*From & To Sathish* - Thread 4 - Page 17

Bharat Ane Nenu Review

With the size of our flat screen televisions ranging from 32 to 100 inches and that too with HD clarity and the standards of tv broadcasts having reached awesome levels with HD set top boxes,you don't have to wonder to much about why films are doing badly.

And add to the earlier observations,many hindi,tamil,malayalam and telugu films are broadcast just a few weeks after their genesis on the big screens and the majority of the film going populations prefer to wait and watch the films when they are premiered on television.Then,you have the pay per view stuff and that makes the watching time lesser and with these comforts and the luxury of sitting at home in boxers and in your favourite tee faded,with holes wrapping you in its much abused soft cotton,why then would a sane man step out in this blazing summer heat and spend nearly 700 to 800 rupees for a film and that calculation is meant for two members.

Okay,online booking comes to about 300 and a bit more,cold coffees and one medium pop corn 250,parking about 25,petrol charges about 150 and well people that comes to about 725 and change.Add another 300 for two children and that touches 1000 rupees.

W*F,when you have broadband speeds at 100 mbs and at 1000 Rs or so for a month and with 300 to 500 gb of downloadable data,then most people would prefer to download and watch the films at home and even if the quality of the download sucks.

Honestly,most of the films that release and i mean in any languages suck so badly and are so boring that i think most people prefer to watch the crap in bad quality.

Oh shit,i started to write a film review and i have become a critic of all things that are entertainment and of society that is today.

There are only a very few exceptions for whose sake i would haul my fat and saggy bum out of the house and drive up to the mall to watch him,her or them.

Those exceptions are Aamir khan,Amitabh,vijay,hrithik and well Mahesh babu along with good sci-films.

After Srimanthudu,i got a bit tired of Mahesh babu and hence refrained from going and seeing Spyder and Brahmotsavam and now Bharat ana nenu released and people were raving about it and so i gauged the film and knew that it would be in the least decent and time and money well spent.

Okay now folks,we all watch films either for the sake of the hero or for the sake of the story and the hero always wins hands down and makes even a bad film watchable and bearable.

That is the charm,charisma,screen presence of the hero and also the connection we have made with him over the years as we watch him walk,talk,fight,cry and romance and also sometimes try to shake a leg that resembles the actions of some dogs who move their legs uncontrollably when tickled.We will let that go.


Mahesh babu's Bharat ane nenu is worth the money,time and travel and thankfully is well directed with a neat script and with neat performances by the others that are around Mahesh babu.

His dad is the chief minister of Andhra pradesh and that is sharat kumar,who dies of a stroke and mahesh flies down from london and is made a chief minister by prakash raj who thinks he will be a puppet and will dance to his tunes.

Okay,we get the story the moment prakash raj makes mahesh babu the CM and we know what will happen for even the birds and bees know that mahesh babu is not a puppet and that prakash raj is always the villain.

Right,that's it and that is the story and the film is about the hero trying to do a decent job and the villains trying to stop him.

Appo,enna kathai.

45 tv serial,9 films,nearly 500 or more ads and two decades in the limelight and Satish ana nenu am still a fan of films and huge fan of Mahesh babu and the moment his name came up on screen i whistled and cheered.

That is the power of film and tv media and the stars who portray the characters in them.

Being an actor does not and has not diluted any of my emotions,excitement that builds up when i have booked tickets for a film and until i am settled in the softness of the seat and the movie starts,i feel my tummy churn in nervousness and anxiety thinking that i might miss the film or the first scene.

The film was good and great entertainment and well worth the trouble and guess what,my pondatti gave the thumbs up sign and she never does that unless it is good and unless the film has her two fav Mallu heroes,lalettan and mammuka.

Usually,if the film sucks,she will be mumbling ' Patti,poda patti' and i had no clue as to the meanings and only later realised that they were not endearments but curses although i wonder who she was cursing.

wait,not me surely and maybe the bad film and the cast.God,what it is me she is cursing and hold on for i have heard her say those same words many a time when i am nearby and at home.

But,for this film she gave a thumbs up and also clapped here and there and that was a good sign.No reduction in my food quota and no patti mallu curses.


I would like to finish this review my praying for a leader like the character Bharat and i felt a kick up my backside and i turned to see God himself cursing ' patti,poda patti.stop day dreaming for a leader like that hero for it is beyond even my power.'

I sadly looked at god ' my god,even you cannot bless us with a great leader.Then...?'

God looked at me sadly and then angrily cursed ' poda patti' and vanished.

Redemption 257


"The Holy Fool is always considered a dummy by the smart, hip people who really know the score. There's a mysterious blight on the land, nothing will grow and no one knows how to break the spell. The Holy Fool sets out to find the cause, right the wrong, save the people. He's told he can't do it, that he's too dumb, too weak, too something, hearing from all quarters, "That's not how we do things here," and "You just don't understand." But he goes ahead anyway. ? Ann Medlock


Emotional intelligence (EI) is broadly defined as the ability to identify, assess, and control the emotions of oneself, of others, and of groups.

The defining feature of autism spectrum disorders (ASD) is impairment in interpersonal relating and communication. This includes difficulty communicating with others, processing and integrating information from the environment, establishing and maintaining reciprocal social relationships, taking another person's perspective, inferring the interests of others, and transitioning to new learning environments.


The large screen room was plunged in silence and the darkness mingled with it and together they joined to form an eerie and creepy atmosphere and everyone including the president kept repeatedly looking at both the pictures,one an ancient painting and another taken just a few minutes ago.

At one time or another all great leaders experience something so big and so impactful ,it literally changes the landscape - it's what is called a "Game Changer. A game changer is that ah-ha moment where you see something others don't. It's the transformational magic that takes organizations from ordinary to exceptional.

