Marriages are made in Heaven but this one is made in the IDIOT BOX

I keep hearing the name Rakhi Sawant every once in a while. But it was not until a few months back that I got to see her. One fine day I was at work slogging my ass off, when I goth this call from a friend “Rakhi’s in town”, she said and I was like “Rakhi got over in August, and I refuse to accept you as my Rakhi Sister” to which an upset but excited voice said “No Dumbo, I am talking about Rakhi Sawant the actress , in flesh and blood, she is shooting for a Tamil Film Item Number” and a least bothered me said “So, What?”, now, guys never ignore a girls’ excitement with a “so what?” kind of question they will ignore you after that unless…

So she goes on “It is ok if you don’t want to see her, but I need your camera so I can take photos of her.” Ah no wonder she even bothered to call me. So then I ask her “So come home and pick it up. I don’t have a problem giving you my camera” and here was the smart one “No, please come to the old Gaiety Theatre Complex and give it to me.” anyways the gentleman that I am  decided to go over and see why even girls were going ga ga over Rakhi Sawant.

So I enter the sets and I see this woman in really skimpy clothes and sweltering in the Chennai heat. My friend was jumping among the crowd of onlookers and her excitement was so visible that I decided to give her the camera and rush out before she did anything embarrassing. She snatched the camera from my hand and just ran into the crowd. Now you may think why I did not react to my camera being used like this. Read on… Now this friend of mine is really short so she could hardly take any photos so she came searching for me again.”Oi! you should be helping me with taking photos.” I took the camera into my hands unwillingly and walked into the crowd. which was leering at Ms. Sawant’s assets which looked like bread ready to pop out of the toaster, Took some photos which came out all shaky, turned walked back to my friend thrust the camera in her hand and walked out. This was exactly the time when I started hating

Rakhi Sawant – The Woman with more bust than brain.

While this happened sometime back. Something on twitter caught my attention recently. Ever since I have become a twitter addict I have been getting to read a lot of news there. This was how I came across #suemaya , I was asked by my friend @streetanchor to join the fight against Mayawati. How can Mayawati be so dumb? I think there should be a Dumb Politicians Network (DumP Net) and people like Mayawati, Jayalalitha and the other displaced(thanks @just_reva for the word) politicians should join in and think about how to cheat the people without getting caught. A Political Social Media Network. I am sure they will find it useful to exchange such ideas and also be a black book of sorts for Upcoming Dumb Politicians.

Maybe It is not Rakhi who should be having a Swayamvar? Maybe it is Mayawati!!!

Apparently these are the Photos from the Set I had been at. It is a Tamil Movie called “Muthirai” for which Ms. Sawant was doing an Item number.

I did not pass on my camera, Ofcourse not. It was this guys’ camera. This guy who plays “Guess whose fart?”

Well this post has nothing to do with this or Section 377 of the Indian Penal Code.

One Morning, One Documentary, an emotional experience. I have seen quite some shit and I have hardly been moved by it. I have always felt that shit is part of life. But I was watching a Documentary this Morning “Born into Brothels” I could not believe what I saw. I could not see it. It was hard to see the life led by children of sex workers also called prostitutes. This is supposed to be the worlds oldest trade. (I don’t think so though.) I saw children talking about becoming part of the Line. Children who matter of factly say that they know what their mothers do behind the closed curtains. These Children were given cameras and taught photography by Zana Briski. I don’t know who this woman is but it is hard to stay in a place like Sonagachi looking at these things happening  I broke down after watching her documentary How did this lady work with them day in and day out? How did she keep her sanity? Forget Zana Briski. I have a friend Reva Ananda who has worked with children of sex workers in Sonagachi too. I am going to be asking her to write her experiences. I don’t know if she will but yeah I will check for sure.

