More than a minted platinum

                     I was inbetween some stuff while Iam drafting this post. Nevertheless,I wanna write it as because I believe in good writing is the by-product of  true feeling,milk without water.Even If I procastinate with other stuffs but seldom with writing.One such moment now to speak about.
                     Might sound silly  to speak about time spent with ,quality time spent with our ever glowing school friend.But when I write for myself,this moment is n-loop times worth than minted platinum.Around 11.30 in the night making the street and walls to echo with laughter,digging the past more and more unless nothing is left like onionpeels .Sipping the coffee prepared in ridiculous taste ,sitting in a desorted room where arrangement goes for inter-religion marriage,bursting out beyond botheration of deep south antique orthodoxism are the cliche' I remember.
                       Not only after 9 months of in person meeting made it fresh as it was in my higher secondary,but damn sure it would stand with the same freshness after 90 years too.         

P.S: Dedicated for my Subha."Iam just a picture without u"

Shutter Island

                                             Its been couple of months back I got the chance to watch "Shutter Island " not for the script or screenplay but one and only for the casting "Leonardo Di Caprio".My inner voice says not even to write single 'a' about it ,as it would create "loss of memory".But its my time to pour the feelings when I watched it,hence I started to blog.Its such a strange movie for me where evenafter movie got over ,I couldnt get any clue about it.Its for this shutter Island I ringed up my friend who watched it ,the before night along with the help of wikipedia.
                                              If we sail with Leonardo "Teddy" we will land up somewhere like me,as he is a lunatic.Too much use of "Stream of consciousness" hence all our thoughts what movie created will hang in the air unable to connect  with one another.From my court ,its an over-rated movie.
                                              There is nothing to haunt me in this movie,but I feel like it.King Bensley as Dr.Cawley rocked his show not like a doctor but like a dictator.Our hero who is actually a lunatic,lives in the hallucination of being Marshal.Hence viewers spectation is really pathetic.
                                              In a nutshell I got the feel of being in lunatic asylum in that strange shutterland where many questions left unanswered! 

The secret letters of the Monk who sold his ferrari

               Its the time having random hands on art by Robin Sharma though I have heard much about his inspirational writing.In my deep south native,I found this novel for sale decorated with cobwebs and dusty grains ,even at the end of my read no pages stuck with the coverpage.Nevertheless,The content made me to smile at many places.
                Its one more piece as like "Alchemist" exponentially inspirational for all facets of life.The word power of Robin sharma made me to wink my eyes at many spots.The nine characters introduced were made to find space  in readers mind,a strongweb of facts been spun to embose each character.Its a mix of travelogue,culture and customs with the tint of aphorisms wherever its needed.
              Jonathan and Julien are the "2J's" living part and parcel of the story.As a whole its nothing more than unpredictable one,"a good novel" with the same protocols how an inspirational novel to be punctuated.

Being ordinary

When the mind is in so-called idleness "out of routine  work" for even a short span makes us to think too many wierd stuffs.The century I dwell in,is it so much engrossed,obsessed with doing extra-ordinary things.Doing bombastic things in whatever way they can,finally in need of audience for the show.A dawn would rise where soul says "wanna be ordinary" to attract the same spectators for the show .Time and age has brought in and out fashion to everything, repetetive as like ancient wheel which revolves and spins back to the same point.
             Its not a matter of arguing, is this good or that bad,its just a tension between opposites.I have heard even nowadays some voices echoing about a person as "He is an ordinary man,though he is stingingly rich!".
               Being ordinary had started to take its good shape as like "Being Extraordinary".Someway or other in Business language ,"The Marketing strategy" to fill the pavillion with hot coffee sippers.

The Prestige

                                                     
                            I gotta  time to make an attempt in reviewing the movie "The Prestige".In one word to say its "Beyond the scope of reviews and letters".I can use many more adjectives from thesaurus and oxford dictionary but the picture by itself done its job "Picture speaks more than words".So my attempt in review is for my plain satisfaction.
                             A big shot movie where Christopher Nolan done fantabulous direction ,writer Jonathan Nolan made groundbreaking witty script.Christian Bale gave real life to it.Its not an ultimate thriller,but a good thriller where I bit my nail till the climax.As a whole ,movie is a feast for my eyes and eardrums.I found really a difficult situation in bringing a sync between eyeballs and eardrums whether to watch or to follow the subtitle for script.Its a tug of war between movement and words.
                               Overall movie speaks about many lessons in the name of illusion,but Iam bowled out by "OBSESSION IS YOUNG MAN'S GAME". Its more than a good watch.

Saturated fantasy

                               Its the time when Iam completely saturated with the fantasy,huzzle buzzle life at metro "Bangalore".It shaked me like overflowing champagne for a year,french perfume for second year.After a high saturation, its the time to show aversion to anything and everything we liked.But I dont know at times when we dont want somethig,we ought to survive with it .
                                  I wish I should have a magic wand or couple of spells to chuck out certain monotonous work which I do in the name of "Branded survival".I found this metro where I dwell is a kind of place where they say finding a general surgeon-Doctor in 24*7 hospital around 9 P.M  as a blis.Honey coated words,hospitality comes only out of the lips but not from the place where it should be from.
                                 I deserved it,its a hightime to go back to the same soil where I can smell the perfume of rain.The place where I can have sambar rice with Pappad blended in ghee instead of Burgers and foreigneers pizzas.

