VIOLENCE - A Chain Reaction....

VIOLENCE - A Chain Reaction.
Violence, Chain reaction, Terror, Victim, Real.
About thirty years ago I happen to witness street fight. It was a terrible thing to witness violence in real life. Ajee and myself went for evening show at AVM Theater. Ajee was ten years older to me; he worked there as an assistant director in those days, at the theater cum film studio. We were having coffe in a near by stall. Matinee show was over and people started coming out of the theater in large number to the main road. Pushing the crowed out of his ways, one man was desperately tying to save his life…. Two other guys
Chased him .… on the main road three other guys coughtup with the fleeing man and pushed him on to the main road. Two his "followers" joined with the other guys. They all had pine wood stick, about three inch in thickness and three feet in length. They then stated beating him mercilessly .the systematically broke each and every bone on his body.. They
Spared his head and chest. Broke his fingers, arms, elbow, feet, legs, kneecaps, abdomen … have you ever heard the sound of cracking bones? Try to hit tar road with a wooden log. That is the sound of cracking bone. The poor guy was pissing blood! Around his groin white pant turned red in color. There were hundreds of people watching the horror. Five people beating a single man. Real life drama. In side me I was screaming. " STOP THAT … BEATING, STOP IT…".
I had asked my friend to stop them beating that poor guy.
He asked me " Are you gone mad? Hundreds of people are watching .if you try to save that guy, those guys will think you are the supporter of that helpless guy. They will give you the same treatment to you…"
I said " look, Ajee .if we can 't save him, then lets get of this place " I Paid for coffe and pulled him along with me to theater….At that time he was working in that theater cum film Production Company as an assisted director.
I said "Ajee, there must be some reason for five people to beat a single man .we are witnessing one single episode .get me the big picture. I mean the other side of the same coin…" Since it happened in that theater cum film studio, He promised me that he will get the bottom of it.I could not contact him for about ten days. He left for outdoor shooting.
I met him after about ten day's time. I asked for the details .he then explained it to me.
Few days ago the person who ran for his life had stabbed his enemy. He was able to dodge his enemy's friends. On hat fateful day he was watching movie at that theater. His enemies friend informed his gang and they meticulously executed their plan. Here ends second episode.
What about the third episode?
After the second episode the hapless victim's friends took one lorry and about thirty people or so went with sickle, knife, cubs, and wooden log etc and searched for those five guys in their own area.
Sure. Those guys would have darted through the back door of their house or simply vanished into thin air only to save their dear life. Do you think those people prepared for any eventuality came back empty handed? That was very unlikely to happen. They sure would have beaten enemy gang's families or even their cronies to pulp. That is beyond doubt.
No one will ever comes to know the fourth episode. Because it has a chain reaction. May be some other day news must have appeared something like this.
"Man stabbed to death in a broad day light in the heart of city…. As people watched in horror, assaults escaped in an auto…. Police report. Previous enmity was suspected.
Here in India there is a proverb which translate "those who tookup the sword, will die of sword." It trues in Indain parlance. (1)
In movie we all like fight scenes. Fight scenes are glamorized .our favorite one man army (hero), style, and well-choreographed scenes. Few filthy or moral boost dialog to justify the fight. I fond Jacky Chan's fight scenes are synchronized and too predictable .it gets too boring to watch.
Times have changed everything. Fight is no more a man to man combats. It is well organized. Even a simple brawl can have chain reaction. With money and power (politic and police patronage) one can make other persons life miserable or even one can get away.
Unlike in olden days now a simple brawl or even eve teasing can escalate into a major cast or even communal violence (disturbances). Fighting in real life is no jock. If other person is " powerful " he can make life not only miserable for you but also for your whole family.
Later local rowdies or even hired thugs will enter the scene.
Fight or Flight?
Fight if your own very existence is threatened. Choose flight for a better tomorrows. Remember we win some, we loose some. Like in love we win by loosing our heart!
Violence had never solved any problems. Violence is only the begin of an end.
