Friday, December 30, 2016

A man called Ove - Concluded

As the year winds up to a close, the book also got over. A man called Ove was such a pleasant experience that it would definitely be one of the best things that happened in 2016. When I was mid way into the book, I was almost certain that this is the best book ever. Hard to say the same emotion is retained towards the end. If one could mercilessly chop off say 20% of the chapters from 60th till 80th percentile, may be it can reclaim the masterclass status.

To sum up, the book is about Ove, an elderly widower, who unable to bear the death of his wife, wants to commit suicide. The book illustrates how his repeated attempts on his own life fails miserably and how the interruptions make him the darling of the very neighborhood, he despises. From an uncompromising person, he is made to change so much and is forced to accommodate all those changes/people in to his life and house, right from an adamant cat to LGBT guy. Even though he doesn’t want to involve others in his life and wants to live an “uncomplicated” life, the turn of events lead to the contrary. In Ove’s view point, he was never allowed to live a life he wanted and not even was he allowed to die when he wanted to. To top it all even his death wasn’t the way he had planned with so many people taking part and sharing their memories about Ove.

Ove will remain one of the most memorable characters I’ve ever read in whatever little number of books I’ve come across for a variety of reasons. He reminds me of my dad in so many ways. His love for his wife over rides every single quirk or thought process of him and to keep her happy he goes to any extent to accommodate. His true feelings for her continues even after her death. The sections dealing with his love for her are heartwarming and his futile fight for justice against a heartless system again makes one feel more closer to his character. There are numerous incidents included to portray Ove as the superman of good Samaritans who can fix anything with a proper tool box. Had most of those been chopped off, Ove would still come out as the darling that he is made out to be. Beyond a point, it felt a over kill of glorifying which even Ove would’ve resented, right from start. But for this extended portions, the book still deserves its adulation and is worth a long, leisure, casual read.

Gils verdict- A man called Ove is like those dishes, that take a really long while to cook and whose taste take forever to leave your senses. You would long for the dish to get ready and wouldn’t want to finish it fast, relishing its essence right from the tip of your tongue all the way to the tummy and would even lick the plate clean. Get your copy and settle with the book for a week-long vacation. Enjoy your outings and settle into Ove’s story for a leisurely break as you wind up for the day. It was a pleasure reading this book and getting to know Ove.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Mandatory year end post

I started this year with this statement as a wish,” Gils plan to be more steady and static. No more jumping and changing. Planning to stand and stay secure for more time to come :)”
It was more like an objective to stick to and it didn’t even last 5 months L Of all the changes that happened this was the saddest and I could never forgive myself for what happened. It was demoralizing to say the least and has left a lasting gash in my psyche. If could go back in time, I would stop myself from making that decision  2 years back that changed the course of my career. But that would’ve meant I would’ve still been doing what I left, a dull boring job which made clichés look brand new. If not that instant I would’ve intervened on my other decision that came like an year back, which was solely attributed to my non-sticky nature that longs for change once familiarity sets in.

I always have the best phases of one’s life coinciding when my mindset is at its peak negative or foul. Probably this is what life is- a cacophony of a mix of being happy and otherwise. 2016 seems like a really long year for I’ve almost forgotten that it was at the beginning of this year only my kid came to stay with us from his native. Like many good things I take for granted, I often under estimate my fair share of joy and rarely celebrate happiness. That is one aspect I want to learn and build on from next year, for I’ve almost mastered the art of grieving. After the kid came home, then only I began to realize how many people are actually staying in our apartment complex!! He has this knack of making friends and almost every one of the household makes it a point to visit him every day. It’s a blessing in no disguise as we definitely needed all the support possible to raise him. It’s no simple statement that it takes a village to raise a kid. Probably needs a tweak that village to be replaced with apartments.

After a professional fiasco cum hara-kiri I deliberately decided to take things slow. The only thing being the constant reminder of the same whenever the impulse to push kicks in. The recent storm taught many a valuable lesson about using resources where even a small candle showed its worth in times of need. It gave a great life lesson on riding through disasters with a sense of togetherness. The very next night of the storm, it was a clear sky with a shiny moon and so many stars. Well, when there is no power and if you couldn’t sleep with mosquitoes doing symphony renditions right on your ears, you get to witness lot many of nature’s specials for the day. There were about a dozen of us, standing in what was our driveway, then resembling amazon jungle set, chatting about the stars and laughing. Don’t remember the last time ever had such conversation with not so known people.  Next came the news of “the death” of “the person”. I could see firsthand how death instantly purifies any and all sins and becomes the ultimate atoner. I could see genuine sympathy and truthful tears being shed. I could also witness the ugly side of ambivalence and opportunism.

2017 is all set to become the year that would rival 2012 for doomsday prediction. With the famed demonetization nearing its year-end deadline, which has all the possibility of extending into the next year and with the blonde wigged bugger itching with this twitching finger for the power center seat of the earth, we are set for interesting times. Or it might all fall flat on its face and we might get to see the emergence of two really strong economies. If not anything, 2017 couldn’t be more drastic in painting a picture of hope vs despair. In just about 4 days time, we will get to know.

Wishing you all a peaceful new year for that was what short in supply in 2016.

Monday, December 26, 2016

Chennai-28 part 2- boys are back

The best thing about the first part of the movie, Chennai-28, that came like a decade back was its originality. The pin code had a role to play and was right in the scheme of things which made the movie a hit. It was a nostalgic walk through for people like me who grew up near that area and all those cricket grounds and lanes and streets had ready recall value. Bonus was the simple story with tongue in cheek one liners and the climax twist that was a roftl howler on the team. Even the songs were memorable and everything clicked well in first part. Very rarely do we get sequels which are a literal continuation with almost the same cast playing their age per the story. A big kudos to the director for the setup. Nothing seems artificial and he has played to the strength of the story pretty well. The cricket crazy boys in first part have all become adults, with none, but for one, are bachelor. They’ve their daily routine life, which other than many things, is totally devoid of playing cricket. They have their kids to take care and all of them have a settled job as well. The heartening aspect of the movie, to me personally, was to see all those carefree set of lovable rogues in well settled life. Felt as if was looking at my own group of friends and all of them are on relatable jobs. Nothing cinematic here as well on their characterization. Their level of interaction, within the thick as thieves group in part one, is also at a believable level for a mature set of people, they are now. And their response to their friend’s wedding and how they use the occasion to rekindle their drunk bouts and how miserably it fails are all told in an utterly believable fashion. There is a throwback to the famous “sopana sundari” character from venkata prabhu’s  previous movies, a legacy inherited from his dad, which allows for an item song in otherwise tight setup storyline. What happens post the song and the twists and turns in the story makes it venture into cinematic storydom. The cricket matches and the way they are covered as exactly similar to how local league matches are covered and is a throwback to the previous version, which made it as its usp. The climax twist is a tribute to vadivelu comedy “but antha dealing enakku romba pudichirunthu” from Giri, where the hero ditches the finals and kidnaps his lady love. The final dialogue from the movie, sums it all up when the friend who badly wants to play the final, calls for his missing team mates, one guy coolly responds, “kazhutha vayasachu inum ennada cricket nu suthitruka” Well the boys are truly grown up. And the final punch on what they will do when/if the village goons chase them to Chennai which premji signs of with “enga areakkay varuvangala..yaaru kitta” -truly mass. The other stand out scene in the movie was, again, way too original and hard hitting in a sense, the mini confrontation between one of the team member and his wife, when she scolds him for lying to her and making it up for the cricket match. He blows his lid and says what is the voice of all those men who are boys at heart and yet have imprisoned their care free attitude for the sake of their family. He goes on to say, for the duration of the tournament, he wants to be who he is, not for the sake of his family, not for the sake of his friends. He just wants  to be what he actually wants to be and relive his life as a boy before he was saddled with the responsibilities of a man. You could hear thundering claps for the dialogue and the wolf whistles literally drown out the bgm that follows the dialogue. On a side note, Mirchi Siva has done a roast all by himself on you tube movie reviewers especially targeting one particular guy who does video reviews. Vachu senjirukanga.

Gils verdict –Except for Siva, I’ve particularly made it a point not to reference any character by their name, for that would defeat the very essence of the movie. Its your bunch of friends and the playing eleven is your group. It’s a story that anyone would’ve grown up with and relate to. Having been a local resident of the very area which is carried in the title, its a relatable one in every sense possible. Chennai 28 – part 2 is a game well played by venkata prabhu and his team.

Thursday, December 22, 2016

The question with no answer

“How do I look”

If 143 is the universal love code for “I love you”, this 3214 should be the universal alert code for men, especially husband folks. However innocuous it may sound, the question has all the traps one could ever fathom and is as tricky as navigating the trap ridden field in “Black Hawk Down” movie.

What do you answer for that question?
More importantly what is the expectation as an answer for this question is what makes it the most difficult question ever posted to “man”kind.

Should you answer honestly?
If you are someone who goes by that virtue as a best policy, probably there are lot of other policies you may’ve to opt for post the answer.

Should you blatantly lie?
It may and will backfire and whatever you said will be held against you and your right to silence can’t save you anymore.

Should you be a constructive critique?
May or may not work and has all the chances of a rework effort involved for both parties which would definitely delay any plan either had.

Should you be downright cynical?
Never works and you are D.O.A

Will a witty response help?
To quote Arnab “Never ever ever ever ever ever ever”.

Should you evade all these mine fields and remain silent?
Note that all your actions or lack of it are recorded for quality purposes and training (for you) and will be retrieved and implemented at a later point of time, multiple times. A viral video on YouTube will be easy to remove than the damage caused by this action.

