Bhagaamathie!!!

And yezzzz ..I watched #Bhaagamathie..there was silence in FB, nothing said, no shoutouts about the movie..why?! It wasn't as good as Chandramukhi or Arunthathi or any other female led movies? No catchy songs?! Not enough fear?!

If people are just gonna say "I think it is as same as Arunthathi or Chandramukh" or "Anushka is acting and must be good kot cause she is good"...well, lemme give a piece of my thought on what I sincerely think about this movie...

How many have read or even for goodness sake heard of Agatha Christie or Stephen King or John Grisham or James Patterson or Anne Rice or J.R.R Tolkien or Lewis Caroll are?! The least I'm sure you know who J.K.Rowling is right? Well, just Google it my naive and gullible lot..

Well to me, the people mentioned above are the Gods and Goddessses of Imagination I grew up reading whose books were transformed into Magnus Opus movies!!!..I'm gonna say much about the director, G.Ashok rather than the movie cause the man who wrote and directed Baagamathie deserves to be called our next Indian version of another imagination god.."yaaru sar ninggeh...theivameh, my standing ovation to you sir 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏...

I mean, you just made me and my movie buddy, Nev Les' night splendid..BHAAGAMATHIE is all the WILDEST, PSYCHO-SUSPENCE, childlike IMAGINATION, CREATIVITY to the MAX and an EPIC PIECE Of ART and food for the thought  which is just too underrated, better said, A FEAST to the thought especially for a psycho-thriller-supernatural-horror-intelligence-sci-fi movie maniac like me..combining urban legend and socio-political revenge to narrate a delicious conspiracy ?! Wow, that takes the movie to just many great height!!!!! Are you by any chance a big fan of Agatha Christie or James Patteson, Mr. G.Ashok?! At least Scooby Doo?!!!

We as viewers were just tricked with a brilliant mind play and the last I experienced the same was when I watched Nicole Kidman starred psycho-horror 'The Others'...wouldn't want to be a spoiler to the many who had not watched Bhaagamathie and trust me..one hell of a mindboggling climax!!!!!

Really really want Anushkha Shetty, G.Ashok and Bagamathie to badge the best category award regional and nationwide..Indian cinematic world, please give us more and more geniuses like Maniratnam, G.Ashok, Atlee, Shankar, Krishnan, Bala, KBalanchander, Shridar, Bharathiraja in the future..the Indian entertainment world needs Perfectionists and Geniuses like them!!!!!

And to Nehru Buddyz, I can't rate the movie cause I'm doing more..I'm celebrating the movie!!!!!

A Directorial Genius, A Paradigm Shifter,Male Version of Jane Austen - Padma Shri K.Balachander

When I watched Aval Oru Thodarkathai@SunTv which is being aired as a tribute to the late K Balachander (who passed away a day before Christmas Eve 2014), it was more of a great lost to the Tamil movie industry whose directions I used to admire since I was small..

All his directions were ahead of his time and mostly with new ideology and out-of-the-box thought for us,the common society to ponder about especially on women's liberation and feminism, revolution of minorities in the society towards a healthy lifestyle by seeking happiness,i.e. remarriage of widows, love life between elders, survival of single woman and mum in a sadistic society and many more which sumtimes amazed me because all these untold stories would appear to be 'lain drp yang lain' to us and brought to our viewing for us to judge or to be exact, accepting the fact that life is complicating and you have to get on with it ..

Of many Iyakunar Sigaram's creations, movies that mesmerised me most were:

a)Aval Oru Thodarkathai(what an acting by Sujatha, simply excellent!!)

b) Iru Kodugal (inspired the concept of belittling a line without making changes to it by drawing another longer parallel line, some sort of alternative way to tackle an existing problem with no solution- man stuck between wife and ex-wife and how life has to go on)

c)Varumaiyin Neeram Sivappu (poverty vs ambition)

d)Sindhu Bhairavi (evergreen musical treat and awareness on assimilation/simplification of carnatic music to be accepted/comprehended by ppl from all walks of life)

e)Azhagan (a widower stuck in more than a love triangle-Madhubala and Banupriya acted so well)

f) Puthu Puthu Arthangal (a short retreat for a married man and woman from their dreadful marriage life)  
g)  Parthaley Paravasam (2nd opportunity for reunion of marriage between a divorced couple)

The best part I'm gonna miss most which can only be seen in KB's directions are the inception of new thought and ideology based on the inspiring poetry by the great Tamil poet,Mahakavi  Bharathiyar whose poems I started reading since small after realizing the impact of the poems conceptualised as super duper characters by Mr KB especially those super heroines whom we would wonder whether  such personalities do exist in real life or not?!..

