tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16804159593841255522024-03-19T14:18:45.494+05:30My Diminutive ParadiseUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger236125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680415959384125552.post-48464417448198948002018-12-03T22:58:00.000+05:302018-12-04T06:35:06.409+05:30Happy Second Anniversary<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">laughing at my own jokes , irritating her with pranks , singing loud horribly , </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>“How much ?”</i></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> she asked and I opened my arms as wide as i could and said , </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>“ This much !!” </i></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>“Because you are my baby girl . I never knew I was capable of this much love and from the day i held your hands , until now and forever , you are and will be my baby girl and i promise to keep you happy like a mother would take care of her own”</i></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> , i replied . </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">She made me realize , that life is happening right now , in front of me and that we should do </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">is enough to make her happiness meter go from 0-100 in a second .</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Through thick & thin , she stands by me , as a big pillar of support and takes me forward by holding </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">my hands - ever smiling and always towards happiness and with loads of silliness and with </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">and she would reply </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>“Almost 2”</i></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">, grinning . </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">if we really are sane and we have , ever so casually , wiped those prying-judging eyes away and </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">continued being silly . Frankly , we don’t have to be silly to be happy or in love , but we would like </span><br />
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It was a cold and breezy night in London . The trees , the buildings and everything around stood out , in the yellow hue of the street lights .<br />
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We were going back home after a movie and dinner . It was then , she asked me why i love her so much and me being a "pretend-frigid" guy most of the time , i replied to her question with a shrug and a smile . She insisted for an answer and when i opened up to tell her why i adore her so much , she kept staring into my eyes and started getting all teary .<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Nothing gives happiness to a writer than the feeling of holding his favourite pen and the words that are magically mustered at his will . The pen shares an intimate bond with him that nothing else can replace . The bond together , transpires a story so beautiful that it takes the breath away from its readers . Thats how a story is born and is relived a million times in the unfettered imagination of its readers and thereby gives life to its characters .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">One such pen of a notorious and a secretive writer nudged the characters to write a story of their own on their own, when exchanged with the right person . And thus a story began with the exchange of a pen . The mighty magical pen started to give life to the words and with life , came love . A Love that brought the moon and the sun together , and sealed the fire and water in a magical sphere for eternity . A love that sealed me with her for life . </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">When we first met , she used to give me a look . I thought she either found me intriguing or outright non-sense . Her eyes could convey a million things in seconds and those eyes had depth that i never thought would consume me . Being a twin , she was special , and the most talkative/active among the two , hyperactive would be the right word . Its always a whirlwind of emotions and reactions radiating from her . </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Can i have a pen , please ?" , she would ask . Thats all the conversation we had in the initial days . I never thought Linda Goodman who i was introduced to in my college would forge a bridge between us now . I actually barged in on one of her conversations and asked her if she was a scorpio . She gazed at me and smiled . My observation was acknowledged and she asked me to tell more about her. I seemed to have done really well . </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She was young , growing up and with a lot of tricks up her sleeve . Palmistry , psychology , tradition and astrology forged conversations . All her words were filled with hope , character , individuality and a dash of irrepressible intelligence . Her enthusiasm was riveting . We started out playing mind games , giving each other half truths and a lot of lies and nudged the other to find the real meaning .She was enjoying it and so was I . We were trying to prove who was more clever . She always had the habit of twirling and twisting her hair on one side and i kept teasing her a lot for that .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I for someone rare reason was forcing her to talk to me in emails . A very rare one ofcourse. Who types out an email when you whatsapp??!!?? She was intrigued and at the same time annoyed that i didnt think of sharing our phone numbers . I seriously dont know why i resorted to emails with her but that intrigue of hers changed a lot of things .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Days moved , stories were shared , and people connected . A storm was brewing and in this way we both fell head over heels into love .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Initially there was no confession of love from my side , i was rather secretive , but we just randomly jumped into talking about our marriage and making plans for that . We talked a lot about our past and how things transpired to bring us together and feel all nostalgic .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">When everyone called me a robot for the lack of emotional responses , she chose the word snowy as in snow man . It was something special and warm . So now me being a typical snow man , i just stood in one place , she had to drag me around and sometimes it really drove her crazy . Then as you can imagine it resulted in a full on war . A war !!! seriously !! My emotions are rather rare and short lived and hers is the exact opposite . My anger would fly away in an instant as i would forget it and it lingers around in her mind consuming her and then she would find light and smile upon me , with so much realization like a mother's smile ( I know why you did that , kinda smile ) . </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She is a good singer but is always way too shy to sing for me . I will have to ask her a million times before she goes into a silent mode and when i ask her the reason for silence , she would say that she is getting into the tune and then a melody will follow . She will be solid , in choosing only the songs that matches her range , anything else suggested will be shunned away mercilessly .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">My writing , though being average at best , was consider to be good and she liked it too much . She would always ask me to write out an email for her and i would , at times . When i dont , its either a sweet dissapointment ( i know u cant write until you feel like ) or the blow of a war horn . I considered her to be an over sweet idly van . Idly van !! Rare aint it ?? . Thats because she gobbles up idlies like anything and she would want a hundred varities of chutneys with it .Hush-hush , thats a secret .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">My entire world became hers . She was instantly a favouite for my mother and to all my friends . They all adored her too much , which sometimes backfired for me . She would say , </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"They all love me so much and you of all people , sit in one place like a rock . Dushta !!" .