Tuesday 11 February 2014

"Friday , ചരക്കുകള്‍ ഒക്കെ അടിപൊളി ആയിരിക്കും ( charakkukalokke adipoli aayirikyum) "

Wondering who said the above quote ??? Well every FISATian knows it . It was none other than Sreenath Bhasi when he came to FISAT for the inauguration of Arangu 2014. If I be true to you guys I wasn't aware of such a figure in malayalam cinema .But after his short cameo at Arangu inauguration I must say " Machaane you are awesome."
FISAT is the same college where Mr. Bhasi had come seeking admission and was rejected a few years back .And now look at him , standing there with all those grey haired dignitaries and his huge poster in the background .Must be an awesomefeeling when the Principal who rejected you a few years back , escorts you onto the stage and claps when you light the lamp.





Whenever I see this photo one of the foremost things that comes to my mind is 'the generation gap' . Look at Bhasi. I like the way he is dressed . A kind of protest to the age old notion of wearing pant and shirt to inauguration ceremonies. His blue full sleeves tshirt ,rough jeans accompanied by those black boots definitely sets him apart from all others on stage. The bearded Bhasi seems to suggest that you don't have to be clean shaved to be  the chief  guest of an event

Lets just take our eyes off Bhasi and have a look at other dignitaries present  on stage .You will notice one thing thats common in all of them . They are wearing nicely ironed pants ..and shirts dipped in Ujala Stiff n Shine .The pants are so loose you might confuse it with a mundu .And the belt is trying hard to keep their bellies under control. Most of them have taken time from their busy schedule to dye their hair ,but alas they don't look younger.

I don't have the slightest of problem to the way they dress.Maybe thats what suits them and are comfortable in . But I have every bit of problem when they try to impose their dressing style on us .Ohhh...Come on..Thats not how you close in on the generation gap.
Uniform is an integral part of every FISATian . Green pant and grayish shirts (may vary for hostellers as we rarely wash 'em) and a black tag around our neck .The tag is the most annoying part of the uniform .It makes you feel as if you are a dog tied to the college campus. The other day I had to get some documents attested so I rode some 80 odd kms from my house to the college under the brightly shining sun but when I reached outside the principal's office I was greeted with a long lecture .Apparently I wasn't wearing my uniform.
The college administration displayed their height of stupidity when they banned tshirts from Arangu 2014 . Past years were colourfull with each branch having its distinct tshirt .The creativity on those tshirts were worth noticing. Many branches had ordered tshirts this  time around too but just 2 days before Arangu a notice was read and all hopes of wearing tshirt were gone. Even after so many days I am still thinking of a possible reason for this step taken by the college administration.At the same time there's a fear haunting me . Will they ban jeans for the next year's Arangu.If thats the case then I will be left with no other choice than to borrow formal pants from the Dean himself. He seems to be having a lot of pants. I guess he wouldn't mind lending me one for a couple of days.

It was because of all these reasons that Sreenath Bhasi's dressing style caught my eye . The Chief Guest was wearing the stuff that the college administration didn't want the students to wear .How cool is that...thats how you make a statement through your dress and for that matter Mr. Bhasi deserves all credit.Not only was his dresscode unique but the words coming out of his mouth were also interesting.My personal favourite is the part where he embarrassed the college dignitaries for refusing him admission. Sreenath urging the principal to allow one day for colour dress was also a masterpiece. The frankness with which he spoke appealed to the audience. Thats what I like the most about artists. They don't give a damn to who's listening to them .They just speak their heart out.  

Sunday 2 February 2014

The White Liquid

First things first , I am not a milk lover and this article would be hard to digest for all those die hard milk lovers. So if you have been listed below please refrain from reading this piece.
Yadav uncle
Chintu Mithaiwala
MILKha Singh/Farhaan  Akhtar
Amul lovers and followers of Kurian dynasty
The Doodhwala Community
And all others whose  day is incomplete without a glass of milk and that includes my brother too.

I have done my bit. Warning has been issued.Its not my fault if you read on and get offended.



        All copyright resides with respective holders ... I just copied it from google images ..ignore the neck of the cow

'MILK' is one such 4 letter word which drives a hell lot of people crazy  and I must say that India does have a major chunk of those milk lovers. As for me  I belong to the minority,the group of milk haters. I still remember those endless nights with mummy running behind me with a glass of milk . I  would rather credit my mother than that  glass of milk for my athletic abilities.Generally speaking I have a very bad sense of smell but I don't know why I could  catch the smell of the union of milk and Complan with  ease. Mummy pours  milk into the glass and within no time I am already hiding under the sofa or bed . That's how much I hated this white liquid. The odd times when mummy used to get hold of me I would clip my nose and drink all of it in one go. Then rush to the kitchen and eat 2 teaspoon of sugar.It was milk that taught me that blocking  my nose would reduce my sense of taste.By the time I entered my later part of teenage I completely stopped consuming milk. 

That's my relation with this 'Amrith' . But there is another species and I call them 'ml' (milk lovers) . These ml are known for consuming milk in litres. Glasses ain't  their thing , what they are interested in are jugs of milk. Talking of jugs of milk how can I not drag in the Punjabis. Punjabis are the only people in the world who share an equal love  for milk and alcohol. I won't be surprised if they find out a way to mix milk and alcohol.
Haven't you all seen the movie Bhaag MILKha Bhaag .Truly MILKha Singh is a super man.The way Farhaan gulps in all those milk is one of the greatest  stunts I have ever seen . I have heard that MILKha Singh's coach would  award him  a glass of milk at the finish line , but if 'Bhaag Cheta Bhaag' was ever  to be filmed I bet my coach would have to place milk at the starting point as I am more used to running away from milk.

Lets leave the Punjabis alone for sometime and let them have their glass .. eerrr.. jug of milk . In the mean time lets see the SUHAAG RAAT issue. This custom where the bride brings in milk for the 'suhaag raat' has been haunting people like me for ages.  They say milk  and haldi gives you  strength to start of your married life . True that bridegroom needs a lot  of strength to withstand his wife but ain't there other stuffs that give strength..hmm.. like 'Aloo ke Parathe' ...And if you say milk is used as a symbol of romance then I have just one question for all those milk lovers out there..  Don't you guys think that a bottle of wine would be a more romantic choice??  Well , I can say one thing for sure ,if my wife comes in with a glass of milk on the 'suhaag raat' I would get my divorce papers ready the next morning. (Just kidding... shaadi k baad toh biwi ka hi raj chalta hai ... sookhi roti bhi de toh khana hi padega :)

But whatever I say , my love for milk products exceeds my hatred for raw milk . Be it the cheese  on pizzas or the ghee on paranthas . Who would want to miss out on a delicious paneer dish or the milk sweets. When I was a kid I dearly wished that the 'Gau matha' would directly give us 'kheer' or 'lassi' .Oh ...mmmm... my mouths watering like anything.It would be better if I stop here .I guess my keyboard can't bear any more saliva showers.  


NOTE:   Competitors of Amul have not given me any money .... neither have the producers of Bhaag Milkha Bhaag.