I see dead people...

Prelude : Hi all this is an amateurish attempt to write a science fiction.. If its that bad, sue me.. else put a nice comment in the comment box :)

An instinctive jerk, eyes depicting fear....the little boy springs up on his bed screaming....

"MOMMY!!!", He meant for the sream to be loud, but it turned out to be hoarse.Nevertheless, Mom had heard her son yell.

Mom (concerned) : What's wrong sweety?

Son (struggling to speak) : I saw it again, 3 of them, I swear I did

Mom (sitting by him on the bed) : Keane, Baby, It was probably a nightmare....

Son (adamant) : No mom, you allways make an excuse, never listen to me.......you even ignored me in the morning...

Mom (thinking) : What in the morning?

Son (irritated, pounding his hands on the bed) : I told you i saw them walking by the car window while you were driving me to school...........(livid)...you ignored me then and you are ignoring me now..

Mom (sympathetic) : It's all in your head, Keane.

Son (not letting go) : No mom, I'm for real....sometimes I sense that you're ignoring me because you are as scared as I am..

Mom (smiling) : (in deep thought)....(complete silence)

Son : Mom?......Are you scared too?

Mom : (back to reality)....No Keane I'm not. There is nothing to be afraid of

Son : Then why won't you make them go? and more importantly, why aren't you taking me seriously?......(few seconds)....Mommy, I really think you are scared too.....

Mom (Reassuarance) : Keane, baby I'm tired, I've said this a million times and I will say it one last time........"There are no such things as humans"

Are you with me??

He : "Its ok, lets go for it."

She: "C'mon, I am not with you. I know where you are heading towards?"

He : "Oh, you don't have to be bothered."

She: "Are you nuts?

He : "Hey, there's nothing to be scared of. This is what people do!”

She: “I know. Guys are always like this” *sighs*

He : “Hey dear, please…”

She: “You don’t have to beg like this. Just think about it once”

He : “Yaa, I did think. It is perfectly fine"

She: "Did u even forget that I'm elder to you?"

He: "I'm sure its ok"

She: "How can it be ok?? What would the world talk about it? That too on the christmas eve"

He : "Why do you have to think about the world. It always talks"

She: "No way, I am not doing it"

He : "Hey, I'm sure it'll remain a secret between us"

She: "Secret. How come? Somebody in the house would definitely see us"

He : "Nope. I'll make sure that nobody sees. You don't have to think this much"

She: "How can I not think?"

He : "Just look at me once. It is me who's asking"

She: "That’s what is making me think"

He : "Please…"

She: "Are u sure it'll be only once?"

He : "I swear to God, it'll be only once"

She: "You sure we'll not get into any trouble later?

He : "No, not at all. I'll even forget that we did something like this"

She: "Ok then. Just this once. Lets do it"

He : "Yes!!!"


And the kids arranged the stool and started stealing the christmas candies from atop the fridge.

Oh my God!! What have I become??

What did the Java programmer say to the C++ programmer at their 10 year college reunion?




"Long time, no C!"

PS : In the name of lord, I assure I won't write lame technical mokhais here after in my blog and I assure that I will not become a dork!!

Quantum of Solace - Not Bond-ish at all :(

The only thing that’s shaken in “Quantum of Solace” is the camera work and I certainly wasn’t stirred by a dang thing.

Daniel Craig is fortunate “Casino Royale” came out first. Not that one can be separated from the other – a problem – as “Solace” begins one hour after the other ends.

“Royale” was a huge bet that won big. It had everything a Bond film should have – action, intrigue, sex appeal, wit, gadgets, dastardly villains, surprises – plus some actual honest-to-God love for 007. Vesper, played by French model Eva Green, brought a twinkle to this new Bond’s blue eyes.

That twinkle is a busted Christmas light in “Solace.” You see it once or twice in the 106-minute film – A glimmer of hope! Maybe this will get good! - then it’s back to steel.

This is a revenge film served cold, but I can’t say that was the best way to serve it. This Bond rivals Buster Keaton for The Great Stone Face. There’s no emotion, no connection, almost no reprieve from his Terminator visage. The result is a film at arm’s length that tries to compensate for its lack of personality with fight scene after chase scene after explosion after shootout all with blurred camera shots and superfast cuts.

There have been 22 Bond films so far and many formulas have emerged, including two women for our man: One who becomes his sidekick, one he uses and loses. Sometimes a woman is able to rise above the baggage of “Bond girl.” Halle Berry stole “Die Another Day” from Pierce Brosnan (and saved the film entirely) and Eva Green’s chemistry with Daniel Craig in “Casino Royale” forged the truest Bond.

Can’t say the same for the Bond girls this time. (Although neither is Denise Richards/Christmas Jones, I'll give them that.) Olga Kurylenko plays Camille – the sidekick – who has some back story about her family being killed by a Bolivian general. So she’s in this for revenge as well, but her plight is even more removed from his. At least fans will have met Vesper.

“Solace” gives us a villain (Mathieu Amalric), who looks like a normal guy and even runs a company called Greene Planet. We have a sinister group called Quantum which has people “everywhere,” but not only does M not know anything about them, I still don’t quite get it. (Please don’t return to Quantum next time. Please. Let it go.)

“Quantum of Solace” is so hell-bent on being retro with its outdated opening credits (not a fan of the song by Jack White and Alicia Keys) and back-to-basics format, it feels like regression. It’s a bad fit. The old model worked (occasionally) for the other Bonds because they were more … Bond-ish.

That’s what made Craig such a revelation. People gasped and clutched their pearls at first, because he didn’t fit the mold. Blond hair? Blue eyes? That scrappy loner who just looks like he’s going to hit me but gives a crooked schoolboy grin to the ladies? But that ended up his strength. He’s our Bond for the 21st century. An unpolished antihero for a post-Bourne world. (Sorry, it was inevitable the other B name would come up.)

At this point, you have to do more than send him around the world in fancy boats and hotels. You have to do more than have him beat up the bad guys. From Bourne to Batman, we’ve got our stoic tough guys covered.