The president of the united states of America stood up and walked towards the large screen and stood staring at it and then folded his hands and contemplated for a few minutes and all the while Malcolm chambers stood watching him and the others,calm and totally unaffected.

The president glanced at Malcolm ' Mr.chambers,you are lucky and i mean in a good way that you remain so calm while the news that you delivered has shaken us to our bones and frankly speaking,i have no comeback for your declaration.'

Looking at everybody with a certain charm ' i Donald trump who has a quick reply and insult for every word and twitter post am frankly dumbstruck and am at a total loss for words and also clearly out of my depth here with all you people.I am kind of qualified in business and management but you have me,my young man in a total bind and loss for these topics are way beyond my skills and honestly the only aliens i know of are from Steven Spielberg's films.So,take your time and treat me like a dumb kid and walk me through these discoveries of yours.'

Everyone assembled there were taken aback by the sheer display of humility by the president who they knew from their experiences with him as a totally arrogant and insensitive person and tolerated his tantrums for he was their boss and also commander-in-chief.

Malcolm chambers nodded and then plugged in a flash drive to the lap top from which the video was being broadcasted on to the screen and then step by step explained how he had stumbled on this strange sound being broadcasted in a very unused and unknown frequency.

' Mr.President,gentlemen i am going to start with this video called skyquakes and please listen to it before i go to the next video.'


https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=46&v=0KgKkJXLsOo


All of them watched the video carefully and it was a you tube file and it consisted of recordings done at various places in Europe and in it all of them heard some creepy and strange noises.'

The video ran for about five minutes and then Malcolm turned and addressed them ' That noise was heard all over western and north Europe and people have been hearing it for many hundreds of years and to date nobody,not even scientists have an explanation for the noise or even a reasonable deduction as to what could be causing it.Skyquakes, or unexplained sonic booms, have been heard around the world for the last 200 years or so, usually near bodies of water. These head scratchers have been reported on the Ganges in India, the East Coast and inland Finger Lakes of the U.S., near the North Sea, as well as in Australia, Japan, and Italy. The sound which has been described as mimicking massive thunder or cannon fire has been chalked up to everything from meteors entering the atmosphere to gas escaping from vents in the Earth's surface (or the gas exploding after being trapped underwater as a result of biological decay) to earthquakes, military aircraft, underwater caves collapsing, and even a possible byproduct of solar and/or earth magnetic activity. '


Then Malcolm played another file and before starting it,he looked at the president ' sir,this file,this strange sound is called " Upsweep" an unidentified sound that's existed at least since the Pacific Marine Environmental Laboratory began recording with the help of SOSUS from 1991. The sound "consists of a long train of narrow-band upsweeping sounds of several seconds duration each. The source location is difficult to identify, but it's in the Pacific, around the halfway point between Australia and South America.'

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4LEJOsqLY5Q

The "Upsweep" Sound

The president of the United states sheepishly lifted his hand and Malcolm looked at him ' sir' and the president ' I am sorry,but what does SOSUS mean Malcolm?'

Malcolm looking but not looking and in a typical behavior of an autistic person ' sir SOSUS is an acronym for sound surveillance system and is a chain of underwater listening posts located around the world in places such as the Atlantic Ocean near Greenland, Iceland and the United Kingdom the GIUK gap and at various locations in the Pacific Ocean. The United States Navy's initial intent for the system was for tracking Soviet submarines, which had to pass through the gap to attack targets further west. It was later supplemented by mobile assets such as the Surveillance Towed Array Sensor System (SURTASS), and became part of the Integrated Undersea Surveillance System (IUSS).'


The NSA director looked at Malcolm ' astonishing information Malcolm but we all kind of know that these strange audio signals exist but what does that have to do with this matter on hand and the destruction of those missile launchers in the Hindu Kush mountains.'


Malcolm tried to smile and it was only a semblance of a normal and usual smile of the average human being ' yes sir,but before i begin to explain,let me take you all back to the action and destruction of that surface to air missile launcher and then we will talk more.'

He quickly and expertly typed in some commands and all of them saw the Himalayas in all its glory and in great detail.

Looking at the president ' sir,this view is from the ISS,International space station that happens to be passing by over the very spot that is under our radar and see for yourself what is there.'

He typed in a few keys and the camera on the space station began to zoom quickly and soon the place where they had detected an explosion came into view and many of then nearly collapsed in shock and amazement.

For nothing remained in that place where a missile launcher had just been destroyed and nearly a dozen men had been killed and all that remained on the ground was a perfect circle of scorched black earth,surrounded by green vegetation.

Malcolm typed in a few more keys and the camera on the space station zoomed back and they saw the picture in a 75 km radius and nothing was there and then Malcolm zoomed back even more and the picture showed a 100 km radius image and still nothing was there.No men,no machines and more importantly no movement of any kind.'


Malcolm looked at his watch and then at all of them 'The current world land speed record stands at 763.035 mph, as set in October 1997 by British Royal Air Force pilot Andy Green driving the jet-powered Thrust SSC and even if that same vehicle happened to be there,it would have taken nearly 8 minutes to travel the 150 kms range which we are viewing right now.I don't see any such vehicle and it would be impossible for such a vehicle to run at such speeds over forests and mountains.So...'


The president sighed tiredly ' sooo,so what malcolm,please do finish it.'


Malcolm smiled ' like i said earlier Mr,President.We are not alone.'


Don't you think science and fiction is beautiful and incredible.Come away with me as i spin a web that spiral darker,deeper and in the center of it all stand Rudran and Bhairav who are the wall that stand between peace and global annihilation.