Nobody could be the next KBALACHANDER for sure, maybe duplications of his idea which is a norm to this era but for me, his vision and idea in creating all those Magnum Opus will remain as the greatest contribution to the Tamil entertainment world cos I always saw him as not just a movie-maker but a directorial incarnation of Bharathiyar to the Tamil world and the male version of Jane Austen who popularized the greatness of womenhood..

Not to forget, KB will also be cherished for being the talent mill creating many great actors such as Kamal, Rajini, Suhasini,Saritha,Sujatha and Sri Priya..RIP KBalachander-ji,you are indeed a 'Kaviyathalaivan@Epic Hero'...

With lots of Luv,
Perpetual Helper

That One Best Shopaholic Moment-2015!!

Suprisingly, no doubt was sinfully commiting my usual new year celebration shopping, I noticed sumthing extraordinaire  during my shopping fiesta..

Almost ALL the sales people I met at all the various shops I went were sooo sweet to me which hardly happens - from the Padini lenchai who tried all his best to get me this light purple office shirt I liked so much to the Black Lab men's boutique sales guy and lady who without fail wanted to turn me into a K-Pop fashionista and convinced me to get a cool T-shirt on a 50% discounted price.

And then, the leather shop kak Indon who excitedly recommended this new men's clutch which she said I could be her face to promote her shop,Ceve since the pouch is a new arrival.

The Histyle guy who was presenting to me almost all the latest shoes which will be the next vogue of 2015 and even bid me adieu by wishing me for the new year.The Doc Martens' sales guy who greeted me well with a sincere smile (not that cold-shouldered air hostess smile k) and who in fact walked me through the evolution and innovation of how Dr Martens diverted from a safety boots maker to a trendy-punkish shoe brand which has been promoted by our very own Wak Doyok and even told me to try on but I mcm malu2 to pakai and lastly, this sweet watch promoting kakak at Jusco who was basically sweet talking the whole time when I was trying the watch and boy did she make me buy the watches?!..yes,she did!!! 

No doubt all these sweet souls were just doing the job given to them, it takes a big heart with luv for people, right attitude, good interpersonal skill and etiquette to provide a first class customer service cos there was one dungu among all these great ppl from High Cultured who just irritated me with his customer service yg lembap sangat(rasa wana ketuk him)..

It could be a late shopping than my usual 1st day of the new year shopping but am so satisfied with what I got and thanks to God for indirectly saying that it's gonna be a great year ahead and hoping for many good things to happen...

With lots of Luv,
PerpetualHelper

K Oh K!!!

I have officially changed  K from my never met phone buddy to my first psychiatric patient..Yes!! I have self-appointed myself as K’s shrink@psychiatrist since I realized that K tends to pour out K’s feelings and talks to me over K’s problems more than chatting with me as a normal phone buddy..The Unexpected Adventures of Sagaya and the Mysterious K had turned into a new chapter- The Ever Expected Adventures of Sagaya and Crazy K…

Whilst adapting and settling down in the tinsel town of Kampar- moving into a terrace house with extremely small bathroom which K explained on expecting  a normal sized bathroom any human could use but I had to pacify him (note the term ‘PACIFY’) that it would be a common sight in the aged old town of Kampar with old terrace houses and the rents are very much pleasing as well and  K being a Klang Valley-bred Indian used to rich, authentic Indian food and omnipotent restaurants had to ‘sacrifice’ K’s taste bud to austere and typical Chinese food in I assume should have one or two Indian stalls in a small Chinese dominated town that is very usual to a Perak-bred Indian guy like me (Teluk Intan had one pathetic Sarojini Restaurant while I was a kiddo and alternatively we had the famous mamak dishes from Gulam Rasul and Mastan Ghani which I have never set my foot before as the whole family were gleefully enjoying  any Chinese food you could name at any time-breakfast, lunch, dinner or even supper  when it comes to eating out and I had my experience of ‘cultural shock’ upon enrolling into UPM where my Klang Valley originated Indian buddies shy away from even a mere economical Chinese rice and adored Indian breakfast of thosai,idli, poori and bla bla bla which gave me nausea for almost a semester)..