In “Casino Royale,” Daniel Craig proved 007 was still relevant. Still fresh, still fun. His best points are rendered moot in “Solace,” which is more interested in playing out Bond’s expressionless “inconsolable rage” than actually entertaining the audience.

This isn’t a Bergman film: Bond can search his soul on his own time. Bring back that wit, that sparkle - that raw, dangerous, vulnerable guy we bet on a couple of years ago. He was a winner.

In fact I slept for about ten minutes during the movie and this was so un-bond-ish, they had to remind us that this is a BOND movie by running the QOS-opening credits at the end...

And last but not the least - there was no - "I'm Bond, James bond" in this movie.. Is there anything more I need to say?

Rating : 2.3/5

Verfdict : Don't watch. Let there be Casino Royale :)

Diwali @ Chicago - ??@#$@$^$^*#%^&#*&

It's that time of the year again when the sky sparkles with the shimmering embers of firecrackers, when houses are enveloped in the warm glow from lamps of all kinds. There's a distinct nip in the air that announces the arrival of Diwali.

You can always tell when it's coming. The days seem quieter. The nights seem darker, broken by the soft radiance from homes. There's a sense of excitement at the propect of the coming festival ( and of course, the holiday! ). You feel like spending time with family and friends. Everything seems cleaner and brighter. Even if, like me, you don't really relish the rituals, commercialization and overspending that festivals bring, Diwali is one that you probably look forward to.

I never failed to look forward this year too , to what has turned out to be the worshht DIWALI ever in my life :(. This time, for the first time, I'm had my Diwali away from home. Without my family and friends. It's kind of depressing. I miss being forced to take part in the customary cleaning at home, grudgingly deliver all the sweets that mom made to the neighbours and relatives with a fake smile :)

Being a movie freak, I even don't know what movies were released this Diwali... How pathetica am I ? :) To my astonishment I miss Madurai a lot at this time of the year. I miss those funny little streets and the most annoying traffic. The crackers, the celebration and what not??

Well I might sound depressed aad I have the right to be for only these I did on the day of Diwali

1. get up and start immediately for a job fair, where Im pretty sure no one is gonna call back after seeing my resume :)

2. Immediately after that I had a class to attend, well two classes - 6 hrs of lecture

3. I almost froze on the way back home ( temperature - 3 degrees C and it feels like fuking -2 deg C)

4. NOTE : I never ate for all these time

5. Eat something to suffice my hunger

6. sleep

7. get up

8. write this post

What a great Diwali :)

One more funny thing is in Chicago, Diwali is postponed to next weekend,, and for heavens sake, why cant these Indians who are here take a day off and celebrate it on the day of diwali? It sucks big time. Am I going to be a part of 'that' crowd? I guess no :)

No morning poojas

No amma's sweets

No ashirvads

No 'Solomon' Pappayya's patti mandram

No new movies

No friends

No 'indhiya tholaikkatchigalil mudal murayaga'

No crackers

No fun

Great Diwali...

Im fucking living the American Dream!! :)

PS:

With all these lined up 'NO's we did had some fun on the night before Diwali... that was really soothing... Being with new friends and making amaturish payasam and halwa... it was fun... but it could ve been more fun though :) Thanks guys for pouring some fun and not letting the light go off this Diwali :)

Im not back, yet!!

Prelude : I thought of posting something starting from the day that I left my Madurai .But then I realised nobody gives a shit abt my travelogue and all that and moreover I came here some 50 days ago. So writing abt my travel would be kinda boring, even to me .Then I wrote this.. Keep reading...

Being away from home is one of the most bugging things in life, barring the case of honeymoon ofcourse. It gives you so many things to take care of; responsibilities you'd be proud if your child had, but really not interested in having them yourself. It is said that it transforms a boy into a man. But for people like me, who've already been through this transformation and all geared up for a honeymoon, it doesn't really matter

Language is a small barrier, not because I do not know English. I infact know English well, the only problem being that the people here do not know the English that I know!

Bachelors are generally pathetic, giving the picture of a slum dwelling (minus the colour TV if you were thinking of a slum area from Tamil Nadu). But here, they are super well maintained. Though the bathrooms are common, we generally do not face a problem since Arjun Singh has not yet introduced reservations in this segment. If that happens, I'll have to keep one leg outside while taking bath I believe. And then one washing machine per aprtment, which 32 of us use till the coil burns

It is supposed to be summer here in Chicago. But infact it was iraining heavily for few days recently. (nallavanga irukkara edathula ellam mazhai peyyumaam, so no wonder) and continued to do so for a week, after which things are hetting warm here. After having faced the heat in Madurai and Madras, I should'n be saying Chicago is hot blah blah.. :)

The meteorological department here is doing a spectacular job. They predict and it happens.
Its so unlike Indian predictions. I was in Bombay few months back and they predicted extremely heavy rainfall there from the 6th of June(let me assume the date coz im not sure abt the date :).) The rains stopped on the night of 5th June. Since then, the sun was shining brightly as if the heads of thousands of Deve Gowdas are being used as reflectors here. I strongly recommend the Government to stop investing the money in Met Dept and instead start a matchmaking (not sivakasi theepetti match) forum which would be a lot more profitable. Or it can even be used for other useful purposes like teaching Arjun Singh simple mathematics - percentages in particular. I mean, the forecasting is so bad that it stops raining even during monsoon! Namma sattelites ellam what doing? Seriya dhaan irukka? Or Baakistan Deeviravathigal hack pannitaangala?? I am going to try scribbling INSAT 1A, INSAT 1B etc on Saneeswaran kovil sevuru to help them function properly. Edho nammaala mudinjathu.

Food here is terribly monotnous! Though we make variety of dishes! Confusing rite? Well, this will make the statement clearer. We make sambar with carrot one day ;potatoes - second day; keep the same for the third day; and even then there might be more sambar left which can be used as Manja Thanni for aththai ponnus to pour on mama payyans, without requiring any further dilution.On 4th day we keep rasam which runs for two days. Pathetic :) :( .

For morning breakfast I have a technologically advanced cereals. It provides me with iron,vitamin(s),calcium along with hunger in two bladdy hours. Here ppl dont eat apicy food. Even the FIRE SAUCE (Fire sause is the 'mirchi'est sause here) in TACO-BELL ( a mexican restaurant) is sweet to me. If I continue to eat this american food my tonugue will soon be having RIP embossed on it, for sure.

