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A tribute to Venu Nagavalli

A tribute to the great actor , director and writer Venu Nagavalli  who etched an image of the melancholic hero of 70 s with his unique style and ways .

The Lover in Yavanika , The true friend in chillu , The  loving brother and silent lover in Salini ente koottu kaari ..All are sweet characters even though melancholic.

Only recently I found out he is the director and script writer of some of my all time favourite movies . Even without knowing any of it he was in my favourite actors’ list .

He has directed some of the best mal movies ever.

And wrote scripts for some more

  • Vishnu (1994) (screenplay and dialogue)
  • Aayirappara (1993) (writer)
  • Kalippattam (1993) (writer)
  • Kilukkam (1991) (writer)
  • Kizhakkunarum Pakshi (1991) (screenplay and dialogue)
  • Aye Auto (1990) (writer)
  • Ardham (1989) (writer)
  • Sarvakalasala (1987) (screenplay and dialogue)
  • Sukhamodevi (1986) (writer)

I see a graph of my childhood in these movies . I cannot separate them from my memories as a child . Sarvakalasala, sukkhamo devi , aye auto , kizhakkunarum pakshi ……The stories are all so sweet and comedy packed and at the same time heartening and lovely and leaves a lump in your throat .

A legend has passed by . Now that the great persons who made movies and songs for us are passing away in the blink of an eye , I realise why our parents cannot enjoy the new movies and songs . They just don’t belong here . Their favourite actors , writers and singers have all gone beyond the curtain . I realise the loss . Nothing and nobody can replace them.

The beauty of silence …..

There was a time when I used to observe a young man in our youth group ,just out of curiosity.

Because he was so different from everybody else . Always had a smiling face and the most simple ways .

I always looked for his face first in the group and was bored when he didn’t turn up. But we never talked . I had a good rapport with every body else in the group but not to this person.

Why ?

I don’t know …

Once then, we all went for a camp . But this young man didn’t come for some unknown reasons .  His friends waited for him till the end .

When we came back he was there at the railway station to welcome us .

I wanted to tell him that we missed him at the camp . But thought it wouldn’t be important .

He appeared to be very happy to see his friends . They decided to hang out for a while and I went home with my father and life moved on.

A few days later , he proposed to  my parents . While we had gone for the camp he had gone to talk to his parents ( 🙄 from reliable sources )

Since then, for ten years now  that man has been surprising me , every day of my life . And I loved watching him evolve into my best friend , a dynamic husband and a loving father .

My better half ,  My love. Happy Wedding Anniversary !

Springtime by Pierre-August Cot . One of my favourite paintings . Lovers caught in spring time forever ,and nothing else in this world matters.

Edited to add , on June 11 ‘ 2011

Today Pearl asked us if it is our B’day today . She is not yet familiar with anniversaries . I told her it is . Because before , we were just two different persons . “WE ” was born only on the day of marriage .

Music is my Life !

My life is so much intertwined with all the beautiful songs I have heard that sometimes I think I can make a graph out of them.

Last year , I had done some song quotes on computer with so much effort and I lost them while I imported and deleted my old domain. To tell the truth I lost many photos also which I could not find any where else . It is a difficult thing for me to get over my loses , however small they might be.

Yesterday while cleaning up and sorting out my desktop I accidentally found that I had  actually saved some of them . Vow !

When we were kids , my sister and I had a lyrics book in which we wrote lyrics of all the songs we ever heard . When we grew up , I converted it into a quote book .

Don’t ask me where is that book  now ? I don’t have a clue . ‘ Gone with the wind!’

( Once in a while I do some compulsive purging and almost always end up losing things I treasure most ) .

But the lyrics are embedded forever in my mind .

The down side is now I don’t remember any thing about these pictures or editing them.

The Dyscalculia Devil Reigns 😦

That is why I like this poem from Orkut communities very much . It is so true . I can’t Remember Me

I don’t contemplate the future
I can’t recollect the past
Lost in the land of limbo
In a time that may not last

The days now pass before me
In an alternating blur
Confusion reigns within me
For a past thats lost somewhere

I know I am, for I exist
The photographs don’t lie
Pictures of a life now lost
But I don’t remember why

I see a new life every hour
In a place thats not the same
No hint of recognition
For turmoil is to blame

I write these words upon this page
For others now to see
But don’t ask me if I wrote them
As I can’t remember me.

– Courtesy Orkut Neelam’s Communities .