Wolf-whistling for the villains!

I am not just bad. I am evil.
This happened to be the WhatsApp statuses of many of my friends after the film Thani Oruvan released. 
The statement is a line uttered by the antagonist of the film and many of my friends who watched the film, fell madly in love with the antagonist - a rich and intelligent scientist who is driven by greed and who does not give a second's thought to go down the illegal path to monetize the medical world. 
What's not to like in such a character?!

After the release of the film Jigarthanda, almost every person who had watched it wanted to go on and on about only one character - Assault Sethu - the antagonist. 
This, in a film with 26 primary and secondary characters as per the Wikipedia 'Cast' list.
Why so much adoration for a Madurai gangster who does not bat an eyelid for killing one of his own men?
He's ruthless. He's merciless. He's conscienceless.
What's not to like in such a character?! 

Would there be a person who had watched The Dark Knight and did not like the Joker?!
Heath Ledger's performance was spellbinding. Agreed.
But was it the only reason we fell in love with the Joker?!

The recently released Suicide Squad trailer has managed to garner 33.5 million views in about 2 weeks.
Letting the Bohemian Rhapsody play in the background was a genius touch. Agreed. 
But was it the only reason we fell in love with the trailer?!
Speaking about trailers, lets take the Deadpool trailer for instance. 
How great it is to see a superhero who is as irresponsible as a toddler instead of getting to hear him/her ramble about virtues and principles like a school teacher!
With great power comes great irresponsibility - How cool a tagline!
Speaking about superheroes, why has the The Avengers duology been so huge a success?!
Let's consider the 3 most liked characters of the Avengers assemble. 
Iron Man - Egomaniac and Playboy.
Hulk - Anger Management issues.
Black Widow - Manipulation expert. 
How many of us really drool over Captain America who is a personification of goodness?! 
It is fascinating to see a man turn into a monster rather than seeing a man hold up a shield, isn't it?!

Why have we fallen in love with Jack Sparrow?!
Why have we fallen in love with Hans Landa?!
Why have we fallen in love with Hannibal Lecter?!
Why have we fallen in love with Darth Vader?!
Why have we fallen in love with Walter White?!
Why have we fallen in love with Gregory House?!

Why have we always loved heist films?!
Why have we always loved gangster films?!

Why has the casting of an antagonist attained considerable importance of late?!
A villain is no more a mere foil to the hero. 
Most of the villain characters are more sophisticated than the heroes'. 
Do the filmmakers feel that the audience likes to see a powerful villain more than a powerful hero?!

How do we find the answers to all the above questions?!
I could write a paragraph on narcissism. I could write a paragraph on capitalism. I could write a paragraph wondering if the admiration for villains is a result of various thoughts locked up in a corner like the old Golu dolls locked up in many Tamil houses for most part of the year.
But why go to so much trouble?!
The next time you come across a really fascinating antagonist in a film, fall in love with him/her and allow yourself some guilty pleasure.
But when you come across a really noble protagonist and after a point, in the film, if you cannot tolerate his/her sacrifices and magnanimous deeds any further and you feel like slapping your forehead and saying, "No person can be this good!", try closing your eyes and recalling the questions above.
You might not end up with all the answers.
But you would definitely end up uncovering a few Golu dolls.

Mini tiffin & Mini celebrations

When you walk on a dimly lit road after a nearly 12-hour 'work' day, a lot of thoughts fight for attention in your head. Even if the beautiful 'Tum Saath ho..'  from the film Tamasha is playing through your headphones. 
Thoughts about an article read in the morning. Thoughts about Deepika Padukone. Thoughts about the people who work all night to lay new roads. Thoughts about the client feedback for the day's work that would reach the inbox the next morning. Thoughts about dinner. 
Unfortunately, the last thought process almost always emerges the winner in grabbing attention. It has a loyal accomplice in the form of a grumble from the stomach which then sets in motion a recollection of all the vegetables and raw material available at the flat for cooking. 

Standing with the head bowed down in respect to the induction stove, allowing the fingers to play with mustard seeds/cumin seeds/turmeric powder/chilly powder/salt and adding the wrong ingredient in the wrong proportion, letting the hand holding a ladle to exhibit a hurried hula hoop dance to ensure that the dish does not get over-fried, thinking of every possible way to make the dish eatable when it goes awfully wrong (adding sugar to an over-fried dish helps!) - Only a bachelor setting out on a 'cooking' journey can testify to the strange joy such a process provides. 
Also, only the same bachelor can testify to the extremely large handful that every flatmate takes out of a dish (prepared for a single person) with the help of a very simple statement - "Chumma oru vaai taste thaane da paakren...". 
If you prepare a dish for yourself in a flat with 6 other flatmates, you will be the only person really 'tasting' the dish with a small handful of it. All others would be busy burping. 

Such a thought is never encouraging. 
Especially when you see a bright light at the end of the dimly lit road - the light originating from a popular and good South Indian restaurant. 
Finding a good South Indian restaurant in Bangalore is similar to finding an Indian engineering student who took up engineering because he/she happily wanted to. 

