With Love, Terrorist.

To the cruel-mean people of the Indian Cinema,

~Why are terrorists or revolutionists always portrayed angry and stupid? Could the real guys sue the movie makers for it?

I mean, he could finish off the hero the first time he sees him (A head shot would be nice!) rather than letting him go and consequently getting killed by him later, after a most probable hostage situation.

~Why is he still a terrorist, if he cant handle firearms properly? He doesnt even shoot at our hero correctly for 'once' and even if he does, why the shoulder always?

Seriously what happened to the Kalashnikovs, the AK 47s or the C4s that he should have been well equipped with, rather than the shitty weapons he is forced to use while our hero is the one handling a Dragunov Sniper!

~And what is it with the mono-numerology? Why is it always a Wasim or Abdullah or some ***llah? It could as well be a James or a Yung Mang Chang or a Vishnu Gowthem or even a Koundamani. Terrorists should be allowed to have cool names!

~Why does every terrorist sport a long beard and a very sharp nose?

Its as if the Japanese and the other blunt nosed people are incapable of terrorizing acts!

And again Tamil directors! With the konjam-konjam Tamil he speaks, he brainwashes young minds? Not buying it!

~He shouldn't be portrayed psychotic by killing one of his own men. We would like him to do that to enemies instead.

~Also any terrorist should be given his space in the movie, say a possible if-not-foreign country, atleast-ullooor duet with his loved one.

Yours Sincerely,

The Mookan from the Vijayakanth/Arjun Movies.

Love is Blind

First of all this is a true story, but it doesn't mean any person in particular.

And that means especially you Enfy.

Bitch.

This is a simple story of LOVE in its most purest form.

I was in my sophomore year of college. She lived in another part of the same town that I lived in, but was safely protected from the cruel and mean outer world.

I was talkative/chatty but I would like to be referred friendly. :) She was pretty quiet apart from the rare whispers, that I liked her instantly for. But she can scream out loud enough to melt the cerumen in my ear if she wanted to.

My favorite color was black and so was hers although she wore yellow colored garbs more often. (But whenever she was with me, she stuck to black.)

She was good-looking, glossy, hygienic, sexy and smart. She was in all ways, The perfect one for me.

One fine evening, as the crimson sun ruled the sky, I met her for the first time in my life. My friend introduced her to me and like any cliched tamil movie, I instantly fell for her. Yes people, It was LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT! And unlike cliched tamil movies, she instantly fell for me too.

Till date, I dont know why I did it but I confessed my feelings for her, to me mum and dad. Although they expressed a few regrets, eventually they understood, for our love was unadulterated. They agreed, everything went well and soon we became inseparable. She was very understanding, quick to do things and always was a big part of my happiness. She stuck with me no matter how bad i was. I on the other hand, was ALL OVER HER. I was insane, my friends might say. I DROVE HER CRAZY and she made me drive her crazy too. She responded sweetly to my every single touch. She nodded her head whenever I touched her neck. I look at her as she smile brightly like colored lights whenever the young night came upon. And the good times rolled. :)

I took her everywhere i went. Even while meeting my friends. We went to theaters, restaurants, temples, cricket grounds and pretty much everywhere Madurai offered us. One dark night, we were travelling all alone. Me and her. It was raining and my view was blinded. A car came zooming out of nowhere and we were hit. I escaped with a wolverine like cut in my hand, but she was bruised, which ended up as a big white scar. Yet, she never complained. She still gleamed at me proudly with her scar and smiled pleasantly as ever. To put it simply, I was happy with her and she was all whom I ever needed in this world.

LIFE was too good for us. :)

And after a year and half of our relationship, I was brought back to earth, rather I was thara thara nu iluthified back to earth, as tragedy struck and she was taken away forcefully from me. I just hope she wasn't hurt. :(

For love her always, I will.

Dedicated to my BATMOBILE (Apache RTR 160) that was stolen.

