Monday, January 31, 2005
Is CNN website closed?
Sunday, January 30, 2005
We fight. We, the humans, then die.
Friday, January 28, 2005
Are these really true?
Thursday, January 27, 2005
M.S. Subbulakshmi - 007
Sunday, January 23, 2005
More on Feed Readers...
Saturday, January 22, 2005
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Thursday, January 20, 2005
World Year of Physics 2005
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
A statement on Sankararaman case
Monday, January 17, 2005
Fondness
I said,"Things are expensive there."
"But things are of good quality."
"The same quality stuff costs much lesser in the other shop."
"No.No. Whatever it is, the corner shop is the best."
"...."
My friend added,"We have been buying there for decades. I still remember those days - The days when I go with my father with a small bag in my hand and carry things back with joy. Holding a bag, full of groceries, itself is a joy. A joy of growing older! Going with my father has continued for a long time. The corner grocery shop brings those memories often.."
His father is no more. I know he is not just talking about the grocery shop and its quality. He has now a daughter. I have seen them going to that corner shop together. And I have also seen the cute little girl carrying a small bag with few brinjals and carrots. With a pride on her face, she has a smile for me whenever we meet near the corner shop.
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Is it the same story again?
(You can read the above essay in the book The Autobiography of Bertrand Russell, The Final Years:1944-1969)
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
M. Chandrasekharan
(I got a mail this morning enquiring if the violinist in my previous post is a real person or I used that name just like that. He is real. So, Ladies and Gentlemen, let me introduce Shri. M.Chandrasekharan.)
Born on December 11, 1937 at Calcutta.
Father: Mohan
Mother: Charubala. For M.Chandrasekharan, she has been not only a mere mother, but was his Guru and God. And the mention of her name brings tears of remembrance and loving gratitude in his eyes. Chandrasekharan lost his eye-sight following an attack of jaundice by the age of two.
Learnt violin from his mother. Learnt vocal from Mannargudi Sambasiva Bhagavatar, Kumbakonam S. Viswanathan, Vidyala Narasimha Naidu and T. Jayammal.
Accompanied G. N. Balasubramaniam, Maharajapuram Viswanatha Iyer, Musiri Subramania Iyer, T. R. Mahalingam (Mali), Madurai Mani Iyer, Chembai Vaidyanatha Bhagavathar, Madurai Somasundaram, T. K. Rangachari, Ramnad Krishnan, Semmangudi Srinivasa Iyer, Balamuralikrishna, and many others.
The following is from an article written by Vasumathi Badrinathan. Click here to read the article.)
"Had she not encouraged me then, the picture probably would have been very different", says M. Chandrasekaran Carnatic violin virtuoso thinking back on his mother in whose form the Muse manifested herself, transforming his visual handicap into virtual non-existence. Nothing deterred his violinist mother, the late Charubala Mohan, from goading on her young son and feeding into him the intricacies of music. "She would literally hold my hand and help me use the bow. Whatever hurdles there were, she overcame them. Today, I enjoy the fruit of her labour" reminisces the maestro with unconcealed nostalgia of an unstinting sacrifice that sculpted his career.
"Whatever I would have achieved with vision, I think I have been able to without it. Vision is but an exterior element. What I need to see, I still see it through my heart."
(Photo courtesy: The Hindu)
Monday, January 10, 2005
Let me introduce...
Sunday, January 09, 2005
M.S. Subbulakshmi - 006
Friday, January 07, 2005
Did you find them?
Bloggers: People of the Year
கனவு
விருப்பமில்லை.
அடையமுடியாததை அடைய
எண்ணமுமில்லை.
அதற்காக,
இருப்பதை வைத்து
சந்தோஷமா?
அதுவும் இல்லை.
இருப்பதே தேவையா
என்றுதான் கேள்வி.
இதய இருட்டறைகளில்
ஓர் ஒளிக்கீற்று.
Thursday, January 06, 2005
M.S. Subbulakshmi - 005
...
An innovation I brought to Indian films was the 'shooting script', where the script would be broken down into scenes and shots, with action on the left half of the page and dialogue on the right half.
...