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Yes i am the dushtan for my raakshashi. I became a dushtan whenever my reactions or words became restricted . I would reason with her , but reasoning with her when she is upset is like trying to make a baby eat something that tastes unpleasant . She would wiggle out of the reasoning zone and there stages a thaandavam , which is better only if i sit silently and watch and anything else makes it a ferocious one .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Whenever im out with friends or family , she wont even ping me . She granted me my space and believe me its a huge space that i demanded and she only smiled for it . She had so much understanding and there was so much freedom . I fell in love with that freedom . I fell with her understanding . I fell in love with her passion and trust . </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She sketched for me , wrote letters , emails and she was doing a lot of things . Her passion made her to cook . The easiest way to a man's heart is through his stomach and she knew that very well and she was a natural when it came to cooking . Paayasam was the first to my heart and when i dunked a spoon and took it out i could see loads of cashew and pista and with that, all her effort and love . I am a biriyani fanatic and she is becoming an expert at that too . What more can a foodie wish for than a partner who can cook well and with love !! Blessed , i am .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">An opposite to me when it comes to movies . I am crazy about movies and TV series and she being a kid cant sit in one place for minutes together . She would watch a 3 hour movie in 30 minutes and text me with numerous smilies that she finished watching it . I used to be baffled . I still am , how can anyone finish a movie in 20-30 minutes !!! Seriously !!! Music too calls for a fight . Its a typical Illayaraja VS ARR , with her supporting Illayaraja claiming that all of his work is heavenly and nothing can even come close . I like Illayaraja but can never give up on ARR and so a war is called for .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">My indifference , restrictions and selfishness would rattle her and her uncontrollable anger would infuriate me and then begins the clash of the fire and water sealed in a magical globe for eternity . Fight , love , more fights - more love .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Whats so rare about her is that she never expects anything other than time . She is not materialistic , doesnt mind anything about money , values people a lot , cherishes family and understands its importance . In a world where expensive gifts and star hotel treats make women happy , she would be elated with one email from me , a short one is enough to lift her mood up and make her jump in joy . A rare one she is!!! She is a solid woman , yet a extremely mischievious kid for me . A kid that no one else could have and probably would never see . And that is how the dushtan fell in love with the raakshashi and was consumed by the depths of her magnetic eyes .<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Sundari penne</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Oyyara nadai azhagi</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680415959384125552.post-64902006553070636702015-09-01T09:58:00.001+05:302015-09-01T09:58:51.308+05:30Empty thoughts.. <p dir="ltr">Staring at my phone I sit on a stone bench, with the music of the birds,  the roar of the fountain, the buzzing sound of the bees around these beautiful flowers keeping me company.  The breeze strokes my face gently, making me forget everything around me and whispers in my ears that happiness is all around. Yes it is, but for me it seems quite far away... </p>
<p dir="ltr">Way beyond those roaring fountains and the concrete building. This place soothes me, the place away from faces, words, emotions and responsibilities but I can't stay here. Although I love this little paradise I found, I still have to get back to my world... The world full of keyboards and the usualities. This patch of green that's something close to wilderness and the solitude is making me sit for hours and I have been.. But I need to move out.. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Here in this paradise of mine, there is no room for anger, disappointments, failure, or any kind of emotions. It's just you and the flowers here make you feel the way u want to. This little space of mine... Is what's still holding me... </p>
<p dir="ltr">Hmmm...I should be getting back now. There is more to say but the words seem to fly away... I just wish that everyone around me is as happy as these trees and flowers are jumping, dancing and waving in joy and happiness. A wish... Just a wish... <br><br></p>
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Yes I said it and I'm sure most of you will agree too. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Over the past few years we all have been running towards an ever changing and a complicated route to an invisible target,  influenced either by the society or our decision to be like everybody else around. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Technology has made us more efficient and supremely lazy.  This technology thats ruling all our lives demands everything back in return. Years back,  expertise in one skill would have made life easier.  Our dads and grand dads would have lived happily with being an expert in one area.  But now,  time is running fast and specialisation in one area is bound to make you obsolete,  not in the long run,  but in just few years or may be less than that.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Being in I.T field,  expert or trying to be an expert in just one area or tech,  will give you a mighty chance for the coveted pink slip or a way to total oblivion. I understand that there are a lot of no-expert guys around for years,  but would like to not comment on that. One has to keep changing and adapt to the constantly upgrading mechanics.  Be one with the dynamics or don't be at all.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The so called Continous learning is a tedious task.  To adapt,  you might starting learning something on our own. Self learning with nothing but the interest to learn is a total myth.  There has to be strong motivation or else we all know how things will go.  Half way thru or may be before that we will stall that and succumb to the million diversions,  poking us connivingly every day.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Now some people dont give in to this bad habit of learning and would let things go as long as it goes and in the way it does.  These are cool dudes or dudettes. Now I am and I know most of you will come under this category.  We are the ones that find I.T creepy.  There are several Boltons,  Baelish and cerceis around in various roles and levels waiting to slit your throats in April and sometimes whenever there is chance to. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Apart from being creepy,  everything around is monotonic.  Same bus,  same gate and the same desktop for years to come and please know that I made a 'damn it' face when typing that.  I even try entering via a different gate at some point just for a change and that doesn't help much. This drives us crazy and a sub-section of us begins to think .</p>
<p dir="ltr">These dudes and dudettes go through these phase in I.T , shocking similar to the 6 stages of exorcism :P.  Please note that guys with girl friends or wife in I.T do not fit into this category.  No comments on that species too ( aama da jealousy dhan) </p>
<p dir="ltr">1. The Presence. The field establishes its presence and lures you in .</p>
<p dir="ltr">2. Pretense. Attempts to make you believe in work life balance , career growth and a peaceful life and a buttload of money .</p>
<p dir="ltr">3. Breakpoint. This is the 2 year confirmation and the namesake promotion that will state its firm hold on you .</p>
<p dir="ltr">4. The Voice. Also a sign of the Breakpoint, the Voice is inordinately alluring and promises a change in everything . This phase will involve onsite and the good payslips tagged with that .</p>
<p dir="ltr">5. The Clash. As the Voice dies out, there is a tremendous pressure and the need to stand on your own legs . This is the phase where you begin to explore other carrer options for life thats in your control . The battle begins between the comfort I.T offers and the urge to move out ( this includes jumping to another company , going for higher studies and starting an own business )</p>