Girls are one of the main reasons why people do not wish to leave Chicago! Being from down south, I was under the impression that girls always prefer to wear churidhaars. But there seems to be a blanket ban on such costumes in Chicago. So far I have seen girls only in T-Shirts, that too ones which are a couple of sizes smaller! Also, "sleeveless" here means "nearly topless" for most, which is nothing but our Sudermani banian in Tamilnadu. Malls like Spencers and City Centres are thus of no necessity here. Since we have a B-School, Engineering College, Arts College and School in the same campus, I get to see people from all age groups and all walks of life, from around the globe . Edho naan nallavana irukkarthaala naan undu en velai undu-nu irukkaen....!

One thing which I miss majorly is being out of touch with whats happening around!! Reading news online is kinda irritating but I gotta get used to it I guess Inga TV nahi. TV-ey irundhaalum Gabtun movies arumai eppadi puriya veppaen ivangalukkellam?! Those of you who are still around checking this blogspace, HELP!! How do you guys stay up to date with clowns like TR and periya thalais like Gabtun? This info me definitely need to continue blogging

Anyways amidst all these matters I do get time to study. Test vecha how much u getting-nu enna paathu ppl asking!! Periya insult!! In my four years of college life nobody has dared to ask me the portions even! And Oh God.. I miss my tutors from back at home... Dada, Pooka, Jumbo where are you!?! I even tried to learn talking to my cell phone.. NO USE !! hmmm... Enna panna poren nu therla..

And machas and machis - I miss you all a lot :)

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For those who don't know :

One important matter. I am the Shanmuga Bharathi B..Tech in IT officially! Arrear vekkama 4 years. Aatha I am the pass!!

Two impoertant matter ;) Im in Chicago doing my Master's degree in Management in Information Systems.

Note : Before I officially put up a "I am back" board out here, I need some vetti websites. Till then ippadi mokkai blog-a poattu bore adippaen

Cheers!! Cheers!!

People, its like so loooong since I blogged in this and when I accidentally came back to visit my blog and read some posts, I found one thing :) Its this. If you can't see what it is read further :)

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MY BLOG TURNED ONE :) :) :)

[Now, got the mokai in the pic :) ?]

I know my friends ,though they arent that good critics, are fervent readers of this blog.. Thanks for all the support :) I'll come back with the Dasavatharam's Review.Keep reading :) :)

CHEERS :)

Dasavatharam - Music Review - not in Kamal's Class :(

Much awaited ( I did!!) music of Dasavatharam is out :) . With all the hype and expectations when I listened to this album, I was terribly dissappointed :( Himesh Reshamiyya - dumb sucker has performed the music score for a tamil movie for the first time. He is lucky that he is doing the score for a Kamal Hassan starrer . This is a typical Himesh album with high pitch vocals , heavy bass and keyboard sounds.

Ulaga Nayagan (Vinith)

A song patronizing my thala is sung by a new bee Vinith. Honestly I don’t know what to make of this song. It was neither good or bad but it did not leave a bad taste. The energy level for this kind of song is certainly missing. For the great lyrics patronizing Kamal, the pep is definitely missing. I had to make myself like this song. For that, I had to close my eyes and virtually picturize every line of this song. Try it, you might like this song :)

Kalai Mattum (Hariharan)

Hariharan sings this song with his usual relish. . The Arabic mix with the violin is interesting. This is possibly the best song of the album. With the glimpse of the picturisation , I guess this will be the first song of the movie and its a sure chart-buster. Vaali has done a commendable jod in penning the lyrics.

Oh Sanam (Kamal Hassan and Mahalakshmi Iyer)

This is a peppy song sung by Kamal himself. This is the only song I could hum after listening to the full album. Mahalakshmi supports him with her vocals and does a good job at it . The rhythm is decent and this is a typical Himesh song with the high pitch and heavy bass. Vairamuthu's lyrics get philosophical through-out. :)

Mukunda Mukunda (Sadhana Sargam , Kamal Hassan)
This song is a devotional song. It is very pleasing to the ear and definitely not bad but again it is not mind blowing either. It was tooooo slow and was testing my patience. I was searching for the next button in my remote towards the end but then I heared some hideous voice of an old lady. Macha, athu namma thala :) I liked this song instantly :) But still this song has some similarities with "Konjum mainakkale" of Kandukonden Kandukonden.

Vaa (Shalini Singh)

A song to prove this is Himesh's album. A perfect sucker.

Oh Sanam (Himesh and Mahalakshmi Iyer)

This is a remix version of the song with the same title sung by Kamal Hassan. If you din like the original song by kamal, listen to this. This is soo worse that you'll start liking the original. :)

I am lost as to why Kamal did not go with the very talented music directors in the south. What happened to his Ilayaraja?? He couldve created the Hey Ram or Virumandi magic again. Rehman must have been busy but I think even the new comers G.V Prakash or Yuvan would have done a better job than Himesh. Why not Vidyasagar? Think Anbe Sivam man!! I was not thrilled even with one of the songs even though I would not call any of them bad . The expectation from a kamal Hassan movie is very high and the budget of this movie requires a terrific music score but the score by Himesh even though it is good does not blow you away .

One of the issues could be that the the music was created two years ago but the bigger issue is it sounds like it is 10 years old.

I am just going to wait for the movie now.... Fingers crossed.

Shit happens !

Shit has its own beliefs; and beliefs have their own shit... but i guess everybody believes 'Shit Happens!'So shit means this to you if you follow or if you are......