To all the lovely times u tried to kill me,

And the very few occasional moments u almost succeded.

To all the places you showed me,

And the very few you dint make it.

To all the noise pollution we caused together,

And the neighbors that woke up to it.

To the valet parking that you never got,

And the theater parking that you did get.

To the Angelina (Jolie) ride that you would have given me,

And all the British Bakery chicken sandwich we went and got.

To the gallons of petrol you had,

And the imperial gallons of Pepsi I had.

To all the blissful journey we shared,

And the brutal accidents we bear ed,

The precious time you saved me,

And the quick pace you gave me,

May your engine rust in peace.

Amen.

Happy Halloween Everyone..

Happiness is Fried

I know It was too crowded,

For it had hardly 5 tables

But never was I dreaded,

Me with no fan cables.

I know I was not the best in town,

For I was in a very kutti street

But never did I make u frown,

Me and no proper plates.

I know I am not very clean,

For it is just 5 hours everyday

But never did I put up a dusty scene,

Me, with all the fray.

I know I am not all what I should be,

And half of only what I could be,

But ever did I fill you up,

Also with joy, fun and laughter,

And so much memories to look after.

Me, and you.

Previous location of Bismi's,

Tastily undercooked/Overcooked Chicken,

Santhu near Razia Stores,

K.K.Nagar.

My Pyramid of Screaming?

:D For further details, read the Bro-code by Barnabus Stinson..

25 things you can do in Exams

In no specific order with respect to insanity/craziness/fun,

1. The first rule of exams is you never complete the paper.
2. The second rule of exams is you never complete the paper.
3. Stare at the person seated next to u for more than 3 mins. Keep staring. Make him/her feel as if he did something.. Keep staring..
4. Shout out suddenly - "yeeeeehaaawww" "ouuuuch" "iyyayo" "eureka!" with different reactions.
5. No better time to text! Start fights thru SMS incase of 3 hr exams. GPRS - facebook, orkut or read my blog and other complex stuff included as well.
6. Stand up and sit down thrice in a row. Not for lazy souls like me.
7. Borrow black pen and Tattoo your hand. If good, poems. Borrowing is important here.
8. Chant Incantations or Slogas-like-something under your breath and freak out neighbour.
9. Exchange question papers exactly before last 15 mins, with 'Question no.12.. P.T.O' on the first page and 'April fool!! ' on the second page.
10. Smell your neighbor like Wolverine and say , "I knew it."
11. Call friends in exam hall.. Change silent mode before-hand.
12. Mouth profane words at someone/anyone seated across the hall, but make sure he ain't muscular.
13. Throw pens at someone.. Apologize and throw again..
14. Incessant coughing.
15. Catch your heart as if u had a cardiac arrest and slide down in your chair. Breathe heavily to support acting and say a last gasp - "Be brave soldier!" to the sorry-neighbor.
16. Women do this. (Note: Ancient female habit still in practice!) Doesnt matter if they are dumb or brilliant, if they know or not.. They write continuously 4 a loooooong time.. So there you go.. Your portal for sighting.. or just-looking..
17. Carry out conversations to yourself. "I should have done that" "No no, patience! my darth disciple, we will have our prey." "Precious.. you mean precious?"..
18. Start crying as soon as you see the question paper. Sneeze into neighbor if possible, do not hold back. You have sympathy on your side..
19. Keep grinning. And shake your head rhythmically. (Note: Might come across gay, if acting overdone.)
20. Sing matter-genre songs (Nethu rathiri yamma, Masi masam..) or Eminem songs.
21. Speak sourashtra. Kayra babbu? Ovura..
22. Close your eyes and start thinking about Megan Fox/Jessica Alba. Indefinitely...
23. Hit on good-looking invigilators, seniors.
24. Exam five!! :D
25. Draw one of this and show it to the person behind you if he keeps nagging for answers, but doesnt show any. (that is 'selfish' in student terms!)..

Sequel to study holidays..

