Deep down, people are all alike...

"Two boys arrived yesterday with a pebble they said was the head of a dog until I pointed out that it was really a typewriter." - Pablo Picasso One of my friends lost his father when he was 14years old; another lost hers when she was just a baby. Which is better? And yet another, lost his dad just after his engagement. Now? A boy lost his left leg in an accident. His brother, in the same accident, lost his life! Which is better? A beautiful singer and actress, died when she was at her best. Another passed away well after her best, and when she had almost been forgotten. Which is better? A kid passed his exams but did not score well; another failed his exams Which is better? Life is full of such questions which we keep answering all through, but, do we really evaluate the situation truly or do we add our own perspective? Don't we prefer to reply to these questions with our own experiences? Don't we prefer to give just those answers that ju

எதிரே நின்ற பொழுதரிந்தேன் நம் எண்ணங்கள் எதிரொலிகள் என்று ... ஈன்றவள் சொன்ன பொழுதரிந்தேன் நம் இருவருள் வேறில்லை என்று... கண்டதும் காதலின் கலியாணம் தேவயோ கூடலும் குலவையும் கையொப்ப சாட்சியோ ஊடலும் கூடலும் சேர்ந்தே இருப்பினும் ஊரரியச்செய்வது கையொப்பம் தானன்றோ!

வாய்மூடிருப்பின் வாய்ப்பாட்டுக்கேட்டு வயதானாலும் விந்தையல்லவென்று வழிப்போக்கநோருவன் விவரிக்கக்கேட்டேன்

முன்னால் முந்தும் மூக்கினார் முகர்ந்துப்பார்க்க முடியாமல் மூலையில் முடங்கிக்கிடப்பதை மனன் நொந்தாலும் முன்னால் வர முடியாமல் மையமாய் மெசேஜ் மூலமே முயல்கிறேன் மனதை முன்னிறுத்த முடியவில்லை போ

தொலைபேசியில் தொலைதூரம் தொலைநோக்குப்பார்வையில் தொலைந்துபோனாலும் தொடர்ந்து துணைவந்த தோழனே உன்னை தோணி த்தவித்தேன் துணையின்றி

மழையில் முந்திச்செல்ல போட்டியிட்ட மாந்தர் அதன் முன் மன்றாடக்கண்டேன் மண்டி இட்டவரை தன் மனதின் ஈரத்தில் ஏற்று முன்னேற வழித்ததைக்கண்டேன் மண்டியிட்ட மனம் மகிழக்கண்டேன் வழி பிரந்ததால் அல்ல மனதின் விழி மலர்ந்ததால்

W ith a very humble entry for the unassuming hero, the movie sweeps you off your feet in the very first scene, keeps you up in the air and never lets you down till the end. Scene after scene, there is suspense. A little bit of relaxation once in a while and that means you better gear up to sit at the edge of the seat for a nail biting scene soon! The screenplay is just mind-blowing and keeps you wondering and guessing and hoping all together at all times! The movie seems long in the first half though, owing to the depth of its content and the time it takes for the audience to keep up with the pace. Your much deserved interval block, especially leaves you panting for breathe at the speed with which the movie carries you along and all the assimilation you are having to do. The heavy content is well complemented by the mostly simple song sequences shot at astounding locations. (Kudos to the location team!) This is probably apart from 'Aga naga' which displays Jeeva's

I'm gud, I'm bad I'm torn, n way too sad I'm happy, I'm glad I'm cold, in a blanket clad I'm bold, I'm scared ...I'm all tat i've ever had...

Chapter 1 16 th September 2010 I t was yet another restless no-peace day. The mind was full of thoughts and clutter of images. Nidhi was going through seemingly difficult times; her career wasn’t taking off the way she had expected it to, but that wasn’t really bothering her. What was bothering was something else, and she couldn’t figure what. With these thoughts driving her, she drove back home in her year old Alto she had traded for her grandpa’s Maruti 800. Back home, she found her mom, Akila in the kitchen, (as expected) and as she normally did, enquired about her dad, Madhu’s whereabouts. “Your dad’s in the hospital. Grandpa’s not well na.. He had to be hospitalised for the operation today. I told you yesterday na..?!” “Oh! Ya ya... I remember.. Alright...”, managed Nidhi. Mechanically she proceeded to throw her bag in a corner, freshen up, and geared up to dine and hit the sacks. The day had now been officially declared over. Madhu had returned and was updating

Sweet as you are The apple of my eye My mind’s at war How much ever I try Wish I could hold you And have you as mine Wish I could relish your beauty And your deep-red shine I can see you, I can reach out! Can even hold you, no doubt! But I am a mere spectator Of a plan much greater! A plan of the lord almighty To make me enjoy such beauty And with such frivolity! Oh! I shall never have his clarity! I yearn for you to be mine The fruit with the deep-red shine Whilst I shall hold you special In the world so convivial