TAOISM - "if you understand shit, it isn't shit"
HINDUISM - "this shit happened before"
CONFUCIANISM - "confucious say 'shit happens'"
BUDDHISM - "shit will happen to you again"
ZEN - what is the sound of shit happening?"
ISLAM - "if shit happens it is the will of Allah"
SIKHISM - "leave our shit alone"
JEHOVA'S WITNESS - "knock knock, shit happens"
ATHEISM - "i didn't believe this shit"
AGNOSTICISM - "can you prove that shit happens?"
CATHOLICISM - "if shit happens, you deserve it"
PROTESTANTISM - "shit happens, amen to that"
JUDAISM - "why does shit always happen to us?"
ORTHODOX JUDAISM - "so shit happens, already"
TELEVANGELISM - "send money or shit will happen to you"
HARE KRISHNA - "shit happens rama rama"
NATION OF ISLAM - "don't take no shit"
NEW AGE - "visualize shit happening"
SHINTOISM - "you inherit the shit of your ancestors"
HEDONISM - "i love it when shit happens"
SATANISM - "sneppah tihs"
CAPITALISM - "this is MY shit"
FEMINISM - "men are shit"
EXISTENTIALISM - "what is shit, anyway?"
SCIENTOLOGY - "if shit happens, see Dianetics p.137"
MORMONISM - "excrement happens"(don't say shit)
BAPTISM - we'll wash this shit right of you"
MYSTICISM - "this is really weird shit"
VOODOO - "shit doesn't just happen - we make it happen"
MYSTICISM - "this is really weird shit"
DISNEYISM - "bad shit doesn't happen here"
COMMUNISM - "lets share the shit"
MARXISM - "you have nothing to lose but your shit"
CONSPIRACY THEORISM - "THEY shit on us!"
PSYCHO-ANALYSIS - "tell me about your shit"
DARWINISM - "survival of the shittiest"
SUICIDAL - "i've had enough of this shit"
OPTIMISM - "shit won't happen to me"
TREKISM - "to boldly shit where no-one has shit before"
SHAKESPEAREAN - "to shit or not to shit, that is the question"
DESCARTES - "I shit therefore I am"
FREUD - "shit is a phallic symbol"
LAWYERS - "for enough money; I can get you out of shit"
ACUPUNCTURIST - "hold still or this will hurt like shit"
DOG - "i just shit therefore i am"
CAT - "dogs are shit"
MOUSE - "oh shit! a cat!"
POLITICALLY CORRECT - "internally processed, nutritionally-drained biological output happens"
EINSTEIN - "shit is relative"
FAMILY GATHERING - "relatives are shit"
MATERIALISM - "whoever dies with the most shit, wins"
VEGETARIANISM - "if it happens to shit, don't eat it"
FATALISM - "oh shit, it's going to happen"
ENVIRONMENTALISM - "shit is biodegradable"
AMERICANISM - "who gives a shit?"
STATISTICIAN - "shit is 84.7% likely to happen"
HIP-HOP - "motherfuck this shiznit, beeatch!"
TANTRISM - "fuck this shit"
CYNICISM - "we are all full shit"
SURREALISM - "fish happens"
WICCA - "you can make shit happen but shit will happen to you three times"

NOTE: Though there are lot to talk about from recent times, this shitting post was composed long back.
WAIT FOR FURTHER ATTRACTIONS
/*"Chinna pasanga naanga...*/
/*"A lot CAN happen over a cup of coffee*/
/*"Documentation sucks"*/ etc, :)

14-03-08, 16.08 PM - Apocalypse then

That was the time and date when I really felt like totally excavated :( Why? Thats what this post is all about.

14th March was a real bad day for me after quite a while. It all started when my teamie Lavans called.. er.. nope msged asking me to go to Lourdes' room to get some code thing that we were in need, for the proceedings of our QuickPick.com :) . Lemme tell you,going to Lourdes' room is not a breezy walk. Its well 24kms from my place. But keepin in mind the zero contribution that I put into our project, I had to do atleast this. I also had another work there. To meet Mr.Muthuramalingam, Lavanya's guide. Well and good.

At 10AM,post an hour I got outta bed, I was in my bike heading to his room.

10:45 AM : I met him and got the code. Checked the code in his laptop.

11:20 AM : Went to Pradeep's room to send that code to Lavanya.

11:30 AM : Called up her and discussed about the code. "Ippo nee enna panra, itha apdiye innum konjam develop panra ok? And Muthu sir a patthudu ok?" . Ok and Ok was my reply.

11:55 AM : En Route from Sundi's Place to College. God dosent like me.. or rather the Railway department. @ 12 noon I was waiting behind a bus in the railway crossing with all the toxic gases going into my lungs.

12:15 PM : All the toxic gases that I inhaled was just to know Mr.Muthuramalingam was out

:( Sad.

12 :30 PM : Came back to Sundi's room and was browing for some nice pics for our website. No luck

01:30 PM : Went and had my Lunch in Annapoorna.

02:30 PM : Came back to Sundi's room to see Lavanya's msg, again asking me to see Mr.Muthu. But now with a "plz" :)

02:45 PM : I lost hope of seeing him so I switched over to Plan B. Call him. Called him only to know where he was then.

03:20 PM : Went to see him and ask if we can show our project tomorrow i.e, on 16th March. He said he was busy and was having some marriage to attend. Itha nan phonelaye ketrukalamla?? Correctu :)

03:40 PM : Again reached Sundi's home. Carefully compiled all those things that I had bought. Got his external HDD and left to Lavanya's home..

****************** Just think of what ive done so far. NOTHING! :).. naaiku vela illa nikka neramilla nu solvangalla athu ithuthan ... I had travelled around 40-50 Kms beyond doubt doing nothig. Ena koduma saravanan ithu nu nenachutte nan enna pannen? Seri konjam traffic illatha road la povom nu Avaniyapuram vazhiya ponen... Sema route.. Fulla pacha paselnu vayal and the climate was also cloudy. Sema breeze.. Appo than manushanukku nyanam lam porakkum... cha enna karumam da ithu? oru sappa final year project kaga naaya alayara mari irukku nu.. Hmm alayati code panna solvanuga.. athukku ithu evlovo thevala .. aana life la naan coding thaana panni aganum for living? intha depression la vandila apdiyeee kathuvangitte ponena?? appo than pathen **********************************************************************

What i saw was just happened in perfect timing... I never liked anything hectic. But nothing can be changed now. Can we? :( depressing .The mere sight of what I saw made me feel like Im some kinda slave to whats surrounding me. Life has no freedom if we cant say NO. But for all these years Ive never said NO or taken risks. Sue ME : . Its strange and shameful as it is to admit it. But I have to. Most of the times I never liked what I was doing . Sometimes we might experience truth thats deeper than experience itself. Its beyond what we see or even what we feel. Its the order of truth that seperates the profound from the merely clever and reality from perception.....