Review - The Lost Symbol

"Yesterday, I managed to do something, I haven't done properly in a long time.. And today I ll execute another one of the same prototype as well.."

'The Lost Symbol' by Dan Brown, released finally, after 3 years its expected date, proved to be a really fascinating and absorbing read. Sprawling through a labyrinth of puzzles and codes, it is a gripping fiction-on-facts story, that partly succeeds in imbuing the readers with a sense of oneness while savoring domains of the ever-existing nexus between science and theology.

The story, primarily based on the city of Washington, is essentially an all-out American novel. You know the way we Indians usually feel about about all-American stuff.. despite a large population of American NRIs, we still feel alienated when anyone extols their country. We don't feel comfortable in their nation-eulogistic songs and movie scenes. Precisely, the same reason why a lot of Indians know Yogi B better than Eminem!

Mr.Brown excludes all this. Apart from throwing subtle mentions to Vedas, Buddha, Gandhi and few other sub-continententies, he doesn't exactly blind-praise America, but rather just reveal about its ancient history. Either ways, we like the way its done :-) , after all we are guys who take pride in returning to India as America-return Indian mapillais rather than staying there as Indian-origin American immigrants!

Like the author's previous novels, this one starts off in a strange hodgepodge of events as well. Not with murder though, instead with an ancient esoteric ritual. Consequences that follow and how a Harvard symbiologist solves the ancient mysteries attending to the demands of a power-craving lunatic, amidst a CIA operation forms the plot. The novel makes fertile use of the language and combined with a mixture of racy narrative (Some chapters seem rather like a screenplay script!) and a telling plot it is really hard to Alt-F4 the eBook at times. Also Brown scores in his one-liners throughout the tale. "Google is not a synonym for Research" "Sometimes a legend that endures for such a long time.. Endures for a reason" "I come for wisdom and he offers me wealth." "We all fear what we do not understand.”

Brown also keeps the readers engaged with ingenious references to his previous works and the modern world in general. Langdon often recalls his experiences in Paris and the Vatican, comparing and contrasting. He admits not knowing how to tweet! And interesting enough, one of the characters even dismisses the holy-grail quest as silly and frivolous!

The novel though filled with suspense and proceeding in a new avenue, doesn't fail to remind you of A&D or DVC in parts. The plot too gets banal at times. Despite tautological-predicaments, It still stands as one of the best books i have ever read! Brown any day to a Grisham or an Archer!

Rating - 8/10

Personally, it achieved what a couple of novels, some famous autobiographies, few other works of non-fiction, or even the celebrated LOTR couldn't - To get my primeval reading habits back on track. And strangely an affinity through re-discovery. (That stuff my 8th grade english taught me is the Masonic cipher?! B-) )

I couldn't have read this at a better time. At a time when my mind was hovering an endless abyss, for i was facing an indefinite and silent void.

In a way i became untethered..

In a word, Enlightenment! :-)

Please Please Me!

Will there be any Recession-edition of the FIFA 10 that might work on my system configuration? :O

DBMS Interns..

I ll pass..
I ll pass not..

Cha! ketta pasanga..

Forewarning : This post is not meant for kids/anyone who goes "uhhh.." at the use of the f word. This is a professional personal blog and you cant expect me not to say anything about 'that' thing.


If ever one of those surveys that goes like 'one in every nth hour does this', is taken for the usage of the word 'fuck', i wouldn't be surprised if the units are changed to seconds or even ms. So ubiquitous is the word lately!


'Fuck' is used in all kinds of sense - chiefly to express anger as in 'fuck off' (some might argue this to be 'fuckin off', but not me. I dnt want any bruised eyes or broken ribs!)
Also to express distress as 'what the fuck!' .. mathematics..
or the surprise surprise 'fuck!'.. glimpses of women..
or to show attitude - i dont give a fuck!.. Lot of them.Even you. Really? No? I dont give a f...
or even in blasphemy - 'holy fuck!'.. Poor jesus!
Now logically it can even be made a legal or "parliamentary" word, before someone get offended. Cos say, if i tell anyone in my college that we have double Comp. Design tomorrow first thing in the morning - the impromptu reply would be 'ahhh fuck!' by most of them. (maybe in different languages. ;)) 'Fuck' comes that instantaneous for a huge population!