People have views on Red Light Districts and Sex workers. But what is the kind of recognition that’s given to them. When the parents are not respected in the society then how will their children ever be. I am of the firm belief that whatever shit happens anywhere in this world (let the Tigers kill the Lions and then get annhiliated by the Lions. Let the Osamas ram air crafts into buildings) but children should not suffer. Why should a child hear her next door aunty yelling “I know you slept with your son”  at her mother. What kind of mental torture would a child go through? Each time they hear coarse language being used and seeing their mother in several states of undress, I am sure these kids grow up faster mentally they become numb to the pains that they experience. I am going to be researching a bit on Sex Workers and see what kind of life they lead.What happens to the children? There is way too much thats happening. I am unable to see what happens to children.I do understand that this has been happening for Centiries now. But I wanna find out if poverty is really the reason why it is happening. There are several unanswered questions that I would like to find answers for. This Documentary is very strong. It hit me heard between my eyes.

For the last few weeks my blog was inaccessible. It was extremely frustrating to think everyday that I need to work on my blog restore it. I tried a zillion complicated things and then asked Sathyanarain to help me. He tried a billion things but no solution in sight and I was ashamed to call myself a wordpress power-user. But then tonight sleep depravity got one fresh idea and it was so simple so easy that I was sure that it would work. So after weeks of meddling around, the solution just popped into my head at about 0245hrs today.

My Blog is back and I have taken a vow that I will take care of my blog and her readers. I am sure you have noticed the changes. At The Altar is going here and this blog has been re-christened “Aravind Kumar’s Blog”. I don’t know if I can manage to write in two places. But I have plans laid out. So Wait and Watch.

I have been bad mouthing “Slumdog Millionaire”. Maybe it is an amazing movie. Maybe the music is great. Yeah so many maybes. But you know what I liked the most, the song at the end of the movie. That’s what a film about India should be like. Why do they wanna make an Indian movie without songs and dance sequences.

I hope Rahman does not get an Oscar for this one. Yeah, right I hope he does not. This is not his best work. I am still wondering how these things get selected for all these awards. And Those questions Anil Kapoor asks on the show are so simple. All 20 of them

Earlier yesterday I was watching NDTV news and they actually had a video of two policemen beating up a POOR 5 year old girl for stealing. Now will she get a shot at being a millionaire or did she already get her 15 minutes. How does it matter if she was poor. So many 5 year olds get beaten up everyday in this country!!!

Someone told me “Nothing sells like Poverty, No Nothing at all.” I am starting to believe it. And about the Title for this post. I think everyone is getting richer everyday. It all depends on where you are in the Social Chain. Be Happy and get Rich with Poverty!!!

As the day ends I have looked back at the past and looked into my life. It has been a bumpy ride. Real bumpy one. But I have taken risks gone against what people have told me to do and I have survived. Oh Sorry I was just shitting you with a bunch of nonsense.

Morning arrived by Chennai Mail from Mumbai. The Mail Trains in our Country are the worst things to travel by. They like stop whenever somone asks them to stop at a station(I am glad it is only at stations) So Yeah I reached Chennai at a decent hour this morning. (0500hrs is absolutely a decent time). Oh Yeah I was in Mumbai on work and I got to attend Blog Camp Mumbai. Met some interesting Bloggers from Mumbai. Anyhoo as any decent Indian would do I did invite them for our meetsin Chennai. Who knows they might even join us.

Anyways, there is so much hype about Obamas swearing in which happened in Washington and the Pied Piper of Mandaveli wanted to know who the Vice President of India was? And smart fella I am told him it is Kalignar Karunanidhi. (The greatest Staesman of our Times) Apparently he says I have won an all expenses paid trip to the Carribean. Maybe I should be living in a chilled out country like the Jamaica. I find India and Indians too hot to handle.

Anyhoo I am the thinking Blogcamp should be an initiative by just the bloggers and corporates should not be brought in as sponsors thats exactly what I told the organizers at Blog Camp Mumbai. When you put someone like me inside Microsofts office in Mumbai with an event sponsored by Ibibo(They apparently paid for the Pizzas) I don’t feel very comfortable and Microsoft has corporate policy. Which is you can’t take cameras inside their office.

Well, My dear policy makers @ Microsoft do remember that I fucking hate you guys. I think you have shitty security because there were people who got cameras inside and took photographs too.I hope you guys have a good security policy and a better security officer in place.

Mumbai is a place with so much happening while  was there and I find Mumbai bloggers to be very focussed and they seem to be on the right track unlike me who has nothing to say except for ranting out and shouting out at the world.

But Yeah I am so glad to be back home. More snippets from Mumbai coming soon.