<p dir="ltr">6. Expulsion. In a supreme triumph of your will to break free of cluthes and be self made, the person leaves , and the honour is reclaimed. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Whats happens then , should mostly be happy . </p>
<p dir="ltr">Im currently in the 5th phase . I might win it over or surrender to it but every person i see , right from auto drivers , gym owner and any investment banker i accidentally get to meet , im asking for options and ideas , collecting details through every new thing i get to see , for me to establish something on my own and be my own employer . As said before , all these could die out for numerous reasons , leaving me tapping the keys in my key board for years . Lets see how things goes . </p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680415959384125552.post-42564558321411219892015-05-10T17:49:00.001+05:302015-05-10T18:01:02.494+05:30Arjun Prasad <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Thats an old saying , i dont belive in . One that survived the years , because it gives hope . Hope - An excuse for lack of action , for those who are weak to fight for it and those without desire .</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I have money , enough to be happy but to stay happy i need respect not the one that comes towards an act of kindness but the one that demands it - Fear . Because people forget good things , its the bad that stands for time , passed on to generations , to make them believe that there is always something or someone who can get to them and make them suffer . Its this feeling that drives humanity . Its the fear , that makes the whole world docile , except for few men with true vision . </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">So Yes , i am not from the world you see , not from yours , but from the one hidden in its shadows . Shadows of your indifference . Your lack of interest in anything that doesnt affect you directly . Its the men born from these shadows that rule you now and make you cheer for them . Men with desire for power and the ability to act the leader you want to see , you want them to be and make you believe . They take everything thats yours and deem you irrelevant and treat you worthless. I am not them either . I dont need anything thats yours .</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I do not have desire , I am a man with ambition , principles and conviction . You dont need an actor , you need an doctor . The one that can heal this city . </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">A step towards a change needs surgical precision and patience . Things that matter - needs focus , focus away from texting and the 1000 channels and their worthless shows in the satellite dish . </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I am not worried with some nay sayers calling me bad . I am the necessary evil , the one that this city needs . I am born from the shadows , but i belong with light . I will rid this city of those unworthy lives . I will take it from the hands of jugglers and recreate it . I will clean the dirt with the blood of those that infect my city .</span></div>
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<i>Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine.</i> <br />
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Now!! that's the line to start describing this experience with. I'm not an avid follower of malayalam movies but the good ones doesn't get to evade me so easily. The first look poster, DQ - Nithya, and with the way the trailer leaves an impression with its wonderful music and an intriguing cinematography, this movie went into my must-watch list instantly. Today I had the pleasure of experiencing, as I would like to call it, Jenuse mohamed's 100 days of love.<br />
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What makes this movie special apart from the technical finesse is the great performance.<br />
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The best thing about the protagonist, DQ is his subtlety and he fits perfectly into the role of BKN. You don't get to see a single scene where he either over-performs or under-performs. Nithya is gorgeous (if that word can actually define just the being she is) . <br />
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<b>"Her smile was magic"</b>, exclaims BKN when describing their special moment to his friend Ummar. I second you dude. It indeed is magic. She is unconventional and that makes her truly special, as the character she portrays - Sheela. So the movie is exactly 100 days of love from BKN's perspective, with the 100th day being the climax . The director's love for art and his interest in retro and classics is quite evident and that makes the movie all the more interesting.<br />
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100 days Of Love Official Trailer: <a href="https://youtu.be/YiqlXC3XKO0">https://youtu.be/YiqlXC3XKO0</a><br />
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Ummar - BKN's friend, Mr.Rahul - (such a cliché - that's exactly how Jenuse describes the character) and Sheela's parents, all have done their part perfectly. <br />
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Govind Menon's songs are good but the background score is in a completely different level and is scintillating. He lures you graciously into the dreamy romantic experience the story is set to offer you. The trailer is more than enough to stand as proof.<br />
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‘Hridayathin Niramayi’ 100 Days of Love - Time to go retro with romance - <a href="https://youtu.be/cI7UIlMgT00">https://youtu.be/cI7UIlMgT00</a><br />
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The cinematography paints Jenuse's romantic tale with magic and the colors that would definitely make you love the painting, the movie is. If it's one scene to quote, it would be the one where BKN and Sheela first meet - the rain, the reflections, her smile and his awe - just perfect and magical.<br />
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I have tried my best to not stride in the path of revealing the story / plot and spoil the experience but couldn't resist the urge to applaud the simplicity and the talent.<br />
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The movie is like a painting, simple and yet beautiful, that leaves you with warmth and a smile on your face.<br />
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I give it a 4/6 ( why rate it always on 5 ;-))<br />
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The sublime glow of a chimney lamp from a small cottage
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up the road will take me there . It was a place of antique beauty , will thick
shrubs around , blue bells popping out from few of the them and the smoke
rising up to the sky from the chimneys of classic old brick houses . But
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I expected roads unpaved and less trodden , the absence of
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in cycles and walking . I entered gawking at the unexpected crowd of cars lined
up near the entrance and stared beyond to see two long roads running through
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I strayed out off the road and wandered the field , where
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tried leaves around and i heard a soft hustle . Smiling i tried to tread slowly
and softly and i found them . A herd of wild deer grazing and there i lost the
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birds started to sing .I looked around to the beauty of solitude and then
spotted him . He started directly at me , his crowned head high and without a
flinch . I moved further towards him slowly and with respect . I take my camera
forward to capture the moment and that's when he slowly moved away . Desperate ,
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rested myself on the ground and straight ahead in front of me was a lake , blue
as sapphire and adorned with a dense pack of trees all around . I was there ,
only me . Most unique thing was a single tree standing right in the middle of
it all . Magnificent yet simple . I didn’t want to leave the place and i sat
there for hours capturing every bit of it my mind and if it am a great artist i
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<li>Splendid high pixel density , HD 5.5” screen .</li>
<li>Decent design with a textured plastic (i basically hate
samsung’s design ) which makes it look premium in all ways .</li>
<li>The S Pen , much better than the previous version and is
what that keeps other flagships far far away from this .</li>