Also, I had long been curious as to what parts of speech 'fuck' comes under (apart from verb of course!) and interestingly according to wiki,

'Fuck' is perhaps unique in its linguistic versatility, in that it can be used as a noun, verb, adjective, adverb, pronoun, or interjection, and can logically be used as virtually any word in a sentence (e.g. "Fuck the fucking fuckers").

It is just like the 'yaar' talks that is prevalent among most N.indians (both chicks and chin-chins) while speaking english. They can add 'yaar' to about anything they speak!
(come on yaar!
i m sorry yaar!
hey yaar!
wanna go to the movie yaar?)
I personally hate to hear someone use the 'yaar' word so often and would certainly love to have a go at him/her Goundmani style (something like "En 'yaar'u nu therila na solla mataya da chappathi vaaya?!?!?!") And there is also the worst case- namma ooru pasanga who use a lot of 'yaar' to show they can blend in too! Uhhh!


Despite hearing the f word every now and then, I feel exasperated(Cha!) at times with all this excessive usage and hopefully this fuck funda will diminish someday or even end or maybe we will start hearing bleep sounds (like Rock and Stonecold speaking in the WWE!) whenever someone uses an expletive!


P.S. Swearing in the comments section is not allowed.. :)

Ooty you beautttyyyyyyyyyyyyy..

Hover your mouse pointer over pics for captions! :)

And I are back!

2 months 25 days 23 hours 6 minutes and 59 seconds since i last blogged. For everyone who knew me well, I dint do the math of course. I hate the subject and its teachers for quite a long time now. So this did the job. I m not sure to what else the site can do. Still figuring out.


Anyways, for my followers and ahem 'fans' (no exaggeration here :D), these no-post-days were actually an extended-break that i started for my sem exams. Not that i was into some serious exam preparation or anything, but this is generally how people convince themsleves, tat they are preparing for such stuff - by sacrificing. Parents see to it that the mobile and cable connections are gone while their kids do 12th grade, as their 'sacrifice' and many people live anti-orkut lives during examinations. And tats exactly the same protoytpe, as to how my Pensieve got the axe. Can't say it helps, but hey i passed! even in SS! :)


Well, tat was then and it went good. And then followed my holidays which was even better! Playing fifa, (still) trying to read LOTR and watching Dexter/Hustle all day with late night movies, occasional family parties and lots of phone calls and traveling to top it up. Went like a dream, i might say. So why am i back here?
why give myself the trouble of thinking something to blog about or trying to better my never-improving English?
why rather than playing fifa, try and do long lines of boring text?
why?
Cos this is one of the few things i do 'very non-lazily' and pursue this vice is what i must do.
Cheers everyone. :)

NRI-pl?

The first few thoughts that striked my mind when i heard the 'Indian' premier league is shifting out of India..


~The format - Group of matches played on different grounds, 14 for each team and the teams with the highest points will play the semis followed by the finals. The home/away concept that seemed to be an interesting quotient in the first season is lost!


~Will teams be renamed to Durban Daredevils, Cape Town Royal Challengers and the Kimberley Kings XI? Uhh!


~Also this means no complementary-free tickets for namma ooru MPs and MLAs and they could concentrate on some real work rather than chit-chatting with celebrities and chief guest-ing over matches.


!!!Lekha Washingon's compering will be sorely missed. :(


~Karuvachis for entertaining the crowd? (Ofcourse Mallya could import a piece or two for variety!). Now i m no big racist or anything esp.when it comes to entertainment, but like a majority of ppl believe - shouldnt the 'fairer' sex be fair enough?