Settling down is one thing for K but the biggest comical drama started at K’s workplace. K started job at the wrong time of the year-it’s the semester break and classes would only commence in Sept 2016 and our hyperactive friend, K was basically suffering from boredom sitting in a room as a lecturer who wasn’t lecturing and was walking up and down to the cafeteria to have the Chinese food K hates most (poor K, I’ve decided to comfort- note the term ‘COMFORT’ and had to call up my cousin sister whose hubby was from Kampar to find out whether there is any chance of getting home-cooked Indian food catered directly to K’s house)..Anyway, K has one university senior as business lecturer who had and could put up with K’s temperament to accompany K while at UTAR but only short while since the guy is married with one child and that makes K to come back to me to listen to his day-to-day stories..what happened today was extremely amusing to me-K was caught in a quiet embarrassing moment at K’s faculty car park..K presumed or it could have been real that K accidentally bumped into an awkward moment with his HOD of Pakistani origin and a Malaysian Indian lecturer at the parking lot..

K was ‘APPLYING LIP BALM’ and the two gentlemen had just parked at either the side or back of K’s car and they could have assumed that K was actually putting on make-up as in applying lipstick and that became a huge embarrassment to K and I had to start listening to my ‘patient’s’ grievances over the phone…The ‘therapy’ session started with K telling me in a very timid voice the whole ‘avumanam’ that befell K  and that K locked up into the office for almost an hour unable to withstand the ‘excruciating embarrassment of K’s lifetime’ and was self-mumbling on whether the two men would have seen the ‘after lunch fiesta’ in K’s car..K decided to consult me, “Dr.Sagaya” on the severity of the humility and K had also re-enacted the whole drama by going to the car and basically walked and peeked at the back of the car to check the possibilities of the ‘lipsie’ moment caught by the guys.. me, on the other hand was soothing –note the term ‘SOOTHING’ K by telling not to worry much and K’s should not feel totally down and feel suicidal about it ( I told K that no point of crying over spilt milk and it is not like K should grind ‘arali’ seed and commit suicide by consuming the ‘arali vethai’  since K was only applying lip balm and was not some Chanel 5 or Revlon or MAC lipstick or some Loreal eyeliner in the car)..

I even kind of suggested K to put a drama of accidentally dropping the lip balm in front of the Pakistani HOD the next time so that the guy would withdraw the whole bad impression on K, that K is not some ‘third gendered’ person trying to doll up and  having plans of seducing lecturers or students of UTAR..and then the whole ‘therapy’ diverted from K’s lip balm drama to pitying an elderly Indian lady janitor at K’s faculty who was sweeping under the scorching sun and how K sympathized the lady’s condition (how sweet)..and that, ladies and gentlemen, was how I handled my very first patient, K who feels some or rather relieved after the heart-to-heart, phone-to-phone session which I assume is my first ever psychological therapy to a needy soul such as K…

To K, hang on there buddy...this shall pass !!!

LIFE OF A PERPETUAL HELPER: To Please I Shall Not !!

LIFE OF A PERPETUAL HELPER: To Please I Shall Not !!: I'm stuck rather than feel free to juggle with people around me. I'd rather spend the time I have just with  me than with others co...

To Please I Shall Not !!

I'm stuck rather than feel free to juggle with people around me. I'd rather spend the time I have just with  me than with others cos I got to do all kind of mumbo-jumbo act to please them. Yes, to please everybody has been my life policy ever since I'm still a kiddo. To please people by abiding to instructions by elders, adore the words by teachers, chat with all the jerks called classmates who just wanted their English homework corrected on the grammars, coursemates who had been wackos during lab or in the lecture hall, hostelmates who always never agreed to my changes or worst still never accepted my new looks and all those series of working colleagues I dealt with..boy..were they 'angels'?

