Me and Myself..

"...You guys have no other way. Your ears are destined to hear only my brother's songs. He is the genius..." Idolization should not be to this extreme. But it is Tamil nadu , its our way of life. This is one of the most irritant self vaunting i have heard. I wish i could call it as the most idolatory/sychopantic words ever uttered . But TN is TN , the birth place of extreme idolation and this sycophancy was just surpassed and surmounted by idolaiton much worse than this.

The first and the most basic path to salvation is forgetting me,myself and I. People who display 3 gargatum lines of ash smeared across their forehead with a big kumkum in the middle to portray their sense of humbleness are the ones in the forefront of salivating,expecting demanding extreme sycophancy. They think the 3 lines of ash is just enough to attain salvation but in reality they cannot even cross the basic tenet of salvation in their words and deeds.

Salvation for them stops just at the ashes with nothing more to follow. I hope every one by now know whom i am referring to. I am just referring to Ilayaraja, who with his chamcha brothers crowned himself as king of music.

scores and scores of directors were humilated by the whimps and wishes of his mood and pride. some scenes in every film praising him were a must, to get him compose music for that film. I remember one of Parthiban's film even carried lots of big cutouts of this creep for no rhyme or reason. Lyricsts worked overtime to fit lines praising him in film songs during such lines his cutouts would be displayed in the film unnecessarily. Heores in the midst of running around the trees during the song would do a salute to his cutout during those lines. Ramarajan's films were great example of this suffocating sycophancy.

This sycophancy was growing to such an extent that it started to suffocate and even asyphix viewers. It was just a feeling of being put in a cloistered room with scant oxygen and abundant smoldering smoke. Thank god a small window got opened to gush in some fresh air to relieve the smoky congestion. That gushing breeze energised the room with great energizing fragrance and it sucked out the smoke to extinction.

That fragrant breeze started with
"chinna chinna aasai ..." to chisel out the much needed epitaph to the much disgusting personality.