Sunday, June 27, 2010

Ranam Sugam - A Review

Ranam Sugam – Pain is Good

Coincidences happen a lot – Tamil World Conference started from Wednesday and I have been reading and listening to a tamil book and music! ;)

A Tamil musical Novelette by Padhai is a new concept which interested and impressed me a lot. Firstly I would like to thank them because after long time I got to read tamil and refresh my reading skills in this language ;)

Am sure you would have seen the promo’s and even a chapter’s translation in Sree’s Blog and the Music Review in Meghana’s blog.

So after reading this book and listening to the 10 tracks, here I come with my review – my take on this musical novelette.
Before Reading any book, I have the tendency to read the back cover to know the gist of what am about to read – “It’s a story of 5 College Friends and their Music Band, set up to win the title of a competition judged by A.R.Rehman”
Ranam Sugam did look like a promising read and it sure didn’t disappoint me!

A very simple story, written in simple tamil(thankfully :P) with some lovely music!! :D
The book is written from the point of view of Naren, the main character in this book and his journey along with his friends in the quest of his search for his love and his goal.

The start itself, the introduction of Characters: Siva, Chandru, Shameer, Divya and Naren (himself) from Naren’s point of view was pretty good and laid a good foundation for the whole story. They are all different, but friends bound by common interest – Music. Each friend has different taste of music but still they form a group. And then Ramya also joined their group.

On one side is the story of Naren and Ramya who become more that just friends but never tell each other.

On the other side is the music group and their quest to participate and win the competition judged by A.R.Rehman. In between these two stories comes the ways how relations turn sweet and sour, be it among couples or friends.

This is a story of love which actually never took off, despite the fact that both liked each other. The hesitation from guy’s point of view in expressing his love till the end is pretty natural.
This is a story of how friends stick to each other despite their difference of opinions.

I personally expected more on the band’s quest to win the competition which was short-lived because of a fight among friends. But then this part simply stopped here.

The ending was too good. It said it all about life as he compared it with a child who was playing and gets hurt. He starts crying initially but after sometime again goes to play though his pain is not completely gone. Whatever pain you come across, you move on with your life feeling that pain always. Sometimes Pain is good too.

Coming to music- Each chapter had a track. First I just read the book and then listened to music. With a musical novelette that’s not fair. I then listened to each track as I read each chapter and that gave me the real feeling of this musical novelette! 
I have to say that the music at times seemed inspired by Rahman’s music but then that’s not surprising especially with the mention in the book about each character’s love for different music.
I loved all the tracks. Lyrics were equally good. Thought and written well for each of the track to suit the situation.
Track 1 – Yaar Aval - foot tapping number..loved the feel of it..where the guy is mesmerized by a girl..we surely are mesmerized by the song! :)
Track – 2 – En Nanbane - Soulful music..with the girl’s voice sounding a tad in lines of Bombay jayashree. Awesome composition! :)
Track – 3 – Thedi - Bharathiyar lyrics mixed into fusion. It was very good attempt. The chapter describes on how they want the music to sound when they compose this music. And it was good!! They didn’t disappoint!!
Track – 4 –Nilayum Thoongalam – Awesome one..loved it..I could imagine myself along with the band in the balcony with no light except the moon light!
Track – 5 – Veyil Mazhai – Nice feel good song :) Lovely music!!
Track – 6 – Paathiyil Vilaguvathu – This has dialogues in between. The friends are drunk and revive their friendship back and the guy is opening up to them telling about his love. The dialogues for some reason reminded me about the dialogues coming in movies like Goa. Maybe the recent movies too had the similar effect. The dialogues made me laugh more though the song was supposed to be full of feelings!
Track – 7 – Ranam Sugam - The girl is gone forever from the guy’s life and hence the situational song of “Pain is good”. Lovely music. I have been humming this tune from the time I heard it. Again another awesome composition!!
Track -8 –Vaazhthai Thavarivittal – Another awesome number. You can feel the sorrow in the singer’s voice relating to the situation of the guy who feels that his life is gone forever.
Track – 9 – Ranam Sugam Remix – Remixes do tend to spoil the original but this wasn’t to be in the case here. Ranam Kuda Sugam Thaan line and the tune itself makes you feel yourself that Pain is good in your life too.
Track – 10 –Music – No lyrics. Has the same mood that I felt in the whole album. Lovely music again.

Overall the album has sad song and music only to go along with the theme of the book but its awesome. Do listen to it. But to appreciate it more, you should read the book 1st! :)
I would love to hear Paadhai perform these songs live!!

While Reading the book and listening to the music, I could imagine all the scenes happening just before me. Hats off to Paadhai for “Ranam Sugam”!

Eagerly waiting more from Paadhai!! :D

Sunday, June 20, 2010

A Father, Not a Friend.

I am my daddy’s girl!

I still remember one of my relatives (err..Mom’s Bro’s Wife’s Cousin’s Wife :roll:) telling me that she was busy collecting 70 things that her father likes to give him as gifts for his 70th Birthday!