~I don't think Sharukh and Preity have a lot of mumbo-jumbo African fans. So dancing or singing in the VIP box could draw some eerie eyes.


~Another chance for the Indian youngsters to do some globetrotting. But be careful guys, Africa is the source for a lot of things!


~Even kindergartners know that, not a lot of Indians perform well outside the sub-continent. So does it mean we r not getting any of those colored caps again this time?


~With the Economic meltdown, any form of lucrative deal should be grabbed by the government! Security being the main reason for which the event is moved out of India baffles me a lot, cos if any foreign cricketers get shot/killed, India would be blamed. Yes. But if any of the Indian cricketers (which includes a larger percentage!) are killed in SA, again India would be sinned for not letting someone get killed in their own country!


~Will each franchise have an African Ambassador as well, to promote the event there?
Not a problem for the Chennai Superkings! they already got one! ;)

Weird!

I passed my SS 2nd interns!
Mallya's Force India finished a F1 race!
Like they say..
Its a
medical
engineering miracle!!


Now I know the previous post is contradictory to this one, but i guess that creative writing just about nudged me pass the finish line :)

Not again!

The windows were unusually closed and the aeration in the hall was very low. Everyone were busy plotting methods in their minds on how to go about it. No one even did their usual i-dont-think-we-will-make-it smiles. The whole setting was too grim and ominous.
I slowly made my way to the right end of the room and took the empty seat in the second row. I waited as she moved a few paces and handed it over to me. Fingers crossed, i slowly moved my eyes up and down, scanning for something i knew or at least something that i have heard of.
Q1? nope
Q2? nope
and on it went till i had nothing more to read. I looked up to see how others reacted. They still had their heads bent over their sheets. So its just me.. hmmm (Sigh). And out of nowhere, Mr.Reaction slowly(!!) turned towards me (for i guess he believed he would find solace in my reactions) and held his lower lip cranked down, indicating he knew nothing as well. Mr.Representative and Mr.Sony (so u ll join in anything tats going on, huh?) did similar expressions. The in'vigi'lator issued her warning against practice of malpractice. Lost and desperate, i suddenly remembered I still had one last chance to get what i wanted. The one tiny little ray of hope i had! - Mr.128!!
Excited, I started to turn my head slowly towards him. Like those tamil movie slow motion scenes.. My pen slips out of hand and is on its way to bounce off the floor. I accidentally elbow the guy next to me who gives a muffled scream. I finish my turn and 128 comes into my view.
I stared into a pair of eyes. Closed ones. Ah! now theres my solacement! :)


P.S. SS 2nd interns was more like the 1st. It was more of a creative writing competition towards the end.

The team that it (wa)s

~Winning consistently, Sehwag getting scores, a keeper who can also bat (though not elegantly), real bowlers(not Ajit Agarkar!), no low-scoring loses, no falling apart if Sachin gets out, no 'blaming on the pitch', no bowlers with an economy rate of 8+, no coach-BCCI-vaika thagararu, no fielders who drop sitters, and no shirt-swinging-hyper-aggressive-Captain, who loses his match fee.


9 wins in a row now. And all of them convincing and consistent enough to say, finally we are dominating the game we worship.


Where is the unreliable Indian cricket team that we had known so well?

Sin city #0452

Chingu chaan serial bulbs
+ Artistically arranged Tube lights.
+ Flex-boards in every possible 'free space',every viewable direction.
+ >20 feet Cut-outs.
+ Arcs over the sky and the road as well.
+ Flags that paint the city red and black.
+ Morphed pictures.
+ Divided dividers.
+ Billboard-ed autos.
+ Jarring loudspeakers.
+ Lyric-altered-facsimile movie songs.
+ Drunk Eulogy by functionaries.
+ Humbug Captions. (one even read he gets younger every year.. Curious case effect..)
+ Idolization.
+ Hypocrisy.
+ a smiling rim-glassed Madurai's Mr.You-know-who..