At the end of a month I was back in Madras with the completed shooting script preparing to cast the film, conduct dialogue and music rehearsals, and construct sets at Newtone Studio.
...
There is one scene of which I was particularly proud in this film. M.S. had beautiful large eyes, and I wanted to highlight them during one of her songs. I used a special lighting with equipment that I’d brought with me from the U.S. and isolated the area of her eyes with two ‘gobos’ – one at the top of her eyes and one underneath – and feathered the edges of the gobos by putting a diffusion screen on the top and bottom edges to soften them. The final cut showed only the close-up of her eyes, which filled the screen. It was a beautiful effect.
...
Notwithstanding her worldwide name and fame as a musical genius, M.S.’s personal life has always been a very simple one. She is unaffected by her celebrity status and international renown and is of almost childlike innocence and naivete.
...
Since she was always surrounded by musicians in her home rehearsing songs for a recital somewhere, I had to literally wait my turn to conduct film rehearsals. She was quite a busy lady and a lovable one..."
The vcd of Meera (Tamil, approximately 111 minutes only) has recently been released by Movie Land - MLVCD-0093. The Internet Movie Database reports 136 minutes runtime!!
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Tuesday, January 04, 2005
An Ignominious Question
Sunday, January 02, 2005
A Deceptive Blue
Photo courtesy: Lin Pei
.....Some hope to people in despair
.....Some happiness to people who suffer
.....Some insights to many who still live on this Earth
(In memory of the victims of Indian Ocean Tsunami on December 26, 2004)
Saturday, January 01, 2005
kaiviLakku - கைவிளக்கு
மெய்ஞ்ஞான மெய்விளக்கின் பின்னேபோய்
மெய் காண்பது எந்நாளோ?
- தாயுமானவர்
kaiviLakkin pinnEpOyk kANbArpOl
meynjnjAna meyviLakkin pinnEpOy
mey kANbathu ennALO?
- thAyumAnavar
It was completely dark. It was a night in some forest. I did not know whether my eyes were open or not. How does it matter when all you see is pitch-black? Suddenly I saw a spark somewhere very far. It was very far indeed. I believed someone was walking with a hand-lamp. I thought he must be knowing how to traverse this forest. With a lamp in hand, he did not seem to have any problem. He vanished after few minutes.
Who would show me the light? I was moving here and there in that darkness. Hitting the trees. Stamping on thorns. Getting hurt. Feeling the 'getting lost forever' emotion. Who would show me the way?
Did I hear someone saying "I will show" ? I was then scared. I immediately started singing my favourite song loudly to cast off any fear from showing up too much.
Did I hear "Why are you singing out of fear? I have now come." ?
This was getting too much. I stopped walking and looked around. Someone seemed to be standing behind me at a distance. Was it my illusion? How could I see in this dense night? I then noticed she was holding something behind her shoulder. A small cone of light was seen behind her.
She said with lots of grace and care, "Hold this hand (kai) lamp (viLakku). I know the way out. We will move out of this forest".
I walked holding the lamp. She also had one. In a way, we followed the lamp. How could it be useful if we walk in front of it? To see (kAnbathu) the way, we have to walk behind (pinnepOy) the lamp. After few hours of walking, we came out of the forest. Safely reached...
I am now sitting in my home; my place - a familiar place. But Is this familiar? This city is also like a forest. Why city? This life is also like a forest. We are quite confused at times. We are very assured at other times. We do not know what to do. Or we think we know what to do. There are moments of joy, happiness, and peace. There are problems too. Problems at home. Problems at office. Problems with colleagues. Problems with family.
Who will show me the light? Who will show me the way? I yearn for the wisdom (meynjnjAnam). The real truth (mey) behind this Life. I long for that feeling of "always acting rightly and wisely with a good heart".
Who will show me the light of wisdom (meyviLakku)?
Who will show me the path?
Is there anyone whom I could follow?
(meyviLakku can also mean Guru, an Enlightened Soul. pinnepOy also means 'to follow'.)
When will I see "It" ? Wisdom. Truth. Reality.
When will that day come? (ennALO)
(Song by Thayumanavar, Transliteration and English Notes by Shencottah)