That put me into thinking. If I were to start collecting my dad’s (or even my mom’s) favorite things, my list not go even beyond 5(even that would be tough). That’s how my family is!

We are a close but very formal family. The relationship is just parents-kids and not beyond that. If someone were to ask me to describe my dad in my terms, hmm it will be tough.

A Strict person, short tempered (who will scold us but the next moment will forget about it and talk normally) and well….

We have in our lives a lot of role models, from whom we learn a lot which we can define. But from our parents whatever we learn can never be defined. They are the ones who mould us to what we become in future. We keep learning from them always.

From Day 1 of our life till the day we die, they are there with us (physically or in our minds and hearts).

I have to thank my Father for lots of things, hmm practically everything. I have seen lots and lots of my friends whose parents are very protective and won’t let them go out easily, by which I mean, staying in hostels, eating outside due to unhygienic conditions etc. They will ensure that their kids are always in secure and protective way in the world.

But my father was different in these.

First things first, he was strict during our childhood to ensure we never became spoilt kids. He used to tell our mother never to allow us to sleep in afternoon. This will ensure we slept well at night and our habit till date has become that. He made us eat whatever was served in our plate without fussing. His logic was simple. One day everyone will eat what I like and another day what my brother likes and so on. We should never fuss about food as we won’t get everything everywhere(this indeed helped us during hostel days!).

My father would say we should eat from the road side shops also. Simple, it increases your immune system.

He never cut the cable connection during our exam time or even took leave for our exams like his colleagues did. He will ask - “Why give more pressure to kids? They know what they have to do”. During my 12th board exam, only in our house cable connection was still there to watch World Cup. My dad told me and my brother clearly that we know how important these exams are. And for him World cup matches. It’s up to us to score well in 12th board without being bothered about TV running in hall.

His thinking was simple, unless we experience it ourselves we won’t learn.

He had stayed in hostel and knew the hardships one faces there. And he wanted us to experience it.

When I and my brothers were heading to our new hostel and college life, his advice was simple -

‘Enjoy life. Go and hang out with your friends, roam the city, watch movies, eat outside. These days will never come back. But always remember for what you have gone there. Study when needed and know your own limits of fun!’

When we are a small kid learning to ride cycle, what do our fathers do? Initially they hold the cycle for us to balance and run behind us. After sometime when they think that we can manage very well he takes of his hand unknown to us but still keeps running behind.

This is exactly what happens in our lives too. My father wanted us to experience life ourselves and learn from it. But he was there right behind us running, ready to hold and balance us in case we needed help.

I have heard my friends call their parents very informally and even with their names but as far as my family is concerned, I can’t even imagine calling my parents by name or even say ”Tu”, “Tum” , “Nee” instead of “Aap”,”Neenga”.

There are things we don’t or cannot share with our parents. The current generation(am also in that :P) is trying to bridge that gap and be more of friend to their children than strict parents).

Even today when I have to make a decision, my first thought would be what will my father say? If I have to approach and talk to my father about something, I think twice before talking to him.

But I feel, let the relation be of parents-kids than friends-friends. It’s better this way.

I would be glad to remember him as my father, who was strict but at the same time lenient.

Trust me the fear about what my father will say does help us to take right decisions!

But Ill be my daddy’s girl always!

P.S - In many places, I would have generalized and not specified dad alone because it’s both the parents together who have taught everything. I don’t have any story as such to share here though as my dad has been an inspiration,role model and everything always.

P.P.S - I have always believed that a separate day for such things should never exist, Mother’s day, Father’s day, Women’s day, Valentine’s Day.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

55 Fiction!!

There is a contest in internal blog world and a few that i had put up there.

She was completely scared and shivering. She was all alone. She was drenched in sweat. She wanted to scream but no sound came from her mouth.
Suddenly she saw him. He had a gun in his hand. He was slowly approaching. He pointed the gun to shoot And
the TV screen went blank!
Power cut!

She entered the room happy and excited to tell her daughters she had finally got some money to give as dowry for their weddings.
We are a huge burden to you. Its better to die than being a humiliation to you. Sorry.
Suicide note left by her daughters.
Their Mother cried.

Who is to blame?

He couldn't control his car and before he realized he had rammed his car somewhere. He somehow got down his car and went behind car and saw two people lying, killed by his drunken driving.

He started crying and kneeled down there praying to God - Please forgive me. I will not drink and drive again.

Do or Die!!

He felt dizzy. He couldn’t hear anything that time but knew everyone were shouting. He knew he had to keep his cool. It was do or die moment.
He saw the guy running towards him,his eyes fully concentrated on his hand
then swung his bat around
its SIX.
India won the match!


She is lying in the bed. He looked at her with moist eyes. He knew she will never get up. She died of lung cancer.
No, He had killed her.
She had one last wish.
He took her hands in his and promised her - I’ll Quit Smoking from today!
Coincidentally it was World No-Tobacco Day.


She opened her eyes and finds herself not able to move.
She looks around slowly and realizes she is in the hospital room. Her sister is sitting next to her.
One look into her sister’s face and she knew it.
She closed her eyes and remembered his last words to her -
I Love You!