rescue her .
She prays to God to blind her from the truth and show her the blind truths i.e the good and the bad as abrupt shocks of life and not the stories or reasons behind them.
She fails. She learns it the hard way.
The truth prevails , but does it really pave way or lead anyone is the real question. The movie lacked dense character studies , but most of them were conveyed using heavy thematic symbolism. So thanks to Valmiki actually.
Suhasini didn’t fare well. In fact, her writing has what made the movie a professionally-slackening one.
I loved the second act the most as it had the life of the movie , The Flashback were Priyamani just wins you over in minutes.
Prabhu does better than his counterpart Karthik, who plays Hanuman or rather a drunk clown who jumps trees.
Mani has experimented with themes again after Ayitha Ezhuthu , to say the least..
I mean,Vikram wearing black and Prithviraj in white during a cinematic climax.. I mean Common man!
Anyways , Prithviraj donned a role of a see-saw under moon gravity. So I can’t blame him to come off as average.
He is obsessed in capturing Veer , not after his wife was abducted but even before that. But why this obsession? anyways.
It is just great to see Mani Ratnam back . That is all.
It is very stylish but substance seems to be shy on screen.
Its definitely not his best.
Fans would reluctantly will fight to differ , critics might unnecessarily rave it.
But he surprises with the ambient climax in the final act with Rahman singing us rich rhyme.
To finish on a much repeated note, I must say ,It would never be bad to watch a Mani Ratnam film.

Kuppu lost in the forest.

The pot was wearing off as the plot was wearing off.
Kuppu just can’t remember any shit..
But he knew he just can’t give up and sit.
As the forest was thickening dark,
a lonely dog would howl and bark.
Helplessly he shouted,” yo Muni , where are you randi?!”
He swore that when he met him he’ll kick his kundi.
It was The Big Bad Wolf which had howled as it had just seen
Little Red Riding Hood ,who looked tasty ,white and clean.
It had perfected its resemblance uncanny
as the delicious but unfortunately unshaven Granny.
Meanwhile Kuppu tortured by pot-hunger,
couldn’t take the time and distance any longer.
He gave up and ate the dirty crumbs he had just found .
“Hey that’s ours “, shouted Gretel ,circling him around.
“Guys, I know how this story ends,there is a witch”
Hansel replied, “You are just stoned , you selfish B**ch”
“Fine! , But don’t come later telling me that I didn’t warn you”
Gretel ,whose eyes were red, “O yeah?… hmmph..well, fuck you!”
“Psst.. Hansel , have you got any marijuana?”
“Who did you think I was , Diego Maradona?”
“Well I just hope the witch eats you !”
“Maybe you should come with us man.”
“Dude, she is gonna feed us and eat me too”
“Don’t worry, Gretel and I got another plan.”
Thus, the potheads walked cursing each other,
While Riding Hood was talking to her mother’ mother.
“Grandma , Why do I smell ganja here?”.
“I smoke some now n then, it cures my arthritis dear”.
“Oh good, so there is nothing to fear.”
“What ? I can’t hear you dear , please come near.”
Riding Hood then says, “What big hands you have.”
“Oh if only you knew the joints I smoke.”
“My, what big teeth you have!”
“Sorry but this might be the last time you spoke.”
Riding hood screamed loud as the big bad wolf smiled,
“Am sorry its been long time since your grandma had died.”
So as the story ends , the hunter never came
as he thought it would be so lame,
to rescue a granny who can barely walk
and a girl who thinks that a fucking wolf can talk.

Diego Maradona.

(generally)

I was, I am and I always will be adrug addict. A person who gets involved in drugs has to fight it every day.

Maradona.

(on American politics…)

“I think Bush is a murderer. I’m going to head the march against him stepping foot on Argentine soil.”

mmm....

(on fatherhood…)

“My legitimate kids are Dalma and Giannina. The rest are a product of my money and mistakes.”

Fat Diego.

(recently on his rival to the ‘world’s best ever player’ award, Pele…)

“Pele should go back to the museum.”

well, I think you should go back on rehab sir, but still m/

(recently on the entire nation of France and its greatest football star…)

“We all know what the French are like and Platini as a Frenchman thinks he knows it all.”

(and last but not the least (my fav) on proving the doubters wrong…)

“To those who did not believe: now suck my d**k – I’m sorry ladies for my words – and keep on sucking it. I am either white or black. I will never be grey in my life. You treated me as you did. Now keep on sucking d**ks. I am grateful to my players and to the Argentinian people. I thank no one but them. The rest, keep on sucking d**ks.”

Stoned Kuppu. (Contd.)

Kuppusamy noticed that Sundhari had become mad
Now,he didn’t know whether this was good or bad.
Stoned out of her head,She seemed to look at the sky and cry.
He thought, Its better to leave her high and (her mouth) dry.
But,wait ,Would leaving her make him happy or sad?
and then he knew he was nothing but just a Kundifry.
He wanted history to refer him as a stoner,
who was always searching for a big long boner.
Its always fun to run downhill, especially
when your bladder is boozefull till the brim.
He stopped at the foothill, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Jack and Jill were at it and didnt care to even look at him.
There was no time and room for talk and air.
But for Kuppu to join or interrupt ,had no interest nor care.
He had places to get stoned and joints to go,
Shots to gulp, beers to chug and people to mug.
He was gonna meet a stoner from a long time ago.
He was a douche , a fool , a fuck , a wannabe-thug.
He was called Muniyandi with a Motto,
for he always said ,Drugs for life , till I meet Death,
But used to fool people by sniffing ajino-moto,
telling them that it was actual crystal meth .
He sometimes even painted his nostrils red.
And cried, “I told you !, very soon am gonna be dead!”
An old timer and a long lost schmuck,
about whom Kuppusamy didn’t give a fuck.
He knew meeting him would be such a bore.
But Kuppusamy had nowhere else to score.
Muniyandi was the man with the potlis , the pot , the Ganja.
You would do the same If you were me , wouldnya?

Paz Vega.

Paz Vega.

I am only an actress when they say, ‘action’ and I stop being an actress when they say, ‘cut’. I am a normal person outside of acting.

Born in Spain, 1976.

I’m not the new Penelope Cruz. I’m Paz Vega. There’s only one Penelope and she’s marvellous.

Spanish beauty.