Midnight movie...

Dint like Calvin Klein, sorry Kevin Kline, at first sight… but fell in love with him, gradually… like Meg Ryan… 

It’s just another love story, the typical rom-coms… boy-meets-girl, they don’t get along well, fall in love eventually, without even realising it… 

So, what’s so special about the movie? Was it Meg Ryan’s unpretentiousness and liveliness? Or Calvin Klein, aww, not again, Kevin Kline’s French-tinged English? Or the French setting and the countryscape? May be the simple dialogues and the hint of smile tbrings to your lips? 

Wait, I think I know - the chemistry… “and can’t have you… I want you…. ” and all I could think of was, oh god, just kiss him, kiss him, why don’t u kiss him, you dumb woman!@#

Or may be am just sixteen at heart and haven’t quite gotten cured of my romanticism :D 

Who cares… I loved it! A French Kiss at midnight :)

Break ke baad...

Oooh boy... I should not have called it righters-block... see, four years and not a single post... and its not like I was busy ;) Anyway, lets get started before it gets stopped, again... guess am rusty... but I am planning to be at it... till i get my touch back :) Before I run out of steam, here it is... "I, Meenakshi Subramanian, hereby solemnly declare, I shall keep this one running. For as long as I can write, think, love, laugh and go crazy." Promise. To me. Yours sincerely, Meenakshi M. Subramanian.

Need a window...

To my bulging belly! Wanna see what the lil un is upto... how (s)he takes to my yummy snacks and not-so-yummy tablets! My musical talents and my OCD wid a spotless kitchen counter!

Till death do us apart

Who do you think is the biggest celebrity couple that the world has seen? You are unpardonably not in my league if you think of the Abhi-Ash ‘spectacle’… Brangelina and Saifeena do not count…

Who else? Princess Di was more famous and charming than a placid-looking Prince Charles…
Agreed - the Kennedys were a pretty picture… the Obamas are very charismatic – individually and together…

But if you are Indian, and a Tamizhan, then well – you would cent per cent agree with my choice – No, am not gonna say “my parents”. They can easily qualify, but then, am not conceited enough to think they are celebrities:D

Anyway my vote goes to - Kalki Sadasivam and MS Amma. I have always thought of them as a cute couple – but the more I read, the more charming the couple become!
Am far too inexperienced and lowly to ever comment upon them… but trust me, I have never seen devotion, love and pride reflect more in the eyes of any other woman at the sight of her husband!

May be am old-fashioned when I think its charming the way MS blindly followed the path her husband chartered… or conservative when I say Kalki was the rudder of the ship called MS. But show me one person who has not been charmed by this couple… despite my strong convictions about independence and individuality, i cant deny being fascinated by MS amma's devotion to her husband...

'Made for each other' - sounds like an understatement, eh! :)

Also, check out this site… http://www.msstribute.org/index.php
And let me know IF you did not get goose pimples…

The Whole Six Yards… II

‘My tryst with the ethereal Sari’

Forget the Gandhis and the Rekhas… lets focus on ‘normal people’ who are transformed into women of substance on adorning this six yard enigma… like me!

My experiment with the sari dates back to Std XII (farewell)... and I have felt beautiful in one, everytime...

Yes, even when the first time I wore it outside the safety of Ram Daya and it gave away, most embarassingly, in my school compound! Even when Freida Miss, my 7th grade teacher, draped it up again, in the sidelines of the Middle School block... Even when I had to ride a bike (triples, mind you), climb the stairs, catch a train, walk the 0.5 km distance to MCW, run up three flight of stairs to the auditoriums or even break into an extempore dance to Dola re... Even on the eve of my wedding, perspiring despite the AC room and stripped in front of ten 'helpers'… Even at a swank DB Party at a posh Hyatt and went breathless at the voice of the performer…

Even when I have always been 5 feet and never the 50 kg taj mahal :), I have felt beautiful in the Sari.

And not without good reason, for the mystical sari tactically camouflages the wearer’s flaws while brilliantly flaunting her assets!!! ;)

Agreed, they are not the most convenient for today’s superwoman who has to juggle between her home and office… its quicker to zip up trousers and button up shirts, than pleat saris and pin up pallus but IMHO it is still the most elegant of clothes in the history of mankind (should I say, womankind???) …

I do admit to fantasies of me decked up in that flowing white ball gown with a train or an exquisite kimono with its flying sleeves... but the Sari rules the roost, true to my roots  And I guess most women would agree with me!

My wardrobe comprises of various textures - crisp cottons, chic chiffons, heavenly rubber silks, classy Kanjeevarams, dashing Benares and sleek synthetics; however, the eye-catching Ikkats, aesthetic Pochampallis and bright Bandhinis beckon me to take them home… guess my love affair with the sari shall continue… after all, doesn’t a Sari represent the Indian feminity, like no other attire 

Boy, am glad I am a woman!