The pedestal has been reclaimed by the High Priest and Priestess after 8 days and nights of sightseeing in the Holy Lands. Thank God for that! I can finally stay put on the island not needing to rush back to make sure the temple is in one piece.
My second performance with the dance school ended well with congratulatory remarks and thumbs up. That was another relief, now that I can resume my evening jogs to increase my stamina and loose weight. Performing made me realise that I am much too "full-figured" to carry the costume with ease, not to mention being heavier than I once was, did not help with the dancing itself. The body has to meet much more energy demands because of the additional weight resulting in fatigue, eventually disabling me to keep up with the beat and the rhythm of the music. It ain't a pretty picture when needing to sit in the chawka, your body gives up and end up in a pose my teacher likes to call the "motorbike riding" pose. Even more disconcerting is when you're out of breath a crucial point comes when you would need to unconditionally smile, suck in your abdomen and do a brahmari (a 360 degree turn on one feet).
Digressing like I always do, have you noticed that until brought to attention we're pretty oblivious of the ethnicity of people around us? The idea struck me today listening to the radio, and with that a string of thoughts which predominantly included this one phrase, "the amalgamation of different cultures". The 1Malaysia concept is supposed to be about being Malaysian first; but more often than not, the 1Malaysia concept brings to forefront of our brains that we're indeed of different colour and creed. I remember sitting in my class way back in my teens surrounded by 30 others, all first and foremost, my friends. Well, not all of them but at least a good diversified handful's'. Mentioned over and over again is the "yellow"ness of Cookies and Cakes, whom, if I hadn't been blissfully ignorant, is Chinese. In fact, it has been nothing but blissful ignorance that has held our friendship together; ignorance of what least mattered, like it should be with every other person we encounter. I'll admit, I have my prejudices when it comes to being Indian; like yelling at drivers, when impatience clouds one's rationale coercing the verbalisation of racist remarks. However, against all differences and reservations I have against a friend, constant nudges from my inner self remind me that the hemoglobin running through my veins is probably just as similar as his/hers.
Further digressing, I can't seem to help my roving eyes... And since when did the Tamil cine industry start cropping up exceptionally good looking men???
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| Vaibhav Reddy - Saroja, Goa, Mankatha and others. Source: http://www.indiaglitz.com/channels/tamil/default.asp |
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| Ganesh Venkatraman - Abhiyum Naanum and Unnai Pol Oruvan Source: http://www.indiazooms.com/ |
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| Dhruva - Aanmai Thavarael Source: http://tamil.cinesnacks.net/ |
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| Sharwanand - Engeyum Eppothum Source: http://searchandhra.com/ |
I see a great revolution in the Tamil Cine industry with encouragement from older talents like Hot Men #2 spearheading good hairstyle, up-to-date wardrobe, revelation of healthy proportions of meat and the urge to be fit, DELICIOUSLY FIT!!!!
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