This is a video of my impression of Brad's Pitt character in the movie Inglourious Basterds. There is a distinctive Tennessee Mountain accent with the Southern drawl. The character is a brash American Lieutenant who, with 8 Jewish Americans under his command, embarks on a guerrilla operation on the Nazis. This scene depicts his "pep-talk" to the Jew crew known by the Germans as the Basterds.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Hues of thought...
Colour and life. Nature and Beauty. These things somehow have a connection. A heartfelt one. The impact of colour is pretty significant in our lives. Colour is perceived at an emotional level. We attribute different moods to different colours.
In this rendering of "Pachai Nirame" from Mani Ratnam’s "Alaipayuthey”, Vairamuthu has churned out the to the best, a picturesque ode to color. Even in here, femininity and beauty seem to go hand in hand. But nevertheless, the real magnificence of the song lies in the awe striking cinematography by PC Sriram and a mellifluous tune by ARR, voiced appropriately by Hariharan and Clinton.
My earnest efforts lie in “translerpreting” in English what the lyricist conveyed in Tamil. A fairly simple job, I must confess, it however took quite a bit of analysis to appreciate the beauty at the same time trying to keep the poetic flow alive. Read on...
And see if you can relate to it...
You symbolize fortune, desire & penchant
Harmonize meadows, so lush and verdant
Green, you dwell in juvenile leaves
Mellow my nerves to peace
You assure, allure and you do please!
The parrot’s beak with the verbal squeak
The pouty lips of the damsel speak
Through the loveliest scarlet rose
And the newborn’s tender feet
Red, you justify the most righteous woes
Richly lining dusky skies
Emanating from feisty fires
Sparkle, you do on the golden pendant
Daffodils & tulips, oh, don’t they flaunt?
Yellow, you glow and do outline
The radiant full moon’s soft shine
The idyllic expanse of the wave-less ocean
The spotless azure sky with an endless horizon
Ah! The cobalt-naped prideful peacock
Thanks you for its copper-sulphate flock
From the romanticism of blaue blume
To the purple tinge on the Martin’s plume
Blue, you exude the lull in a melancholic tune
The pitch darkness of the midsummer night
The nimbus clouds of stormy might
The forlorn feather of the northern raven
Lining mascara’d eyelashes of pretty women
In the earnestly lilting springtime cuckoo
And in silky tresses, black, you rule!
In flakes of snow, icicles and sleet
On the innocent dove and flag of peace
Through sclera in eyes of serenity
White, you signify honest thought and purity
In this rendering of "Pachai Nirame" from Mani Ratnam’s "Alaipayuthey”, Vairamuthu has churned out the to the best, a picturesque ode to color. Even in here, femininity and beauty seem to go hand in hand. But nevertheless, the real magnificence of the song lies in the awe striking cinematography by PC Sriram and a mellifluous tune by ARR, voiced appropriately by Hariharan and Clinton.
My earnest efforts lie in “translerpreting” in English what the lyricist conveyed in Tamil. A fairly simple job, I must confess, it however took quite a bit of analysis to appreciate the beauty at the same time trying to keep the poetic flow alive. Read on...
And see if you can relate to it...
You symbolize fortune, desire & penchant
Harmonize meadows, so lush and verdant
Green, you dwell in juvenile leaves
Mellow my nerves to peace
You assure, allure and you do please!
The parrot’s beak with the verbal squeak
The pouty lips of the damsel speak
Through the loveliest scarlet rose
And the newborn’s tender feet
Red, you justify the most righteous woes
Richly lining dusky skies
Emanating from feisty fires
Sparkle, you do on the golden pendant
Daffodils & tulips, oh, don’t they flaunt?
Yellow, you glow and do outline
The radiant full moon’s soft shine
The idyllic expanse of the wave-less ocean
The spotless azure sky with an endless horizon
Ah! The cobalt-naped prideful peacock
Thanks you for its copper-sulphate flock
From the romanticism of blaue blume
To the purple tinge on the Martin’s plume
Blue, you exude the lull in a melancholic tune
The pitch darkness of the midsummer night
The nimbus clouds of stormy might
The forlorn feather of the northern raven
Lining mascara’d eyelashes of pretty women
In the earnestly lilting springtime cuckoo
And in silky tresses, black, you rule!
In flakes of snow, icicles and sleet
On the innocent dove and flag of peace
Through sclera in eyes of serenity
White, you signify honest thought and purity
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