Romba olarrenla?? Ivlo olaralukkum karanama iruntha matter enna?? Ithuthan...

Intha pic la irukka pasangalukkum enakkum equal vayasu dan irukkum.. Nan enna pantu irukken.. ivanga ena pantu irukanga?? Erumayoda erumaya kulichuttu irukanga..!! Life la ethuna kavala or commitments irukka? Sugavaasigal illa? All they know is merriment. But this leaves me again with a complex qustion which is intriguinly the answer for the questions of "what is the truth?" that ive been talking just a few lines before...

"If you could be happy. Really happy with ultimate merriment. for just a while, but you know from the start that it would end in misery and bring pain afterwards, would you choose to have that happiness or would you avoid it, for happiness being the only result of truth?? "

PS : After so much of introspection I drenched myself twice that evening. Once on the way to Lava's home and once on the way to mine. That really was a terrible day :)

Few more Questions....

Smoked a cigarette?
If 2 puffs of Wills = Smokings a cigarette; yes.
Crashed a friend's car?
No only mine.
Stolen a car?
Dozens of times!( In GTA of course)
Been in love?
Yes, once. :p
Been dumped?
Once!
Shoplifted?
Many a times :)
Been in a fist fight?
Once in high school. came back home with a swollen cheek but managed to give him a black eye too.
Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back?
Yeah :
Been arrested?
Nope. I never wish to be either.
Gone on a blind date?
I am not into blind dates, have enough worries on my mind already...
Skipped school?
Yeah always :)
Been on a plane?
Yep. Once during my UKG and after a longtime then, few months back. Nauseating!!
Seen someone die?
Yes. I don't think I have ever felt terrible as much as I did then.
Been to Canada?
Not yet but very soon. :)
Purposely set a part of yourself on fire?
I am weird but I ain't stupid!
Been jet-skiing?
I want to someday.
Met someone in person from the Internet?
Sounds exciting. But nope. Im no Tom hanks :)
Taken pain killers?
I live on 'em
Flown a kite?
Yes, but I am very bad at at it.
Built a sand castle?
Yeah. Im not those kids who dont know what pacha-kuthirai is. I lived my childhood days :)
Gone puddle jumping?
WOW! Yeah...
Cheated while playing a game?
Every time!
Been lonely?
That's all I have mostly been.
Fallen asleep at work or school/college?
Never in school, it was way too fun to do that. But in college,Yes. Some of our leturers are walking talking sleeping pills. So cant help it.
Slept beneath the stars?
Yeah many times :)
Been robbed?
Yes, of my innocence :)
Been misunderstood?
When have I not?
Won a contest?
Once in a while, yes..
Run a red light/stop sign?
I love to do that :)
Been suspended from school?
Does being suspended from college count? If yes, then yes :)
Been in a car accident?
Once...no.. twice... err... no may be thrice.. I lost count
Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night?
I like ice cream but that's going way off the limit! Only Sundi can do that :)
Walked the streets drunk?
Hmmm... I dont remember..
Had déjà vu?
Many times. (Why do I feel I have posted this before?)
Danced in the moonlight?
Naan aada ready.. kooda yaar adrathu?
Witnessed a crime?
Ive done it myself
Squished barefoot through the mud?
Yeah sema
Been lost?
I am lost most of the time.
Been on the opposite side of the country?

No. But soon, yes :)
Swum in the ocean?
Yes
Cried yourself to sleep?
Twice.
Played cops and robbers?
I wanted to be a constablw when I was a kid :) Yeah , Constable...
Paid for a meal with only coins?
We once paid 173 rupees and 75 paise in CCD.
Done something you told yourself you wouldn't?
Cant help it
Made prank phone calls?
Lots and lots! Best one was when me and my friends called up to some X (female) and asked "Unga veetla mixy nalla odutha?" When she said "yes" we said "Appo pinnadiye odunga!!" :)
Blown bubbles?
Lots when I was a kid. Id love to do it even now, aana :(
Bonfire on the beach?
Nope.
Cheated on a test?
Yeah ;) College ku vanthu nan kathukita urupadiana matter ithuthan

She was mine...

It was a cold winter night and the moon lay hidden beneath the clouds. Silence engulfed the air due to the lateness of the hour. I was on my way back from an old friend's house. I pondered over what I had witnessed there. Due to some unknown reason, Abhishek seemed very distant towards me. I noticed that much of his hands and face was covered in ugly scars. When I asked him the reason, he blatantly refused to talk about it.

I had been walking for what seemed like half an hour. Though I was quite sure I was alone on the road, I kept having the eerie feeling of being watched. I stopped and looked around but saw nothing unusual. I started walking again keeping my eyes and ears open for any sign of unwanted company.

Within a few minutes, I was in front of the gate to my house. Just as I opened the gate, a cold wave of air swept past me. I felt a shiver run down my spine. I had never felt such coldness even in the severest of winters. I thought it best to get inside the warmth and solitude of my home and enjoy a quiet cup of coffee in front of the fireplace. I entered and proceeded towards the kitchen to make some coffee. As I was in the process, I glanced outside through the window. For a moment I felt sure I had seen the rosebush move even though there seemed to be no trace of any wind blowing. Just to make sure, I opened the front door and stepped outside. Ice cold air stung my face. Again I had an uneasy feeling of being watched. But somehow I was aware that I had nothing to be afraid of it, whatever it was. Maybe it was afraid of me. I smiled at the thought. How could something which I couldn’t even see be afraid of me? I spoke in the gentlest voice I could muster, "Don’t be afraid. You can come inside if you want to. It’s pretty cold out here." For a while I waited, hoping for something to happen but nothing did. I went back inside but kept the door open in case it changed it's mind. I sat down by the fire and waited…

Bright sunlight forced me to open my eyes. My neck was stiff since I had fallen asleep on the chair. It was about 7 A.M. I got up and closed the door. As I pushed aside the curtains, I saw something written on the condensed dew on the window pane, 'Love me, Love me, Love me'.