Choose life not violence.
Jivan.

Holly Wood & Bolly Wood Movies..

In olden days movies ran on the strength of story alone. Times have changed now a day's movie run on the hype alone! Producer and movie production companies are spending cores of rupees on hype and hysteria over nothing. Recent movies like KRISS, DON and DOOM-2 will prove my point of view. In KRISS hero can not fly with out his long cot! Full of dramatic twists and turns. DON is other movie distorted its original story to give authenticity! DOOM-2 hero lifts precious diamond from the high security museum. Director could not convince audience how he is escaping from the scene .he ran out of idea…movie also tried some of the "MATRIX"scenes but failed miserably .in MATRIX one can sit and watch mind boggling sfx /3-d graphics. Even after four years of MATRIX movie, we are no where around its SFX.All above mentioned Hindi movie did good business because it had created hype, star value, multi starer and carry the name of big production company .the hype created movies always fallFar bellow the expectation of movie buffs .the only saving grace is that their favorite hero /heroine is in that movie. Now it seems people goes to see movies mainly for glamour (their favorite stars in skimpy dress) and glitz. Most of the big budget movies had multi stars in Hindi movies .I feel this trend should change. Movies should run based on story value. There are good number of novels and fictions available in Indian market. Producer should discover such good stories for their movie. Decision on making movies should be made by the producer but not by the director.It is not that only people in film industries write good story for movies .in fact it is other way around .the only difference between a film story writer (concept writer) and a writer is that the later one knows the pulse of the audiences and they write story concept according to that. Even then it had not always (guaranteed) helped big budget movies.A new wave of thereat to the storywriter is director it self! Have you noticed it? An ordinary director became all in all! See the title. Story, script, songs, action, direction and at times producer! Most of the all in all directors movie if you watch, you will find how many stories (from different movies) they had borrowed or stolen (joined) to make one movie. Directors make such disastrous movie!. SIVAKASI one such movie made out of four other different movies! This is only one such example, a regular movie buffs can easily identify such movies..I request producer to stop this trend .if you can not create hip for such movies your money will go down the drain. If you make such movies (copied or borrowed ideas) you will find the result in one week time, after the release of movie.For Hindi movie producers are spending twenty to forty cores of rupees .why not get good stories then? I was told when a producer buy stories for his movie he make bargain. Like we do when we buy brinjol! When he can spend cores on project including publicity glitz why not pay hand some money for the storywriter? Except film storywriter not all other writers are rich. When a producer pays good amount of Mony to a writer for his story, at least one family is saved from poverty. It is time for producer and director to look for new story concept. Now there is lot of remakes as if there is shortage of good story .it is not true.Like in holly wood (through agents) producer can get any number of good materials. Here I find none of the Production Company takes stories from the writers. Most of them having only web address but none of them having their contact (e-mail) address.
Jivan.