<li>Jedi tricks like, scrolling email and internet browser with
your face movements . Waving your hand around to move things in the phone , smart pause , smart play , air view ,
motions , hands free , multi window (& multi window inside multi window)and
all that Samsung could muster to help you show-off . </li>
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<li>Touchwiz does not look
professional . With Note 3 advertised majorly around the professional side ,
the skin is a bit too cartoony , which seriously needs update . I would prefer
Sense(HTC) or Flat(Xperia) UI when it comes to professional looks .</li>
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Can you live without your current smartphone for a day or two ? <br />
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The answer is definitely <strong>Yes</strong> but its very very difficult for most people like me . In an era where smartphone has become an integral part of many lives , losing it or not being with it is not an easy task .<br />
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So , what do i do with my smartphone ?<br />
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<li>Most important thing are my contacts .</li>
<li> I keep in touch with as many as i could and maintain my circle of friends , share things , hardships , fun , photos , etc.,</li>
<li>Email Accounts , Social networks , Chat services , sometimes banking apps .</li>
<li>Imporant documents either as a primary copy or for backup .</li>
<li>Almost 16 Gig contents (music , photos , and videos)</li>
<li>And more importantly , my smartphone has become an extended part of myself that i would always keep with me and never leave it alone .. I mean never .</li>
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Mine was also a priced proud possesion . It was sony's first waterproof , scratch proof and SHATTER proof smartphone and had an awsome 12 MP camera . It soon became something extraordinary and everybody got to know about it as the phone which still works when dropped a 100 times and drowned in water several times . I was proud to hold it in my hands . It was not a shimmering piece of work but a sturdy rugged one that i loved holding in my hands . More than all that , it held a lot of me within it , a lot ..and became something of a bridge to my past and future .<br />
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I missed it in less than a minute . It was in a movie hall . I stood up from the seat and took two steps and realized my heart dropping down to my knees . It was missing . That weight is gone . I start swearing and cursing and barged in and broker the crowd moving from their seats . I knelt down , searched around , as much as i could and it was gone . But i still had hope the i could find it . I quickly ran around trying to observe and identify any single thing that could lead me to my phone , but in vain . The added crowd in the cinema's lobby for the new releases made it even more difficult .<br />
I found a friend , borrowed his phone and gave a ring and it rang and for a moment i was happy , happy that someone would pick it up and tell me ' Oh !! is it yours !! I just found it here ' ... but didnt happen . The next call went directly to voice mail and all the hope i had drained away that i felt so stranded .<br />
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It became quite clear that its gone - stolen !! The worst thing is that i didnt have a password lock .<br />
I cant help the data but i could save my email accounts , i quickly started resetting access to everything and blocked my sim . Now that it gone , i am vulnerable to too many complications , so i started creating proofs and eveidence that i reported my phone stolen . If you ever come to my situation , go to this link and register a complaint first : <a href="https://online.met.police.uk/report/report.php">https://online.met.police.uk/report/report.php</a> .<br />
It was very very useful . <br />
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I also called the non-emergency number for london police and was told that a complaint would not be taken if it was lost in a privately managed place . Confused , i began to worry more . But next day , i was called by london police with reference to the complaint i registered online and all details were collected including IMEI . Anyone tried to sell my phone in any registered exchange or cash converters , a check for the IMEI would be run and police would be notified and that i have a slightlest chance of getting my phone back . <br />
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It was quite clear that i am not going to get it back but i made sure i save myself and my data getting into any further complications<br />
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If you have lost your mobile , this is what you will do .<br />
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<li>Reset all applications password .</li>
<li>If you lost it in london , register a complaint <a href="https://online.met.police.uk/report/report.php" target="_blank">here</a> </li>
<li>Call your network provider and block your sim card or if possible your phone too with its IMEI number .</li>
<li>Have slightest satisfaction that alteast you have some proofs with you to fight your vulnreability .</li>
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and lessons learnt <br />
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<li> ALWAYS HAVE A PASSWORD LOCK FOR YOUR PHONE .</li>
<li>Install some apps which would help you locate or lock down your phone remotely .</li>
<li>If you are an android user ,make sure you have this configured - <a href="https://www.google.com/android/devicemanager">https://www.google.com/android/devicemanager</a></li>
<li>Always have a back up of your data . Sweat not !! There are loads of apps which perform scheduled backup .</li>
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Hope you dont lose your phone , but if you do , make sure you are not as unprepared as i was . <br />
My next , shall not be just another phone but something more .</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680415959384125552.post-33168622802445215402013-12-17T17:59:00.002+05:302013-12-17T18:54:19.059+05:30Against Solitude<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Long has it been .</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The feeling of togetherness,fun and frolicking almost forgotten but never cleared away as they are memories of a good time that always linger around . Memories that remain to provide company when solitude begins to suffocate .</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The blistering cold wind rips the color and life off things around .It also leaves a storm swirling in your mind that brings flashes of memories that bares the emptiness in you that you no longer feel the difference between the bare branches of a tree and the lifeless journey for money and fame .</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Scrolling through the contacts in phone , remembering and listening the past thats bonded with each name and the beeps , takes away the forced reclusion and brings life closer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The fight against this wilderness would have been lost long ago and made confinement hold my fort if not for my phone . The heads bent down and the fingers clicking the hard plastic or the glowing glass screen , in trains and buses , in places around , reminds and comforts that this is a war of many and not just one .</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">With science as the only bridge between time and distance , many stand their fort against solitude and only hope to win . But hope is all that is required to keep moving ahead .</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680415959384125552.post-34182983411505605632013-11-18T01:04:00.001+05:302013-11-18T01:10:52.192+05:30Vanished in thin airI write and now I realize .<div><br><div>The flow of words or emotions can never be reproduced .</div><div><br></div><div>I was writing , the flow of words eased my unsettling mind ....a network glitch and all those hundreds of words vanished with no trace . </div><div><br></div><div>I sit again trying to recreate it and my words are hurdled , my thoughts running berserk and me ashamed and fragile with no control over my words or emotions .</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680415959384125552.post-24451727757121987432013-10-12T23:29:00.001+05:302013-10-12T23:32:17.505+05:30A Fresh Start - My London Diary 01<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Writing , always felt comfortable . The flow of words from your mind to the screen has a kick to it . I am not a good writer but i like to write .<br />
