Unnaipol Oruvan: The Review

First off, when I went to watch this movie, I didn't expect more than what was to be but an exact copy of a Hindi movie called A Wednesday!. However, to my surprise, the movie - though the plot-line being the exact same, was executed way better than it's counterpart. However this may just be my voice (a common man's voice) out of the thousands of others who seem to think this movie has no difference and was purely for commercial purpose.

Heh, speaking of common men this common man, a man who tried to revolutionize Indian, no, Tamil on-screen entertainment really deserves a toast (do it if you have a glass of wine or any other drink in your hand right now!). Kamal Hassan has come in and really has owned the room. Of course not at all forgetting the Malayalam superstar Mohanlal, he was extremely powerful and witty in delivering his dialogues. Lakshmi, well... she gave a somewhat considerable contribution to the film (in showing the real truth behind what a secretary of the CM thinks when it comes to handling a situation that is a threat to the State).

The momentary pauses in the film during Mohanlal's and Lakshmi's arguments were well planned and executed and gave the right time for the audience to laugh (and recover too).

The actors who played the role of the policemen did a very nice job, and matched their Hindi counterparts. The terrorists looked a tad more sly and cunning than the Hindi version's (although I did not approve of using a comedian as one of the terrorists but his position didn't seem to dawdle).

I would again like to mention that the reaction of adding the element of Kamal-Mohanlal to this compound of A Wednesday!'s remake really made the force within the plot effervesce.

The music also fitted the parts where it was added to. Although, a considerable number of scenes were deprived of it. Nevertheless, the music (the bass especially) aided in providing the force intended in the movie. Not bad, Shruthi, not bad at all.

In conclusion, the movie when being compared to its Hindi counterpart had a way better execution and force (though Kamal being very subtle in this, but nevertheless). I would also like to mention that the news reporter in this version was far better than her counterpart as the latter's 'stylish' speaking really got on my nerves and based on the fact that she was really annoying because of said 'stylish' speaking.

However, props to the Hindi guys for coming up with this awesome plot. And of course props to all the actors of the Tamil version of the movie, especially the Dastardly-Duo Kamal Hassan and Mohanlal.

Breaking Benjamin - I Will Not Bow (Official Music Video)

The song is gonna be featured on the new Bruce Willis movie, Surrogates.
The video's awesome too...

My Latest Animation

Okay... please leave comments... I really have, a craving for animation and I'd like to know how good I am so please leave comments. This is my latest work:

Up 'A film you can really look-UP to'

Finally! Up has hit the theater in my hometown at last, after all the waiting and checking out the schedules to see if it was in fact, showing. It's all paid off... and now to the review:

Stunning, awesome! Really, the movie was thousands of times better than I expected, Disney Pixar (more PIXAR to be honest) has really got the power to scrape your mind from all those little things that bother you everyday.

The story (in short) is about how a guy (Carl Fredricksen) tries to fulfill his wife's (and his) dream to set up a house in this exotic place, Paradise Falls - a small peak in South America, and all the trouble he goes through to get this to happen.

I for one, was glued to the seat and didn't want to get up at all. The high-views really made my feet tremble. The effects were stunning and of course very real. Another fact that made this visit to the theater 'funny' was that my younger brother was there with us (usually we just leave him at grammy's).

And there was also a time when he broke his 3-D glasses, there was a tussle to fix that. Pretty intense a ship with my kid brother there, but I've gotta admit, it was pretty funny. There were also moments when he would just stand on his seat and yell 'GOOGLY' at the screen. The audience burst out laughing for that.

All in all, I recommend UP to each and every person who reads this, which is probably the best animated feature I have ever seen. PIXAR has redefined entertainment and visual effects in this movie and it was worth all the money I paid for.

However I feel rather sad that, I wasted my money on this movie called Kanthaswamy which was long, boring and pointless.

I really didn't want to cost my Dad all that money I did for UP and the latter (which was definitely not worth the cost. It sucked!).