I got the news of Abhishek's death a few hours later. The cause of his death was uncertain. Before dying, he had scribbled a note on a piece of paper with his blood. It read, 'She was mine'.

Even then I was thinking about the thing.The thing that I felt yesterday night had definitely come inside the house. I couldn’t see it but I felt it by the coldness around me. It would turn up in every corner of the house. Till now it had never shown its bodily form. Many a times, I would find the same thing written at random places with blood, 'Love me, Love me, Love me'.

One night I was sitting by the fire after dinner reading the papers. As I put down the papers, I was taken aback to see a woman sitting in front of me. She wore white clothes and even her skin was as white as snow. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her deep blue eyes stared at me with deep anticipation. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I got up and went near her. As I extended my hand to touch her face, a cold wave of air swept passed me and she disappeared. At that moment, I realized who she was.

After this incident, she started showing herself more often. I would find her staring at me with those beautiful blue eyes of hers with what clearly was a smile on her face. But more often, I would find her sitting on her favorite chair; the chair I had sat the night she had followed me home. I started calling her Jynx. I would sit for hours in front of the fire at night, talking to her. I poured down my deepest secrets and desires out to her. I had no idea why I was doing this but something told me I had to, as if I had no other choice. I would go on for hours without a single word from Jynx. Eveytime I looked at her, a thought crossed my mind, 'I was falling in love with her, falling in love with a spirit'.

Weeks passed by without me getting out of my house. By now, I had got used to the coldness around me. It had become my habit to wish Jynx goodnight when I went to sleep. She would sit beside me the whole night and I would find her staring at me when I woke up in the morning. One night, I was sitting by the fire. Jynx, as usual was at her favourite chair staring at me. As I looked at her, the look in her eyes told me that she wanted me to come close to her. I walked over to her and extended my hand towards her. Then, as I had expected, she extended her hand and put it over mine. I felt my hand freeze. The coldness around me increased. My head started spinning. I fell down and as I felt myself losing consciousness, I muttered out the words – 'I love you'.

The next night, I invited a friend to dinner. After dinner, we were sitting by the fire. Jynx was sitting on her favourite chair, staring at Ganesh.

"It’s so cold in here...", Ganseh was saying.

"You look so tired. You should take a vacation."

"I...can’t go." I said looking at Jynx. "I have work here."

Jynx was still staring at Ganesh.

"What happened to your hand?"

"Nothing. Just burnt it." I had tried to hide my hand but Ganesh had seen the bandages.

"Well, I must be going now. It’s pretty late. By the way, do you have any idea what exactly could’ve happened with Abhishek?"

"I have no idea." I knew what had happened but if I told him he would think I was crazy.

"Well, see you then."

I closed the door and went back to Jynx. As I sat down in front of her, I saw a tear roll down her cheek. I knew the time had come. Jynx put her hands on my face. A piece of rotten flesh fell down to the floor. I knew that wherever she would touch me, the blood would dry up and the flesh would rot. But I was helpless. I was in love. Her hands slid down to my chest where my heart was. I knew in a few moments, my heart would freeze up, forever trapping my love for her. I felt my knees getting weaker and I stumbled to the floor. Somehow I made it to the window and saw Jynx following Ganesh. I knew in a few moments I would die. As everything around me grew darker, I heard myself say, "She was mine..."

Appa.. Anbulla,appa...

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.. And there are certain things can be expressed only in our mother tounge.. so, tamizh la eluduren intha posta..

Innikku kalaila nan collegeku valakkam pola late a ponen. Aana inniku valakkam pola latea kelambala.. Athukku karanam oru ponnu... Odane thappa nenaikka padathu.. Oru kutti ponnu.. Ava avaloda appa oda bike la poittu iruntha.School ku , Obviousa. Mani 8:40 irukum.. Goripalayam signala pathen. That appa tried to reach the center of his back for scratching. He couldn reach. Odane antha kutti illa? Chinnama kaiya kuvichu sorinju vitta :) Apram avaloda appava irukkkkkkkkkkkkkama katti pudichutta :) To be frank that was the greatest hug in the human history ever :) :) pakarappo enakke avlo santhoshama irunthathu.. Antha appa ku evlo santhoshama irunthurukkum? Morning traffic la horn sathathukku nadula ipdi oru priyamana hug.. A hug so pure, so divine, so true..

So nan enna pannen? College ku poratha maranthuttu antha ponna follow pannitu poi photo eduthuttu irunthen... Avlo kallam illatha lovea nan "paathu" romba naal aachu :) so din wanna miss it.. Class la attendance pona poitu pothu.. ithellam miss panna mudiyuma?? Never..

So from Goripalayam I followed and captured the love into my MOTORAZR V3i :) near therkkuvasal church :) See the love...

I'm gonna watch you shine

Gonna watch you grow

Gonna paint a sign

So you'll always know

As long as one and one is two

There could never be a father

Who loved his daughter more than I love

Homage to 'the' Legend - Sujatha

" Enakku udal nilai sari illathapothu vanthu kuvuntha madalgalukkum, tholai pesi alzhaippugalukkum nan yaarukku nandri solven? Ivargalukkellam en meethu akarai varuvathrkku naan perithaga ondrum seithidavillai. Yaarukku nandri solven endra kelvikku vidaithan 'Kadavul'o? Irukkalam! " - Sujatha

This man is a Legend. He inspired me to read. He made me think. He made me write. He made me.

Humans aren't afraid to die...they are afraid to be forgotten after death. But Sujatha wont have that problem. Atleast till I die.

Who can bring back the finesse of "Katrathum Petrathum" or "Kanayazhiyin kadaisi pakkangal??"

I dont have words to express the grieve I feel..... But makkal ellarum naan MBBS padichurukken, BE padichirukken, B Tech padichurukken , B Com padichurukken nu solvangalla... Nan perumaya sollippen... Nan Sujatha Padichurukken.... neraya padichurukken... I have nothing more than this pride as homage to this legend.

This little part of my life is called ' :) '

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Received my I20 this morning. Admitted in Rutgers State University.