Jannal oram -163


"In the silence of the heart God speaks. If you face God in prayer and silence, God will speak to you. Then you will know that you are nothing. It is only when you realize your nothingness, your emptiness, that God can fill you with Himself. Souls of prayer are souls of great silence. Mother Teresa

Raman had realised the power of prayer and talking to god very early in his life and it had been his main pillar of strength from the time he had been bullied in his fifth std and all through his life.

For Raman,prayer was not a ritual in which his lips mumbled mantras and shloka's that praised god but rather a process of cleansing and also kind of psychological session in which he used God as an active participant with whom he traded his thoughts,beliefs and doubts.

When he was in his 9TH std,both his mum and dad cornered him and questioned him as to this daily ritual of his wherein he whispered prayers and other stuff to his invisible god and Raman looked at them and shot back ' sorry people,but that is between me and my god and not for your ears.'

Shaktivel and valliammai hid their expressions with great difficulty and controlling their laughter and composing their faces with a hint of seriousness had pressed on.

Valli looked at her only son ' Ram,we understand that it is between you and your god but we just thought we could make better sense as to how you are going about it.'

Shaktivel was pretty embarrassed about this whole line of questioning and intrusion into their son's privacy but valli had instigated him into joining her and finding out more about their son and the unique way in which he handled all things that made them human.

She had whispered Conspiratorially ' shakti,i just want to know everything about my child and that means how he views this world and the lives in it.These kind of dialogues will help him grow up to be a better person and one with a great future.'

Shaktivel now looked at his son nervously for he remembered they both had never won an argument with their son and he knew in his heart that they would be put in their place once again.But the glare and unblinking stare of his wife scared him more than his young son and he dived in ' Iyaa ram,what you mother means,i mean what we want to know is that you don't appear very religious and remain very distracted and disinterested when we take you to the temple but everyday morning,you pray,rather talk with god and that is kind of confusing to us.'

That Ram would one day become a great advocate and an advocate for justice was only a glimmer but that glimmer,glimpse was what would one day rise and shine in the courtrooms where raman spoke law and quoted from precedents and past cases.


The young Raman looked at both of them ' dad,mum,you were absolutely right when you said that my way of praying is between me and my god and you have no say in it.But,since i am a minor and also happen to be your son and lastly but very importantly since i love you very much and also care a lot about your opinions,i will answer briefly your question and i hope it puts an end to your worries and doubts.'

Looking at them very seriously ' I pray from my soul and i feel a sense of peace and belonging that comes with that and it gives me great energy and motivation for the day and also to approach difficult problems and sticky situations that crop up in daily life.'

He delivered that and more in his flawless convent english,tinged a bit with an accent and diction that would have been thought not possible for students from trichy and other southern cities,south of chennai.


Raman came awake and it was on the dot and at 5.00 Am and taking deep breaths he slowly got up and stretched and then falling to his knees closed his eyes and disappeared into his prayer that also doubled up as his meditation.

Raman opened his soul and whispered ' God,we both have been chatting for many a year now and we both know pretty well that i don't trouble you with very,many wishes.Yes,i do ask constantly that you look after my parents and yes,off late i have been praying a lot for Jeeva and her family and i am going to do that as usual.Father,i am now faced with pretty serious and deadly problems and foes and for the first time in my life am kind of worried and nervous as to how to proceed with this scenario.

Now,more than ever i ask you to fill my mind with clarity of thought and justice and fill my body with strength and pray to you for guidance.'


Shaktivel and Valli stood watching their son ' as then so now and no change shakti' and a proud father beamed with tears in his eyes ' i guess god does exist for how else can a miracle such as this soul be bestowed upon us.'

Valliammai wiped his tears gently and then whispered softly ' shakti,do you realise how many stumbling blocks there were before raman came out of my womb.A couple of times, the bleeding was so heavy that i nearly died thinking i had miscarried and wanted to end my life but somehow he pulled through and here he is and i cannot believe it is that same baby who came out tiny,under weight and spent a few days in the incubator.'

Shaktivel kissed valli's head ' i think his god was with him in your womb and probably was testing him for and preparing him for some great and higher purpose.I think the same god breathed into raman and that is why he is so special and that is why he is what he is.'


Quietly,they slipped away leaving their son to his prayers and god and the day began as any other day.



Kaakka Kaakka Kanagavel Kaakka
Noka Noka Nodiyil Noka
Thaakka Thaakka Thadaiyara Thaakka
Paarka Paarka Paavam Podipada
Billi Sooniyam Perumpagai Agala


Vaazhga Vaazhga Mayilon Vaazhga
Vaazhga Vaazhga Vadivel Vaazhga
Vaazhga Vaazhga Malaiguru Vaazhga

The cancer in our stars

Circa...2002 and me and friend Elavarasan found ourselves watching the film Dhool in Udhayam theater,Ashoknagar and Vivek thinks reema sen has cancer and Mayilswamy too convinces him the same.

Vivek looks at mayilsamy ' cancer ennu oru vyathi irukkunu,Athai yaaralum gunapadutha mudiyaathu ennu,naa cinemava paarthu thaan therinchu kitten.'

The theater was rocking with their combination scenes and i too did smile but could not for long as the word cancer is a rather dreaded one and has been periodically making an appearance in my family.

More than seeing the person die,it is seeing the person suffer and die and all the while looking at you with helpless eyes,scared witless but too numb with fear to say anything and you see that lost look and realise with a sense of growing impotence that there is nothing you can do about it.

Well,when you have been judged by the cancer god and the human doctor has whispered the judgement with words such as ' Final stage.No point in chemo or radiation.Take him home and administer palliative care and keep the patient comfortable in their final moments.'