I’ve rarely, in fact never, seen men folk asking this question. For they knew the answer already and are wise enough not to dig something that is already dead and buried. She made the decision to marry you despite what you are, so why rekindle something that is as good as lifting the dome on Chernobyl to check for leak.

Probably this question should be registered in the hall of fame of ancient riddles posted by Sphinx and all those mythological questions the answers for which will get you unimaginable things. If you do’ve an answer please do share J

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

A man called Ove - again

I don’t have many references to compare. But I can say with all my heart that “A man called OVE” is probably the best I’ve ever read, with still about 60% of the book to complete. As mentioned on my previous post about this book, would take as much time as possible to read it and I am sure would probably read it a lot more times even after I’ve finished reading it, for it has not just impressed the hell out of me, but every time I open that book to read, I simply lose track of all that happen around and start to follow Ove on his daily routine. If there is a list of impossible things to do, "not liking Ove" would probably top the list. Just realized while commenting about the book that OVE is one letter short for LOVE. So much for my takku regarding this.

As the story grows on, what I’ve read till now is about the life of a stubborn old man, OVE, who is a loner and is a stickler for rules. He hates interacting with people especially those who has no respect for rules and doesn’t trust anyone else to do his job. More than lack of trust on others, he trusts his abilities to do things the “old way”. He never needs any “handy men” for doing his minor jobs nor does he favors fancy new foreign items but prefers to go the manual, tried and tested method even though its laborious and physically demanding.  He literally hates people who are dependent on others for doing trivial things (read craft work to support daily life). He tries to commit suicide (till now thrice)and fails each time because of interference from his neighbors, who, despite knowing his nature, had to reach out to him for help. The reason why he attempts to end his life and is hell bent on it, is explained as a poignant love story and the story starts to crisscross between his past and present.

There are some heartwarming punchlines/quotes in the book. There were many but the most recent of the lot and my current favorite is “But if anyone had asked, he would have told them that he never lived before he met her. And not after either” The first part of the sentence makes an appearance when Ove meets his would be wife for the first time and the above sentence, when she dies at the hospital. Probably it sounds clichéd and not a ground breaking original scene worth this hype. But when you travel through the story with Ove, you will feel for his loss and would even realize the reason for his repeated attempts at suicide and even empathize with him. The prior to this quote favorite of mine was “Men are what they are because of what they do. Not what they say”. Had it been a movie scene, you would’ve stood up and applauded your favorite hero, pirouetting in slow motion with BGM blasting away to glory. But not for Ove. It would be dead silence with hardly a twitch and you would see him kick some table slowly a bit and would walk back with his spine straight, as would’ve been his father. The respect he carries for his father, the unquestionable unflinching belief on the belief system laid out by his father, who never asks his son to follow but sets an example are heartwarming. You simply cannot have a dad-son bonding better explained ever in words. Reminds of a scene from Pursuit of Happyness movie. But unlike Wil Ove’s dad would never cry I guess.

The best part about the novel, till now, is that there is clear and solid explanation behind every single “quirk” of Ove. The reason why he became atheist, unable to justify the act of god in taking away his mom from him, the reason why he wouldn’t tell on others, the reason how he got his hands-on knowledge on all that he is made of. There is an unconditional endearment charm sprinkled lavishly all throughout the chapters that makes you fall in love with even those characters that Ove despises and eventually makes peace with.

With eagerness of a kid awaiting to open his birthday gift, I proceed to the remaining chapters. This book, is definitely one of the best things that happened in 2016.

Kutty chutties

My friend suddenly got a call from his kids school to come and meet him. When he went there the teacher showed him the answer sheet of his kid. Draw 5 fish was the question that was highlighted and against which the kid has drawn numeral 5 followed by fish diagram. The teacher hadn’t given her any marks for that answers but a golden star badge and made it a point to talk to her mom during PTA. In fact so impressed where they about the kid that they’ve asked her to be enrolled in lot other mind improvement courses. Reminds me of another kid of my friend. One day my friend had got an unscheduled call from her kids school asking her to meet the class teacher. Worrying for worst, she had rushed to the school only to be pacified by the teacher that it was nothing to worry, but the news was definitely about her kid. The teacher had shown my friend the answer paper of her kid and she was stunned to see the answer that was highlighted in red. The question was to name a living thing and a non-living thing. That kid had answered Spider for living thing and Spider web for non-living thing!!! This coming from a preschooler had shocked the teacher so much that, she was stumped for a response. Again the advice to the parent were on same lines. Make sure their mind develops free thinking and encourage them to grow along their thought process. 

In both the cases, there is no clear cut idea as to how the parents or the schools are planning to groom these special kids and how they would ensure the free thinking kids are allowed to continue their out of the box thinking style. Nor does anyone has any clue how they inculcated this kind of thinking. Whatever the future has in store of these kids, whether they would be shaped to fit in with the crowd or will they manage to hold on to their own, these are surely kids need to watch out for.

Thursday, December 08, 2016

A man called Ove - curtain raiser

I couldn’t resist posting about this novel. I had resisted the temptation for a few weeks now and even now without completing 25% of the book I have yielded to the temptation of sharing it as a blog post. In a way, I had been way to selfish and childish and lot many “ish” in not writing about this book for I wanted it to belong to me alone. Considering the fact that it was a loaned one shared by a fellow blogger friend, the idea sounds all the more ridiculous now. I owe a lot to Bragz, the blogger friend, for sharing with me this book – A man called Ove.

The first few chapters give the visualization of grumpy old Ove as the grandpa character from the animation “Up”. I could almost visualize him with his square thick black specs and blond white hair and him in his suspenders. For some reason, without a word being described about how he looked, this image crept in my mind. I never realized when it got changed to that of my dad. His meticulously pain staking effort for detail, perfection for doing everything by hand and not depending on any “handy men” for getting his job done, his penchant for all things old as classic, his criticism of how loud and unruly the new gen are, his rarely speaking yet being open and to the point in his conversations, everything just kept adding up to the image of my dad.

It’s difficult to like Ove right from page one, for he is not your candy floss Karan Johar movie hero. As he himself proclaims, he is more black and white and honesty is always monochrome in colour. As the character slowly grew on me, I began to read few chapters at a time, pulling myself away literally from the book each time, not wanting it to end soon. There is a small little twist ala Archer style in some chapters that make you smile unknowingly. You may even nod at a few places agreeing with Ove, without even realizing the lines you read actually have taken form of a familiar voice and you can actually hear them in your head.

I felt so happy reading the book that I wanted to break the monotony of sad posts in this space and share some points till whatever portions I’ve read. Will write more in detail once I am done, which I want to prolong for as long.

Wednesday, December 07, 2016

A time to mourn

Month of December and TN usually are never in best of terms with each other. The month has separated the state from its most popular leaders who breathed their last, the worst natural disaster ever wrecked the state as tsunami and the most recent man made (??)water logging disaster stuck in December as well. Even before the dust could settle on the news of J’s demise, time has claimed its next victim in Cho. Having been her advisor, at least been touted as one, it wasn’t surprising that he followed her quick to her heavenly abode. Though being on medical review since two and a half month, the news was more or less expected, considering her age and deteriorating health. What was surprising was the agony it created mentally on everyone who came across. Till few days back, the very same people, who were cribbing over the non-functional government and how the entire system is paralyzed  by the absence of one person, who held sway over every single function and when the rains came, how she was remembered for her lack or inadequate actions in previous years during the floods, started shedding genuine tears over her demise. All her mistakes were forgotten or at least went on backburner and her positive qualities came to forefront. Even her near megalomaniacal tendency to not discourage people from bending over backwards to please her was seen on a new light with her back stories of suffering and humiliation at the very hands of those people. Her grit and determination won eulogies from even her staunch detractors and sworn enemies. No one wants to speak ill of the dead. But still, the unanimous reaction and response to the news raised some questions. In my apartment, there were sudden outcry and anguish as the apartment secretary came rushing out shouting “She is no more”. Now this is not an unstable party worker or a lesser educated person. She is an auditor by profession and is employed in a MNC and to my knowledge have never heard her speak before!!! Her reaction took us really by surprise. Another one decided not to light lamp for Karthigai yesterday to mourn the death. Many I met on the way back home, felt as if they had lost someone on their family. Some of the poems written on her, that I read on social media, were literally choking people with tears. Would the reaction been same had she been arrested or had this happened in her previous term before she got branded as Amma? I personally felt, her being branded as Amma had a lot to do with it.
Many of my friends had posted status saying that amma expired. I was stumped for a minute to figure out who are they referring to. Such is the power of mother sentiment and in a state full of emotionally charged people, a good tongue and a relatable role is all you need. History stands witness to the Guinness record turnout for Annadurai’s final farewell. No wonder the leader was easily related to men and womenfolk alike by his title “Anna (big brother)”. MGR lived and ruled by his onscreen charm and off screen charity works that were well publicized. Amma stumped all, despite being at the receiving end of the law many a times. Her last term at office, saw her becoming more populist in her schemes and hence more popular as well. True to the adage, people of TN may forget those who paid them money, but they revere those who fed them. The canteens that she opened, were the standout yesterday, when every other shops and hotels were closed but for them. Be it of her manifest or a calculated move by her loyalists, her branding went on a maniacal spree towards the end of her term, with her face becoming the government insignia. To me personally, her biggest achievements is not a repeat term at office, ala her mentor, nor her’s being the 3rd largest party at center. Not even her schemes. But the way she held on to her party men and her position after stinging defeats. In a system which is male dominated and more importantly guided by power centers, she not just managed to held sway after embarrassing losses, but managed to come back stronger and win back stronger. Considering the hordes of weeping women, her biggest bunch of supporters, they probably saw in her a superstar of their own, who made men bend before her, who held power like no other lady before and probably ever after. She was the shining example for womenfolk of what levels they can reach if they truly believe and stand up for themselves. Even her worst detractors can’t help marvel at her iron will and determination to stand by her point and her sense of execution. No one loved power more and nor was anyone more loved by power itself.
In a world full of clichés, she was the very antonym of it. Nothing could be more ironic and poetic in justice than the fact that, the very place where she was shunned from the convoy of her mentor, she rose to power and at the very place her final journey commenced amidst, truly and honestly shed tears of bereavement. The aftermath of her demise has created a political black hole for TN, which for past 4 decades have only witnessed 3 people ruling the state within themselves. There is an opportunity to take a fresh new dynamic and honest path to set a track for themselves or as the majority dreads, it could be chaos unforeseen before. A very famous dialogue from a blockbuster movie comes to mind – “Tamilians may be emotional fools. But never do they trust a leader quickly. If they do, never do they give up on them easy. There have been millions of followers cheated by their leaders but seldom a case otherwise”. Hope we get to witness a new dawn.