Lessons out of boil

I wanna pen these points which got collected when I was suffering out of a "BOIL".Certain tiny things add great fume to the so-called "My Body". Though we think certain things are worthless and if its left uncared,it prooves that "Iam not that less worth" and takes our complete attention to that point.
       Each time when I falldown with ill-health,world shows me "I" cant find its use all time.By some means ,some crew as friends,well-wishers give their extended hand to show you are part of the universe and it would never let you down.
      I got many thoughts, last but one ,from  magnificient wounds to tiny acne,suffer and pain are relative,interdependent where one results to other even from healthy muscles to foul smelling puzz.

Tuesdays with morrie

Its the end of the month I grabbed this small pretty book "Tuesdays with Morrie" written by Mitch Albom at Crossword in sale.I was desperately in need of isolated time for reading it  back to back .
                It was such a good sync,Iam ought to take bedrest due to ill-health,hence I found my own time to finish the book in one shot.Its a thesis about an old professor's life towards the end before kicking the bucket.Its a good read,but not a groundbreaking one.Its a philosophy bank,it would be trivial for a person like me who has "mania" towards philosophy.
                Mitch Albom's pen style is an attractive part adding spice to their talk on "tuesdays".Lots of aphorism by Morrie make readers to be attracted without fliping the page for a second."If the culture does'nt give happiness,dont buy the culture" is like icing over  aphorisms.
                On the whole,I enjoyed the read as it blended with my practical experience.Its a good read,during the time of ill-health:)
                  

66th independence scribbles

Let the cast,creed,color be dissolved in the showers of 65
No more a nation with the political term "PEACE"
Let the peace loving birds fly taking the tricolors
And land up in a place where one community dwells
Its the community of "being human"

Paranoid

I do have a fear of strange thing.Something can sound to be as mean like a bullshit without adding any sense.Coming directly to the point which I wanna hit, love is paranoid ,unreal for me.Whenever situation makes me  to feel the strange thing in  all my cells  and wait for the moment to stand still,it rebounces as a fowl.Let love really become unreal,as its harder and harder to live with the saturated fear ,when I would loose it and in what means.It might sound like a phobia but my quite goodluck never been late in prooving  this.It always alerted me “No dear,these are facts which is not meant to be negotiated"

             From the time when I lost my mom the first  love,those two love which I thought as unshakeable dig its way to cemetery and let my path uncertain.Love is no more a known word but a layman word.A sharp breakingpoint  where liquid water turns as frozen ice,a reality has turned to be a paranoid”matter of unreality”.

              Even my mind knows there are lovable hearts  who really feel bad for my indifference,I take the dias for my apology,might be the fear of loss,which I have seen terribly before.So its not a big deal to live with the name "Being so cold is  to be inhuman".

            

kattu kuyilu song-all time class

        While writing this post,I didnt start writing just like that.Though the lyrics of this song  "kattu kuyilu" still stays fresh in my mind,I played this song again,again,again  to bring back the reverberation ,joy of writing.
       
         Lyrics by vairamuthu is mind stunning.Its a song  where music is trespassed by LYRICS.By the by,kattu kuyilu song is well organised in the movie "THALAPATHI" directed by Mani Rathnam.
      
       Movie and Song well played with breath taking scripts and lyrics .Iam bowled out  with the line "Friendship is not equivalent but equal to virgin".Hats off to S.P.Balasubramanian for garnishing this song in his voice.

                    
Kattukkuyilu Manasukkulla Paattukkonnum Panjamilla Paadathaan
Kavalaikkattu Vittupputtu Thavilaith Thattuth Thullikkittu Aadathaan
Elloarum Mothathila Sandhoasha Sathathilae
Onnaana Naerathilae Ullaasa Nenjathilae

Poadaa Ellaam Vittuthallu Pazhasaiyellaam Suttuthallu
Pudhusaa Ippap Porandhoamunnu Ennikkolladaa
Payanam Engae Poanaalenna Paadhai Nooru Aanaalenna
Thoattam Vechchavan Thanneer Viduvaan Summaa Nilladaa Doay
Oodhak Kaathu Veesa Odambukkulla Koosa
Kuppa Koodam Pathavachchuk Kaayalaam
Thai Porakkum Naalai Vidiyum Nalla Vaelai
Pongap Paana Vellam Poalap Paayalaam
Achchu Vellam Pachcharisi Vetti Vechcha Sengarumbu
Athanaiyum Thithikkira Naaldhaan Hoay

Bandham Ènna Šøntham Ènna Pøanaa Ènna Vandhaa Ènna
Uravukkellaam Kavalappatta Janmam Naanilla
Paasam Vekka Naesam Vekka Thøazhan Undu Vaazhavekka
Avanaithavira Uravukkaaran Yaarum Ingillae
Ullamattum Naanae Èn Usirak Køødathaanae
Èn Nanban Kaettaa Vaangikkannu Šølluvaen
Èn Nanban Pøatta Šøaru Nidhamum Thinnaen Paaru
Natpaik Køødak Karpaip Pøala Ènnuvaen
Šøagam Vittu Šørggam Thøttu Raagam Ittuth Thaalam Ittup
Paattup Paadum Vaanambaadi Naandhaan Høay