The funny thing about death,the process of death is that i think we only feel a bit of what the dying soul is actually feeling and when you think of that difference in the feelings,i don't know about you but i get really scared.

For,more than being scared of cancer and death,it is seeing someone you love dying.God,in all his intelligence has deemed that ' I will make you suffer by making you witness your loved ones suffer.'

How many times have we all stood in temples,in eerie corridors of ICU's and whispered prayers for a loved one.

If there is one film that captures cancer,love,death and heartbreak in full,nearly,then that movie is " The fault in our stars."

Boy and girl both terminally ill and yet they meet and fall in love and well...grab your napkins.

For me more than anything the film gave me hope and a bit of strength that no matter how bad the pain,that too shall pass like happiness,like love and so very like life.

The amateur writer that i am,i was fascinated by many of the lines from the film and i take the liberty of sharing the scenes and words from that film here.

Now more than ever i realise the value of time and the people who take up my time in life and in my memories.
Now more than ever,i think,wish and pray for my loved ones for i regret to say that this too shall pass and pass on quickly.

It seems only yesterday that i was out of school and now i am a middle aged sentimental fool but i declare that i am a bit wiser fool than before.Like wine getting better i too am maturing into a better human being.

Life and love are privileges,blessings and the moment you realise it,understand it and imbibe it,better for you and for the others that are in the orbit of your eternal circle.

Love is all good but i think life and its good and bad is what makes one a true poet and story teller.

If it does interest you,let me confide that i have thousands of stories,thoughts and poems in my soul and you can take it to the bank that if you do linger in my orbit,you will have a front row seat in all of them as i travel through my journey.

Honestly,i have no ego or pride in my words and thoughts and i just want to make this life better and leave life behind a bit better for others who took time to come into my world.

It really does not matter what people think of me now and when i am gone but it is important that they felt something,a memory,a tingle as my creations hit home with familiarity.

I wish you all a beautiful and loving Sunday.Lots of love and wishes from Satish.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ut0n6FRRpDM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sFaM6jBwr24

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GDaQQp1Dm_g


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Redemption 258


Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men. Our hope for creative living lies in our ability to reestablish the spiritual needs of our lives in personal character and social justice. Without this spiritual and moral reawakening we shall destroy ourselves in the misuse of our own instruments. Martin Luther King, Jr.


The soft beep of the telephone broke the silence again and it was lifted and answered and the president was notified that he was due in the Oval office to meet the Prime minister of England in an hour.

The president of the United states stood up and then looked at all of them and they knew that he had come to some sort of decision and this scared them for he was not known to make great decisions even in ordinary situations and now faced with this rather explosive knowledge of Alien activity,all of them stood wondering what he was going to say or do.

The president looked at Malcolm ' Son,what do we do now?' and Malcolm replied ' nothing sir for honestly there is nothing we can do.'

' But,there must be a way,some way of protecting ourselves from any sudden attacks from these so called aliens or whoever or whatever they are.'

Malcolm chambers shook his head ' sir,we have no knowledge about them or if they have attacked us in the past and their appearance right now was only to destroy that missile launcher.So,it would be wise to just monitor them when possible,gather more information and then prepare slowly for any eventualities.'

The president nodded ' that was my thoughts too exactly.Right malcolm,how do we go about learning more about these people?'

The phone beeped again and the president was told that the entourage of the British prime minister were on time and would be at the White house soon.'

The president looked at Malcolm ' young man,could you hold that thought for just a moment' and then turning to the person who had just notified him about his appointments ' The call was obviously made by the chief-of-staff and tell him that he will be without a job if he calls again and disturbs us.And tell him that the president has more important matter than posing for photographs with the British prime minister Theresa may.'

Calming himself,he turned back to Malcolm chambers ' sorry malcolm,those calls were really getting on my nerves.Now,where were we?'

Malcolm chambers a bit nervous and slightly anxious after witnessing the outburst of the president,stuttered and mumbled ' I think the best way forward is to form a separate team that reports directly to you and which has unlimited and uninhibited access to all data collected by our nation and that of our allies.This knowledge should be kept at least for the time being inside the team and for your eyes and ears only mr.president.'

The president clapped his hands in enthusiasm ' Great idea malcolm.Now tell me,how would you like to head this team by yourself.'

If all of them thought that malcom would back down timidly and refuse such a great responsibility,then they were mistaken for Malcolm bent his head in acceptance ' I would be honored and delighted mr.president.Buut.'

The president graciously waited for Malcolm to finish and malcolm continued ' sir,i will take up on your offer but on a few conditions.One,people should trust,believe and follow my requests and orders without fail and not wonder if am Autistic.Secondly,i must be given the freedom to choose who i want in this team.Thirdly,i must be given unlimited access to you and to all our satellite resources.If this is agreeable,then you have me at your command sir.'

The president of the united state Mr.Donald trump ' Done.I will sign a memorandum to this effect by the end of the day.All the best malcolm and i know you will do me and this great country of ours proud.'


"Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron. Dwight D. Eisenhower

BOOKS

A book is a series of pages assembled for easy portability and reading, as well as the composition contained in it. The book's most common modern form is that of a codex volume consisting of rectangular paper pages bound on one side, with a heavier cover and spine, so that it can fan open for reading. Books have taken other forms, such as scrolls, leaves on a string, or strips tied together; and the pages have been of parchment, vellum, papyrus, bamboo slips, palm leaves, silk, wood, and other materials.