All said and done and dread, it’s a time for mourning and that’s what it should be.

Monday, December 05, 2016

Saithan- Review

Some posts back had marveled at Vijay Anthony, the music director turned actor, for his knack of picking the best script that suit his limitations yet are intriguingly good. Saithan, his latest movie, impressed right from the trailer, with its scenes reminding of Sujatha’s AAH novel and the movie posters only added to the mystery. Was eagerly awaiting its release and the reviews were more or less similar to his other movies – being predominantly positive and credit for his improving performance. Decided to take the risk and saw the movie on second day.

Storywise, its about a newly married IT guy, who solve complex issues with his obsessive dedication and concentration,  when he suddenly starts hearing voices. What starts as a jumbled incoherent mix of noise soon starts taunting him, forcing him against his will and almost driving him to suicide. The voice keeps telling him to kill some lady named Jayalakshmi who murdered him. It even makes him create an accident in which he loses his friend. Considering the escalating nature of his situation, he visits an psychiatrist who hypnotizes him to learn about his past. When one expects the story to be that of re-incarnation, where like all stories of similar theme, we are shown a library which has newspapers from that very year carrying news of the very death of the very person whose death the voice is trying to avenge. Till the interval block, the story moves at break neck speed, with an interesting twist, yet expected one as to who Jayalakshmi is. The BGM which croons “Jayalakshmi” adds to the eeriness. Once the story on the previous birth is revealed, the plot losses all sense and gets dragged into commercial masala mode, with hallucination inducing drugs and mad doctors, organ farming on hapless victims and of course, our hero being super human to withstand all the side effects of the super drug. Ending is similar to the Anegan movie, where the audience are left to wonder, whether the story is really about re-incarnation or is it all designed by the delirium of the lead character.

Vijay Anthony, has taken what is possibly his most heavy duty roles in his 5 movie career as an actor. But for him, no other character has hardly any screen space as he hogs the screen time from start to finish. As the music director, the songs were pretty sumaar but the BGM was rocking. Like all his other movies, the heroine looked way too older and probably wouldn’t find a movie to repeat in her career, but is solid in her performances.

Gils verdict – Considering the crap that established heroes churn out, Vijay Anthony has been pretty decent in his efforts to bring out different stories to screen. With the ghost of marketability and profit already eating into his decision making, which are evident by the way the movie has ended, hope sanity prevails and overcomes any such decision by him in future.

Mokka padams

At times, despite all the warnings and caution, you still end up doing things just for the heck of it. Watching "kadavul irukaan kumaru" and "kavalai vendam" fall into that repent after reason failure category which would be definitely followed by "i told you so" by all those on whom the same misfortune had befallen. Note: Idhulam padam, ithuku oru review..topic vera kedaikalaina enna vena ezhuthivia nulaam kraas kostin pannapadaathu.

Considering that black money and demonetization being flavor of the day, want our government to send notices to the producers and backers of these kind of movies. Its pretty obvious that they had money to burn and ended up burning not just their excess money, but also the call sheets of the actors and time of the audience who ended up watching them on theaters. Worse of all, the censor board need to be sued for certifying these movies for public viewing. Probably there should be a guideline at their level itself to filter out such mokka masala movies, which has no intention but to make quick buck for the producer to sell these movies at a premium rate to some mindless distributor and some up and coming tv channels. None of them are going to win any oscar or national award, leave alone any form of contribution to art field. The purpose of producing such movies is known to none. May be the lead pair wants to extend their market share to B and C Centers, which means the dialogues would be crass and full of double entendres, must have tasmac or drinking scenes with kuthu/item song encouraging our heroes to decry and demonize women folk in all forms possible. These movies are not products for art, not fit for society, not meant for any kind of audience but those who are ruffians and are encouraged and emboldened by scenes in these movies and wastrels who consider the lead guy character from the movie as their role model. 

Just like how our political system, which in the name of not wanting to have education as a criteria for holding any ministerial berth, there by effectively ensuring no decent learned person would even manage to get a ticket, these so called centerwise classification encourages people to come up with all kind of crappy story lines and their releases are so strategically scheduled such that there are no other movie, be it any level decent, that are played during that window. Unakkena ivlo akkara..pudicha paaru illati paakatha nu advice panravangaluku..naanum baadhikapatten..neradiyaga badhikapatten. Bore adichuthay sollitu theriathanama padatha paathathin vilavay intha post. Inimay bore adicha, sathiyama intha mathiri vibareetha activities wouldnt even think of.

Sambdrathayathuku review.

Kadavul irukaan kumaru is about GV Prakash, supposedly ad film maker (??) who is about to be married to Nikki Galrani, for some reason is stalked by his ex girl friend Anandhi. He rejects her proposal, goes to Pondy for bachelor party, gets caught by police for carrying more liquor than permitted and his attempts to bribe the police and the ways he tries to arrange the money for them form 75% of the movie. Since his ex lover helps him to arrange the money, he ditches his fiancé and gets back with Anandhi. Gils verdict – ipdilam padam eduka allow panathuku kadavul irukaranu naama thaan nondhukanum

Kavalai vendam – wonder who came up with that title. Probably the director to the producer that he needn’t bother about the collections as its going to bomby any way at BO or the story writer to the actors that they need not worry to work their brains for the movie? Not sure whom they were trying to appease and assuage. There dialogues are down right filthy and crassy and demeaning to every single character on the plot, if at all you can call it one. The comical scenes or whatever they were thinking while canning them were idiotic and wouldn’t even find place on school skits. Story is virtually non-existent. Jeeva, a chef, is married to Kajal Agarwal,a fashion designer or someone who has been to abroad is the closest we get to know of her profession, who decides to get divorce from him on the second day of their wedding on some trivial issue. God knows how long they stay separate and one fine day visits him to get divorce to marry an amerika mappalai (bobby simha in a dummy role). Meantime, jeeva manages to ushar pannufy Sunaina, who for some reason is friendzoned by him, yet she pines shamelessly for him to marry her. The rest of the cast is completed by RJ Balaji and few more jokers…err..comedians. For all his bhashan on bad movies and how cinema treats women, RJ Balaji has found the knack of being on exactly those movies and even revel in such roles. So much for walking the talk. Gils erdict – ivlo mokka padathuku avlo lavisha selavu panirukara producer pudichi IT department check panni ulla thallanum, And intha mathiri mokka padamlaam allow panrathukaga censor as well should be penalized.

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

850. Thank you

Whenever he wakes up, the first person he looks out for is his mom. How much ever me and my mom pamper him, junior will always look out for his mom as the first choice and we are all a joint distant second. For all the effort that she takes to make sure he is fed on time, even during odd hours and for having a parallel processing running on mind about him 24/7, despite the fact that he spends very less of his waking hours with her, his reactions when he sees her back from office, the liberty with which he tries out all his antics first with her and then using us for replicating, it all has a clear hall mark of a sense of gratitude hard written on it. You may term it mother love, genetics, 9 months advance acquaintance etc. But it all boils down to three people who live with you, of which two are not to be seen during majority of your day time, yet you choose one of them as your play mate. Even for voicing out his gibberish, learning new things like an ink over blotting paper, his first choice is always his mom. All those mushy syrupy honey dipped quotes and phrases on motherly love have an underlying sense of gratification and thanks if not anything else, for when you are at  your vulnerable best, depending on others to feed you at odd hours when you feel hungry, without even being able to express your hunger and crying out loud being the only source of signaling, despite having put in long hours, with sleepy tired face, if a being caters to your need and thinks only about your need sacrificing what little of sleeping time available, it makes being gratitude the least of all one can be.
Even, the most non-controversial content which is universally applicable and accepted book of all times, Thirukkural quotes that, there is redemption for any sin but for being ungratefulness. As he learns with every passing day, junior never fails to impart his out worldly  wisdom with his simple activities. With Thanksgiving waiting to dawn upon, probably would take this post as an opportunity to thank all those wonderful people, who take time to share their thoughts and have in turn helped in shaping mine. Good luck with rest of the year. Hang on tighter 😃

Friday, November 18, 2016

Week that wasn't

Whenever I post a movie review, I often mention how a good looking couple with crackling chemistry on screen, make even normal and monotonous screen play look magical in a movie. Vijay Anthony, time and again proves that with a good script, looks doesn’t matter at all. Right from his first movie, Naan, which literally was the trendsetter movie of music directors donning the lead actor role, his follow-up movie Salim which was a sequel, he has showed his acumen in picking the right script that suits his limitations as an actor at the same time keeps the audience hooked. His last movie, released few months back, raised quite a few eyebrows with its title as Pichaikaaran. In the superstition abound cine industry, any negative title or one with negative connotation are always a strict NO. To rub it in he has went on to register more such “unlucky” titles for his upcoming movies as well. Pichaikaran turned out to be the biggest hit of his career and probably one of the highest grosser of the year. Recently it was shown on TV. I’ve watched his movies only when they are released on television and never on theaters. Probably will buck the trend for his next release “Saithaan”, which going by the promos looks a mystery thriller in making. Watching his Pichaikaaran, brought back fond memories of Sunday evening movie watch on good old Doordarshan days. After a really long while was watching a movie on a Sunday evening and that too a good one. To rub the point in, my mom watched the movie in all interest. For someone who never watches any movie for more than few minutes, this was an achievement in itself. The script was a perfect blend of commercial elements, good humor, fights, mother sentiments in heavy doses and with one good song. Heroine was not a distracting beauty but was the best fit, possibly , into the story. Overall, it was a decent entertainer and not surprisingly a hit across languages in which it was dubbed.