Dax & Pussy Cat . sweet memories

When I was a young boy I had a cat named Pussy. It seems some one had decided to get rid of the kitten. Which was a common practice in Kerala: usually after cat gives birth. In those days (40 years ago) it was not possible to get sterilized a dog or cat. Kitten (pussy) found her way to our home. I welcomed her. She was a cute little one. She had light green colored eyes with full of curiosity, pink lips and white fur coat. An Y shaped black thick line running from both her ears to her nose. There was instant liking between us. When she came home she was very weak. I like fat tabby cat. I give her every day one glass of my milk with out the knowledge of my mother. She was always hungry .a part from her food I shared my food with her .I pampered her a lot. With lots of love and food she soon put on weight. She was always with me. While studying, eating, when I go for swimming or fishing in our compound; it runs in to few acres of land. Our house was in the middle of a paddy field. If I am swimming she will wait for me to finish my bath. She was more like a dog to me .in the raining season shallow place get filled up with water. That was my pound! When fishing I take big fish for me to fry. Small fishes I always give it her. She liked masala-fired fish too! . I had noticed one thing; whenever I talk to her .it was usually a question that I ask her .she always answered me in her monosyllables. MEAO! . That says the least she was listing to me. Even though I never understood her language I took her answer for yes. When I goes to school she accompany me till the main gate. In the evening she eagerly waits for me at the gate .she will keep purring at me with her MEAO! . I know she want me to carry her back home. Together we share my evening Tiffin .At night she slept with me; she was too good to cuddle up. I like her snuggling up with me .she was always warm. My father had no problem with my pussycat but my mother was allergic to her. If I give her kiss my mother would shout at me .she says if the cats hair get into my intestine it will give stomach pain? I never believed in her word .at least I never had stomach pain by kissing my pussycat. In return my cat will gives me a good lick on my cheek. I liked it; it was like rubbing fine emery paper on my cheek .try it once you will like it.Since we were living in the middle of a paddy field, on rainy days there used to be lot of water snake and rat snakes. Some times pussy cat brings rat snake under my cot .she would not allow any body to get close to her when she keep her booty. Most of the time we drive her away .she will either take her booty with her or leave her booty to us and escape. Most of the time it used to be rat snake it was not a big problem for us. Until one day…. She brought a big king cobra; black in color about more than two meter in length. She caught him as usual .by his neck and took it to her favorite place. Under my cot. When we tried to drive her out .She made, not grunting but somewhat similar sound she produced. My elder brother gave her one whip with his belt .She left the cobra in our bed room and escaped .Now it was our turn to face the king cobra .We both jumped on to the bed. Snake started hissing at us. My brother threw his black belt at it. It bit on it. Again we then threw heavy pillow on it. Snake went into our big bath room .we both took brick and pinewood stick and went after the snake. Cobra was very much alive. To avoid cobra escaping we locked bathroom door! For washing we had high raised stone pillar? About 2'x1. 5'x2' pillar. Cobra ran around the bathroom trying to escape; we climbed on the pillar, we first stoned him then beat him to death. There was lots of yelling and struggling to kill one cobra .it was really scary. That was my first kill at the age of ten-.my brother was around seventeen.Every thing was fine. Perfect. Until she started giving birth. At times four to six of them! I like each and every one of them. When pussycat give birth to kittens, I took care of her, like getting her food at her place. Cleaning mess made by the little ones. Kittens started moving around the house after one month. They make mess all over the place. Besides we had to be very care full not to step on them. The most pain full part was that I had to leave the small one at the market place. That was the usual practice at that time. No blue cross or pet adoption center was there.At market place they will get to eat left over fish. Some time small children or animal lovers take them home. Stray dogs or vehicle could kill some of them. Leaving small one to fend for them made me feel sad. I begged my parents to keep all the five with us. They told me that was impossible. Cats gives birth every six months. I had no other choice but to leave the small one at the market place. Only one and half months old … five of them…. When pussycat was away I took them in a big bag and went to fish market .I did not wanted to leave them at the market palace then come back home. It could get killed by a stray dog or run over by a vechile. I want to find them home. I went on asking little children whether they like to take my kitten home. Even though children liked my kitten they parents objected taking kitten home. I could find home for only three of them. I took back two of the kitten back to my home. At home pussycat was very much worried she went searching all over the place. When I returned her two kittens