Legend in his own way - Shri.NAGESH

Awesome performance. Wonderful timing sense. Beautiful dialogue delivery

These are the words uttered usually when u describe an artist and especially when u describe an actor of great calibre like NAGESH. But i dont know the meaning of any of those written above. Those are cine-circle languages.

One thing i would know for sure is I love this man from my childhood. Simply i just cannot take my eyes of him when he is in the screen. It doesn't matter to me with which hero he plays or what role he plays. He is at ease in all the characters he play.

Yesterday, I happened to see SERVER SUNDARAM in SUN TV. God!!!!!!!!! Incredible he is. No other person could have played it so easily. Somehow I get attracted to the character he plays. It can either be a comedian, hero or character role or the role with negative shades.

I just love all of his films but the one that comes to my mind right now - Ethirneechel, Bama vijayam, Iru kodugal, server sundaram, Galatta kalyanam. The list is not exhaustive though i dont remember the names exactly.

And not to forget the screenplay of those days. They are picture perfect and dont loosely hung with loopholes. To be more specific i was dumbstruck seeing the movie SERVER SUNDARAM and the way each scene was dealt. There was clearly a thread woven for each and every scene.

Example from the movie

Nagesh's friend takes him to a production company for the chance. There when everyone teases he suddenly goes wild and acts mad. Then they realise that it was part of acting and praise him. One of the producer gives him advance for his next movie and when the other offers him , he cooly walks off asking him to meet him at his home.

If it was today's movie the scene would abruptly end there as if it was an hilarious scene. But when u look in the movie, the next scene begins like this....

Nagesh would be praying god to give him level-minded head so that he remains as he is now.At that time the friend comes home and would complain him of his behaviour towards the end at the production house. And the way he adjusted everything with the producer.

This sequence was utilised optimally for the next incident to follow.

Now, coming back to nagesh. I just can't stop raving about him even if he plays the bad guy in the movies like " Apoorva Sahodarargal, Cheran pandian and so".

His talent is not aptly recognised and not to mention about the awards.....

Even my kid rejoices his movies...............

I think that is the award which he has won.

Samaiyal

Man.......... Look at the transformation. Is this the girl who knew nothing but only to prepare buttermilk that too with loads of salt?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before marriage

I have given lots of anxious moments to my grandmother in the kitchen. Though she complains that i never would do things on my own she actually never gave any chance. i was the apple of her eye.

1. I would actually wonder how these ladies are boiling milk and how they would know that it had come to the saturation point. This was mainly because my grandmother was using the "pal cooker" and it would give the whistle sound - an old model in which we have to pour water removing the cover of the whistle. Then she would ask me to reduce the flame. I would wonder how does on earth she knows when to switch it off. but would never dare to ask her because then if i was to learn it means i have to do and give it a try. Kitchen was a place for me to take my plate and wash my hands.

2. Then the next best thing was the rice. She had a small paaththiram in which she would cook 1 cup of rice for both of us. Actually this sort of samaiyal was only after the death of my grandpa. Previously it was a joint family and the samaiyal on the whole would be for not less than 20 people per session. This excludes the number of the guests which my uncle, grandpa and i would bring very often without notice.

One day all of a sudden she was sick and was hospitalised. Then after recovery she didnt want to be a burden for her daughter-in-laws who gave rasam and rice for 3 days. so she asked me to keep the rice in the cooker. She gave me all the instructions properly but not the most important one.

Bang.................... went the cooker touching the ceiling and missing me by few seconds. I was asked several questions but i replied everything with utmost confidence.

Atlast we discovered that i hadnot kept water in the cooker for the vessel to float????????????????????????????



After marriage

Now I can prepare a whole of feast even for a gathering of 10 -20 people. Thanks to LIFCO samaiyal puthagam and not to leave the internet.

She is dumbstuck with my transformation and lavishly praises to all my relatives about my culinary skills though not even once she admitted it to me.

This time the kara adai and the vella adai was perfect to the T. And i would give full 10/10. But the rava kesari was a tragedy this time.

Though my hubby never complains he enthusiastically would go a bit farther by eating and relishes each and every dish i make.

Though i can cook all items with little help from cook book my trademark is

1. Filter coffee
2. Samabar - both ordinary and arachuvittathu
3. Paruppu usili
4. Potato fry
5. vetha kuzhambu
6. Not the least payasam

Always this would be my menu if someone comes to my house. So if anyone is to visit my home my in-laws are so sure of the menu that they would surprise the guests with the name of the items served.

I have taken a oath to change the menu atleast for the next get-to-together.

Gooseberry alais nellikkai

The very word Gooseberry alais "nellikkai " in tamil kindled all my childhood memories not to be mentioned rather sweet ones.
The other day i was teachin my pre-school kid all the fruits both orally as well visually through CD ROM of fruit rhymes. Rather i should say i was educating myself all the english acronyms of the fruits which i hadn't heard of.
Fine, now back to our topic. We moved to our new house which is surrounded by whole bunch of trees which includes mango, gooseberry , guava, plantain and not to leave behind cocunut.
My kid was asking the name of the trees and i was very ashamed to tell him those rather lettin him to discover on his own. Then, there aroused my memories of how independent i was and playful which is very much not at all provided to this generation kids.

I grew up in the locality of independent houses where the apartments were not so much heard of though in the heart of the city that too near the shopping paradise of T.Nagar. We, the children would never be at home in the evenings and should i mention anything about the holidays? There was one this house a not so huge one but well surrounded by trees of which the nellikkai maram would occupy considerable space. The inmates of the house were so sweet that they would never close their gate and would never mind us play there. We would climb the trees and would have the nellikkai and play all sort of games over there which are not at all heard now-a-days.
We would sit on the tree and chat for hours together and u bet we wud get the salt and chilli mixture from the aunty of the house itself. All the boys and girls together would be around 10 and we would play ; paandi, dog and the bone , Nondi, help, lock and key, Thayam, pallankuzhi . All these games we would play with loud screams and laughter, and not even once that aunty had ever scolded us. She would also give us water to drink though our houses were the opposite ones.
I dont remember her face or name but we would address her as uthra aunty since there was a baby called uthra there.

Imagine now for putting my boy to sleep, i close all the windows, doors, and switch off my mobile and lower the volume of telephone.

HAS TIME CHANGED OR WE PEOPLE HAVE CHANGED.

Wish i would try being like uthra aunty.