Guess what this is the lake inside the campus :)

Fingers crossed for my VISA process to be successful

With all your blessings and wishes

Thanks a ton all of you :) :) :)

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Ill treat you!!

Its just too good to see the number of hits in my blog is nearing 1000...

This post is to announce that the 1000th hitter will be treated by the owner of this blog.

You may type in your name in the shout box ....

Batty count down starts...

I just hate Monday, 18 February 2008

I don't know why, I don't know how, I don't know about tomorrow. I just hate Monday, 18 February 2008. I know this doesn't make much sense, but its been boiling within me for hours, and I just had to say this... I HATE TODAY!

MOOD :

I still feel insecure

I steel feel nothing

I still feel down n low

But Im sure its not sorrow

Sometimes, I feel unimportant

and mostly, inferior

Inferior to everyone

I feel like a loser

Loser in my own eyes

and maybe, others

Sometimes there is disrespect

In my own eyes

Wherever I am

Or whatever I do

I still feel like a loser

And maybe I always will

I dont stand up for myself

And preach the whole world

What a great loser

And left all alone

With only doubts n questions

All against myself

I reject myself proudly

I feel like a loser

I question my own beliefs

What can be worse

I love to cribble

And Even know that I am
I am just another loser wasting my time

With heads up in the sky

And I always dream

Only dream

Dream that I wish I could do that

But i think i will only dream

I feel like a loser

And maybe I always will

Kuchi kuchi rakkamma...

Rules :
1. Put your MP3 player/Media player on shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write the name of the song. no matter what.

I put both my Media Player and mind in 'shuffle' mode and this is what emerged. I am really really old fashioned and extremely random in hearing songs. I might just put you people to sleep with my choices.So, here goes the soporific.

IF SOMEONE SAYS “HOW ARE YOU",YOU SAY?
"Lose yourself " by Eminem
Good for a start.

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
“Numb.......” by Linkin Park
Hmm.....That's Fishy......

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
“Madurai Veeran thaane......” by Paravai Muniamma
?????

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
“Amrican Pie...” byDon McLean
That's poignant.

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
“Ammadi Aathaadi....” by Yuvan/Simbu/TR/Perarasu
Issshhhhhh...... Honesty bites....

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
“Kal Ho Na Ho........” by Sonu Nigam and Alka Yagnik
Great. I love this shuffle.

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
"Ooru vittu orru vanthu..." by Ilayaraja
Enna koduma saravanan ithu?

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
“Starry Starry night........” by Don McLean
One of my favorite songs.

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
"Bunty Aur bubli..." by Blazee Rap
hmmm... it makes no sense...

WHAT IS 2+2?
“Compicated...." by Avril Lavigne
Ha ha ha!!! I know...

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
“Raasaathi en usuru ennathilla..."by AR Rahman..
Could have been a more apt song... :)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
“Tumko dekhaa to yeh khayal ayaa.......” by Jagjit Singh.
See. Ghazals make sense. And they are punctual.

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
“Oru naal oru kanavu athai naan.." by Ilayaraja/Jesudas
Just my luck!

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Jurassic Park OST!!
Read it as - BIG :)

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
“Kanda naal mudalai..." By Yuvan
Lucky Stars!

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
“Jaane Kyun log pyar karthe hain..." By Shankar Ehsaan Loy
Dai paavigala... pottu kuduthutingala???

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
“Thaai Manne vanakkam...” By ARR
Ha ha ha.... Imagine me in pattu veshti and sattai, dancing to this song.. ketta comedy

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
“Unakkena Iruppen..." By Joshua Sridar
May be this is to my wife... Touching :

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
"Malai malai malai maruda malai...." by Deva
Ithukkellam naan porupilla.. Sue my Itunes...

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
“ Road Trippin'.." by Red Hot chilli peppers
Ive never been to a road trip.. :( God, is this your way of letting me know that ive wasted all these years?? Nan enna seya??

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?

"Namma kaatula Mazha peyuthu.." yuvan
:)
WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS?
"Kuchi kuchi rakkamma..." Bombay,ARR

Cool,I loved doing this... :)

9 Things I Hate About Everyone

Prelude : I've tried some sorta Maddox stuff here. No offence.

1. People who point at their wrist asking for the time... I know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?

2. People who are willing to get off their a** to search the entire room for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to the TV and change the channel manually.

3. When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". Damn Right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?

4. When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they?

5. When people say while watching a film, "did ya see that?" No Loser, I paid 50 bucks to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor!

6. People who ask "Can I ask you a question?"... Didn't give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?

7. When something is 'new and improved'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new.

8. When people say "life is short". What the hell??? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!!! What can you do thats longer?

9. When they resist deliberately to comment here .

NOTE : In the second part of the prelude. I lied. ;)

Yeh dil mange more :)

Baby chick, white chick, have you any dress,

Yes honey, yes honey, three wardrobes full,

One for the fashion, one for my taste,

And one for the tradition that is long down the drain.

It was during this sunday (13-01-2008) when I saw 'Neeya Naana' a debate program in Star Vijay I heard a girl say she spends around 5000-7000 for a month's beautificaion process.. I just thought "Neeyellam nalla irupia?"..Only then I came to know namma thai thamizh naatla paathi ponnunga ipdi than irukanga nu... Kali kaalam da saami..."I want more" is generally the attitude which women have when it concerns anything related to beauty. The moderate size wardrobes do no justice to the dresses, beauty products, jewels and other accessories which a girl owns. Nothing short of an abyss would actually do justice.A girl starts filling up her wardrobe right from her childhood. (Some "modern" girls use these dresses even after they grow up) That is understandable however, a baby always wants more. It is cute then. After seven donkey years, if you still have the same practice, it is obviously more irritating than cute. One of the main reasons a guy tells his lover, "Nee kattina pudavai-oda en kooda vaa" (come with the saree u are wearing) is to avoid having a 500 sq.ft wardrobe in his 800 sq.ft. apartment. So, that is said more with fear than with magnanimity.

The way guys and girls buy dresses can be summed with ease up in one sentence. Guys buy dresses for occasions and girls create occasions to buy dresses. Even a stone age leafy costume on World Environment Day would do because its a new addition to their collection nonetheless.