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My London diary is not peacockery , its nothing but a way to share the experiences of a Chennai Paiyann in London . This is actually my first long trip ever , out of Chennai . Amidst a lot of emotions , tears , smiles , surprises , excitement , fear , big and long byes , i left Chennai . Everything beyond that line was a first time experience - Flight , the view from up top (Chennai looked lovely) , air hostess , conversations with a stranger , it was all new .<br />
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A cold breeze , welcomed me to London , making me shiver, forcing me to wear my jacket and ruined my challenge to handle the cold . Shivering , i walked across a lot of strange faces , through a bunch of formalities and finally to a face , i knew all too well - My colleague .<br />
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Its been a long time since , and if i started typing about every single moment , its gonna be a very big essay that even i wouldn't wanna read later . So long story short - London is good and i am all settled and well . I miss home , but sometimes few things have to happen . This life , though being hugely different , is not as difficult as i expected it to be . I somehow have adapted to it .<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0London, UK51.511213899999987 -0.1198243999999704151.195100899999986 -0.7652713999999704 51.827326899999989 0.52562260000002958tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680415959384125552.post-28578918604124630952013-04-22T20:49:00.001+05:302013-04-22T20:49:05.759+05:30Bus diaries - a pleasant one!<p>Sometimes,  with the remains of the day we will feel pleasant and contended for no reason.  That time,  when every song you listen to is wonderful and everything you see is beautiful . Today,  is oddly that kind of day for me. A pleasant eccentricity!! </p>
<p>With half a window open, I invite the wind and the world to show me its wonder. The bus was moving rather faster today, leaving more entry for the wind to play around. Streaks of hair from a girl sleeping in the front seat,  was dangling and trying to reach out from the corner of the seat . It brought a smile on my face. <br>
Smiling,  I stared outside to see the world - busy and colorful. <br>
Buildings with colorful lights ran behind me,  bikes and cars honking and moving,  all rushing to be at a place they want to be.  Every office building is releasing its set of lives into the road and sending them off, to their wife and children,  to their parents,  to their friends or to their solitude,  eager to talk,  eager to fight,  eager to eat.... Eager to live with,  they rush by.  The wind brings the flavour of the food being cooked,  from the restaurants,  adding masala to this tranquility and gently waking up my hunger with the tasty smell! </p>
<p>I sit here enjoying,  while the  conversations in the bus ,try to seep into my ears through the gaps in my music and asking for my attention. The turns of the road,  slowly making me slide aside,  as if with a friendly nudge and the brakes in between,  bringing everything to a momentary standstill. The road running in front and the driver chasing it to my place with all those tiny little vehicles running around, makes me look with amusement,  as if a prince watching the court jesters play around to put up a nice show.</p>
<p>I sit back,  my right hand casually over my head,  and taking this all in and thinking how an odd sense of calmness can change the way we see things.  A rare feeling!!! </p>
<p>May be its the wonderful voices singing to me!! </p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680415959384125552.post-57752398140144492802013-03-09T22:15:00.002+05:302013-03-09T22:19:51.862+05:30Unfinished - Day dreaming<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>I think i started typin this sometime back , when i was in bus , on d way to office . This has been lying in my drafts for a long time . I dont wanna complete it now ... it was a broken day dream and shall remain as one . So just publishing it.....</i><br />
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With the horns honking, engines roaring and the tress moving , it is nothing but a typical week day . But I am left with a discomfort in my heart. My book, remained deserted with no words to feed it and a fine coat of dust ruining its gloss . I sit up, determined to revive it and sought for words from my mind, but it was rather completely obstinate providing me with no words or clarity. <br />
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May be it was because of all the noise around. It was time to switch the view, change the channel to a more comforting one. I did !!! and found myself drowning in a sea that's so unusually violent, throwing and dangling me to corners... It was as if the waters were playing with me..... I could feel the air moving slowly out of my lungs... The cold water rushed into me . The dampness ran a chill down my spine, I was scared that I might get lost and I could see things darkening around me. I was confused !! This is a world I created and why am I being drowned and there came a spark, a sudden realization that this is indeed my world. The panic left me that instance and now I could breathe, under water and things turned calm as I regained control. I floated and gloated about my control as I stood over a mass of water, splashing , running and at times gently caressing me. <br />
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I kept walking and found the clouds turning a crimson red, signalling the rise of my friend. I enjoyed seeing him rise from beyond the mountains. It wasn't a fluke that I saw him first, so I decided to play around for a while . But he soon found me , making me cringe by flashing his rays over my face - Show off!! <br />
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I treaded the waters and raised let the air around me to push me up. I shot up crossing through the velvety clouds scattering them from a big pile of smoke to tiny fragments of patterns, left to take shape as willed by their viewers.<br />
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Oblivious to the fact that im reaching him , he was shining and playing around. Hair waving like hell with the air gushing around me and drying the dampness off me, I felt the cold leaving me and a comforting warmth taking its place. I am now a few feet away from him thinking how I could prank him this time. He turned and found me, leaving me sulking with disappointment. That moved away and then he asked me why I was here. I told him about my book and how I wished to write something in it. He just smirked and told me that I have a lot written already. Bewildered, I told him that I came in search of something, that's stuck deep down in my mind, trying to unleash it and flow through my fingers as world making them an part of my book, but I couldn't find them exactly. You have to go deep to find it was all he said and the next moment I was dropping down out of control and heading towards a most likely, an ugly dive in the deep blue sea. <br />
