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I know I am a bit late in watching the movie. The internet is probably scattered with reviews about the movie. But I really had to write about it.

I watched the movie, with my family (minus my brother).

Half an hour into the movie, I had planned to pen down my views. From that second, I began analyzing every scene, every move and every word. And I can only say: WOW!

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen beauty in a movie. Beauty in the sense, natural scenery. As the movie continued, I mentally made note of what I wanted to write.

But be warned!

You won’t find a clear review here. I am not going to be neutral. What you’ll find here is a sheerly biased views. You are free to disagree.

About the movie. Yes. I saw Raavanan years ago. I was stunned by the landscapes. Kumki and Prabu Solomon have given the Raavanan crew a heavy run for their money’s worth.

There aren’t many breathtaking clearings in Kumki’s woods in comparison to Raavanan’s. Still, the trees, trees and more dense trees give the viewer such a feeling of longing. Sometimes it even made me wonder if there are any such forests left. Such was the greenery.

There was one remarkable waterfall in the movie. (Jog falls in Karnataka) The real effect was brought in front of the eye because of the angle and height in which it was pictured. Just brilliant. Every where throughout the movie, the cameraman’s eye has been purely extravagant. I’m blown away and am surely not the only one.

When has a Tamil movie survived without music? Seriously, wonderful music. Good and captivating lyrics, nice picturisation and soothing music all over.

Another highly significant factor, in my opinion, is the use of words. We could hear some rarely used Tamil terms which were good to the ear.

Well, that’s about it, I think.

No. Wait, I forgot – Vikram Prabhu.

I thought I heard someone say that this was his first movie. Hard to believe. He appeared to be easily comfortable in his role. His acting was natural, and he made me feel that no one else would have best suited the role. He just perfectly fitted in, like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle.

It was also good to see some decent costumes in Tamil cinema. At long last! The story demanded it, of course, yet, I liked the fact that even the songs were well covered.

From the positive side, this movie is a must have in every collection.

Now, moving on to the undesirable features of the movie. There’s not much I can say, considering that I liked the movie.

First thing that struck me as quite odd was the elephant (hero’s உடன்பிறப்பு). Nothing wrong with the elephant, but I was a bit worried that the hero didn’t speak much to his so-called brother. Unlike a conventional movie, the hero had only a limited number of people and his elephant around him. There were no friends. Naturally, I expected the elephant to be the hero’s best companion.

The lack of intimacy between the elephant and the hero was unusual. I mean, usually, when a hero is madly in love with a girl, he bores his friends. Our hero too did that, but I felt the elephant was left out of the story for some time.

Another thing I wasn’t crazy about, was Thambi Raamaiya’s comedy. Yes, there were some parts where he did well, but the not-too-great comments actually subdued the good parts.

Finally, the graphics at the beginning scenes of the wild elephant. It was a bit too obviously artificial.

Those are the negatives, from my point of view.

Well, after reading all this, if you ask me if this movie conveys a social message, the answer is , yes. It does have a message, though I am not sure if it was intentional.

~Never place others’ lives (especially the ones you love) in peril for your own pleasure. The outcome may be devastating.~ 

Haven’t seen the movie yet? Come back after you do and share your views.

Enough said.

Shelter

She stands sturdy as a wall

rising high above staying tall

Her arms raised to the heavens

her cozy leaves comforting ravens

Looking upward she incessantly prays

while beasts below tear their prey

For their mothers; birds are crying

while the serpents, they are prying

decades many, she had unwaveringly stood

sheltering mankind that did her no good.

 

 

save trees!

Time to bid farewell

School life is nearly at its end. Here and there people are beginning to become emotional. Every day, at least one of my friends confess to me that they cried the previous day. All feelings and emotions are running high.

The most worried and upset are the ones who had been studying in the same school right from the beginning, we, those who came in the middle are just feeling neutral. That’s life, we have to move on to bigger and better things. If we want to stay where we are, then we may lose the mysteries that life has in store for us, but that is a topic for another time.

Even in this melancholic atmosphere, one thing that everyone is interested and excited about is filling up each other’s slam books. It has become sort of a tradition amongst students in their last year. A year ago, rumour had it that our seniors were caught red-handed for writing things about the teachers in their slam books. The teacher found out what her students really thought of  her,which, obviously, wan’t nice and they ended up in trouble.