The word book comes from Old English "bc", which in turn comes from the Germanic root "*bk-", cognate to "beech". Similarly, in Slavic languages (for example, Russian, Bulgarian, Macedonian) "" (bukva"letter") is cognate with "beech". In Russian and in Serbian and Macedonian, the word "" (bukvar') or "" (bukvar) refers specifically to a primary school textbook that helps young children master the techniques of reading and writing. It is thus conjectured that the earliest Indo-European writings may have been carved on beech wood. Similarly, the Latin word codex, meaning a book in the modern sense (bound and with separate leaves), originally meant "block of wood".( Thank you wikipedia.org)


"I often carry things to read so that I will not have to look at people. Charles Bukowski

Satish was born in Bangalore but i think i was really born in chennai for it was here during my early months i learnt to read,write and speak English and Tamil and " God help us for i have not stopped talking since then."

I honestly cannot remember much about books and papers back in Bangalore in those first four and a half years but remember mostly everything from my first comic to my early books.The very first english test i took in my first standard and after just a week of teaching my by elder cousin " Aruna" i scored 9 out of 10 and i ran home heart pumping full of joy and excitement.

But then i discovered the world of books and the stories they held between their fingers,pages and i fell into their arms,head over heels in love and with great passion.

To cite and example,i will have to take you back to my fifth std when i used to climb up this mango tree with my books and sit among the branches reading,in peace and far away from terra firma where wandered a few members of my tribe who went looking for skulls to crack and backs to slap and bruise when they felt the need and itch to lash out.

Terrace, motta madi was another one of my favourite retreats but for the inconvinience of shifting with the sun and the shadows of the small roof that cast shade for me to bask and disappear,into the land of books and their stories.

No story was spared and i opened my soul and mind to all styles and genres from my sister's collection of Barbara Cartland,Mills & Boon,Enid blyton series,War comics,Cowboy comics,Amar chitra katha,chandamama etc.

But,somewhere during my 6th std,a door opened up and armed with new insights about life,romance,sex and stuff i now graduated to Nick carter and his sordid scenes as he goes around imitating the original and the one and only James bond.James hadley chase set the tempo and graduation to the next level and i dived into the world of Harold robbins,Irving wallace,Wilbur smith,Alistair maclean,Robert ludlum etc.

But in parallel,i also ran with Pesum padam,Rani,Anantha vigadan,kungumam and lot of mayajaal kathais.

I started with books and used them as a means to escape from the world that i lived in and all that was me.

But,i made a u-turn sometime during my late 20's and halting at the halfway point looked back to where i started and realised that i had committed a heinous sin on the world and the existence of books for they deserved much more respect than just being used to hide and cower in fear.

Books and as a matter of fact,all creations that come from the soul and erupt out as words,art,music are in my humble opinion,stuff that have been graced by the very creator himself.

Unlike our petty and temporary lives,thoughts,books,music and all creations from the soul last long,really long and so it should be for they deserve that longevity and immortality.

In physics, the law of conservation of energy states that the total energy of an isolated system remains constant, it is said to be conserved over time. This law means that energy can neither be created nor destroyed; rather, it can only be transformed from one form to another.

I take this moment to confess that i no zero,nada,zilch about these fundas and in such times of doubt,i usually call my best pal Gita dattari (encyclopedia),who patiently gives me her time and explains the laws and leaves me squint eyed and as always in awe.

But,the day dreamer i am,i try to sit and twist and come up with a new ring,zing and explanation to it and that is the body and its shelf life is momentary but the thoughts,creation and their life are eternal.

I take this moment to recall a quote that has made a significant change in my way of thinking and dealing with the world and it is from ancient times and by the great Aristotle (383-322 BC) himself.

What it lies in our power to do, it lies in our power not to do.

Nearly two and half millennia ago,these words were spoken and have lost none of their power and potency and they have helped me to become a better person.

From that quote,i deduced that,even when people hurt you sometimes and you know that you can come back,retaliate with even greater power,it is simply better to let it go and let it fade over time.
Words,actions,revenge,retaliation are all in our powers and as bullets in our guns but books and words of great souls have made me holster my guns and instead i now arm myself with a smile in my lips and stars in my eyes as they twinkle with the light of revelations.Even if you cannot make a change in life and in other,do your best not to destroy it for the real change comes not outside you but inside you and that is where the real world is.

Jannal oram -164


"Inner peace begins the moment you choose not to allow another person or event to control your emotions. Pema Chodron


Raman sat along with his father Shaktivel at the table for four and was slowly demolishing the dosas along with the tomato chutney and his mother valliammai asked him if he wanted to have another one and he looked at his empty plate and then at his mum ' amma,i usually just have two but i think i will make an exception for today for the dosas and chutney are so delicious.'

Valli beamed with her son's praises and quickly came and placed the third dosa on his plate and shaktivel peeped over the newspaper ' iyaa,the dough came from jeeva's place and the chutney was made here but the recipe and instructions,well that too came from jeeva's house.'

Valliammai came with the fourth dosa and gently placed it in her son's plate and angrily grabbed the paper away from her husband ' Mr.shaktivel,i heard that sir and let me tell you something important and that is the dough and recipe for the chutney came from kamakshi's house but it is being made in valliammai's house.Please remember that while you go into the kitchen and make your own dosas.'

Shaktivel hurriedly and nervously ' madam,i was just pointing to the rather obvious facts and i was just stating the truth.Why are you getting upset for that?'

Valli scoffed ' sir,it is easy to talk but try cooking for 28 years straight for an ungrateful husband and then come back and tell me what your thoughts are?'

Shaktivel looked at Raman who looked back and whispered ' appa,i am sorry for this is between you both and please take my advice and settle it right now and don't let it drag on.'