Life does throw really tickling situations at the most unexpected of places. With the ongoing currency crisis, causing serpentine queues and, for a change, irritated customers yelling at bank staff, I was in one such queue when an old lady who stood few people before me, kept on counting her 1000 rupee notes every now and then. Was wondering either she must have been doing that out of boredom in the queue or probably was suffering from OCD!! When her turn came in, she promptly deposited the ten notes she had counted by heart a thousand times and got 2000 rupee notes in exchange. When she counted the new currency she suddenly grew all agitated and started shouting at the cashier. “Naan 10 notes kuduthen..nee 5 thaan kuduthurkka..baaki 5 kudu” nu oray shouting she was. The cashier after her first attempt to pacify the lady blew her lid off. “En maa…10,000 ku ethana 2000 note tharuvaanga…idhu kuda theriama edhuku neengalam change maatha vareenga..poitu veetlenthu yaraachum kootitu vaanga” nu she started shouting, muttering about her plight. The entire queue was laughing for the way in which that old lady demanded 10 notes, when all the while she had just counted the notes and not the amount she had brought in!!!

Second situation was even funnier. There was this old man who was standing few people behind me and took the role of self appointed queue maintainer. He ordered every one to maintain discipline and was doing a really good job with his booming voice, unmatched to his wiry frame. When his turn came, he sauntered to the counter and promptly produced the form and asked for his quote of 4000 in fresh notes of new currency. The poor cashier was again at the receiving end. She thought that the man had given her old notes and is asking for new notes which she has missed. She took a few minutes to compose herself and asked him where are the old notes. He promptly replied “old notes? Apdina…arasaangam elarukum 4000 kaasu pudu notela kudukuthunnu news la sonnangalay…adha kuduma…neramaaguthu” Despite the pressure situation, the cashier also joined the laughter this time. Was reminded of a Goundamani comedy where he goes in a queue asking for patta of free land for freedom fighters who have been to jail, mistaking it to be for everyone who have been to jail.

Aduthavan bulb vaangarathula enna oru aanantham!!

Wednesday, November 16, 2016


Thurmugi seems to be the year of the right. Both from a political standpoint and also from a literal sense. We see the rise of right across the globe, with some even managing to win the coveted House post on the far side of the planet. Never before has the world nations been so united in being discorded for similar reasons. Nationalism and Patriotism are tested and verified as many times, if not more than, blood sugar and cholesterol and this is a common phenomenon world over. Powers to be and incumbent power centers, both drive their people away from their home in the game of one-uppance and civil wars, on who is more right in catering to their scattering masses. Insane statements by people in power are taken at face value and in deeper sense and are fought against and for on the streets. Right has never been so wrong and right at the same time. Opinions are never debated but are fought over and aren't at rest till the opposition is grounded to dust. There are more character assassinations that take place on social media on a daily basis, than all the politically motivated cold war and world wars put together. People don't think twice before idolizing or demonizing any one or anything. What was considered as viral for one or two stray incidents have become everyday occurrences, thanks to the tightly bind of the world wide web. No one is willing to concede on any point for its the concept of "my right is more right than your right" if at all if its right!!!

India, like Trantor of Foundation series, has always been the country which can be considered as the best sample set to represent world nations across all categories, as any change or event that happens in India has resonance and possible replications world over. And its not just because of its size and population, its also due to the innate nature of our politicos to ape everything under the western sun. Some posts back, I had rambled about, how we should be a presidential form of govt and what I would do if I became the president. With the current PM, who makes sure his imprint is there on every single major decision, be it internal or external affairs, seems like we are already onto the presidential mode of governance ala USA. Every single opposition labels this govt as Modi’s govt and rarely by the party in rule. Every single criticism is directed at the PM at a personal level and not at the government. For a person, who has the pulse of the nation at his fingertips in Twitter, he has reaped the rewards of a 5 year term and has managed to secure hordes of followers who defend his decisions as their own. Ditto for Trump. Both Modi and Trump have viewpoints that are 360 degree different than their opponents. While Modi’s has found favor with voice of reason and hope of a better future supporting it, Trump might still have to win over with his actions and their consequences once he takes office. Between the two of them, they’ve the biggest and probably the youngest populace of supporters, who trust their destiny on their decisions. Both of them have a Schrodinger-ish approach towards their policies which are neither here nor there and cannot be written off or considered successful. If at all the phrase “re-writing history“ applies to anybody these two would be the chosen ones or should I say chosen two’s??!!

Their path to success and their supporters goes on to show what happens when politics apes movie dom. We’ve seen the rise of actors donning the white cap and encash their popularity into votes. What we are witnessing now is the reverse trend with politicos tapping in on their inner actors and fan base into securing their parliament seats. Ditto for anyone who shoots for their claim to fame. Be it a budding author to sportsperson to media personality, anyone who wishes to carve a space in public domain, never had it so easy. The more controversial and blatant they are, the quicker is their claim to fame. With fan bases quickly turning into battle ready battalions, arguments have taken over meaningful debates with mockery and cynicism replacing constructive alternate viewpoints, which are condescending at best.

Are these good signs? May be yes and may not be so as well. On one hand we feel its an overkill of expression with the rise of keyboard warriors, while on the other hand the power-to-be ‘s  have one more medium to monitor and crush any “dissent”. We are moving more and more towards a feudal mode of a system and governance and implicitly monarchy has been accepted as the way political systems behave, with every party having its own dynasties vying for the iron throne. There is a popular saying that a war doesn’t determine who is right but who is left. Will that be the fallacy of our lifetime with the rightest of rights determine what is the right right? As Enya croons, “Only time” will tell.

Thursday, November 03, 2016

SWEEK memories

As a part of the entry for SWEEK, where n you’ve to reminiscence how blogging changed your life, i thought of blogging a post. The flashbacks were sporadic and random and to streamline the thought process and recollections wanted to trace back to my very first post. Since I post at a random frequency had kind of forgotten from when it all started.

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious was the very first word on my blog. Should it be called a word or a sentence begs a debate of its own. The back story behind the post says that it all started 10 years and 9 months ago to this date when I was impressed and intrigued curious word that I stumbled upon on a quiz show where one of the teams were named the same. Per my own volition, I had googled for the word and what originally started as a mean to record anything that interests me and is intriguing is continuing in the same way in one form or other across 846 posts.

As I glance across the posts, they are nothing short of a chronological archive of all those events in the past decade and over, that have left their mark on me and have found a way into the blog in word form. From an almost Morse code form of expressing my thoughts with all those dots, moving on to longer sentences without any para breaks, rivalling RL Stevenson, to thanglish form, one which I am most comfortable in, where I don’t have to think  in Tamil and translate for an equivalent word in English and continue to ramble on transliterating the same in Tamil, testing the patience of whichever little crowd that visits this blog.

The world of bloggers that I entered in had gone through so many changes that its hardly recognizable from what it was before. I made so many friends, some for life, with blog posts and the camaraderie easily transformed from the word form to person behind the post whenever we met in person. There was an obvious and unmistakable link between what was written and the person who wrote, even though the contents were more of a result out of hobby and nothing professional. We formed clubs, teased fellow bloggers, had frequent meets, attended personal events and as randomly and rapidly as they evolved, the moment people left the blog space, the links also dissolved. Writing was the one thread that held us all together and as each of us became busy with our own life, the hobby that united us all took back seat.

More than being seen as a personal space to vent, rant and record, blog space has become all the more serious and critical where every point has to be defended and every comment from being offensive. Other interesting aspect being the commercialization elements that have taken shape. If you can make money out of something you do happily, what else could be a better win-win situation.
Would be interesting to see how it takes shape further, in times where Social Media is something which is re-designing the way even businesses operate. Now, that could safely be called as mixing business with pleasure, for sure.

Tuesday, November 01, 2016

The one Indian girl - review

After my previous post on CB, I am stumped for a start for this post. Right from the title, there is a formulaic approach. This guy has some fetish for numbers in title – 5 point someone, 1 night at call center, 3 mistakes of my life, 2 states, revolution 2020 and 1 Indian girl. And yes he deals in fractions as well with “half girlfriend” !!! Either he has a fetish for Maths or was  a Maths buff, but the titles are more like buffoonery. There is this other guy, Matt Reilly, who gives similar titles to his books – 7 ancient wonders, 6 sacred stones, 5 great warriors. At least he sticks to Natural numbers and with any mercy the series might stop after one. Shudders at the thought that they might get an extension as a whole number or integer series.