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But this time it was different. There was a limitless amount of words and letters swimming around, a few coming close to me and drifting away. Flashes of images and voices were everywhere , whispering things. One voice was different, dark and grumbling and came from a deep dark cave beyond . I moved near secret, the whale came and stood directly in front of me, chasing away all the words that were around me, a moment before. A low grumble and it questioned me, in a dark................<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680415959384125552.post-48082680125276997082013-02-09T21:59:00.001+05:302013-03-09T22:08:30.556+05:30Abandoned<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680415959384125552.post-54206157648778071952013-02-03T22:01:00.001+05:302013-02-04T07:18:12.415+05:30Kadal<blockquote></blockquote> <p> </p> <p>The trailer told us what the plot was . The reviews would have told you what the movie is .</p> <p>In my opinion , Kadal is not as expected , not even close .</p> <p>The first half has a few noticeable and well placed scenes which really gives off Mani’s aura but it fades and flickers in a predictable , dull and not so interesting second half .</p> <p>Bermes as pure evil is perfect and so is Father Sam but the growth of these characters is rather naive .</p> <p>The scene where Bermes tricks , Father Sam in a trap and the whole crowd losing their trust and bringing down a man of faith is nice . Expecting a perfect rise of that character after such a downfall , i was left disappointed as Mani had just decided to let it be , just like that .</p> <p>On the performance front , everyone has done their best . Gautam Karthik has the stuff and has performed very naturally !! Thulasi Nair was actually a pain to the eyes !! Somehow i just couldn't see beauty or innocence in her .</p> <p>The coming back of the man of faith – big let down . The end of Bermes , the evil – predictable !! Thomas and Beatrice – cute enough . </p> <p>The crossing of swords between the two isn't well made and the poignancy expected in a Mani’s film is no where found .</p> <p> </p> <p>* Diff websites give diff name for Arjun’s role …. Bernes is just another version .</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680415959384125552.post-26472009829661315962012-12-15T19:08:00.001+05:302012-12-15T19:49:45.946+05:30Needhane En Ponvasandham - My opinion <p>The movie began with deafening roars,  claps and whistles from the audience - not for the hero - but for Santhanam. This man is clearly the fav of the masses.  </p>
<p>The movie is all about the emotional outbursts between Varun (Jeeva) and Nithya(Samantha) . They fight,  break up,  meet up after sometime and again fight - break up and there u go...  That's all the movie is about. </p>
<p>It did look cute,  when it began and slowly it turned out to be totally annoying. The crowd became restless even before the interval and there were disaapointed voices from the audience like " Gautam ku enna da aachu?  " , " Machi ! Idu theatre la oru vaaram kooda thaangadhu polaye" , etc... I leave the rest to your assumption.  </p>
<p>This movie is completely Samantha-centric and she is gorgeous at times and also the other way around . <br>
["Kudutha kaasukku mattum nadima plz " - audience voice. ]</p>
<p>Jeeva is just the usual romantic - dude!!  Nothing worth mentioning there.  </p>
<p>The music is the only thing that can make the movie watchable,  atleast once.  I just felt like the movie is overpacked with music and does make you uneasy,  occasionaly. </p>
<p>Towards the end,  audience completely lost it and few started to leave and there were irritated shouts and grunts from majority of the crowd.  </p>
<p>NEP will do no worthy business in B & C centres.  Even in A regions - it might hold on for a few days.  Its way too dramatic even to be enjoyed by people in love.</p>
<p>The end credits were welcomed with a big sigh of relief and applause.  Most crowd came out with a - "Shabba mudiyala da saami ".</p>
<p>NEP - is a successful, headache provider.  </p>
<div class='separator' style='clear: both; text-align: center;'> <a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNKmNxdy3ARPxOkIS6pxkv22w0VhWAP40KHqn1MSg3KD5jc9qfA2AiatptJx7s-g-RPPhbl31GjRTPuOfXxf3eypN4azg6Gk5XYWTTF0JFaGMXIyXp65Ze6WKtYzzmU3xc4-XBgJCawdY/s1600/images.jpeg' imageanchor='1' style='margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;'> <img border='0' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNKmNxdy3ARPxOkIS6pxkv22w0VhWAP40KHqn1MSg3KD5jc9qfA2AiatptJx7s-g-RPPhbl31GjRTPuOfXxf3eypN4azg6Gk5XYWTTF0JFaGMXIyXp65Ze6WKtYzzmU3xc4-XBgJCawdY/s640/images.jpeg' /> </a> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680415959384125552.post-1193988039566844382012-09-23T17:34:00.001+05:302012-09-23T17:34:07.360+05:30Creature of Anger<p> </p> <p>A war is raging . Echoes of shrieking from a creature of madness . Running berserk and smashing everything around . It pays no heed to the voices of redemption . Its is trying to rip itself open to release the frustration . A war is raging , in my mind .</p> <p>Can no longer take it , can no longer control it . The walls of my mind keep breaking down . The creature’s prison shattered to pieces .It keeps biting and kicking , slamming against everything . </p> <p>It had drowned out the day , making its miserable . Music , movies and nothing couldn’t stand in its way . The exiled creature is back to claim its price after years . A day long torment wont be enough , it asks for more . </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-yWxfiB9geHk/UF76rS-dQ0I/AAAAAAAABfI/NqXYm9hEsRw/s1600-h/__ANGER___by_Nocturnal_Shadows%25255B10%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="__ANGER___by_Nocturnal_Shadows" border="0" alt="__ANGER___by_Nocturnal_Shadows" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-YnXkH1nNIiY/UF76s1ZpMgI/AAAAAAAABfQ/pFwP0DEEYjg/__ANGER___by_Nocturnal_Shadows_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="677" height="599"></a></p> <p>A small sign of weakness , disappointment and hurt , the sense of isolation and abandonment has eased the walls of its prison . I can feel the earth tremble below my eyes or is it me trembling . Its growling is making me mad . </p> <p>I have to imprison it or sink it down , I cannot let it loose or it will waste everything . Im trying all that I could , but its all because of you . You have let it loose …….the anger , the madness contained in myself .</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680415959384125552.post-72601478054230241732012-09-23T13:30:00.001+05:302012-09-23T13:30:41.508+05:30Pushing the limit<p> </p> <p>No one knows anyone completely , we choose what to show and what to see . There are always some exceptions to this like our Mom , Dad or a very close friend who you have given the keys to open many doors of our life . </p> <p>I cannot comment on how the Gen-Pop is , but I do no trust anyone with those keys that easily . There are always tests before you get to trust someone completely and let them in and there is always someone , who just directly gets into your heart , you cant explain why but that always happens . There are always some people in everyone’s life who just earn our trust in a very short time and become our world outside family , sometimes as everything . In my case , it’s a friend .</p> <p>Many walls around me ,just turned to dust for him . This level of trust and the “no-limit” relationship is new to me . I had serious doubts , I just couldn’t believe myself that I smashed and changed so many for him . My friend sensed my perturbations . No explanations could convince me or erase the doubts I had as to why I changed for him . So involuntarily I kept testing him . He clearly knew what I was doing , he understood me and let me do whatever I want . Every single test ,proved me wrong . Then slowly things developed , I understood TRUE friendship .</p> <p>My ability to clean my mind of the hurtful things people have told me ,<em> either intentionally or the other way around</em> , is seriously bad . They just get glued to my memories and wont fade away . Whenever I get cranky , all these come to my mind and just makes things worse . I don’t mind saying anything bad to those who intentionally told me things , but not to those who might have told things accidentally or for fun . But I couldn’t prevent myself from doing so . I just hurt them . Apologizing later might cool things a bit , but I often leave a scar . </p> <p>I have been doing the same thing , even to the friend I talked about . When I sulk , I prick . Opening up so much for a person have made me develop a few expectations and at sometimes they do hurt . Well not just me but the one involved as well . I shout , and at times I don’t . I talk indifferently to him , but I let him know that im hurt . Few minutes past , I realize that the fault is mine and I apologize . But those few minutes of anger , makes me say so many things that I regret later .</p> <p>To this person , everything is always way beyond extra . Its just limitless . My friendship and anger – both . Its like , when there is any issue or problem – work or in general, I show it all to him , even if he didn’t do anything wrong . I let out my steam , even if he doesn’t even have any idea of what happened . But the best part is , he stands upfront , takes it all , listens to it all and finally when I am done , he jokes at something and make me laugh or probably sing , at times . He almost takes in everything I say and just smiles back . I wonder how a person can be this patient . </p> <p>If he had done something wrong (acc to me) or didn’t do something that he promised he would , I jump in anger and even then , he smiles and apologizes. Once I asked him , if he will ever get fed up or angry – he just smiled and said never . Every time after such an incident , I go through a phase of self-loathing , shame and seeking apology . But everytime , I keep wondering if I am pushing it too hard and worried if things might break . These almost happen regularly . My worries that I am making things hard for him and that I keep torturing him and that I steal away his space , keep getting worse and I end up going through those phases again . </p> <p>I hope he is as strong as he is now , and take all this in . I have invested so much in him and I certainly don’t want things to go south . May be I actually will change as I have in may areas , just for him .</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680415959384125552.post-32598048962390376572012-07-15T16:36:00.001+05:302012-07-21T08:29:48.609+05:30Billa 2 Movie Review – A Random Juggling of Suits , Bullets and Blood<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">What’s It About !</span></strong><br />