Bigwig Al turns 58.

Slumdog Software

Vishnu Gowthem is a few days away from learning that he failed in system software.
why did this happen?


A. He was unlucky (seated in the first row)
B. The teacher cheated
C. The Q.paper was too difficult
D. It is written (Destiny)


:)

Do you atheists do this?!?!

He he..

Why god? Why r u doing this to us? :(

When reality is about to strike , no one could really do anything about it.
Its too late.
The inevitable is on its way to make an emphatic statement.
Of course we had known about this long back, but as the gloomy day looms nearer, i cant help but for my ominous, unsettling gut feeling.
If only there was a slender possibility of procrastinating the grim event.. Uff!
Thru times of unbound joy and extreme hardships..


We were there to see Bush get the shoe in Iraq,
We were there oooooh'ing Aamir khan's 8 packs when Ghajini opened,
We were there dancing with wii remotes at Blur,
We were there when Raju admitted corporate fraud for overstating Satyam's cash reserves,
We were there spending all those evenings over Orkut and yahoo,
We were there at the breezy Marina? NO! Gandhi? NO! Santhome Beach!,
We were there to bid goodbye to 2008,
We were there jumping with joy, when Man u thrashed Chelsea 3 nil convincingly,
We were there smugging when Slumdog swept the 66th Golden globe awards,
We were there pondering on what to blog about when everytime we see someone else blog..
We were there with infiltrated pen drives thanks to CCC PCs,
We were there buying pirated books at Pondy bazaar,
We were there while people uploaded photos in Orkut and thus comprehend they had been to a nearby hill station, tourist location,etc.. or have bought a new cam, web cam, etc..
We were there reading Mourinho's "I want Drogba" at Landmark,
We were there envying Subadesh's vocabulary, Sai's poetry and all those who walk arm-clamped with their gfs..
We were there playing cricket(with provision of by-runners if the batsman feels lazy!)
We were there stealthily choosing templates to create a website,
We were there thinking, when every1 did their implant trainings (still thinking..)
We were there sauntering off 4rm floor to floor at citi center, spencers with no real job to do,
We were there when KKNagar's 80 ft road was divided!,
We were there plotting to buy Rs.10 tickets at INOX,
We were there gossipping at the empty pump-house,
We were there gulping down parottas at bismi,
We were there waiting for GTA IV slowly load even in a high graphic compatible pc,
We were there ten-pin bowling everywhere except where we had to..
We were there chomping sugarcanes, tasting 'sakkara' pongal,
We were there seeing top imdb movies and also Vijay's Villu and Perarasu's Thiruvannamalai(The hardship..)
We were there lol'ing at horoscopes from a software at Lan Lab,
We were there when underdog Bangladeshis beat Srilanka,
We were there when the Aussies failed against the proteas,
We were there watching couples play Boxing over PS3 consoles,
We were there snoozing over extended LOTR versions,
We were there browsing for cheap places to stay at Ooty,
We were there planning cost-cutting measures for the future..


Yes! We were there.. either alone or munching a packet of lays..
Yes! We were there.. either sitting quietly or laughing our asses over F.R.I.E.N.D.S..
Yes! we were there.. at Idleness! that we were entitled to in our holidays..
Jobless and having fun..


And ending all this, College starts tomorrow! :( :(

Review - Villu

UPDATED:
Only for those who have been through this, or for those who dnt hve an idea of seeing it.

Movie Name : VILLU
Director : Prabhu Deva
Cast : Vijay, Nayanthara, P.Raj,Vadivelu,..


Plot :
Pugal(Vijay) is a sincere police officer working undercover(which u learn later) to capture a worldwide drug-Narcotics network and in the process tries to redeem his family's lost reputation(which again u learn later). The movie starts with Pugal doing an insane jump to save a girl from being raped(?!) by the local rowdies and to also get his usual hyper-ised introduction.One of the onlookers exclaims "Is it Spiderman or Superman?" Yes yes, that insane a jump it was. A fight follows the jump and a song follows the fight. Vijay dances his ass off and Prabhudeva joins too for a music bit. Dancing has always been his USP and he proves it yet again, but unlike Kuruvi, he doesn't dance much in any other song.