Shaktivel nodded angrily and slammed his hands on the table and both mother and son looked on anxiously at him and then he stood up staring daggers at his wife and then before she could react,hurriedly fell to his knees and tried touching her feet ' Please madam valli,forgive this idiot and please don't starve me,not in this old age.'

Raman choked on the dosa with laughter and half of it came spraying out and with tears of laughter pouring out he pointed at both his parents ' God,you people.I swear you both are really a riot.I can write scenes for a five year mega serial and unlike them my story about you both will not drag or test the audience's patience.'

Valliammai looked at her husband and then gently kissed him on his cheeks ' podhum,intha shivaji performance podhum.Get up and sit in your chair for i want to spend some time with my son before he leaves for work.'

Father and mother sat watching their only child and their most favourite person in the world with total love and attention and Raman looked at both of them ' iyyo,ithu enna pasa malar padama.'

Valli slowly got up and taking a napkin lovingly wiped the bit of dosa that was sticking to his chin and kissed the top of his head ' ram iyaa,one half of my purpose is my husband and the other half is you, my son.As a woman,i feel complete now having both of you with me in my life.'

Raman looked up at her and then his dad ' well my loving parents,that is exactly who i am.Two parts,one you and one my dad.And now i am two in one as raman.'

He gently laid his head on her chest and she held him close to her chest and her thoughts ran back to the time when he was a tiny baby and he lay helpless in her lap with his lips suckling her milk and shakti had his head near her lap and she had thought that she was a mother and guardian to two babies.

Shaktivel looked at raman ' so what's the agenda for today raman?' and his son replied ' a complicated divorce and custody battle.But i have it under control and i think it will be settled out of court very soon.'

Both stood near the gate and waved to their son as he slowly drove off towards the main road and the day had well and truly begun for all lives that made their homes under the glaring eye of the sun.

Shaktivel looked at valli ' when you read the Valmiki Ramayanam and Kambaramayanam,you get a sense of the pain and loss King Dasharatha felt when his son Lord Rama is banished to the forest.But,watching my raman leave everyday to work makes me feel and live out that pain day in and day out.My heart calms down only when i see him back safely in the house.'

Valliammai looked up at her husband ' yes,that is what i feel and experience too my love.But,one thing calms me down and that is the belief that our son can take care of himself and those who depend on his strength and devotion in any given situation.'


"You cannot count on the physical proximity of someone you love, all the time. A seed that sprouts at the foot of its parent tree remains stunted until it is transplanted. Rama will be in my care, and he will be quite well. But ultimately, he will leave me too. Every human being, when the time comes, has to depart to seek his fulfillment in his own way. Vlmki, Ramayana

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Every year, millions of UK citizens fly in and out of London's popular airports like Gatwick and Heathrow. However, unbeknownst to most, London also plays host to 14 private jet airports where the wealthy elite charter private jets and fly all around the world in high-class style and comfort.

London Biggin Hill Airport was the closest to London at 16 miles and thus it was chosen as the place to land although the landing fees and refueling were ten times compared to even a business class seat in the leading airlines of the world.


The minute,the jet crossed Calais,Rudran made a discreet call and it was answered in London ' mr.Rudran,we were told to expect your call and also to help your stay in london to be as easy and comfortable as possible.What is our current position and where would you be landing sir?'

Rudran ' Thank you.We just left Calais,france and are flying over the Chanel and will be landing at Biggin hill airport.'

' Okay mr.rudran.I will send two members of my dept to handle the visa and other Immigration details and they will be waiting for you in the aiport.Will that be all sir?'

Rudran's voice echoed his gratitude ' Thank you very much and yes,that will be all.'

The man dripping courtesy ' sir,should i have a limousine waiting for you and for the other members of your group?'

' No,thank you.The hotel has been informed and they have already sent out a limousine to the airport.'

The english man replied ' ' jolly good sir.In that case i will see to it that the limousine drives up to the hangar where your jet is parked.Please sir,it will be very helpful if all the documents are kept ready and in order.'




The private jet owned by Kandaswamy mudaliyar landed smoothly in the afternoon at London Biggin Hill Airport and slowly was guided into a hangar and from their windows,Rudran and everybody else saw a stretch limousine drive up and park close to the hangar.

The pilot came out of the cockpit and enquired how all of them was doing and then asked them to stay put for a few minutes while he went into the office of the airport and sort out the payment and other details.

He looked at Rudran and Renuka and flashed a credit card and a debit card and then flashed a smile ' The boss has covered all bases and none of you have to spend a dime while in my care.And once you are out of the plane,i am sure that others will take care of you and do better than this.'

He left them and quickly walked towards the administration office and rudran looked at renuka who brushed her lips against his and whispered ' Anything for my king and husband.'

Malar,queen of Suryavamsam humbly looked at both of them ' My lord,i have been meaning to speak my heart and i take this moment to express it.Lord,it is our privilege to be by your side and watch over you both and the new prince and me and my children thank you for the honor you have bestowed on us by allowing us to travel with you both.'

Renuka leaned forward and took Malar's hands ' my queen,it is we who salute you for the love and respect that you shower on us.Thank you.'

Rudran looked at Malar,Arul and Jothi ' I am but a normal person and feel exactly as you all feel and yet here we all are bonded as one and brought together in some ancient ritual that is still beyond me and my knowledge.But from the little i know of you and have seen of you,i know my ancestors must have been proud of you and also must have owed a lot to your clan.So,i too thank you from the bottom of my heart.'

Malar's daughter princess Jothi looked with total rapture at Rudran ' My lord,can i ask you a favor?'

