THE MADRAS I LOVE
I had always been proud in saying I’m from ‘Madras’. The only referral the whole of India gave to anyone from south till very recent time. Though being one of the 4 metros my city was happy to be more conservative than the rest. When we were criticized for less Hindi language acquaintance, we stood out in computer languages. We religiously followed the seating allocations in public transport. Even a sick person would vacate a lady’s seat if one lady enters the bus. This was the Madras in which I lived. But times have changed the city has grown much big in size , we chose the Tamil name for our city but forgot Tamil values.
Nungambakkam – a close to my heart railway station in the cities local line. I have played along with my cousins in those platforms during my childhood. The most lively thriving station. A girl laid dead with gruesome injuries for 3 hrs in that platform. The dead was a girl or boy I won’t get into that, but a life laid struggling and people around went on with their routines. Even crows gather in number to help or at least console an injured crow. Have we gone so insane?
A thought the other way, maybe everyone would have expected a hero like in kollywood to emerge from nowhere and carry the bleeding in his arms faster than the trains and save. Yes this must have been the thought of many over there as we are much inclined to movies than our society.
Ours is a society which was groomed by writers and artists, whether it be freedom struggle or be social reforms, theatre had a lead role in that. Even our Rulers had been artists since half a decade.So we are used to expect super heros to do everything for us. We follow the celluloid than most of the other societies. Hence the industry has got much more responsibility towards the society.They should stop gratifying violence. A rogue, violent, less literate hero is always being loved by a pretty rich young girl at times even by two. A hero always chases a girl and makes her love him. In other words she succumbs to his masculine approaches. But when these stunts are applied in real life permutations and combinations get messed up and end up in dirty climax.
Another thought the other way when a boy romances more than one girl he is cradled as a Playboy and most of the time is being let off for his mischiefs. Then why such wild cry if a girl tends to be a play girl, “why should boys have all fun”. Any way my city is growing big. We are getting civilized now we have also started killing poor pedestrians with luxury cars. Mumbai and Delhi hold we are joining your club.
But as a true Madraskaran I want my old conservative madras back, where everyone is called ‘Sir’ and every household lives in harmony. If , thought to be extinct sparrows can come back even my city could be retrieved
Hareesh Aravindakshan.
A thought the other way round
I had always been proud in saying I’m from ‘Madras’. The only referral the whole of India gave to anyone from south till very recent time. Though being one of the 4 metros my city was happy to be more conservative than the rest. When we were criticized for less Hindi language acquaintance, we stood out in computer languages. We religiously followed the seating allocations in public transport. Even a sick person would vacate a lady’s seat if one lady enters the bus. This was the Madras in which I lived. But times have changed the city has grown much big in size , we chose the Tamil name for our city but forgot Tamil values.
Nungambakkam – a close to my heart railway station in the cities local line. I have played along with my cousins in those platforms during my childhood. The most lively thriving station. A girl laid dead with gruesome injuries for 3 hrs in that platform. The dead was a girl or boy I won’t get into that, but a life laid struggling and people around went on with their routines. Even crows gather in number to help or at least console an injured crow. Have we gone so insane?
A thought the other way, maybe everyone would have expected a hero like in kollywood to emerge from nowhere and carry the bleeding in his arms faster than the trains and save. Yes this must have been the thought of many over there as we are much inclined to movies than our society.
Ours is a society which was groomed by writers and artists, whether it be freedom struggle or be social reforms, theatre had a lead role in that. Even our Rulers had been artists since half a decade.So we are used to expect super heros to do everything for us. We follow the celluloid than most of the other societies. Hence the industry has got much more responsibility towards the society.They should stop gratifying violence. A rogue, violent, less literate hero is always being loved by a pretty rich young girl at times even by two. A hero always chases a girl and makes her love him. In other words she succumbs to his masculine approaches. But when these stunts are applied in real life permutations and combinations get messed up and end up in dirty climax.
Another thought the other way when a boy romances more than one girl he is cradled as a Playboy and most of the time is being let off for his mischiefs. Then why such wild cry if a girl tends to be a play girl, “why should boys have all fun”. Any way my city is growing big. We are getting civilized now we have also started killing poor pedestrians with luxury cars. Mumbai and Delhi hold we are joining your club.
But as a true Madraskaran I want my old conservative madras back, where everyone is called ‘Sir’ and every household lives in harmony. If , thought to be extinct sparrows can come back even my city could be retrieved
Hareesh Aravindakshan.
A thought the other way round