And the next scene a terrorist(?) is on his usual routine smuggling at the harbour, when our hero after managing to reach the ship swimming underwater, confronts him and assures to help him, from the police that is in disguise in the harbor as workers. When questioned how he knew, he asks Racca(the terrorist) to have a look at their leather boots. Ah Sneaky! Pugal finally saves him from the police after a jet-ski pursuit, only to hit him in the face and knock him unconscious.


Else where, Racca's partners JD(Prakash Raj) and Annan(I forgot the name) meet and finds tat either hadn't killed Racca. And the goons kill their emissaries in the other's camp to show their friendship. Ada pavingala! Meantime, Pugal falls in love(we all do!) with Janavi(9thara), who happens to be JD's daughter. After a few scenes (with too much emphasis on Thara's cleavage!) she too reciprocates. Also Maada(Vadivelu) tries(in vain) to tickle our funny bone.


When Pugal goes to Munich to meet JD, he confesses that he killed Racca and has a discrete conversation with him. Next, Pugal goes to a club and dances with some foreign women, which for some reason angers one of the Annan's hoodlum (Sreeman) and a fight ensues.Pugal emerges unscathed from the fight and thus on a bid to seek revenge, Annan and his allakaingal try to kill him with a sniper from a maruthi Omni! That s when Annan realizes that Pugal is his son after seeing his mother(his wife). *Interval*


The rest of the story is predictable. Annan opens all his secret to his fake 'son', which he realizes and gets killed in a flight crash. Pugal escapes the flight crash by hanging onto the aircraft wing and by housing a parachute in his blazer! Also our hero beats every attempt by JD to kill him. The director manages to squeeze in a few songs too between the fights, where Nayan wears diff. dresses, each time getting shorter! The flashback is told by Pugal's fake mom when Jaanavi complains to her about Pugal.


Pugal's dad (Vijay again), an army officer dies in a skirmish at the hands of JD and gang, corrupt and immoral army officials. Also, after death he is labelled a smuggler and is stripped of his army credentials. Not just that, Pugal's mom (Ranjitha) is tatooed on the forehead as "Smugglers wife" LOL


As planned, Pugal lures JD to India, kills Racca, gets buried alive and still manages to escape, kills 20 adiyalunga and finally confronts JD as expected. He makes him confess to the sudden oormakkal who appear out of nowhere, that his dad was a sincere, true and patriotic martyr and then kills him. *The end*


Comments:


Very old story line of redeeming family reputation. (Apoorva sagotharargal, Departed, national treasure..)
I m not commenting on the skywards-flying-bone breaking-stunt scenes. (Does he always carry a jet pack?). They are better than Kuruvi to say the least.
And Vijay needs to do something different. not jus trim his moush and wear a ear-stud to differentiate two characters!


Costumes were too good for vijay, too short for Nayan and too stupid for Prakashraj, who comes in pink, violet, golden blazers, just to show he is ostentatious.
Music was very typical of DSP. none of the songs or BGMs tune-catching or mind blowing.
Vadivelu's comedy shines at very few places. (His animated fight with a jersey cow was boredom than comical!)


Finally vijay turns sensible with the punch dialogues, but
Too many hyper-exaggerated-impossible scenes in the movie like
*Getting buried alive, and emerging from the ground thanks to a storm that blew away the sand!
*Flying in an aircraft holding its wing.
*Blowing off 10 cars around him.
*Driving a Jet ski underwater a ship and emerge out on the other side.
And what happens to Nayanthara, Vadivelu in the end? nobody knows.


Rating : Not more than 6/10..


After years of trying, Vijay creates a telugu movie instead of remaking one. :D