1979 was a landmark for me. In my mid-teens, I viewed fifty movies in theatres that year. It was a ‘record’ that I reached by watching five in the last five days of Dec. I can recall every movie and even the date I saw it, which was often the first day. The point I am trying to prove is I am a true ‘Citizen’ of TN alias Tinselnadu.
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The idea is not to ignore the feelings of mothers or belittle their role. The pangs, pleasures and pains that parenting presents are shared. This is just a male perspective of a father’s relationship with daughters. Call it a personal point of view.
Three weeks of self-imposed abstinance from an addiction, which is what this space of ‘mine’ is to me, was most painful. Nothing hurts a regular writer, be he mediocre or even of meagre merit, than not being able to write. And worse is the frightening prospect of frequent relapses.
Now that it’s all done and dusted at the hustings, the time is ripe for a threadbare analysis of the recent TN polls. There is something very important I wanted to comment on right at the outset, but well, I have forgotten what. I am sure I will remember during the course of my very discerning albeit disjointed observations that follow.
It is a tough election for voters. A mundane multi-cornered contest has mingled with a mind-numbing multi-media slug-fest. A light vein is needed to take the ongoing de’mock’ratic tamasha seriously. Small wonder comedians and caricatures are invoked more than Kamaraj, Anna or MGR. But vote, we must!
This being poll time, April 1 was not just all fools day but heralded a full fooling season. All through this month and a good part of next, we are condemned to remain helpless fools as rambling politicos and a range of parties get into rabble-rousing mode. A few random samples from their manifestos and many speeches would reflect the extent they treat voters as suckers. And mind you, all are pretty serious about their stupidity.
Let us face the truth squarely, rather, triangularly. The three main contestants to the CM post are visibly sick. The incumbent has to be propped every few paces, her opponent needs to be pushed around and the third can’t do without a prompter/ interpreter. But first, is it right to discuss a sensitive, private matter as health?
The main Dravidian parties may be many things. But they are certainly not ancient or outdated.
No doubt, K, now seven short of century, has been alternating as CM since when I was five and looms as a prospect into my fifty. Stalin, sixty plus, with forty- five odd years of politics behind him is still a youthful aspirant. J became CM a year before my daughter was born and she, J at 67 is front runner (?) as she, my daughter, not J, is well into her PG.
I feel all tipsy. No, I did not visit the spiritual, pardon, spirited tourist spots of our towns here, namely, Tasmac. Blame it rather on the topsy-turvy twists and turns of TN’s tinsel politics. Now if your head doesn’t spin at the tamashas in this theater, then it is your sobriety that is in doubt. A normal person should feel tipsy. Here’s how.