Keeping this incident in mind, my classmates are careful enough to keep the ‘slam book operation’ a secret. I too had the opportunity to fill up my friend’s slam book. I am absolutely baffled as to where these people get ideas for questions! I started quite well, but soon enough, I was stuck. I didn’t know what to write. I turned the previous pages to see what others have written. (It wasn’t much help, I was on my own)

The question that really stumped me was: “I would like to own ______” It was a simple question but to me it seemed a tough ask. I kept wondering. A car? No, That’s not my style. I kept thinking for quite a long time, and then suddenly, it popped into my head. Why hadn’t I thought of it before? I wrote, “Four dogs”

Yes, that’s what I’d really like to own.

B(r)other

My brother really is… never mind.

To describe my brother in one word, the least I can do is: rare. Yes, he is an original piece of work and has a rare character. That boy (he really isn’t a boy, but ‘man’ sounds too serious), well, I really have no idea how to describe his character. There is only one thing that is constant about him: BEER.

He is an adventurous boy. So adventurous that he would sink his teeth into anything non-vegetarian that is edible, but when one looks at him, he looks like an underfed kid.

Jughead is his blog picture, and the more I wonder why the more I realize that Jughead’s character describes my brother best. Juggy is the exact pictorial representation of my bother (purely intentional). Both of them have fallen head over heals in love with food and both look like pencils wearing jeans.

Generally, when he speaks, he seems to make sense, but many a time he just blabbers. He loves speaking and all he needs to keep him going is a victim who can listen and nod. He doesn’t dominate a conversation though. What he really does is, if the one who is supposed to be talking with him is a little weak in conversation skills, my bro will do the honour of speaking on behalf. Like I already said, he is such a lover of food (he can’t get enough of it) and words, with Kingfisher to taste.

To help myself do a better job of this post, I asked my mother to name a few adjectives that, in her view, describe her son. Well, here’s what she told me: contented, loving, lovable, kind hearted, absent minded, forgetful, and irresponsible at times.

Pondering on these words, I realized all of those were true. I am not too interested about the loving, lovable and kind-hearted brother. It may be true but it’s too boring. Everyone is a good boy at home, which is not what I want to elaborate about. On a more exciting note, he is such an irresponsible idiot (most of the times). We witness a different comedy every week. His greatest problem is remembering when he had booked tickets and when he hadn’t, he can’t keep track of the dates of tickets, and he needs a reminder to remind him to ‘go home’. If he says he’s coming home for a weekend, I wouldn’t believe it until I see him. There is always so much of drama around him.

He studied engineering, but from what I know, he regrets it so much that he still didn’t bother to receive his degree certificate. He is an engineer, but he doesn’t have proof to attest it.

Those who associate with him would probably know how forgetful he can be. He could give Sanjay Ramasamy a run for his money. He’d say he’ll call back in ten minutes, and would forget about it within seconds. He has spent days without recharging his phone because, he would forget.

If there is one other thing that he absolutely loves, besides eating and beer, it’s sleeping. If he’s at home, I don’t even attempt to wake him, because my voice would only fall on deaf ears; I’d rather maintain my dignity.

One thing that I really like about him, (despite the fact that he is my brother) is the fact that he is frank. If he doesn’t like something, he just says it. I don’t think that he believes in the not-hurting-another’s-feelings theory. Of course, he wouldn’t hurt anyone on purpose, but he wouldn’t falsely appreciate something he doesn’t like just so as to not hurt others, and as he says, he doesn’t “openly criticize anyone or anything”.

He is one who lives everyday on a moment basis, at his own risk and expense, oh, and in case I’ve forgotten, he is also my brother.

Daily musings

I felt lonely today. School, as usual, was a total disorder. My classmates asked me why I looked sad. I didn’t look sad, I was only quiet. How easily people misunderstand you for being sad if you’re silent. The reason for my quietness? My friends were absent, simple, but the reason all the same.

Generally, I don’t miss anyone in school. If one is absent, there is always another, that’s my attitude. I’ve never had friends who would hang out only with me and I didn’t care about it too. I enjoyed being able to talk to everyone. I never was a part of a gang, but that wasn’t a bother.

Today though, I, for the first time in school, missed my friends. They are not great or brilliant, but they are most irritating people I can call friends.

I often wonder why and how we became friends, but that is a question I haven’t been able to answer. It just happened. They sit with me, they annoy me, they don’t let me do my work and I got used to it. Thanks to our class teacher for the seating arrangements.

Why, after so many years of schooling, was I suddenly bored without them? Was I missing the daily canteen sessions I have with them? I think not. I felt their absence and it was something new, something that made me yearn for their return. I might sound stupid, but stupidity is the essence of relationships.

It’s a pity that I should feel lonely, when school life is almost at its close. We have just begun to imagine life after schooling; people beyond the building we are accustomed to. If there is one good thing about life at school, it’s the friendships and the cherishable memories it imparts.

Strange it took me so long to realize it.