Rudran unconsciously leaned towards jothi and touched her arm in an act of friendship and but for him,the rest saw the way she reacted to rudran and Malar with an expression of ( Omg,child what the heck are you doing?) glanced apologetically at Renuka who with a hint of smile shook her head reassuring malar that she was okay and that she understood the situation.

Rudran looking at jothi ' what is the favor young lady? and let me tell you that i grant it even before you ask it of me.'

Jothi looked at the rest of the group and all of them,more importantly her brother and mother felt their tummies suddenly churn in nervousness for they knew how impulsive jothi could be sometimes with her thoughts and actions and then jothi shyly looked at rudran ' My lord,when we return back home to india,would you and our queen grave our lands in madurai and meet our people for it would mean a lot to all of them.'

Rudran nodded ' sure and i will go one better and that is our son Nikhil will be born among the ancient forests outside madurai and in the presence of all of you and the spirits of my ancestors.'

The next moment malar,arul and jothi fell to their knees and bent their heads in respect to rudran and renuka and refused to get up and it took rudran a few moments to seat them back.

Renuka suddenly asked Queen Malar ' why is your clan named Suryavamsam and when did you turn protectors of Rudran's ancestors?'

Just as she began to explain to renu,the pilot entered the plane accompanied by two govt officials from the Immigration dept who sitting down in the luxury of their jet quickly went through their duties of checking their credentials and stamped their passports and their visas were handed over and then wishing them a good day left and the whole process had taken but just fifteen minutes from the time their plane had touched down on the runway.

The captain came in from the cockpit holding a satphone and handed it over to renuka ' Ma'am,the boss is on the line ' and renuka thanked him and taking it answered brightly ' Hi appa,we just landed in london.'

Kandaswamy mudaliyar from chennai ' Is everything okay and taken care of renuma and please convey my wishes and respects to rudran.'

Renuka looked at rudran and gave him the phone ' sir,rudran here sir.Thank you so much for all that you have done and are still doing.I am speechless and have no words for the love and care that you are showering on all of us.'

Kandaswamy mudaliyar's voice went soft and sweet in its emotion ' rudran,this is not only for you but for my child and grand child.And more importantly,this is not for them alone but for a hero that most look up to and is loved and respected from the prime minister down to sepoy in the army.

I worried a lot about renuka and how she was going to recover from that trauma that she and her students suffered at the hands of those rapists and here we are with you in our family and it is you that has wiped away all our tears and fears and so you deserve all that love and respect you are given my son.'

Even with five of them seated comfortably,there was space for another five in the cavernous luxury of the limousine that had been sent by the Ritz,Mayfair,london hotel and only renuka seemed to be excited for it was the first time in london and also the first time that she had ever left her India and she kept looking at all the sights that slowly drifted past them and her eyes opened wide and she screamed ' OMG,That is the Big Ben also called the Great bell and i have seen it so many times in so many films and yet none have done justice.'

Suddenly a draft of cold london air wafted into the limousine and rudran tapped renu and pointed to the top where the roof had slid open displaying the land of the english and renuka screaming like a child in excitement leapt to her feet and popped out of the vehicle and began to click pics of london with her IPHONE.

While she stood excitedly seeing london,Rudran looked at Malar,Arul and Jothi and requested them to watch over renuka.

' She is my everything.She is my life and it is because of her that i exist.So,please watch over and our son Nikhil.'

Arul calmly gazed on rudran with great respect ' My lord,when will you be leaving london and flying to New york.'

Rudran ' The plans have changed and i will tell you more once we reach the hotel and have more privacy for our thoughts.'

A sudden bolt of energy flowed through the limousine and Rudran glanced at the womb and instantly knew that his son Nikhil was telling him something and also to someone.

Deep inside his brain,Bhairav whispered a warning ' Rudy,they have begun to watch you and have been following us from the airport.Alert rudy.Stay alert until you figure out this new shadow that is after you.'

And just like that,the air became calm again and all three looked at Rudran who quickly looked around and finding a pen,slowly scrawled on his palm and malar,arul and jothi looked at the words in blue ink.

' We are being watched and also followed and so,silence and only eye contact and gestures.'

Then he pinched renu's bum,who squealed in anger and came back into the seat and angrily looked at rudran ' what was that for rudy?'

Rudran placed a finger on his lips and showed her the words that the other three had seen and renu knew that they were not alone.


Malcolm chambers sat in his cabin and watched the monitor and whispered ' Who are you General rudran and why were the missiles launched at you and your family? What makes you so important and more importantly how is that you know you are being watched,even though i am doing it from New York and with the help of the worlds best Hackers.'

He looked at his new team and all of them were like him,Autistic,Geniuses and Savants whose brain power rivaled the power of most super computers.

He picked up the phone and softly commanded ' I am sorry sir but i fear that the team of five CIA agents will not do for the target of this mission is way beyond their collective capabilities.I suggest another five teams and i think it will be safer to find out everything about everyone who are currently staying in the Ritz Mayfair,London.'


The Limousine slowly made its way towards the heart of London and then Rudran got a call and he nodded and disconnecting looked at renu for a second and then at the other three ' It is time.'

Renuka with eyes wide open ' what,what do you mean it is time rudy? Time for what sweetie.'

Rudran leaned and kissed her fully on her mouth and whispered ' time for me to leave and head to New york.'

His eyes peered straight ahead and then he quickly looked back and then grabbed the small hold all that lay at his feet ' Bye renu and i will see you soon in the hotel.Don't worry for i will be okay and i should see you in a couple of days.'

He kissed her again and then leaned down and kissed her womb that held Nikhil ' Bye baby Nikhil and take care of your mother.'

Opening the hold all,he took out a small radio like instrument and pressed it a few times and looked at renuka and the others ' i just jammed the cameras that are in this limousine.Bye for now and all the best.'

