Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Dear Superstar 3 - End part


Disclaimer - This is a work of fiction.

Continued from Part 1, Part 2

I decided that Neela should die. Before I left for my home at Adyar , I called Manikam , a  popular rowdy in Madras city known for his atrocities and crime. I asked him to kill Neela on Thursday 17th October , one day before my  birthday. I paid him a lump sum to get Neela killed. 
 
It was 18th October.  1998 ,the year I turned Fifty, it was celebrated as a major festival in Tamil Nadu.The same day my 300th Tamil movie was  to be released. I came out of the Cinema hall which was festooned with lights and balloon. My red carpet entry graced the Premier of  "Morradan,". It was a big day for me as  my other film "Veera Kaalai" was declared as a blockbuster hit. I was jubilant after I got the good news. My wife Rajatha and daughter Hema accompanied me for the premier show.  
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Thursday, July 26, 2012

That Moment!

Disclaimer - This is a work of fiction

The 7 am alarm boomed violently as the morning sun peeped in through my window to welcome me to a new day. Finally I woke up as my eyes remained partially opened. I rubbed my eyes as I stood near the window to observe the young morning sky which displayed a wide gamut of colors ranging from Red to Orange. It was then I realized that I failed to bid adieu to the stars and the moons which I loved watching every night. They surely must have been disappointed. My hair was mussed up as I had messed it up.

"Gudiya Bitya!,”  I looked behind to the  sight of a man , strong and tall. It was my dearest Papa, whom I loved more than anyone in this world. He had a broad shoulder and a perfect physique. The one thing which I disliked about my Papa was that he never cared for himself. The rugged look of his face only made him look old although he was a middle aged man. The stubble on his face would remind you of some Bollywood action hero of the 70's era.

"Papa..," I smiled and hugged him. He kissed me on my soft pink cheeks."Common, brush your teeth," He asked me.
"Hurry up," He said as I quickly rushed towards the bathroom. I got myself ready and wore my brand new favourite frock which Papa bought me weeks ago.  He neatly oiled my hair and combed it. 

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Mombai Magic - India steamed on your plate!

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 Disclaimer - This is my first food post .Would love to know your valuable feedbacks .

India is a land of cultural delight. Here at every 15 Kms, culture changes, so does language and many others. From Kashmir to Kanyakumari, Rajasthan to Assam and seven beautiful states of North east, what binds most of the Indians together is food.Here in fusion food today we aim to combine that cultural diversity of India and bring forth a dish which is like NEWS. Yup North, East, West and South. A wonderful combination and amalgamation of flavors across all the corners of India

 IBL’s wonderful Foodie contest has put my culinary skills at test. Offcourse what could be better than to try out a fusion dish. So I decided to make something unique. I made Theplas (inspired by Gujarat-West), filled it up with paneer-corn bhurji (A north Indian delicacy), shaped it and fried/steamed it like momos (Dumplings from East) and served it with finger-licking wholesome coconut and Pudhina chutney (a south Indian speciality).

Ah! So there you have a perfect fusion dish: Mombai Magic– India steamed on your plate. It is not just easy to make but also yummyliciously divine. Try it and experience bliss. 



To make this  recipe, we need-
Ingredients
Core Ingredients: Paneer (Cottage cheese ), Sweet Corn (boiled), Methi Leaves, Gram Flour (Chickpea) & Flour
Saute: Garlic & Ginger (chopped), Tomatoes (chopped), Green Chillies, Oil
Spices: Salt (as per taste), Red Chilly powder, Turmeric powder, Ajwain, Garam masala
For coconut chutney: Pudhina & Coriander leaves, Chana dal, green chillies & Salt

Friday, July 06, 2012

Dear Superstar 2


 Disclaimer - This is a work of fiction.
Continued from Part 1.

 
'Levo'  was one of the famous  Denim brands during the 90's .I was appointed as the brand ambassador of their product and I had once promised to do an ad film for their product. It was during the shoot of the 'levo' ad that I met Neela, the model. It was her first shoot and she had to drool over me. I tell you that it was not soothing to do such an ad film with someone who is  not even half of your age. She stood next to me and looked into my eyes. She possessed a  charishma  and magic which differentiated her from the other girls. The haughty nose, heavily furrowed eyebrows and her intensely seductive lips drew me towards her. I was visibily attracted to her. We met for a coffee and since then we started meeting quite frequently.

  She claimed to be my diehard fan who never missed any of my movies. We were having a secret relationship which was concealed from the outside world. Even my wife never knew about my secret affair with the model. But she stopped reacting and talking to me after she learned about the womanizer in me. I  admit that I had chanced upon several girls who came knocking to my door for a ticket to Kollywood. It  was during the year  1998  when I gave her the keys of my Mylapore Bungalow. The same Mylapore Bungalow which was spacious, adorned with Florentine Mosaics and Italian marbles. It had 4 huge balconies and since it was confined to the outskirts of the main city it was safe for me too. I gave her all that she wanted. She starting loving me more and more.  Her intense love and admiration gave me the strength to tackle things and harsh realities of life. By now , Rajatha had stopped talking to me. We lived together but our life was no different than a silent movie. I started visiting Neela quite often. The frequency of our meets increased and so did the intensity of her love and possessiveness towards me. My  daughter  Hema by then had turned 16 and Neela was just 2 years older to her.