Anyway, as long as Pixar is alive and continues to make these 'different' movies with a splendid crew like the one they have now, I think no other animation company can compete.

He's gone...

The title speaks for itself... my father, the greatest guy there is or ever could be, has left for Kuwait after coming for a two-week vacation. He helped me all through his stay, never complained or hesitated. I really enjoyed spending time with him.

But now he has left, and my Math exam is due tomorrow... I don't know what the hell I'm gonna do. i don't know what is up or down anymore, he was... always there (these two weeks) to help me face difficult times. Now, when I read something or see a Math textbook, I can't seem to understand anything... every little detail is slowly slipping from my head.

It's already worse enough that I'm bestowed with all this bad luck... but my father was the only person that made my life in this sad, miserable world better.

Now that he's gone, I don't know what I'm gonna do. I miss him so much already.

heh..heh..

Look at that, a tiny drop of tear just escaped my eye. Do grown up 16 year old boys really cry? Or is it just me...? You may think I'm gay or something, but if you do, then you my friend are someone whose father wasn't as great as mine is.

If you are out there Dad... this is for you

This time, it is too big
The hole in my heart,
I can't see you again, my dear dad
Till the dawn of the next year.
Not a word read can be understood
Not an equation memorized
Ahh... this world, too shrewd
Why am I the one with the bad luck?
Don't you have someone else to torture GOD?
I'm a mere boy in his teen
Whose father is gone as fast as he had been...

Why God?! Why did FRIENDS have to end?!

This sitcom made all the change in my life. When I was sad, this show would cheer me up that i forget all about what I was sad about. FRIENDS really made a turnover in my boring, predictable life. Suggested by my Dad of course, this show wasn't quite to my liking when I first heard of it. Later I sat one day to watch a complete episode, and an hour later, i found myself sitting there with a bag of chips on one hand and a can of Mountain Dew on the other.

I could never forget the unpredictable ways in which this show brought out its humor. Even in the saddest of moments, there is always one tiny little limerick that sets everyone laughing out loud.

This show did its huge part in making me laugh, me being a person who didn't watch sitcoms (then). The show... was so captivative, spellbinding and extremely hilarious. I could've never thought of a better sitcom to watch everyday than FRIENDS.

Following the story and the six friends' wacky lives and blunders, and how they faced their fears and overcame them, really inspired me to behave the same way, you know, about how I deal with the problems I have in my life and all that.

But soon, I reached out to the DVD box of the tenth season, and shocked to see that I had just seen the last DVD. It was over... no more FRIENDS. Shaken, I tried to find something that could replace this wonderful show. But alas, nothing could compare... nothing could come even a wee bit close.

Will there be a show like this...? Ever? I wish there would be, with the same cast, each who were Perfect with a capital 'P' for their roles... I'm still here, waiting...

Journey to Weight Reduction

"Hah! Hah! You fatty you! An elephant is what you are!" screamed many students from my class and other classes alike. I was fat, obese, overweight, a load-roller, you know whatever makes you happy.

But one day, I just cracked! I couldn't stand all the dissing and teasing any more. I put my fist through a wall....but I missed and hit the door, BUT IT SLAMMED REAL HARD!! I didn't do anything about it though, you know, all the teasing and all, I didn't take any action to prevent it from happening in the future.

On one fateful day though, I put on my track pants, my bro's sports shoes and went in search of a GYM near my house, which luckily I did find.

The first 3.... okay, okay.....10 days was easy-going and smooth with all the easy exercises. But after the 10th day came on the heat!! I was made to run up and down a stairwell which had about 22 steps!! It was hard work, but I was determined to lose all the extra fat in me...

Finally after a long month I reached 82 from 88 kilograms!! I was happy with the result which made me even more determined!! I ran a lot and I did more time in the gym and it hurt a lot! But it had to be done...

Another month had passed and I reached (with a hell lotta hard work, and pain) 75 kilograms... again I was really happy... friends praising me, family praising me and all!