"Hey new dress is it? What's special?"

Boy (beaming) : Its my birthday you see.

"Hey new dress is it? What's special?"

Girl (how could you ask me such a question?) : Ofcourse..this is second Saturday you know. Got one for tommorow too, heard its the second Sunday.

Though every girl has a mini Naidu Hall at her place, they constantly spot new designs. Ok, nobody would complain if they stopped with the spotting designs thingy. It goes without saying that shopping is due that weekend.

HEADLINES : Common Entrance Tests cancelled for the current academic year.

Mom : That newsreader wears new sarees everyday and all of them are fantastic. Wonder where she gets them.

Aunt : Yeah, last week during the Tsunami news braodcast, she wore a yellow saree with pink border. It had a zari like the one you got for your anniversary in 1905.

Sister : Amma, look at that chain she is wearing, I want one like that.

Dad (to himself) : Bank poi paisa edukkanum. Indha maasam bonus ippadi indha Shobana Ravi-aala naasama poguthu.

Commonplace happenings eh? Its always a mini mega-serial at home even when Tsunmai strikes or WTC collapses.Variety is the spice of life, agreed. But you girls are already spicy enough, dress doesn't matter :-)Similarly, the make-up thingies are usually overdone. Powders, creams, lotions, lipsticks, lipglosses and a dozen other items yet to be named are an integral part of a girls' purse. Makes you wonder if make-up or make-over is the right word for the process.Certain things for which girls go to beauty parlour really make me laugh.

Me : For what are you going there?

Girl : Bleaching and threading.

Me : Bleaching I know, they did that for toilets before all this Harpic and Domex came in...but threading?

Girl : Thats for removing these hairs. Shaping your eyebrows and stuff. They tie a knot with a thread and pull it out.

Me : Tamil-la sonna m***** pu*********?

Even the hottest of babes go to the parlour to become hotter. That's something that puzzles me.Why do girls always have this "Yeh Dil Maange More" attitude? Is it that they never stay content with what they have? Or is it hormonal the way men and sex are inseperable? Why? Kyun? Yaen? Yaendi? Yaenulu?The only time a girl's "I want more" attitude is fruitful is in....guys know what I mean ;-)

Disclaimer : I've described in detail about the situation and I am not complaining. Won't be complaining till I get married atleast :-) So it is just curiosity...which is probably gonna kill this cat? :-)

Note : Feel free to bash the author. Controversies and fights are encouraged :-)Cheers :-)

Note 2 : ipdi evlo post eluthinaalum en blog padikra ponnunga soodu,soranaye illama commente pannama irukathu keeevalama irukku :) innum kevala padanuma venama nu neengale mudivu pannikonga

Taare Zameen Par - Aamir puts SRK in shame, big time

Foreword : This is my 25th post. Thanks for all those who've helped me keep this blog alive. :)

Don't sign off on your list of the Best Films of 2007 just yet, because ladies and gentlemen, the year's most honourable film has arrived. Taare Zameen Par, directed by Aamir Khan and written by Amole Gupte is the one film you have to watch, because it's a film with a big heart, an important issue, but mostly because it's a film that could change your life.

Who can't relate with Taare Zameen Par's eight-year-old protagonist Ishaan Awasthi who can't get his head around his studies? Be it words or numbers, he struggles to make sense of them, falling way behind his classmates, much to the frustration of his teachers and his parents.
Naturally, it doesn't help that his elder brother is a class topper and a tennis champ to boot. Ishaan meanwhile, is a dreamer who's fascinated with little fish, and spends most days punished outside class letting his imagination run riot. At home, he's mixing colours, painting away instead of doing his homework.

Convinced that some strict discipline will straighten him out, Ishaan's father packs him off to a boarding school, much against both his wife and Ishaan's wishes. Unable to deal with this betrayal, Ishaan goes into a shell at his new school, not only failing to show any improvement in his academics, but also no longer inspired to paint. When substitute art teacher, Ram Shankar Nikumbh, recognizes in him all the symptoms of dyslexia, he takes it upon himself to help Ishaan.

First educating his parents about his condition, then urging the school's principal to give the boy more time to catch up, Nikumbh devises unconventional methods to teach the boy, and succeeds eventually in changing his life forever. There should be no doubt whatsoever in anybody's mind after watching Taare Zameen Par that the real hero of this film is its remarkable, rooted, rock-solid script which provides the landscape for such an emotionally engaging, heart-warming experience.

Between the writer and director, they construct some of the most memorable moments you're likely to come across on screen. Take that simple one that illustrates the everydayness of a schoolboy's life - the one in which we see Ishaan biding his time, punished outside class, moon-walking in the corridor and burping away enthusiastically. Or that heart-wrenching scene in which Ishaan's mother discovers a flip-book he made which reveals just how vulnerable he's been feeling.

It's not just the little moments that stay with you, but also the film's crucial scenes, which are handled with such rare maturity. "Meeri maa.." song and the "3 into 9" sequence for example. :)

And then there's that other scene which I consider the most important in the film - the one in which Nikumbh visits Ishaan's home and explains to his parents what exactly is the problem with their son, and how they may have damaged his confidence even further - it's a poignant and delicate scene because Nikumbh is at once confrontational, admonishing, comforting and hopeful, and it works also because it's performed so instinctively by Aamir and the actor playing Ishaan's father.

Plus :

* Darsheel Safary - The boy who was Ishaan - vaippe illa.. sema... I could see him telling Aamir "Macha naan pathukuren, nee konja neram nadikama iru"

* Aamir

* Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy - especially the meri maa song was damn good. Kudos again guys

* Sethu for photography

* Rest of the cast and the crew for the wonderful effort :)

Minus:

The movie was kinda lengthy and the last scene could've been even better :)

Lest you be mistaken, let me make it clear that although it's centred around a dyslexic protagonist, Taare Zameen Par is not a film about dyslexia. Nor is it a film about any disease or disorder. It's a film about parents and children, about the pressures we put on our kids, about how we push them into becoming assembly-line products instead of encouraging them to find their own unique strengths. It's also about finding our heroes.

Verdict: WATCH IT!

Rating : 60/100