One day , like usual I went to the Mylapore Bungalow where I saw Neela waiting for me inside the bedroom. When I went to the bedroom, refreshed  I saw Neela sleeping lying sideways across the bed with her legs sprawled. I lied next to her to rumple her hair which was mussed up. She woke abruptly as I carressed her hair. I held her fingers with red nail paints. I kissed her on her lips. I undressed her and we made love once again. I felt the sudden gush of blood circulating through her veins and her heart beats. I tell you that the scent of a woman is the most deceiving thing in the universe. It entices you to do bad things.
"I can never tell how much I love you Ravi," She told me as she looked deep into my eyes. Her eyes,deep and dark only made me want to kiss her more . Her eyes invited me and I kissed her once again. 

"I know you have a wonderful wife and a beautiful daughter but I am possessive about you. I can't let you go from my life," She said as she closed her eyes.
"You have given me the love of my life and you are my hero. You are my dearest Superstar Ravikant," She held me tight. 

"I am going to announce the world on your 50th birthday about our relationship. I tell you it would be the special day of my life. I want to give you the ultimate gift of your life," She said dizzy in her thoughts. I was bewildered as she spoke each word .
"No matter what ..I will tell everyone  about us," She winked.

"Even you can't stop me O Superstar," She decided to blab about our relationship to the entire city.
"I...,"
"Laaaa....aaaveeeee,"  she paused. “you Ravi," She said and slept. 

We both were lying naked on the bed. Her words rang onto my ears and each and every word told by her  flashed into my mind. "How will the world treat me if she reveals about our relationship on my 50th birthday?"."People admire me like crazy in this city and what if I let them down?".”I have a wonderful wife and a beautiful daughter. What will my daughter Hema think of me if she comes to know that I had a slept with a woman just 2 years elder to her?". There were many unanswered questions which bothered me and the thought of Hema bothered me the most.  I soon went on the take the biggest decision of my life.


-to be continued..

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Wednesday, July 04, 2012

Dear Superstar 1


Disclaimer - This is a work of fiction 
 
"Dada...can I call u by this name?," A little girl of 6 came running towards me as I entered my house. She resembled her mother.
"Appa...meet Akhila your loving granddaughter," My daugher Hema introduced me to Akhila whom I was meeting for the first time ever since her birth. Having spent  14 long years in prison ,I have realized that life had been too harsh on me for I even failed to recognize my own  kith and kin.

"Yes dear...I am your dada. You never knew how delighted I am to see you and hold you my dear," I took her in my laps and kissed on her soft tender cheeks. She soon left for school and we never met until dinner. The night was still young yet everyone at home was fast asleep. I lolled on the couch near the window peeping outside admiring the scenic beauty and vastness of the night sky. It had been long since I sat like this in complete silence. Those were the days of fame when I was at my career peak. The house which I lived for 30 years failed to embrace me. All because of a fateful day.  The day I got linked to a murder case. 

There was few minutes of silence as I lied on the couch introspecting where things went wrong . "Dadaaa..," My granddaughter sat next to me. "How was school today?," I gently asked her, ruffling her thick dark curls.
"school isn't fun," She complained. 

"Where were you all these days dada?," I saw a glimpse of innocence reflecting in her shiny eyes as she uttered these words.
"I was outside the town lovely," I said as she sat on my lap. "Why didn't you come to meet me even once?," She said, her eyes turned moist with tears.
"Oh lovely ,don't cry...now that I'm back ..I promise I will be with your forever," I wiped the tears rolling on her cheeks with a napkin.
"But you know..some of my friends mock me saying you were sentenced to jail," She said making a puppy face.

"And you murdered someone ...," She continued.
"Is it true?," She questioned me something I was well prepared to answer.
"Oh dearie. Its time to sleep. you have to wake up early tomorrow ," I said to her. "No Dada..you are going to tell me else I will not talk to you ," She was visibly a defiant kid. All my attempts to refrain from this topic seemed futile. "Ok I will tell you..but before that you need to make a promise. I opened my palm to make the gesture.
“promise me you will never ever say this to anyone," I asked her.
"Ok ..I will not tell anyone.. not even Amma,"  She immediately held my hand and smiled.

I took a deep breath and began…

"You might be unaware that I was a reigning superstar of Tamil Cinema during the 80's and the 90's era. I had a huge fan following. People especially youngsters were crazy behind me and would perform religious rituals every time my movie released. That time I considered myself lucky for I had great people around me who appreciated and encouraged me with their constant support. They loved me and even put me next to their God," I smiled as the word made my nostalgic.
Little Akhila’s gaze was fixed upon my eyes as I told her my story. I believed that she found it intriguing. "Wow..I'm sure you must be having many female fans as well," She laughed.

"oh yes” I laughed at her question. “An ensemble of females gathered outside our house just outside that verandah whenever my new film released," I pointed my index finger towards the verandah. 

"They would come with garlands and flower bouquets to wish me and catch a glimpse of their hero," I continued.
"I would address them from the balcony ,"
"Amazing! How lucky a person you were dada," She said as she reclined on the sofa resting her head upon my shoulder.

 "I met your grandmother at the set of  'Veera Paandi' where she was casted opposite me. I tell you that it was love at the first sight," I smiled at my granddaughter who by then showed signs of sleep.  I carried her to the bedroom where her mother and father slept. 

I married 'Rajatha' ,the reigning queen of Tamil Cinema of the 70’s on 19th September ,1981 . The very next year she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. The birth of the new born showered much more luck upon me and I reached a zenith of my career in the next 5 years with every movie being a hit. During that decade I won several accolades and many filmfares and National awards. Rajatha and I lived happily along with our daughter Hema. It would be foolish, infact too foolish to say that I never loved my family. I looked after them and Rajatha stopped doing  films after Hema was born. She transformed herself into a perfect housewife taking care of me and our daughter.

 ( to be continued ...)

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