One day I just, you know, thought that it was enough......"maybe 75 is supposed to be THE weight!!!" I though..... so I went down to the store and bought a packet of Cheese balls and a bottle of Fanta and sat down to enjoy some time with them, while watching The Pursuit of Happyness....

The next day all sleepy in the morning.... I stood on the weighing machine and Oh.....My.....GOD I had increased 5kgs after the previous day with the chips and the fanta.......

So now it called for more intense workouts and more steppin'....... Now!!! Finally!!! I am 66 and I look great..........but now the bad thing is that my folks think I'm too obsessed with this Weight Reduction thing......

But I'm gonna keep goin'....till I know that I should stop......until then......it's never ENOUGH!!

Ipod, never trust it with your bag....

"Another day! Another boring day at school!!" I thought as I was in the auto going to school. But you know, I was kinda glad that I had my Ipod mini with me, my friend... the "friend" who gave me company isolating the outside annoying noise with my favorite songs!

That very Ipod and I have some great memories, the first time I got it, I put in my favorite Michael Jackson songs, and kept listening to it everyday.

Then some days went by and its colour-coating of silver faded and it grew older and older month after month and there was soon a new "baby" in the house, my dad had brought in an Ipod Video just like a doctor would a new born baby, and my old friend lay in my cupboard, sometimes I think that tears would roll down his cheek.

Later it hit the stage of coma and stopped working, we were all worried and my dad as usual came to a conclusion that the Ipod had passed away to the heavens (do you really expect such an awesome friend to go to hell?!!).

Years later when I was finally 15 I took my old buddy out and when I just touched it, the Ipod that was once believed to have passed away, came back to life as if nothing had happened. I quickly put it to charge and was so happy that I started talking to it.

But now that happiness has been shattered by someone who stole my life-long companion. So there I was coming back from a boring, tiring day at school and when I got into the auto, put the bag on my lap and checked for the Ipod, I noticed the place in my bag where the Ipod would rest, was torn apart!!! I got tensed up at what my father might say and what my mother might say! I almost cried, when I felt that I had to tell my dad the truth, aware of the "consequences"!

I went home and told all about this, but my dad was understanding and didn't get mad at all. He asked me questions that led us to thinking about a certain guy in my class who is popular for his thefts . The guy kept pushing my bag this evening while we exited the school.

Now there is a chance, of which I am sure that the guy might have felt my Ipod in my bag since it was in the first zip and taken it out...

Now I'm sitting here, writing this and thinking of ways to get the Ipod back... my old friend, my buddy! Well I won't know till I confront the guy (not physically!) about this issue...

So, I have to wait for the weekend to come to an end before I can even begin to think that I would get my Ipod, my buddy, back again resting in my pocket with the Dell noise isolation headphones pouring my favorite songs into my ears.... *sigh* well we have to wait till monday won't we?.... but until then I'll keep my fingers crossed....

"Dream" what it really is...

Well, there I was sitting and talking to my dad about my Ipod that got "stolen"....and we were suddenly talking about dreams and thoughts and the brain....

My dad is an extraordinary guy with theories that really convince you and this was one of 'em. He said, that a person's brain is like a PC...

It has it's RAM which is the right part of the brain, and the left part of the brain is like the HDD of a PC, so now...

He said that whatever you see when you're awake, the brain later while you're asleep takes all the things you have seen like "jpeg's" and processess them into the left "HDD" and when it's doing this it arranges them and when it is doing so, the images CLASH together creating mixed up thoughts, which we may think is a prediction of the future.

You could've seen someone riding a bike, and later in the day you would've seen a red apparel. The brain, when you are asleep processes all these images and they would eventually merge at one point when the brain is organising them. This gives the dream to the person as, maybe... a red day, everything is red and no other color is seen, with a blurred version of the person and the bike being ridden across a blurry version of the location the person had seen the former on.

Well? Does this convince you?