Coming back to CB, thann muyarchiyil satrum Manam thalaratha vikra’mad’hithiya gils finished his latest book as well. Not sure if it had got to do with the previous post or the typical mindset to desperately try to support the underdog, I kind of like the book. Oops. There I have said that I’ve liked a CB novel !!! Hope the society doesn’t shun me, if not already. After ranting several hundred words on how template-ish his stories are and how predictably boring his plots or the lack of it and considering that he hasn’t changed his theme much on his latest book as well, what is so likeable about the book may be a question incoming.
Is it in conversational tone throughout with mind voice being the prominent speaker – Yes (I for one find it easy to follow and consider this as a plus in his books. Rather than deciphering metaphors its simple and plain and expressed literally!!)
Does the lead character (female in this one) get into live-in/physical/ relationships before marriage – multiple times yes.
Does the book involve depiction of matter scenes – much more than all his previous books put together and much more detailed. Trying to catch up to international audience our guy is.
Does any of the characters deal with love failure(s) –almost all of them

Idhu oru booku ..athuku ivlo bitta nu yosikka vaikuthula. True that feeling. Plot wise, it’s something that has always been simmering for ages – career oriented women vs home makers. Wanted to type working women vs house wife. But the politically correct me kicked the keyboard away till I corrected it. Anyway, story wise, it’s about an about-to-be runaway bride, who has lot of questions about her impending marriage with a guy fixed via online matrimony site by her parents. A sudden text from her ex, Debu, makes her go in flashback mode about her affair with him and how he dumped her the moment he got to know that she earns thrice as much as her. Considering that she works for a top bank and he earns his peanuts slogging in an up and coming ad company, either he prolonged his decision because he was dumb and Dumbu would’ve made a better name for him than Debu or he stayed till CB couldn’t think of anymore matter scenes for him with the heroine. Nevertheless, she metamorphic-ally dumps him along with her costly iPhone on Hudson bay and moves on to a new location. There she has an affair with her boss. All throughout the book, there are random and several mentions of how smart the heroine is in her work in dealing with difficult deals. This second guy is married and has two kids and is twice her age. All this kicks in for the heroine, only when he mentions that he thought of her as a career woman and not someone interested in having a “named” relationship. And off she goes to another place. Kitta thatta Vadivelu comedy mathiri before I could think “velakaaranumaa” she selects/gets selected an online spouse for would-be, to please her pestering mom. To make the flashbacks possible for her to recollect, each of her ex’s make a visit to her wedding venue to facilitate all those titillating scenes. With both her ex’s trying to woo her back in their life, promising to stop the marriage impending in the most halal manner possible, the heroine finds time to accommodate the foreign mappillai, literally, in little shenanigans like smoking weed and getting arrested by police, punch drunk. Intha ranagalathulayum oru koothugalam solvaangalay athu pola, she escapes in between functions and listens to both her ex’s bidding higher and higher for her return. Kadisila she calls all three of them, including the American mappillai, to literally put inky-pinky-ponky and select who would be her better half. Considering the amount of liquor she dunks in the book, she must’ve been quite full!!! Kodumai of kodumai is that she actually dumps all three. Oops spoiler alert (intha bookla edhu spoiling and ethukaga alert pannennu kekapdaathu). Like all the typical America maapillai’s he too gets his chance back in the end which is left for the audience to finish, wondering if they lived happily ever after or got married.

Ipdi kazhuvi oothitu, if I am permitted to say that there were few intriguing sections which were pretty realistic, kochindu adikka varapdaathu. Working women, especially successful ones and even more specifically those who earn the mega bucks, I guess would be falling under the ‘very difficult to get married off” category. Before the judging knives are out for my blood, let me make one more damning statement that, of all the lot, the cribbing mother of the heroine, who worries along the lines mentioned above, sounded the only practical and sane character. If we shed the fake feminist garb for a sec and think about it, how many of us, me including, would settle for a girl who earns tonnes of money more than us. Male ego has been around since forever and head of the family is always the guy for he is expected and supposed to earn more. With changing times and women competing with men on equal footing across all disciplines, be it sports, religion or politics and their rising demands for equal pay be it sports, religion or politics, the situations described in the book are bound to be more common place in few years’ time. In fact, with every relation that the heroine gets into and her inner conversations with herself, it never sounded girlish, to put it as crudely as possible, but the voice of the male “CB”. When a guy rejects a women for earning more than him, it sounds natural, for he is trying to protect his ego from any bruising down the line. But when a girl rejects someone because he earns less than her, its both acceptable and despised. She is blamed as cherry picker who wouldn’t want to settle for anything less and is greedy and money minded. The first guy who dumps her stating that she wanted her to be a home maker and take care of his kids and not a money making machine, isn’t far off from your normal guy in any group. When the second guy questions her commitment to long term relationship, having seen her slog in office, he isn’t far off from current reality either. But, as men, are we even ready to consider the possibility of being a stay at home dad? Personally, I bet a full year paycheck that, its every guy’s dream. But will they consider it as an option along with the chores it brings in? Can paternal care be an alternative for maternal care, even when the option is available? Will guys be ready to let their women be the proverbial head of the family and take care of the bills? All along, there is this mild concept of “settling down” which the author playfully rubs it in as if we are sediments to settle down by getting married. In one shot, he takes a huge dig at the biggest concept ever since time immemorial of male ego and an increasingly effective pot-shot on the institution of marriage.

Gils verdict – For every Narayana Murthy who offered to sacrifice his dream to save his wife’s, there are a billion guys who wouldn’t bate an eyelid to think otherwise. My neighbor, whose was a love marriage, is a printer by profession and his wife, an extremely well paid IT head of some company. Their quarrels on any topic would always end up on the money aspect and no wall was strong enough to contain their voices. Despite the misgivings, they’ve been still married as this post sees the light of the day and are blessed with 2 super cute kids. How many such couples manage to sustain their relation? How many such men would even be willing to play the second fiddle? With changing times and widening gender ratio, we are all set for interesting times ahead. As for the book, well, ivlo peria post padichum if you didn’t got it, you got it.

Monday, October 31, 2016

Who is afraid of Chetan Bhagat

Ever since his five point someone became a hit and set him on path to become the commercially most successful of Indian authors writing in English, Chetan Bhagat has always been at the center of one controversy or other. In a country, more specifically in an era, where success is worshipped and "success"ors even more so, the adulation received by CB is only matched by the audacity with which he continues to defy all odds in raking up bigger and growing box office collections for his novels, which are, to quote in comparison, like Harris Jayaraj music for movies, a mere copy or rehash of same old setup with different names. Yet, surprisingly, that is the least of all the pointed criticism barbs thrown at CB, with the topmost cry being from the language Nazis, who crib and cry over the cheap level of language used by him. Some even go to the extent that those budding authors who get “inspired” by CB may spawn and their tribe may ultimately result in the death of English language.
Obviously, I am not one of either of the groups in favor or decrying CB. I’ve read all his books, with his latest one in progress. As mentioned above, he has a formula like our movie stars. If something clicks big time the cash register, why change it. His novels are almost always from the same template. A narrator, who invariably would be some –ganist (proto and never anto) and would move the story, forward and backward (flash back in other words), whether it’s a guy or gal, they would definitely and would never be a virgin, with a chapter on when and how they lost it and except for lyrics and tune, one can almost put in songs at appropriate places had you been brought up on steady diet of movies. But then of course, this was a person who had vowed to bring in good scripts to Bollywood, good defined by his own self I guess. Of the half dozen books he had written, this is the theme, template and trait all throughout. If at all there is a theme for his books it should be repetition to the point of being overkill. Ivlo nottai solliyum I read all his books. Like how I watch mokka movies and put even mokkaier review of them. Ithellam emathu kalaachaara urimai. Kelvi kekkapdaathu. 

The pluses of his novels, if one can be at their condescending best, could be that, at peak, his novels would never stretch beyond an hours reading max and with a comfortable pace provided by the conversational tone on each of his books, with no need to rush for dictionary to check out complex words or google for unheard of idioms and phrases, its only obvious that his books are bound to sell more and more. The best of the lot for me is that fact that, a desi author, writing in foreign tongue, has managed to outsell the native language authors, is something we should actually cherish. It’s always the same with success of local guys which is often frowned upon as against those from West. I can understand the expectation and the positive intent behind the criticism. But inspiration as a concept is a fickle one. A good movie need not essentially lead to greater movies, but more often than not cheap imitations. With that backdrop, if people evaluate CB, then they may probably be right. If one has to debate whether such kind of material should even see the light of the day, that would be out right infringement on the right of the author. People who worry about the impact such books cause on the society would very well be required to move their starting point elsewhere on the visual medium and look for the long list of authors before CB, who were albeit not successful. In his defense, this guy is still riding on the success of his first book and is bound to run down soon. And for those who worry about the life and form of literature that is under onslaught by authors like CB and their simpleton language, well, this is post is more meant for them. What beats me is what exactly is their bug bear with CB. Is he the only bad author around who is successful? Those who think he is the only English author who churns out masala stuff that are bumper hits have obviously skipped reading Matt Reilly and James Rollins (Yes, I have read all their series as well. You can say masala novels are kind of my area of liking.) Is it his success as against pure literature (as defined by the critics) is it their love for English language? Is it the fear that his success may set the bar low for fellow authors to churn bad stuff to make money? If it’s all of the above or any, their fears are nothing but unfounded and criticism obviously unjustified. Obviously, CB knows, he is not going to win any Booker or literature Nobel. And definitely not his scripts are winning Oscars or even national award for that matter. So why write? Why all the fuss? He is no muck and with his IIM background, he knows a money winner idea when he finds one.

