Tuesday, 4 August 2015


LOVE KHADHIJA, LOVE TRUTH


Khadija Ismayilova : the name looks like a mantra in an unknown language for me. Its a name of a strong woman on earth, an inspiring person on this planet and a noble journalist. She instills confidence among journalists who want proceed their journey in the path of investigative reporting. She was awarded the PEN Barbara Goldsmith Freedom To Write Award 2015. I am glad to listen to Khadija's mother whose words pumps new spirit to everyone who lends an ear to her.

check out Khadija: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRRKc3mnrd0

Khadija's work:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=36451PzNr0c


Sunday, 5 July 2015

In search of a Kid

I worked on a story last night. It was on a search for a kid who has become an addict for HANS, a banned tobacco product. A voluntary organisation has been sending this video to people to look out for the child and urged the government to provide medical treatment asap. 

Link to the news story:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tdHwRPXYAHo

If you come across this child, pls let us know.

Friday, 19 June 2015

PROMO FOR TV SHOW ON WATER

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mr2XoR0LCJE

Sunday, 31 May 2015

DOCUMENTARY FILM ON CUDDALORE


My first documentary film on Cuddalore environmental issues. It was a great experience for me. I learnt so much during my travel and interaction with people in Cuddalore. Leading a daily life in Cuddalore is really a big task. LINK for the documentary:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_h8T2AFtreU&feature=em-upload_owner#action=share


Tuesday, 12 May 2015

                  I ENJOYED RAINY DAY AND CYCLED TO MY OFFICE

Today shunning all my laziness, I took a bold step to cycle all the way from my home to office. Mustering courage I peddled a few steps from Tiruvanmiyur signal to Adyar LB road. OMG it took 15 mins. I recollected how I would vroom through these roads without giving any thought to look at tiny shops on road and men who cycle. With full determination, I cycled on battered roads and counted 100 to hold my spirit. hmm... I reached Greenways road, I am dead tired. No looking back. Pulled up myself, I was singing all heroic songs to energise my legs. right from MGR to Rajini to the latest watched movie-Utthama Villan- I sang it all!!
No words to explain the atrocity''of two-wheelers and the fourwheelers. A kind bus driver on TTK road slowed down and allowed me to ride at my speed. I was forced to stop for two minutes at the CP Ramasamy road because of the signal. The journey continued as the drops of rain drenched my soul. I am happy. I think, peddling is a problem at the initial moments; then the rim of the tyre takes you on all pathways!
When I was riding via Poes garden, a serene locality, my humming became clear for the pedestrians. But to myself its not enough! charged up and telling myself that I CAN DO IT!! I reached gemini. From nowhere I got the strength to easily ride the long stretch of the crowded Nungambakkam to reach my office. WOW- I broke my record of laziness!! I should thank the rain for giving a shield from heat waves of Chennai that helped me to cycle.

Sunday, 3 May 2015


photo: google

LATEST EXPEDITION TO GARBAGE CLIFF 


It was my latest expedition to yet another kingdom of the underprivileged.  This time I went to Kodungaiyur, where exists the massive mount of Chennai's garbage dump. As per the Chennai Corporation records over 4,000 metric tonnes of the city's garbage are dumped here every day. Truckloads keep emptying the stinking toxic wastes through the day, every day. 

Some 20 kms from my News7 studio, I was there with my crew to film the kids at work. It was for my Saturday show- Maiyam. When I informed my cameraman and driver that they should have their breakfast before entering Kodungaiyur, they did not understand why and so they did  not follow my advice. But once we were there, they were shocked to see that several streets were filled with garbage on either side. And in some streets, people were literally living on roads in small huts that were surrounded by garbage.  After a lot of search, they managed to find a small street side food shop but their appetite seemed suddenly gone. 

On the road, I inquired an old man about the road to Panakkaran Nagar (meaning – a colony of rich men) that would take us to ground zero of the Kodungaiyur dumpyard. Ironically, for some reason, the cluster of houses of the below-poverty-line people had earned that name, Panakkaran Nagar.  I recollected my meeting with India’s venerated  environment journalist P.Sainath sometime back, when he had mentioned that while presenting the news, one must always talk about two extremes so that people would understand the difference.

While climbing the garbage mounds, my cameraman and driver were moaning and cribbing that I always took them for a ‘ride’. (I don’t seem to be interested in covering press meets at five star hotels and meetings in lavish resorts was their complaint!!). Anyhow, when I climbed the top of the filthy mountain of toxic garbage, we couldn’t breathe properly. Though the pathway was filled with dry waste, the closer spot where children and adults collecting and separating the waste was full of wet waste. And the dusty air, grease and grime on our faces seemed to revolt the two men in my team. 

After many attempts, I was able to convince a little boy to talk to the camera about his Kodungaiyur career. Kumar, a class five dropout, enters the dumpsite at 10am and works hard till about 2pm. He would rest for a while in a little tent there and have his lunch. He then works till about 4pm. He would sell his day’s collection of plastic bottles and get a few rupees. 

I told my cameraman to capture the shots of how these garbage pickers run behind the huge trucks that bring fresh loads of garbage. And how easily they pick out the kind of waste that they specialize in 'merchandising'. For example, there are teams that would collect only pet bottles, a few others would look for e-waste, yet another team looks for thick cardboards... 

After three hours there, the dusty air and smell from the garbage became too much for us. We wanted to wrap up the shooting. A kind woman came to me and offered water. I turned to my crew and they were aghast. How would they use any water from that place? I smiled as I accepted the water and washed the grime off my face and quenched my thirst. A tea-seller appeared from nowhere, climbing up the garbage mountain on  his two-wheeler that carried his huge can of tea and several paper cups. As the garbage-pickers gathered around him, one kind soul turned to me to ask if we could have some 'nice tea'. We tried hard to smile and mumbled an answer--we are very grateful but we must go because we have a deadline. Actually we were feeling very tired and very suffocated. 

On the way down, two little kids ran behind us for the send off. Though the Kodungaiyur smoke and stench gifted me with a terrible cough that drained me the next couple of days, I was glad that we could get some good shots on the camera and also the crew could understand the tough living of those garbage pickers and the poor inhabitants of Panakkaran Nagar. When I narrated the Kodungaiyur trip to my dad and told him I must thank God for granting me good life, he replied, 'No, fight with God. Ask Him why he has made life so tough for those people'.

Tuesday, 14 April 2015

                                   OK KANMANI TO PERUMAL MURUGRAN


I was just surfing the net going from one extreme 'o kadhal kanmani' film songs to flipkart to journalism fellowships to articles in the OPEN magazine; meanwhile checking out my official mails! As the songs were flowing through my 'headphone', I got to read the article on forgotten controversy of writer Perumal Murugan.

To me the following part that recorded the version of historian Theodore Baskaran made sense:   

Some of these experiences would be lost to us if they weren’t preserved so well in the amber of literature. “In another 50 years, they will say ‘untouchability’ never existed,” says historian Theodore Baskaran, who is among the intellectuals from the Kongu region to have stood by Murugan. “Denial of history and culture go hand in hand with in- sensitivity to literature.”

I believe writer Perumal Murugan presently living in one of the corners of the Chennai city, should actually give a second thought and get back to writing. We need people like him who are repositories of knowledge and actually report on historical issues that the GEN Y should know.  

LINK to OPEN magazine article: http://www.openthemagazine.com/article/art-culture/delible-ink


As I had finished reading the article, I had already heard the mental manadhil song - Music by ARR and lyrics by Vairamuthu in the film by Maniratnam' four times !! chillax