Saturday, October 02, 2010
Endhiran - The Ultimate Movie - Review
Well, though i missed the first day show, Endhiran was worth watching on the 2nd Day... The movie starts straight without any intro song for thalaivar and gets into act of creating Chitti the Robot.. Its all about the thought process of Shankar.. What an imagination............... The film is a visual treat be it with the Sci-Fic scenes or with the song locations. The Film is full of Rajini but still its not a overdose.. Chitti (Rajini) the villain , is so very perfect and i am sure that thailaivar will grab all the Best Villain Awards for the year 2010. The way he finds out the Human Rajini among the 1000's of Robot and says "ROBO" is just spectacular. The villainish Rajini takes us back to 1983 super hit character Alex Pandian from Moondru Mugam. I have become a great fan of the Chitti the Villain. The looks of Rajini is mind blowing be it the Hero , Good Robot or the Villain Robot............ Rajini Still proves he is the best.. And i am sure that no one else can do this film to the utmost perfection like Rajini and anyone else will be a 100% misfit. The last 30 minutes of the film takes you to the edge of the seat and is a visual and sound treat.. Shankar proves he is the best director in India who has got the Foreign touch.. Well there are quite a few bloopers for the film like the Mosquito love scene which was a pain to watch.. This could have been avoided which would have cut short the film by 10 mins and was necessary. The train fight scene proves this is nothing shot in Chennai but is a Mumbai one..
Well these are just negligible ones. The film overall is worth the money paid and i would watch it many more times. This is the best Indian Sci-Fic Film made and Kudoos to Shankar and Sun Pictures.
My Rating : **** stars. (4/5 Stars.)
Well these are just negligible ones. The film overall is worth the money paid and i would watch it many more times. This is the best Indian Sci-Fic Film made and Kudoos to Shankar and Sun Pictures.
My Rating : **** stars. (4/5 Stars.)
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Solitude.. I realise it now..
Its 5.30 pm.... just me and the walls of my room... My computer is not communicating too.. My poor walls do want to speak to me... but cant isnt it? I decided that i take my car and go for a chill ride.. but where? ... with the steering in my hand, the car went through the main roads and streets of indira nagar , Kormanagala.. but never stopped anywhere.. thanks to the traffic signals in bangalore which reminded me to relax and stop driving.. Looking at people zooming past me... wondered if i was the same driver who did the gymnastic stunts with my car on the chennai highway... Finally after driving for 2 hours .. i decided to stop the car for a coffee break.. Well all those who know me.. u guessed it right it was indeed Coffee Day.. but the one jeevan bhima nagar... and not the regular 100ft road one.. As usual ordering my regular Grand Latte.. the guys there dint surprise me.. they took their own sweet time to bring the mug of coffee.. i could see a lot of guys & gals in a group.. and may be in was the only one alone there.. Not knowing what to do until my coffee arrives.. i thought will call up and speak to someone.. so to search for a suitable person.. i started browsing through the contacts of my mobile phone.... so many names.. but whom to call.. some of the names i dont feel like calling.. some of the names even though i call they wont be in a position to speak.. this is when i realised i am alone.... Finally Sai returned a call which he couldnt answer when i made.. Sai though the call was short ... it did make me happy.. Then i head straight into my car.. and back to my 4 walls..... and a Tamil film goes into the DVD drive of my laptop for me to relax.....
Until next time.. c ya folks...
Until next time.. c ya folks...
Monday, November 07, 2005
Adoption...
It was a Great Starter day for the IInd Standard Kids of St.Joseph's Matriculation School. Their teacher had just announced a few minutes ago that the kids are going to meet a famous star in a few hours from now. All the relished kids were in high energy. There came the disappointment as the teacher appologised and said that the star will not be able to make it up for the day.
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The teacher then said, She is going to teach them about Adoption.
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A little girl said, "I know all about adoptions, because I was adopted."
"What does it mean to be adopted?" asked another child.
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She said "It means that you grew in your mom's heart instead of her tummy."
The Tycoon.
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The teacher then said, She is going to teach them about Adoption.
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A little girl said, "I know all about adoptions, because I was adopted."
"What does it mean to be adopted?" asked another child.
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She said "It means that you grew in your mom's heart instead of her tummy."
The Tycoon.
Friday, October 28, 2005
God's Power in Action
God has a way of allowing us to be in the right place at the right time.
I was walking down a dimly lit street late one evening when I heard muffled screams coming from behind a clump of bushes. Alarmed, I slowed down to listen, and panicked when I realized that what I was hearing were the unmistakable sounds of a struggle: heavy grunting, frantic scuffling, and tearing of fabric.
Only yards from where I stood, a woman was being attacked. Should I get involved? I was frightened for my own safety, and cursed myself for having suddenly decided to take a new route home that night. What if I became another statistic? Shouldn't I just run to the nearest phone and call the police?
Although it seemed an eternity, the deliberations in my head had taken only seconds, but already the girl's cries were growing weaker. I knew I had to act fast. How could I walk away from this? No, I finally resolved, I could not turn my back on the fate of this unknown woman, even if it meant risking my own life.
I am not a brave man, nor am I athletic. I don't know where I found the moral courage and physical strength -- but once I had finally resolved to help the girl, I became strangely transformed. I ran behind the bushes and pulled the assailant off the woman. Grappling, we fell to the ground, where we wrestled for a few minutes until the attacker jumped up and escaped.
Panting hard, I scrambled upright and approached the girl, who was crouched behind a tree, sobbing. In the darkness, I could barely see her outline, but I could certainly sense her trembling shock.