No one forces anyone to watch a bad movie or read a bad book. But still commercial or masala forms of art always out beat the classical ones, across all eras. Whether anyone would remember CB or his novels after few decades down the line, is as clear as tomorrow’s daylight. It’s always and have always been the choices we’ve to make that defines our taste. Scores of my friends know every line written by Austen by heart. I can never go beyond a chapter. I accept it as a classic because everyone else does. As simple as that. Is there any parameters to define it as a classic or trash, I’ve no clue. I love every single line in the book “Prodigal Daughter” by Jeffrey Archer, whose books have added whatever little vocabulary I can grasp from his vast resources. I don’t know if it’s a classic or on same lines of any definition as well. Lot of people are die hard Potter heads. But does that qualify as classic literature? (I am starting a civil war now) Even Dan Brown for all his success has been torn apart for his writing style and especially the amount of dots he uses in his conversations. There is a whole website dedicated for his wall of shame. All said and done, those authors who invite criticism have all been more successful than their peers. Is being a financial failure and living a life of a loser, dying a dreadfully por death the bane of great authors? Should they lead a life worthy of winning an Oscar post their death?

Ipo ennathaan solla vara? CB padikalamgaria venaamngaria nu kekaravangalukaga oru kathai surukkam of this post. Just like how people throng up to get admission on private schools despite so many govt schools abound, just like how masala movies rule the roost in BO despite critically acclaimed movies bombing big time, janaranjagam is always a winner in any form. Gold kooda copper mix panna thaan velaikaagathu. Terinju mix aana athu combination. Thirututhanama panna adulteration. Intha renduthukum nadula thaan ithana sandai and debate. Till the time people make up their mind, tribes of CB will continue to thrive.

Monday, October 17, 2016

Remo - Movie review

Much ado about Remo could very well be an apt title for this post. Siva Karthikeyan has reinvented the tried and tested success formula of wastrel hero winning laddu heroine, patented by Dhanush and Vijay and Ajith and who-is-who in the movie industry. At some point of time in their career, before their image started deciding scripts for them, all mass heroes have been victim of picking scripts that were bordering on female harassment to abuse, when the same scenario if applied to the villain would lead to fatal consequences for him what might earn catcalls and whistles and even duet for the hero, mocking the heroine. And all said and done, if she, sanely, decides to reject the advances of the hero, there would be even more bashing bhashans on how selfish womenfolk are as compared to how selfless and pure the guys who woo are, who are in fact wastrels as pronounced by all and sundry, right from their own parents to peers to people of their parish.

Rajini successfully tapped the male ego in his movies, wherein he would be that alpha male who would tame the adaavadi heroine and despite all his repeated attempts to embarrass her,she would still swoon for him over her pampering parents. He was rarely unemployed in most of his movies, which never mattered as even though he was a poor guy struggling to make ends meet, dwelling in slums, he would still be seen sporting Nikes and Lee jeans and all designer wear with one thundu on his shoulders to portray his poverty. His success formula was diluted by his son-in-law, Dhanush, to the extent possible, wherein whether he plays a rag picker or rogue, his claim over the heroine would be unquestioned. Such was the clout of the formula that he even had a movie, where in the sensible heroine would be slapped with a legal notice for rejecting the love of a tea seller hero to choose over a dabbu party second hero and no prize for guessing who wins the case in that hit movie. Most of the movies, irrespective of who the hero is, be it Arya or Vishal or Vishnu, the pattern and hit formula was always the same – wastrel hero, love at first sight with good looking, employed heroine, who after one wooing song falls in love, followed by romantic duet , rejects him for trivial reason, followed by tasmac song and rejoins with him, may be out of fear of more such songs!! Ashtey. You have your hit formulae for most of the movies of the past decade.

One look at SivaKarthikeyan’s movies would give you where he is heading to.
Manam kothi paravai – job less guy chases heroine, wins over her and secures good job in life. sangam – jobless guy chases school pass out heroine, wins her in end.
Kedi billa- same as above.
Rajini murugan –same as above.
Maan karate – same as above.
Only movie where he was employed was Khaki sattai and that flopped!!! Imagine the guts of the guy to break the tradition!!

So poor guy, tries the winning formulae in his new movie and all hell breaks loose. In the movie he tries to get a job as an actor and dons nurse getup to improvise which results in him finally winning the heroine, who apparently would’ve become doctor on patient quota to get herself treated is my reasonable guess. Couldn’t imagine a dumber doctor and a dabba hospital where anyone can wear a skirt and become a nurse administering medicines for patients!! Ivangalam doctor sonna potrukara lab coat kuda nambathu. The twist in story could be that even though he is a wastrel and without even knowing the expansion for MBBS, he still comes out as a better nurse than the heroine, who wouldn’t even know the difference between compound and compounder. His defence in validating that the storyline is different from his other movies, could very well be for a fact that both the lead pair are makku plasthri in the movie and not just the hero alone. Keerthi Suresh for what it’s worth, looks cute and chirpy. Satish and motta Rajendran evoke few laughs. Oru sila song nalla iruntha mathiri irunthichi aana manasula ottala. Mathabadi it’s a timepass movie at best.

Gils verdict – Sivakarthikeyan mela kothichu ezhara makkal elaam should realize that rather than venting their ire on media, had they stopped watching his movie or such movies, that itself would’ve led the producers to hunt for different script. Atha ututu pullaya azha udrathulam too much. A breezy entertainer for Siva fans and for those who are accustomed to such nonsense of a story on screen.

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Vijay sethupathi - movie review

Vijay sethupathi actor thaana..athenna padam per mathiri review potrukannu pongum singangalay..avar paatuku daily oru padam release pannitu poraru. Avlo moviesum thani thaniya review poda mudila. Still, as an actor he has impressed one and all. So mothama a review on him as an actor across all his movies would be apt nu felt.

Exact sequence epo started therila,except for sethupathi and possibly rekka (which I’vent seen yet) in almost all his movies, be it soodhu kavvum or pizza or idharkuthane aasapattai balakumara or even the recent ones like iraivi,kadhalum kadanthu pogum, nanum rowdy thaan, aandavan kattalai or even dharma dhurai for that matter, (shabba..padam perlam mothama sollavay ithana neram aaguthay..intha manushan epdi ivlo padam nadichi release vera panraro) his character always stands out on each of the movie and is always that of a middle class person. His looks, but for soodhu kavvum, is almost same in all the movies,except for trimming of the facial hair. His voice modulation or the lack of it is same across all his roles. His getup change or the absence of it is restricted to just the change of colors. No funky hairdoand not even punch dialogues worth remembering across his movies. And the mix of all these simpleton-ism is what makes him stand out in the crowd of “being the center of attraction” lovers.And another reason for his near repeat appearance and make over is that he dons the role of the common man, the literal man-next-door in all his movies. He is so much relate-able in his roles that, its very hard to distinguish if he is acting or just being himself or ourselves for that matter. There is no over the top histrionics or melodrama or burst of emotions. It’s all so subtle and genuine that, he makes acting as a profession look so easy.

Either his luck or his tremendous knack of picking the right script, every story he has picked has such unique yet relate-able storyline. It makes one wonder, had he rejected any of those scripts, would any other contemporary hero would’ve even bothered to pick them!! There seems to be a conscious effort in not getting portrayed as a image conscious hero, thereby creating a wedge between him and the audience. Yet at the same time, the kind of scripts he chooses makes him experiment as well. It all sounds ridiculously simple, yet something that has not been achieved by no one else in the industry. If he was the lovable rowdy in “nanum rowdy thaan” which was more of a comic caper, his portrayal of a gethu inspector in “sethupathi” was a pakka example of commercial masala. The movie might’ve flopped because it was so anti-viay sethupathi-ish in every aspect. But the actor in him, striving for experiment scored the golden goal with that movie.

His latest movie that I saw was “Aandavan kattalai”. A simple movie on the struggles one has to undergo to get a passport in every means possible that are illegal. It could be considered as a in your face movie that talks about how easy it is to enter and exit out of the innumerable loop holes in our system and how ridiculously corrupt our government machinery has become. He plays the role of a simpleton in search of a good job in UK to settle in life. How he gets into muddle with his spouse name, while being single and his escapades that eventually lead him to getting married with the heroine forms the plot. Had any other actor taken up the role, I really doubt, if the end product would’ve been as simple. There are no hero glorification songs, no public bashing baashan or gyaan to the society. Of course, all these credit goes to the director and script writer. But had he been like another of his contemporaries, he could’ve very well forced his opinions and made a mess of an otherwise simple story. He has created an image of credibility about himself and the kind of scripts that he selects.

Gils verdict – cheers to the first and only unassuming hero in current tamil movie industry. May his tribe grow.

Tuesday, October 04, 2016

PINK -Movie review

After a really long time, a movie review :)

Have been hearing and reading rave reviews about this movie. The title suggested it could be yet-another-feminist flick, hell bent on painting all men bad and how miserable and suffering women folk are. But the positive reviews aroused curiosity on the movie. More than being feminist, the movie scared the heck out of me is an understatement. To rephrase, its one of the scariest movies i've ever seen.

It doesn't have any jump out of your skin kind of horror or make your spine chill kind of bgm's and sudden heart stopping twists on screen play. What makes the skin crawly moments of the movie is its candidness. When people watch horror flicks, they kind of know what to expect, the least of which being getting scared. They may jump at the shadows for a while, till the after effects of the movie passes by. But movies like PINK would surely give you sleepless nights, more so if you care for the women in your family. More than a story involving protagonist and antagonist, it brings to light any unfortunate day in the life of women in any metro, when their stars shine down and make them cross path with those in power. To me the scariest part of the plot was the ease with which people bend law to their will. Even with crores of cases pending and with corruption ruling roost, the good people of this country, still have an inkling of belief in the justice system. When the corrupt takes control of the court and write their own judgement, that's when it hits real hard. More than their act, its the ease at which the system surrenders to their beck and call, that makes the movie scary beyond imagination. The three girls who suffer the torment of those rogue guys could very well be your neighbours or even from your own family. Their response to the situations forced on them are so realistic that its almost like watching a LIVE proceedings on the happening of the life of some one near and dear. Their pain, helplessness, struggle to live a normal life, the stigma associated with imprisonment least of all the nonsense looks that they've to endure the moment they step out of their doors, none of them are fiction.