After you step into the restaurant, it would not be your mistake if you first notice the less-in-hunger-more-in-love couples seated all across the place. 
They would be seated so close to each other that you would want to snap a photograph and send it to the 'Fevicol' manufacturers asking them to add a simple tagline - Inaithidume Idhayangalai - before putting it up on a billboard. 

But to be honest, one does not really feel bad about not being in a relationship when the stomach is creating its own symphony.
Hunger is a good companion that way.

Idly, Dosa, Pongal, Vada - For some reason, choosing between these seems very difficult in comparison to choosing between a roti and a paratha and a naan. 
The Idly is as soft as a newborn's tummy. The Dosa is as thin as a butterfly's wing. The Pongal always is a little island floating in ghee. The Vada is so crispy that crunching it would wake up a corpse.
How do you choose?
It is never as easy as selecting a shirt in a textile shop.
And hence is available an option - Mini tiffin. 
You get an Idly. You get a mini Dosa. You get a mini Vada. And a spoonful of Pongal that would leave even a crow hungry. 
But why complain?! 
Getting a cup of sambhar with these that does not contain coconut or is not sweet is in itself a blessing. 
The sambhar served in the hotels of Karnataka have actually made me despise sweets.

But why go through such a word-struggle for a simple and heavenly mini tiffin?!
Well, it's not just about food. It never is.
After I finished eating, after I finished observing how one of the waiters kept looking longingly at a kaju kathli placed in the opposite counter, I washed my hands and walked out of the restaurant. 
As I stepped out, I saw a girl of about 8-10 years of age walking towards the restaurant with her mother. There was a wide smile pasted over the girl's face and her face was gleaming so much that she could be mistook in a Tamil horror film for being possessed by a spirit. 

I watched the mother- daughter pair. 
They stopped outside the restaurant. The daughter chuckled. The mother smiled. "Are we really eating here?!" - the daughter asked. The mother nodded. The daughter grabbed her mother's hand and swinging it wildly, she entered the restaurant. 
The restaurant did not just mean food for the girl. It was a celebration.

I couldn't help remembering my jubilant march, as a kid, every time my mother took me to a restaurant. 
I wondered why the celebration had departed me. 
The list of reasons that popped up in my head seemed lengthier than the Quality Checklists I prepare at office. 
Perhaps I needed to prepare a Quality Checklist for my life. 
The little things were getting missed. 
The very little things that make a life richer. The very little things so important in the grand scheme.

A dawn dilemma..

Waking up to embrace nature in its true undisturbed form is a blessing.
For some reason, many of my friends take pride in stating that they have been a witness to just a handful of sunrises in their lifetime. Oversleeping seems to be a honorary badge they are proud of wearing.
I feel compelled, at times, to explain the beauty of a newly born morning to them. 
But waking up before the sun comes out, walking a few miles to find a landscape untampered by cement and gravel and losing oneself to the human-less silence is a bliss better left to be described by Wordsworth and Walden.

In the midst of such experiences, there always exists an inner conflict - Should I capture the moment or just be in it?!

The soul wants to just be. 

The ego wants to create an evidence. 

There are days when the soul wins and there are days when the winner is the ego.

I try hard to control the outcome.

But the alternating victories seem necessary.

The artist needs the human and the human needs the artist.

Some brainy blah blah...

It happened to me on the first day of my college
It happened to me on the last day of my college
It happened to me the moment I realized I had fallen in love
It happened to me the day I came across an old woman, asking for alms, with a close resemblance to my grandmother
It happened to me the moment I told my mom that I had been recruited by a reputed organization
It happens to me every time I think of raising my camera to my eye in a crowded street
It happens to me every time a new thought takes birth

The stomach feels empty when in truth it is stuffed
The heart seems to be missing its rhythm when in truth it is throbbing in tune
The vision becomes blurry when in truth the pupil is dilated
The brain goes blank when in truth the neurons are hyperactive
The hand starts trembling when in truth the fist is clenched

I try to think about all such moments
They appear surprisingly similar yet they are starkly different
Joy. Pain. Fear.
They are miles apart in the emotional spectrum
Yet they seem as closely bonded as a community in rural India

I remain bewitched by the workings of the human brain
By its simplistic sophistication, by its mechanical magic
By the way it makes a person crack a joke
By the way it brings about a spontaneous comical response to a totally new situation
My friend once asked me the first thing I would say after a girl kissed me on the lips
I replied after a couple of seconds - "Ünga toothpaste la uppu irukka?!"
Sarcasm intended, but how did the response crop up so spontaneously?!
How do you crack jokes so well?
How does your friend crack jokes so well?
Next time, have a hearty laugh. And follow it up with some thought.
Wonder how the brain is such a good humorist
Wonder how the brain has a template in place to process the emotions
Wonder if the brain has an amazing brain of its own
Wonder how you wonder.

P.S.: I have been left wondering how my brain came up with the thought of 'A brain having its own brain'.