 

Sometimes to please the people around you could be joyful, satisfying, rewarding and the list could go on in the context of positive aura but in reality it was unbearable at times cos you just don't portray our own individualism to all of them. I was scared to wear high-style fashion which was never near to haute couture since I would get more negative comments rather than positive ones as my changes were never accepted happily by others. The thought of 'beautifying' myself felt odd to these people because they may feel I don't deserve that because I only had weird appearance rather than that 'wow' factor. As such, I pleased them by just hiding away all those forbidden outfits in my wardrobe and just followed the fashion accepted by the lot as to ease them and not to threaten their awesome looks. 

 

From fashion, it went to pleasing people on attending functions which I hated most-WEDDING RECEPTIONS which irked me since I had to mingle with all those 'lovely' relations who would be more interested on our life updates rather than on our presence. All those gossipy aunties would be bragging about their children's achievement and the future grooms or brides they have for their adorable kid(s). You got to address ALL the elders with a smiling and respectful face, failing to do, we may be stamped as arrogant, snobbish and the list could go on and on. Putting family affairs aside, the horrifying ordeal gets better with pleasing all those nutheads at work who would be extremely geniuses when it comes to work and etiquette that simply makes us to choke them to death. No doubt pleasing 'Miranda Priestly-type' of bosses could be pain in the ass but at least would be worthy when opening up the year end payslip. However, lazy bumps called colleagues would make life more colourful since they would either blunder the given task or piles of work lands on our shoulder which I had to complete with much effort since I had to maintain my precious work relationship with them.

 

Now, once for all, I have scraped that image of 'Pleasing' Sagaya to a 'Big No-No' Sagaya to all those who shuts me from being myself. I say a big 'NO' to all that discomforts me either to my relations or to all those people out there because I just wanted to be me, myself. I wanted my individualism, I wanna glam up, I wanna diet till bones are visible, I wanna go places where humans don't go and just fly without any restrictions. I always thought that pleasing someone at some point just barricades my happiness and pleasure which I ought to get freely since many out there live their fullest by just simply saying 'No' to matters they don't agree with. I would wanna join them and make my world more adventurous and fun to live in. I took up French class eventhough I'm stuck in a factory at Timbaktu and had to drive all the way to KL on a Monday evening just to learn a language I cherished ever since I'm small. I would want to go for vacations with whatever money I have just to get out of the boring lifestyle I'm stuck with right now. I wanna take up more classes either dance or more language classes as to make my mind, body and soul to be active at all times albeit those mundane lifestyle of working for 5 days, off for another 2 days, back again to square one plus the ordeal of travelling up and down from home to work.

 

I'm gonna sought for more new things to make me happy. New people, new place to work, new place to see, glam up and take more of my photoshots to be posted into Instagram, Twitter, Facebook and Foursquare to let the whole world know that I love my life. And of course, all this to point out to all - To Please I Shall Not again !!!

 

Luv,

Perpetual Helper...

 

 

All is Well With Nanban

I had to write, tell, declare, shout out to everyone my uncontrollable happiness after watching a magnificent piece of work entitled Nanban, the Tamilized version of 3 idiots. I may have watched the original version of the movie, however, still felt amazed by the storyline which was simply superb and something to be shared to everyone if there are people out there who had not watched the movie yet. There are no words to describe, it was more like a breath of fresh air for me after Varanam Ayiram which just mesmerized me the last time I watched it  a couple of years ago.