A Srilankan Refugee with the thirst to be more and to be better , moves up the ladder to become one of the most feared Dons by eliminating all those who he thinks , are his enemies.<br />
Actually he moves up ,pretty darn slow !!! <br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Analysis :</span></strong><br />
When they re-made the yesteryear Billa , there was so much expectations around it and it did deliver what was expected and acquired a cult status . Now we have Billa-2 , supposedly the first Prequel in Indian Cinema - a movie about the Don’s history . Chakri Toleti , given such a huge opportunity has miserably failed to deliver a worthy prequel . Billa wants to be a DON and he becomes one is the storyline . But how did he come to the level , should have been dealt with much care , rather than a dumb screenplay and nothing but murder all over . <br />
Be it the hero or the villains , there is no proper characterization . Everyone just comes , walks around and dies . Though the first half is manageable , the second half is a total disaster . There is not a single scene in the movie that will make you wanna see again .It is difficult to sustain interest as the pace is going no-where expect to the floors . <br />
The Dialogues is the only positive thing about the movie . After providing such huge hits with his previous films , Yuvan is seriously disappointing . This is definitely not the kind of music for Billa-2 , especially after what he provided for Mankatha and Billa-1 .<br />
Even a good actor , with looks and talent , will need a good screenplay and a powerful music , to satisfy - if not the gen pop , at least his fans . The movie has nothing to invite the audience for the second time . And seriously why are there only items numbers in the movie ?? Probably that is a strategy to bring in repeated audience . But believe me , it is not going to work .<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Performances :</span></strong><br />
Performance ?? – Where and who ??? is what you will think about when you actually see the movie . Mankatha had great scope for Ajith and he did the negative role with so much finesse and it was hugely appreciated . But this movie gives him nothing . Walking around with blood and a rock hard face isnt good enough . Almost all the characters in the movie has nothing to express . They just move their jaws to utter the dialogues , and that’s all there is and nothing more . There are a few scenes which are made to be get huge response from the crowd , but are just frivolous . (Especially the scene where he saves Parvathy and the climax helicopter sequence) .<br />
Well the Ladies !! Bruna Abdulla is just bad .. There s nothing good about her . Parvathy Omanakuttan , despite her looks , fails to provide an impression . <br />
Villain Abbassi is ok but Dimitriv is hilarious !!!<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Bottom-Line :</span></strong><br />
Billa 2 is naïve and boring . Ajith and great cinematography alone cannot run a show . Music , screenplay & direction are just terribly bad . Wont even satisfy Ajith fans . Its for a very specific group of people .<br />
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Billa 2 the beginning – Could have been better.<br />
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<strong>Rating :</strong> 2.5/5 (for the dialogues,camera work and being true to the gangster tone) .</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680415959384125552.post-27367264451582187192012-07-15T11:24:00.001+05:302012-07-15T12:06:16.178+05:30A change of Idea…of Shirts …of Pants<p> </p> <p>If there is one thing that can leave you terribly confused , than calculus or algebra , its choosing your dress . </p> <p>I have many personal experiences where my friends used to spend hours in a store confused , to pick the perfect one . When it comes to formal clothing , first I go with the shirt and then hunt for a suitable pant , and I believe that how most guys would do it . Ready-mades are much less easier to choose from than selecting your fabric and get it tailored . </p> <p>Usually when I go to a store , I pick my clothes in less than 15 minutes . I was very lanky then , so didn’t give too much importance to clothing as anything I wear would look loose or just plainly not-perfect . We even had a gang in college , the gang of skinnies . We prayed to God, seeked his blessings , discussed on what to eat and find out all the possible options out there , but exercise was a strict NO . But at the end of 3rd year in college , GOD decided to show his grace and sent me some fat from heaven <img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-winkingsmile" alt="Winking smile" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-YLjxrbI__cI/UAJk3rO6IRI/AAAAAAAABeU/vxnSCMFGprc/wlEmoticon-winkingsmile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800"> . Now I weigh what a person of my age should and I have even developed a teeny-tiny belly . Though my friends ease me for that , I am so damn happy that they are actually teasing me for my weight , but not like before . I now have some fat attached to my bones . Thank you God !!</p> <p>So now , I wanted to wear stuff that will suit me and would be perfect for me . I decided to opting for tailored clothing . So I asked everyone I knew to suggest me a good one in the area . My brother’s friends suggested me one – Rich N Style . The first time I went there I was baffled with the options and the innumerous styles he suggested and asked me for tailoring . I was like , “What ???” . He understood my reaction and just gave a smile . I naively asked him to do it the way he thinks will suit me best . He smiled and agreed to do so . After a week , when I got them back and tried , I was really glad , they were just perfect .</p> <p>Since I found a wonderful tailor , I have been opting for the latter . It doesn’t take much time for me to choose ready-mades , but this has the total capacity to drive you nuts , but still , the end product will be satisfying . Recently I went to Chennai Silks with my mom and decide that I would do some shopping as well . First I started with the usual , painful task of differentiating between the color tone of pant fabrics . Believe me !! most of’em look very similar and sometimes its really hard to chose from . It was then I saw , these Raymonds boxes at one corner . I went to check on them and found combo packs , which has matching shirt and pant fabrics together . I was like WoW !!! This is what I want , and started to bring down every single box , and began to sort them out . Then had Combo packs from Raymonds , Gini , Grasim , Belmonte , Vimal and so many others . I didn’t have time for all of’em , so just ransacked the Raymond area and picked 5 sets and I promised the guy there , that I would be back with a bunch of friends . </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-33W281z4jO8/UAJbES_EVLI/AAAAAAAABeA/NAm9DkxpAkQ/s1600-h/Desktop%25255B8%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Desktop" border="0" alt="Desktop" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-JMTxS8k_UDo/UAJbF8pOO9I/AAAAAAAABeI/WTWtBJhwNAI/Desktop_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="465"></a></p> <p>If you are in Chennai , and if you prefer getting your clothes tailored , hit Chennai Silks as soon as possible and esp for that price range they are really good .</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680415959384125552.post-22768115496781797612012-06-16T12:29:00.001+05:302012-06-16T12:46:49.827+05:30Its not just a card game<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It was very late . I thought I had to leave the office alone , without any company . The day was very tiring , it would really be good if there was someone to talk to until I reach home . But , today was late and everyone has already left except the hard truth that I have to go alone . <br />