Not wanting to frighten her further, I at first spoke to her from a distance. "It's okay," I said soothingly. "The man ran away. You're safe now." There was a long pause and then I heard the words, uttered in wonder, in amazement. "Dad, is that you?" And then, from behind the tree, out stepped my youngest daughter, Renuka.
The Tyccon
I was walking down a dimly lit street late one evening when I heard muffled screams coming from behind a clump of bushes. Alarmed, I slowed down to listen, and panicked when I realized that what I was hearing were the unmistakable sounds of a struggle: heavy grunting, frantic scuffling, and tearing of fabric.
Only yards from where I stood, a woman was being attacked. Should I get involved? I was frightened for my own safety, and cursed myself for having suddenly decided to take a new route home that night. What if I became another statistic? Shouldn't I just run to the nearest phone and call the police?
Although it seemed an eternity, the deliberations in my head had taken only seconds, but already the girl's cries were growing weaker. I knew I had to act fast. How could I walk away from this? No, I finally resolved, I could not turn my back on the fate of this unknown woman, even if it meant risking my own life.
I am not a brave man, nor am I athletic. I don't know where I found the moral courage and physical strength -- but once I had finally resolved to help the girl, I became strangely transformed. I ran behind the bushes and pulled the assailant off the woman. Grappling, we fell to the ground, where we wrestled for a few minutes until the attacker jumped up and escaped.
Panting hard, I scrambled upright and approached the girl, who was crouched behind a tree, sobbing. In the darkness, I could barely see her outline, but I could certainly sense her trembling shock.
Not wanting to frighten her further, I at first spoke to her from a distance. "It's okay," I said soothingly. "The man ran away. You're safe now." There was a long pause and then I heard the words, uttered in wonder, in amazement. "Dad, is that you?" And then, from behind the tree, out stepped my youngest daughter, Renuka.
The Tyccon
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Instructions for Life
Hello All,
After a long time.. Just wanted a little inspiration in life for myself. and i just found the below from Dalai Lama. Thought will share it with you all. So here they go.....
Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
When you lose, don't lose the lesson.
Follow the three Rs: Respect for self, Respect for others, Responsibility for all your
actions.
Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.
Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.
Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
Spend some time alone every day.
Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values.
Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
Live a good, honorable life, then when you get older and think back, you'll be able to enjoy it a second time.
A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.
In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation, don't bring up the past.
Share your knowledge. It's a way to achieve immortality.
Be gentle with the earth.
Once a year, go someplace you've never been before.
Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.
Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.
Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.
So hope they made some Sense..
Until next one Bye...
The Tycoon....
After a long time.. Just wanted a little inspiration in life for myself. and i just found the below from Dalai Lama. Thought will share it with you all. So here they go.....
Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
When you lose, don't lose the lesson.
Follow the three Rs: Respect for self, Respect for others, Responsibility for all your
actions.
Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.
Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.
Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
Spend some time alone every day.
Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values.
Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
Live a good, honorable life, then when you get older and think back, you'll be able to enjoy it a second time.
A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.
In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation, don't bring up the past.
Share your knowledge. It's a way to achieve immortality.
Be gentle with the earth.
Once a year, go someplace you've never been before.
Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.
Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.
Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.
So hope they made some Sense..
Until next one Bye...
The Tycoon....
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Life Still Has A Meaning
Below is an illustration why i feel that there is meaning to life.
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If there is a future there is time for mending-Time to see your troubles coming to an ending.Life is never hopeless however great your sorrow-If you're looking forward to a new tomorrow.If there is time for wishing then there is time for hoping-When through doubt and darkness you are blindly groping.Though the heart be heavy and hurt you may be feeling-If there is time for praying there is time for healing.So if through your window there is a new day breaking-Thank God for the promise, though mind and soul be aching,If with harvest over there is grain enough for gleaning-There is a new tomorrow and life still has meaning.
Regards,
Pramodh....
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If there is a future there is time for mending-Time to see your troubles coming to an ending.Life is never hopeless however great your sorrow-If you're looking forward to a new tomorrow.If there is time for wishing then there is time for hoping-When through doubt and darkness you are blindly groping.Though the heart be heavy and hurt you may be feeling-If there is time for praying there is time for healing.So if through your window there is a new day breaking-Thank God for the promise, though mind and soul be aching,If with harvest over there is grain enough for gleaning-There is a new tomorrow and life still has meaning.
Regards,
Pramodh....
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Patience
Hello All,
This story on patience has actually made me think and made me realise that being short tempered will only drive people away from you. If you expect love out of someone then you have to be patient. .
Here is the Story...As usual comments expected too...
A man came out of his home to admire his new truck.
To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck.
The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment.
When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital. Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands.
When the boy woke up from the surgery & saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, " Daddy, I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?"
The father went home & committed suicide.
Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or u wish to take revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can be repaired. Broken bones & hurt feelings often can't.
Too often we fail to recognise the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge.
People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.
Pause and ponder. Think before you act. Be patient. Forgive & forget. Love one and all.
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If you judge people, you have no time to love them...
Regards
Pramodh
This story on patience has actually made me think and made me realise that being short tempered will only drive people away from you. If you expect love out of someone then you have to be patient. .
Here is the Story...As usual comments expected too...
A man came out of his home to admire his new truck.
To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck.
The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment.
When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital. Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands.
When the boy woke up from the surgery & saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, " Daddy, I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?"
The father went home & committed suicide.
Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or u wish to take revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can be repaired. Broken bones & hurt feelings often can't.
Too often we fail to recognise the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge.
People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.
Pause and ponder. Think before you act. Be patient. Forgive & forget. Love one and all.
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If you judge people, you have no time to love them...
Regards
Pramodh