Nanban was a pat on my shoulder, a slap to my face, a recall to my misery, a joy to my heart and to be frank, more of a reviving chicken soup for my gloomy soul. There was an inner voice in my brain that has been bugging and telling me to catch the movie at the nearest cinema but I have been going against it by telling, " I have watched 3 Idiots before and what difference will it make with this one? ". Well, I was totally wrong and regretted for procrastinating the days for not re-watching the improvised version of the original movie. To tell the truth, I was not into  the  haggard -looking Vijay, neither  the same-imaged Jeeva or  the clean-shaven Srikanth or a bald-looking Satyaraj or even the belly dancer-waisted lleana, it was simply because of the temptation from the omnipotent saying which keeps on appearing on my Facebook's  home- ALL IS WELL. It all fell into places and I regained back myself after all the commotions that’s been going around until I made a point to watch the 9.15 pm show yesterday at Klang’s LFS ALONE and came out of the theatre satisfiedly.

I didn’t intend to write a review or comment about the movie but instead to share to the world that how much the story could be related in everybody’s life. Having the RIGHT FRIEND at the RIGHT TIME and at the RIGHT PLACE is simply God’s answer to our prayer when we’re lost at the very crossroad that forces us to choose between two deadly options that will alter the status, lifestyle, wealth and of all, our HAPPINESS. The characters came to life or may resemble to someone at someplace at sometime of his or her life when series of tough choices are to be made – between studying Form Six to become a pharmacist or doing a crappy diploma in agriculture simply for not missing the local Indian quota to enter the local university, between a degree in Biochemistry or Veterinary Medicine or Chemical Engineering, between a QA job or doing a postgraduate teaching course, between talking about Jane Austen’s novel  at an English class or giving training on  technical  work instruction to workers, between choosing  Masters in TESL or MBA, between working in KL or Klang and the list goes on and on.

ALL the OPTIONS would have it’s answers by two subjective yet the BEST means to all of US- that is by FOLLOWING OUR HEART and having an angelic NANBAN in our life. I truly believe that the message has clearly been highlighted in every part of the story that we should follow our hearts to achieve our dreams and passion, never study or do a job that doesn’t  make us happy and always believe that SUCCESS will follow when TALENTS and HARDWORK lead our lives. We may have come across this NANBAN or FRIEND in our lives- either in the form of our parents, siblings, the love of our lives, our coursemates, seniors , working colleagues or even Netizens out there who could have identified us to ourselves, had digged out our hidden and unknown talents, brought the best out of us, groomed us and make us shine like polished diamonds. If we have them in our lives NOW, never let them go and cherish them as they deserve all the credits and if not, start finding for these ANGELS WITHOUT WINGS and make life a meaningful one. The cream of the movie, the celebrant of the movie , Rancho in Hindi  or Pari in Tamil is the DREAM FRIEND everyone would love to have or should have as he is a guru who enlightens, a  genius with generosity, a companion to cheer, a shoulder to cry, a beacon of hope when the world shuts us down, a ladder for success and of all a guardian angel who would pray and wish for our well-being.

Another lesson which just appeals to me is the concept of, ALLLL IS WELL (Indian slang) which consoles ourselves that whatever happens has a reason and we should calm ourselves at ANY point of complicated situations by simply pacifying our ‘scardy cat’ heart  so that it will not be in fear. The term ‘All is Well’ is more of a simplified version of Gitasaaram which was proclaimed by Lord Krishna to Arjunan, more of an advise which states that whatever that's suppose to happen has happened and it happened for a good reason. Alas, I will be spreading the good news to everyone I meet and definitely will try to keep on saying, "All is Well" when I go blank or tensed up with complications in my life.

The movie had undoubtfully recollected the unsung angelic Nanban(s) I came across in my 27 years of life from kindergarten up to now. Some tried, impressed, justified and breezed through but there are some who had resided permanently in my heart and mind. These Nanban(s) I will cherish forever for the lessons they have thought me, for their genuine care and concern,  their jokes that made me laugh, for standing by me during hard times, being my advisors, my choreographers, fashion consultants, travelmates, ‘guinea pigs’ for trying my cooking and my well-wishers. All thanks goes to my BFFs- Mrs. Soosayamah Arokiasamy (my beloved mum), William Santiago, Segar Balakrishnan, Ganesan Manikam and Yogeswaran Batumalay. You people are the Rancho/ Pari, the NANBANs that have made me for who I am now...And to all out there, just FOLLOW YOUR HEART and continue saying " ALL IS WELL".....