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I was walking to the gate when a friendly voice called my name . It was my college mate Vishwa . I was lifted with comfort in seeing a person I have spent 4 years of my life with , especially now , when I badly wanted someone. We were in the same hostel . He is big talker , all that I needed now . And as always he began with his ever so funny way and slowly turned my course towards him , moving far far away from work . I can think about and worry about work later , it can wait . Now I have my friend here , with me and I am going to make sure every second is well used .<br />
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He lives near my place with his friends , as do I . He got off the bus and gave me a big bye . I thanked him in my mind, smiling . Without him this bus travel could possibly have been very sulking . I bought some food as my friends asked me to , from a hotel and reached home . All were waiting for me .. ahem for the food actually . Judging by the way they hurried to open up the packages , I was sure they were ravenous .<br />
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It was well past 1 am , when one of my room mate suggested we play cards . It was Friday night and we don’t have to wake up early tomorrow for office and what's better to do and what's more fun than playing cards with your friends . So , we all grouped together and formed a circle , ready for the game .We started playing , and there was nothing else in our mind . What happened , what is to happen and the deeply hidden painful sorrow of living away from your parents , didn’t matter anymore . We were having fun.<br />
We won , we lost , we made fun of each other , we teased , we kicked and punched , we did so many things and finally it was 3 in the night when we called it in . <br />
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I felt very relieved and light . All that I was worrying about a few hours ago , now gone from my mind . It was full of content and I dozed off the moment my face touched my pillow .<br />
Without these guys , my FRIENDS , I have no idea how I would handle all these , or for that matter how anyone might handle things . The second biggest gift one could get , next to one’s parents , are friends . My friends … the Sparkle of my life .<br />
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680415959384125552.post-48970662631059295252012-06-10T10:15:00.001+05:302012-06-10T10:15:34.110+05:30Traffic violations–What happens if<p> </p> <p>In response to my previous post , many friends of mine wanted to write a post about what actually happens when you are caught for dis-obeying traffic rules . So , here it is .</p> <p>Before I actually get into the topic , I wish to set a few things clear . Traffic police , as in any other departments has hierarchies .There are levels of supervision and each is held responsible to answer the the one under its control . These people in general , work for much longer hours than anyone (usually depending on the place they are in-charge of) . They have their tasks assigned . A particular number of cases are expected to be filed by them . Now this number usually comes with the statistics of the average number of such incidents and to make sure that this avg number is handled to keep things under , if not total control , at least to some level .</p> <p>So what actually happens when you are caught .The personnel who is directly monitoring these traffic finds such people and takes them to their superiors who have the authority to file cases against one . Initially , it was all in paper but now everything is digitized reducing their work and is recorded instantly via GPRS .This not only reduces their work but also keeps a check on illegitimate activities in filing cases . Also note that these people who are authorized to file cases are under the scrutiny of anti-corruption squad (if not always , at times random checks do happen) .</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-5rHRzxm38Wg/T9QmZv1jYnI/AAAAAAAABdY/rl_SMP5Hmec/s1600-h/115464_e-challan%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="115464_e-challan" border="0" alt="115464_e-challan" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-qjLD4ys16C0/T9Qma-VZ18I/AAAAAAAABdc/3aO8_IbtRTI/115464_e-challan_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="445"></a></p> <p>1.E-challan is instantly generated based on the violations and fined . This is instantly stored in a main database .</p> <p>2. The fine varies from 50 to 2500 and goes up along with punishment for very serious issues .</p> <p>3. The fine is accepted at the very spot and a receipt is given . Only serious crimes and violations are directed towards the court . </p> <p>4. FIR is usually filed for accidents and other severities and not for basic traffic violations .</p> <p>These are the very basic stuff that one must know .</p> <p>Obey traffic rules , drive safely and with all documents necessary . Lets make our roads better and safer .</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680415959384125552.post-10883216693543659952012-06-10T08:49:00.001+05:302012-06-10T08:49:41.992+05:30Just Fear and No Responsibility<p> </p> <p>There are many places when you find people responding and bowing down just to threats , cash and fear and not to what is humane . Everything looks fine and seems to be in order , when there is someone around to hold things in chains , trying to control . People just pretend as though they obey but that’s one big sick joke .The moment the chains break or let loose , things go berserk . </p> <p>One thing that deeply bothers me is the traffic . In day light , I don’t think we can bring timings in here , so , it would be apt this way : When there is someone watching you, ready to fine you for even the smallest signs of disobedience , everything appears normal and as how it should be . But most talk badly on these traffic personnel . All that we care is that we are losing money , and not that we have failed to follow rules devised for our safety . Please do note that , I am talking only about things that are legit . Corruption among these people is an entirely different topic (Even if so , we are the ones who brought them into this . Lured them from their duties with money and gifts and made them sick . A sickness that has spread wide and long ).</p> <p>Everyday , I reach my place by 9.45 pm , after work and have to take a 10 minute walk to reach home . With the traffic mess created by the metro rail project it is highly difficult to tread these roads . And during night , when there is no traffic personnel around , the traffic signals just stand there blinking with yellow , red and green which no one seems to notice . There is very rarely one or two that actually give them some attention . Crossing the roads at this state is seriously difficult . At least some cars and bikes stop if they see a group of people crossing but the MTC buses rush towards the group honking and scattering the group to run away to save their lives . They show no compassion to any living thing . </p> <p>Last Friday when I was trying to cross the road with a few other people (The signal was RED and for us (walkers) it was green ) , a guy’s backpack just fell to the road and he stopped to take it up and the stuffs they scattered around . It was then an MTC bus rushed towards him and stopped almost dashing him but the driver was kind enough not to do that . But he started yelling at the guy with so many cusses . The person was decent enough not to fight back and so he moved away apologizing . Btw , The signal was still RED. We were all shocked seeing this . We asked the person as to why he didn’t shout back , and why he apologized even if it wasn’t his mistake . He just said ,”What's the point ? I just wanted to get home . I have no time for this man “ . The bus driver on the other hand , was bold and spoiled enough to shout at someone , when all the wrong is on his shoulder . </p> <p>I was just wondering , what would happen if there was no one to control the traffic and the government decides to let it in the hands of people , thinking that its subjects are mature enough . May be that would work . When they taste the fruits of their mistakes and lack of responsibility may be they will change or they might see everything burn down along with them .</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0