When i saw the tamil movie "Soodhu Kavvum" the title took a whole two hours running time of the movie to hit on me, when the only good guy of the movie, is asked to relinquish his post for his corrupt son, who as the end credits rolls by, comes up successful in that post. It justified the title that crime eventually wins and pays, making a mockery of goodness which was in minority. Similarly, with Amitabh being the old crusader in a rusted and broken armour to rescue the damsels in distress, that was the only part which felt cinematic. The reactions bordering from callousness to sheer ignorance of the plight of the girls sounded logical and infact shamelessly normal, as compared to the intentions of Amitabh to help. Needless to say the old chap has done a marvelous job. How one wishes that Rajini sticks to his rise to stardom formulae of redoing Amitabh’s hits in tamil in current era too. Would pay big bucks to watch Rajini do this role. Nevertheless, Tapsee Pannu, the “Aadukalam” girl is a million bucks worthy selection for the role of the uber modern girl who is both vulnerable and strong, free willed yet locked down by society, soars up to enjoy her life on her own terms and gets bogged down by bullies. Couldn’t imagine anyone else in that role. Rest of the cast are also picture perfect. The success for the director lies in that fact that, some might even root for the inspector who refuses to take their case first hand and admonishes them for roaming around in the night, wearing skimpy clothes. Honestly, it would be an almost similar response from any normal guy to a gal if she comes and complaints to him about any trouble. But is that what he is supposed to do and is that the right response in this sickeningly bad society? Should one dig the hole deeper and push their head in it to avoid such issues? Is embarrassment the biggest bane of women who want to have a life on their own terms? The movie doesn’t answer, but sets these questions on.

Gils verdict: As a society, we react only when the issue occurs at our door step. That too, the valiant of the lot, at best, may take a single step towards getting justice, only to falter and fall at the first hurdle. Despite all this, if people still doesn’t take law on their hands it’s because of what little belief they’ve on the judiciary. In an ideal world, I would want this movie to flop like hell. But in current world, it requires a 100 day run, tax free and probably shown across all and any medium possible. Not because it’s the best movie ever. Just to scare more people like me, into thinking. Be scared. Be very very scared.

Thursday, September 29, 2016

Truly madly deeply

What is the starting point for identifying your passion? Does it start from childhood? Is it a matter of co-incidence that makes you stumble onto it? Or is it sheer fate that leads you to it? Even if you figure it out, how to start believing? Off late one question that rings in mind non-stop is on the topic of trust. How does people begin to trust whoever the other person maybe? To have trust in one's own abilities and backing themselves is a totally different aspect, over which at least we can have a semblance of control. But how or when does one start trusting another person? Does it start with the other person doing things on expected lines? Does it get strengthened in one’s ability to predict the reactions and responses of the other? What happens when the other person on whom you base your trust happens to be your spiritual guru?!!

I got drawn into a conversation by accident that set the stream of questions raised above. It was between two of my colleagues who are also absolutely-no-nonsense devotees of a late holy seer. During lunch they were having animated discussions on the events they were planning with no penny on hand, having full faith on their guru and how things just simply fall in place every single time. They were as determined as they come to make a difference in the life of those who are deserving and were discussing various other people as well, who are part of their group on how they go about in their charity work without even a hush. Note that this is not a religious group or some famous cult or NGO but merely a set of people who are driven by their passion to serve the needy in guidelines with the teachings of their spiritual guru. Their absolute, unquestionable, unflinching faith and devotion on their guru and the passion with which they go about their activities were contagious to say the least. It was obviously heartening to see how volunteering for social causes, which of course is their passion, drove them across the state and the interesting and unbelievable experiences that they encountered. What was astounding was that, whenever they start, they have just a plan and no idea on funding, logistics or any resources for that matter. They just pray to their guru and their faith on him ensures that the event runs to success every single time!!! If at all there appears to be a need for anything, it always is made available to them from some unknown source who wouldn’t even have been there at the place but for some chain of events. It might sound like way too much of a co-incidence and magical to say the least. But the point that was appealing to me was their passion. Their trust in their guru which they believe is the single factor driving and they are very humble and careful to attribute every single success to their guru’s grace and not even by mistake do they take credit for anything.

How do you trust someone/something so wholeheartedly? Is trust an implicit faculty that everyone is born with, which is kindled on upon satisfying certain parameters? Or is it a toggle switch that is always On by default and is switched off when the other person fails to justify the faith? I am not putting these questions as a pessimist or as a cynic filled with negativity. In my family everyone has their own spiritual guide but for me and my mom, for whom, everything and anything is worth following and praying. Looking at fellow people with such staunch beliefs and redoubtable passion with which they follow their beliefs, be it community service or teaching or helping with logistics, they all seem to take it up with a joy in their heart and smile on their lips and are truly happy in doing what they do. Even if I push myself to join them in their activities, beyond a while, it becomes monotonous and I question my own sincerity in being a part of it. Feels so jealous to see those people who are so sure on what they want to do in their life.

What is that one thing or many things that I am passionate about and will I ever be able to realize it within this lifetime? If at all I am unable to decide, at least I plan to buy that Honda bike called Passion before it goes out of production. That way it would truly be my passion that would be driving me!!

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Who killed 9 AM?

People who are unfortunate enough to visit by this blog would know about the punctuality of gilsbert and how comfortable and dependable he is in keeping up on time, which has been explained in no less than several thousand words across so many posts. It so happened one day that, despite all his reluctance, he had to set up a call early in the day, to catch up on the tasks to be done, before the clients came barging in the evening.

After much deliberation, it was decided to be scheduled at 9 AM. Much to his surprise, there were hardly any takers for the call. The responses for rejection were more on the lines of  "i would be on commute and hence tentative" or more simply since they left late yesterday, joining a call at 9 was simply out of question for those invited. Not one of them mentioned that they had a conflict with another call at that time, which usually would be the standard response for rejection. And when he checked their calendars before setting the call, the 9 to 10 window was the only available free slot across all of them.

There are quite a lot of people, be onsite or offshore, who doesn't bat an eyelid when it comes to taking calls at odd hours in the morning. Probably the only reason being they can take it from home. But 9 AM is cursed in that aspect that if you take the call from home, you would be much delayed for work and if you've to take it from office, you've to be in really early!!  The risk of taking such calls on commute varies from external disturbances to signal loss.

Coming back to the topic, is the concept of 9 AM really practical in current day scenario? Did any one question how long did they play the previous evening or how late into the night they stayed awake studying (!!??) and hence couldn't be on time for school? Does anyone pray excuse and ask any train or flight to wait since they were held up on traffic or request for a rerun of those scenes missed while going for movies? Then why the same sense of importance is not assigned to in-time for offices? Coming from some one who is titled "late" even when alive, these questions are not mere rhetorical but rather practical. And these would be very questions posted by any corporate management to insist on the perfect in-time.

They are not much wrong in their genuine query, except that the answer for it lies on the other side of the day. How concerned those very people, who raise these questions, are on the out time for the employees? What effort do they take to ensure people leave on time? how many managers can cross their heart and say they don't set up meetings after 6? In this cut throat competitive world, where you blink and miss business and with the pay lords sitting on other side of the planet, is it logical to shut shop at 6?

Nayagan dialog thaan nyabagam varuthu - "mudhalla avangala nirutha sollu..aprum naan nirutharen" !!!

Monday, September 19, 2016

To B.E or not B.E

"Do you understand physics jokes?"

A rather innocuous sentence or question. But the situation in context was hilarious or sad, depends on which side of the conversation you were.

A friend of mine, your typical America mappillai, recently had a skype chat with his possible bride-to-be. Ponnu paakrangaratha epdi solrathu? hunting sonna sandaiku varanga. Anyways. While discussing about their respective profiles, that girl suddenly had popped the question. Though he had heard the question, he was kind of confused as to if he heard it right and had it reconfirmed. While deliberating over the question, it was explained to him that, since he was from art and science background and not an engineer, that girl had wondered out loud, would he be able to appreciate nerdy jokes like science jokes. Needless to say on the status of the discussion. He polambified to me and was funny cursing the day he chose not to take up engineering and settled for B.Sc. Though we had a hearty laugh at it, it was strange to think that, people are still so hung up on engineering as a qualification!! That too while screening profiles for marriage!!!

There used to be time when IT companies used to select only engineering grads and even if selected science grads would be paid only half the salary as engineering grads and would probably be the single biggest reason for attrition in the science grads group. Not sure if the trend continues even now. Considering the above situation, Matrimony Profile filter conditionla humour sense ulla paiyyan venumnu podrathu poga, engineering padichi, physics/chemistry/botany/zoology jokes purinjikara, paiyyan venumnu inimay add pannuvanga pola!!

Pasanga pavam.

Thursday, September 15, 2016

The second of the seven

Some time back i had posted about a person, whose life story stunned me, for it was what i felt, would've been my life story, had the choices i made been any different. Personality wise his was an extreme version of mine. Anything i had in mild he was the wilder version, the espresso to me latte. It was an interesting study in contrast for me as i had a ring side view of what would've possibly happened in my life if i had chosen the other road that i left behind. I had even posted about it in this very blog.

