Saturday, August 29, 2009

Raghoopathy's Letter

August 29, 2009

Dear Mike,
I’d been waiting all these years to see your live performance. When you came to India a few years ago, I wasn’t lucky enough to get the tickets for the show. I was so young that I didn’t even know that one has to book the tickets much earlier before the BIG DAY. I remember watching the news with my dad when you were featured on television channels...

‘Michael Jackson comes to Mumbai for a live performance.’
‘The King of pop comes to India!’
‘A pleasant surprise for all MJ fans across Asia!’

I asked daddy, ‘shall we watch Michael Jackson, live?
No Raghoo. Mumbai is a faraway place.
But it is India.
Yes, dear. But the tickets are sold out.
You are lying. The show is scheduled for next week only. The tickets would be available.

Those were the days, Mike. Whenever I wore my favorite Black & White dress, my dad used to refer to the ‘Thriller’ album cover and used to say that I look like you. That’s how I got to know about you Mike. Since then, I became your fan.

When I knew I couldn’t watch you live, I cried the whole night. I saw you with your trademark clothing in the news next week. My next plan was to get that type of clothing. But, couldn’t fulfill that wish:( Later, there were many stories in the regional language magazines of my country where the fans had shared their experiences of how they made their way to the show. My neighbor told me about Prabhu Deva(We call him the MJ of South-India) who struggled all the way and finally met you.

I really did enjoy that scary video of ‘Thriller’. My favorite video of yours was that legendary performance of ‘Billie Jean’. I was unaware about technology and stuffs back then.Today, when I see the same videos, I admire your efficiency. Your creativity. Your Imagination. You weren’t just a singer, just a dancer. You were an epitome of PERFORMANCE. I learned what dedication is… What commitment is… What involvement is…

You’ve always dedicated yourself for charity work. I really adore you for the song ‘Heal the World’ which is a great initiative for making our world a better place to live in. I still can’t figure out how a single man can do so many things- writing, composing, singing, dancing, sound programming, directing videos… My God!!!

Though I lost my left leg in an accident, I still try to dance like you with my artificial leg. Life is really challenging Mike. Your songs have always inspired me. Whenever I feel lonely, I listen to ‘You are not alone’ and I’m listening to it right now! One day I will be like you. And the world will call me the ‘Prince of Pop’.

On this beautiful day, I extend my heartiest wishes and prayers for you. May you be guarded with all the good spirits. Wishing you happiness forever…

YOU ARE 51 :)


P.S. If you aren't a Michael Jackson fan yet, you'll become one after watching these videos!
Motown Legendary performance
MTV music Awards
Brace yourself

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Catching Game Beta

It’s been a long time since my last post. I’d been busy visiting my friends in Ooty & Palakkad. I & stebin celebrated my sixth semester results at CafĂ© Coffee Day in R.S.Puram. I did some portrait photography here and there. Many other things did happen as well-both pleasant and obnoxious, from MJ’s sudden shift of residence from Neverland to Heaven to the surprise packed second sunday of this month where I was honored with The Best Student Award from 'Zoom' a private concern. I watched a few movies among which an animation film 'The road to El dorado' impressed me for it's screenplay and good spanish music. For the past two days I’d been thinking about an interesting incident which happened in my life. This post is all about that.

Whatever you learn in your childhood will definitely be helping you in some or the other way in your life- right from the fundamental arithmetic calculations to your behavior. I’m sure that all of us would’ve played 'Catching game', 'Hide n’ seek', 'lock & key' etc. in our childhood. I cherish all those lovely memories. Apart from these games I used to play many adventurous games like ‘Caves’, ‘Jurassic Park’(not computer games) and a lot more. They weren’t just games. They were totally a different world. How these adventurous games helped in my life?

Here is an interesting incident from my life which reminded me about the childhood games.

“It was the alluring month of July. One of our very close family friends had invited us for their daughter’s wedding which was to happen that month. One fine evening we (my family) all decided to do some shopping for the bride. We all were clear with the idea of buying a designer saree for the young bride. We went to Sridevi Textiles in Gandhipuram. It took us only two hours and thirty minutes to finalize the saree. It’s hard for the women to decide a saree in such a short period. In fact, I told my mom that she deserves a place in the limca book of records.

The saree was of chocolate brown color which had wonderful glass work in the pallu. It also had some embossed art work. The way it was glittering in the white light was simply awesome. It really did impress all of us.

Fact: The amount of attraction of a designer saree is always directly proportional to its cost.

The saree was priced at 10k. We all made up our mind and finally bought that bespangled lulu.

We were on our way to Gandhipuram town bus stand. I was holding the bag with the saree in my hands. Later, I handed over that bag to my mom and took the heavy bag from her which had some grocery items. We got into bus no.111 to reach our home in Kavundampalayam. Since it was a weekend evening, the bus was too crowded. I somehow managed to find a place to stand. We finally reached Kavundampalayam with great difficulty. I got down from the bus with a sigh of relief.

My mom asked me, ‘Where’s the other bag?’
‘I gave it to you. Don’t you remember?’

She’d left the bag in the bus and the bus had left the place!

Mom’s face had turned pale. So pale, that I could see her veins on her face. Dad was shattered. Earning 10 thousand bucks is not a joke. My parents’ eyes indicated their excruciating mental pain. My reflexes were lightening fast that I started running behind the bus like crazy. If I had done this for the school athletic team selection when I was 13, I would’ve been an athlete of international fame by now. I was speeding on that congested highway. I could see only the bus and think only my mom’s face. I was so determined to get the bag back.

A generous man who was on the wheels of an EICHER goods carrier vehicle, stopped by.

Thambi yaeru paa...

Without any second thought I got into the vehicle. I explained him everything. He said that it is possible to get to the next stop and get my things. Dad rang up to me. I told him that I got into a vehicle and assured him that I will get back home with the bag. This made my dad pretty confident. Though I sounded confident to my dad, deep inside I’d been analyzing the worst cases as well.

What if someone had taken the bag away?

And even worse- ‘What if the conductor thinks that I’m a thief?

But still, I didn’t lose my determination. At last, Mr. Generous overtook the bus, stopped his vehicle in front of the bus which in turn stopped the bus.
I got down from the vehicle walked two yards, turned to Mr. Generous gave a respectful salute with my right hand and a heartfelt thanks through my eyes. He did understand that and replied as well. I got into the bus, took my bag and called my dad… ‘Daddy, I got it back!

I walked all the way and reached my home just to see my elated parents. The pale face of mom was now depicting delight. I received great appreciations from my dad and my bro.

Once again, our hero saved the day and they all lived happily ever after;)