she kept asking me for the missing one. MEAO? MEAO? I had apologized her. I really felt sorry for her. My parents insist that I dispose two others also. I said I would. Give me time. In our near by locality I went searching for shelter. In few days time I found people willing to adopt the other two. I was lucky. I found home for my kittens. After one month my pussycat and I visited her kitten. (I carried my her in a bag and took it to two of her kitten. she recognized them! it was a warm feeling watching them snuggling each other. I love cat washing her face with its paw and playing with her kittens. They are more affectionate towards their little one…. Even though I had three other dogs in my life. I still love cats … we Aquarian had some of their traits. We do things under impulse. At times we get killed for our curiosities! Literally.After my pussycat I had an Alsation dog named DAX. My uncle in military brought it for me .he was about only one and half years old. Except that he had bit of puppy character in him but got a solid look of a grown up dog. Soon we became good friends. He had his corporation licensee tag on his collar belt. I used to take him to meat shop every day. Later he got used to collect his meat from his shop. Give him his bag he alone went to shop to collect this meat. Some times I followed him to see whether other dogs troubled him. With his majestic look other stray dogs never dared to pick up fight with him. They all kept a safe distance and yelled at him. DAX never paid any attention to those dogs. He was a very intelligent and obedient dog. We trained him such a way. Unless my brother or I tell him to "take it" he would not touch his food. He will wait till we ask him to take it. I usually take him for a walk, jog or some time I go cycling and he comes running after me. On most of the Sundays we either goes to a pond or river to swim. Once he was not taking his usual swim with me he sat by the side of the river. While swimming I had pretended as if I was getting drawn. It was not a deliberate act. Just for the sake of fun. Dax jumped into the river and swam towards me .I wanted to know how he is going to help me .he held my right arm with in his mouth and struggled to swim ashore. At first I enjoyed it. But seeing him struggling me to 'save' I swam on backwards. Later every time I played same mischief Dax never gave it to chance. He will desperately tried to save me.His majestic look saved us lot of trouble from thief and boys. Boys come to steal our rose garden. At times along they take plant with pot. This usually happen when on our ONAM festival time .it is about sixteen dayflower decoration works on the floor. Dax kept them at a safe distance.After Dax we had SNOOPY. A local dog came and settled down in our apartment compound at Chennai. She was not an intelligent dog but I liked her the way she communicates with me her eyes. Bit stupid, her innocent eyes speak volume…she kept us informed about unwanted people in our premises (her territory).After Snoopy we had ACHOOO. I do the naming of all my pets. Again a local dog settled down in out apartment compound. He likes to play with my little daughter. They vibe pretty well. Where ever my daughter goes Achoo always accompanied her. They like to play at near by playground. We together give him bath once in a week or so. Till he felt smelly. Achoo played a part of my comedy life .to be frank my life is full of comedies of error. Though it was not always my fault.One day a man came in lord Krishna’s costume to our house. He had his face painted in blue color with a crown on his head. He started singing in Telugu. “Jaya govindam."… I gave him 50 paisa. Lord Krishna. “Sir, makeup costs more money”. He asked me for more money. “Did I ask you to wear makeup?”. I then called Achoo. (A local dog I adopted when he was a pup). There was no sign of him. Lord Krishnan peeped into my house expected my wife to give him more money. He then stared singing vigorously. ,”Jaya.govindam...paramanandam””. I Screamed for Achooooo…! Achoo appeared out of nowhere, found him wagging his tail at the back of me, eagerly waiting for my orders. Achoo looked up me and I winked at Lord Krishna. Lord Krishna took off, achoo set after him; both of them ran around playing ground, which is in front of my house. Achoo ran tugging at his veshty. Sony “Papa man running, running Achoo biting, biting.” She told me in her broken English. Sony could not stop laughing. She latterly went into “Paramanandam”! I saw Lord Krishnan running back to me. I caught hold of Achoo. He looks satisfied with his performance. I give a pat on his back and put him on the chain. Lord Krishnan spread his veshty; I looked at his face through the torn veshty.” Sir, your dog tore my veshty,” he complained to me. I said. “Yeah, You missed your crown too!”. I end up paying Rs.10 but it was worth for my daughter’s laughter, which I missed it for more than two years. We both had fun at the cost of “Lord Krishna” and Achoo.These two local dogs always kept thieves and unwanted people at safe distance. Near by our neighboring flats thief took away bike and valuable house hold articles. These less fortunate dogs kept vigil for us. Round the clock…year after year for meager amount of left over food. They had done their duty by defending their territory. Now they are all livining only in my sweet memories .I missed them very much. Each one of them was unique in their own ways……
jivan