There is a saying that there are always seven people in the world, who look the same - possibly the crudest translation of "unna mathiriye ezhu per ulagathula irupanga". Recently, i met the second of the seven. This guy's life story was a lot more similar and curiously, our lives had been interconnecting for past decade and a half without either of us realizing. We had stayed on the same street, on houses on either side of the road. When he was in Hyderabad, i was in Chennai and when i went to USA he came back from there to Chennai. While bride hunting, we both have been screened by same girls and idhula perumaikuria vishayam is, have both been rejected by them. We both have been on same company but different locations and the answer to how come ithana kathai you know is that now we both work on the same company. After by passing each other all this while, finally fate has found a seat for us on the same section.

While talking, rather listening to him talk, i got to know all those kathai mentioned above. For starters, it was the first ever time, i am interacting with someone who talks more than me!!! Overa pesarangara arthathula mattum illa..more on volume. Not the sound, but quantity. While we both share varied interests, mine have mostly be the nuni pul meyara level, while he has alasi aaranjified everything. While he is still a fitness freak, that streak died in me a while back. While his belief factor around faith is immensely more than mine, the confusion regarding our career and life in general was an unifying factor still. The more he spoke, the more i got convinced on how my life would've been had it not been for a "yes" exchanged few years back.

I couldn't stop thinking on that 7 people adage ever since. Probably what it meant was not in literal sense that there would be 7 dopple gangers all looking like carbon copy of each, but more to illustrate the fact that, we are not alone in whatever that happens in our life. Be it the choices we take or not, its always a life lived by another, who for all we know, might be our next door neighbour.

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Journey called life

There is a scene in one hindi movie, where the heroine, on a road trip with the hero claims - "I don't want to go back to the place where we came and I don't like where we are going as well. This journey..this road..which seems never ending..this I like. Wish this journey never ends."

Cut to the post.

Being a cynic bordering on satire, under the guise of striving to be near perfect, one might be tempted to ask, what did she like in particular - being the passenger driven by some one, who in fact is the deciding authority on when, to where and how the trip progresses? Or was it the thought of never settling down and be on constant movement, drinking in the joys of nature as is where is? Its getting tad philosophical for a simple dialogue. Yet, that scene really set the thought process behind the post.

I've written few posts on my "close encounters of the bulb kind" with kids. I've always been fond of kids and to quote my BIL, a certified kid tamer (different post for different occasion). But, to put it honestly, i've never spent more than few hours with any of them. Whatever the occasion that presents the opportunity, the experiences and interactions were limited to them. Probably they saw a fancy in me for a limited time pass which made us gel well wouldn't have been an inaccurate statement. What if the kid get to spend much longer time with me? Will we still like each other or get bored of each other? What if that kid happens to be my own? First of all, will I still be able to entertain and entice similar response as how I managed with other kids?

On a parallel note, I started wondering on my relation with my dad. Who else can I compare my situation with, but him is not a misnomer. Did he also go through this phase with me? He was quite popular with kids of all age groups and was a favorite with all of them. Even the neighbors  grand kids would easily make friends with him for he was of the pampering kind. Conventional logic states that no two person can continuously like each other all throughout. But here it was not the question of liking and get liked. It was definitely more than few moments of smile and laughter and above all a brand new relationship with a brand new person. I, for one, might be a slate, rubbed clean many times but not so for the kid, to whom it might be the first of many relations he would be forming down the line. Will I be up to the proverbial mark? Probably, most of the guys go through this phase while expecting their first born. There were million more questions and concerns running through mind and every single one of them went blank from the moment the little one came into our life.

He was like a big size guppies fish when I first saw him. So small and soft and reddish pink in color it was scary to even touch him, lest it hurt him. No wonder people call kids a bundle of joy, for he was wrapped in a warm fluffy towel and with multiple layers of cloth when he I lifted him for the first time. For some one who hardly weighed as much as the towel he was wrapped in, the weight of responsibility around him, weighed heavier than anything i had ever lifted. It was the most precious bundle that ever rested on my arms. When I visited him again after few weeks, he would still very well fit right within my fore arms. It was fun watching him sleep, latched on the arm like the most beautiful tattoo ever made. After few months, when he came home to settle, he would still nestle well within the momentary cradle formed with both my arms, happily settling to sleep. Slowly, like the fish in macchavathar, he started to find his feet and is already showing traits of his gran-pa in his taste for food, love for his aunt and in his penchant for having an audience. It was hardly surprising that his first words were "aththai" and next word "thaa thaa". But what was stunning was, my mom, who stays with him for the maximum time of the day, playfully showed him the picture of my dad and introduced him to the word. He caught on with that and would never miss a chance to look at the picture and call "thaa thaa". But for all her cajoling and plead, he is yet to call her "paati". Its "thaa thaa" everyone. Probably, the warmth of a person cannot be contained by a mere frame is my guess.

On the most physically painful day of his life, when he got both his ears pierced, he turned one. Not exactly the best way to start your first birthday. But, he looks like a rock star now, literally and figuratively. May be down the line when he sees all those pics, he might be tempted to think, nothing good comes without pain. If its in my hands, I would try my damnest to make sure, he doesn't have to endure any hardship of any kind. But I would still want him to live his own life, to the fullest, experiencing and learning and in the end, stay true to the name he carries , as that of his gran-pa.

Before he came, couldn't imagine how life would be with him in it, after his arrival, wondering how the hell all those years went by!!!

Happy birthday laddu.

Friday, August 05, 2016

The question - finale


Mun Kurippu:
Intha seriesoda last partnu poatta neram post poda systemay ilama poidchi. Irunthiruntha mattum kizhichirupiana..adhu vera matter.

Whenever i write, epdi ending vara poguthunu post podra varaikkum i will have no idea. At the spur of the moment enna thonutho athaan ending. But for this one, it was decided way back that ending has to be different. Epdiyum onnum ulaga varalaatril mudhal muraiyaaga sollarathuku onnumilla. Same arachha maavu theme. Intha storyoda endinga title base panni mudicha epdirukumnu yosichathin vilaivay intha post.

Here it goes.

Venue: Blog Bhavan Restaurant
Participants : Thala Ramesh, Raji, Asha, Mages, Vincy,Adivasi matrum Gils

Thala: enna Gilsu..adhukulla end card potuta..innum oru 1000 episodesaachum edhirpaathene
G: Podalaamnu thaan paathen..opicela blog cut panitaangala..adikadi kadhai maranthirunthu..yosichi yosichi izhukka mood illa

Asha: adhu kadhai nu onnu iruntha kavalapadanum..thoninathu thonaathathu elaam posta podravangaluku why the worry
G: avvv...vachukitta vanjanai panren..what is in satti..comes in agappai

Mages: adai gils..ennoda kadhai ennachu..ambonu vituta?
G: Mister Mages..ungaluku Kaushiki kooda thaan marriage datelam fix panniyachay..aprumenna kannalam thaan

Vincy: Appo Priyavoda vaazhkai
G: she marries Ram..ashtey

Raji: Ji..pala naala oru doubtu..question gara titlekum intha kadhaikum what relation
G: idhu oru nalla kelvi
Raji: badil sollunga ji
G: adhavathu..ithu oru love story..
Raji: idhu semma twista irukkay..we didnt know..grrrr..mela sollunga
G: Ending ennagaratha, intha storyoda kodaanu kodi followesaana neengalam questiona kettu terinjukreenga..athaan apdi oru title kept
Raji mindvoicela self spitting.

Athivasi: yov dakalti..startingla enna poda porennu post pdoravaraikkum teriathunu sonna..ipo ennamo ithu pala naal thittam pola solra
G: ipdilam cross question pannapdaathu..

Mages: Ram ponnu paaka poittu vera ponna love panni kalyanam pannikaran. Itha solla edhuku ivlo post!!
G: Mister Mages..itheye thaan ellam cinemalayum solraanga..aanlum padam oduthula..athey pola thaan

Raji: Enakoru doubtu
G: intha kadhaila ivlo doubta..kelum..kettu tholayum
Raji: athenna eppo paaru Ram, Priya nu kadhai uttings..vera per vacha police pudichiruma
G: Type adika easya irukaynu retained

Asha: Romba naala kekanum nenachen...athenna epo paaru Amma puranamavay iruku your stories poora..why no Appa character?
G: Amma na jollya dialogue podavaruthu..Appa characterku konjam strict opicer mindseta irukarathala mokka podra dialogues map aaga can't simply joke about some one you revere right..adhaan..and ennoda  first rendu kadhaila Appa character vara mathiri thaan potruken..adhu konjam serious tonela irukum..

Raji: Intha kathaila enakku oralavukku pudicha characterna adhu Anil thaan..avana ambo nu vituteeray..idhu nyayamaa
G: echuseme ello lady..cinemala kooda friends rolelaam duet start aagara varaikum thaan. heroine set aaita kazhatti vitruvanga. same blood here as well.

Adivasi: Almost ella kadhai of yours sound autobiographical..
G: oray theme vachu maavu aatina apdi thaan..mostly will suttufy from real life incidents happening for my friends and would mix it with some of my own..epdiyum avanga yaarum blog padikaporathilla..naalikku maatikita kooda avanga thaan antha characternu therinjidapdaathula...ellam oru raasathanthiram thaan :D
Adivasi also experiences self thu moment.

Vincy: Irunthaalum ipdi uppu sappillatha endingku moonu masam mukki mukki post potrukanuma?
G: Nyayamaana kelvi
Vincy: Aduthu kadhai epdi..answernu title vachutu endingla ellarum senthu answer pannikongannu vida poriya...kondruven..
G: apdilaam oru idea ithu varaikkum illa..aana intha idea nallarukkay...satre yosika vendia matter :D:D

Avlothaanga ..kelvi badil mudichitu elaarum veetuku kelambi poitaanga. Aduthu oru series post poatta..dharamthuku adi vizhungarathala..ipothaikku appeetings.