The limousine entered a small tunnel that curved on itself and just as the stretch limousine turned ponderously with its long and bulky mass,Rudran opened the door and quickly exited the vehicle and disappeared into the darkness of the tunnel.

The Atlantic ocean now beckoned Rudran to fly over it and the path to new york was now open and Rudran was ready and he quickly got into the cab that was waiting and looked at his friend who was the only one who he had trusted and hugged Dr.Otto Hauptmann of the Mossad,Israeli intelligence.

Even as Renuka was still recovering from the shock of seeing rudran get out and disappear into the darkness of the tunnel,she was even more surprised as the door quickly opened and a stranger got in and he was dressed in the exact clothes as rudran and also looked a lot like rudran.

The handsome man looked at renu and the others ' Good afternoon,i am Benjamin hauptmann,dr.otto's eldest son and i too am from Mossad and we are here to help rudran with whatever he is doing or going to do.'

Renuka looked at him and then turning to others ' James bond,Jason bourne take a f...ing ride for the reality seems so much more thrilling than the films and its stunts.'

Benjamin smiled ' Mrs.Rudran,that is very true for i have seen the man,your husband in action and believe me the truth is far more deadlier and scarier when it comes to him.He is the real deal and in my opinion,the greatest warrior alive today,at this moment.'

Closing his eyes,Benjamin seemed to pray in some strange language and renuka looked at Arul who whispered ' It is hebrew and it means,God have mercy .'

Renukas eyes opened wide in fear and Arul quickly ' my queen,please forgive me.It means,god have mercy on those he hunts and that he is going to kill.'

Renuka nodded and her smile lit up the whole limousine ' that's right and yes,god have mercy for knowing rudy,nothing is going to stop him or get in his way of those paintings he is after.'

She roared loudly ' Go get him Tiger.'

Across the Atlantic,in the famous zoo of New york,The huge Siberian tiger called Samson suddenly stood up and looked at the morning sun and roared and roared again and all the large cats around him took up the roars and the whole zoo vibrated with the sounds of blood curdling roars and the all the zoo keepers in panic looked at each other wondering what the hell was going on and what had set their normally calm tigers to react like that.

Samson the Siberian giant of a tiger looked at the sun and roared ' welcome master,welcome and i will be ready and waiting for your call.'

They always come in two.They always hunt and kill as a pair.From the times of Azhagan and Buddha.And now they will come together and hunt in new york and the streets will never be the same again.



The boy who went into the dark and came back with light.

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In 1999 January,Director,producer,Sushma Ahuja aka Achint the mother of Richa Ahuja,heroine in the Ajith film Uyirodu uyiraga and a force on her own in Hindi Theater,script and all things to do with entertainment had started work on a 25 episode Malayalam tv series funded by Asianet called "Saarthakam" ( hope) and after a tense period of casting for the lead actor for her project and failing made an SOS call to my Model co-ordinator Biju who called me and i went reluctantly to meet Sushmaji and after much dilly dallying agreed to do the part.

The dilly dallying on my part was a lack of confidence to speak and act in a malayalam serial and also the thought of making a complete fool of myself.But my wife,a Malayali herself chided me and told me to take it up and that she would help me with the lines by translating the scenes into english and along with her a few others from the direction team jumped in and got the english translation ready.

Me,i scoffed,joked and peed my pants many a time thinking how i was going to suck at acting and that too in malayalam.

But,my wife told me ' you are going to ace it little one' and so i kept my fears and stress locked up deep inside and smiled a nervous wreck of a smile and went about in a daze waiting for the shooting to start.

I was told that the shoot would start in the end of february and this was in january and i said okay and began to prepare for it by reading the scenes daily and day in and day out and taking a lot of help from my wife with the accent and pronunciations and then came " Minsaara poove" a tamil serial for vijay tv earlier called "Golden Eagle Communication" from 1994 to 2001.

Dr.S.V.Ramanan,owner of Jaishree pictures is a very famous and familiar figure through his numerous radio ads,films,tv commercials and corporate films.Jaishree pictures has their office in Alwarpet and i was familiar with them and their office for i had done a couple of tv commercials with them,starting with my second ever ad in 1996 with shalini aka mrs.Ajith kumar and with actress Vindhya,heroine of the film Sangamam.

Although i knew Jaishree pictures was owned by Dr.S.V.Ramanan and worked for his company,i had interacted more with his two beautiful and talented daughters of whom the eldest one is Lakshmi and who is chellama called by everyone as Ammu and is the mother of Anirudh,the music composer and is married to Ravi Raghavendar,brother of namma superstar's wife Latha.
The younger daughter of Mr.ramanan is Saraswathi, chellama called as sachu by everyone and along with ammu,it was these both i met in regards of Minsaara poove.

I shamelessly told them point blank that i had no major skills as an actor and that i had no major desire to act in serials and yet they persisted and told me that it was just a weekly serial and i would need to work for four to five days a month until the end of the serial and that the shoot was going to be in coonoor.

In the backdrop of minsaara poove and saarthakam,i had personally met with the great mani ratnam for his new film and that was back in dec 1998 and he had said i would be contacted when the shooting would start.

But,time,fate and destiny have never been majorly kind to me and have a knack of posing problems and hurdles in life and also in work and soon it would crop up at the most inopportune moment.

Coonoor,january end and travel excitedly me a lot and so i dived in and off i went to the hills of coonoor and whom should i meet there,but the painfully beautiful Swarnamalya herself and hold on and she was all of 17 or 18 years old.( sorry for sounding creepy.But i am not and just kidding.)

Work began and since we had a lot of time between scenes we used to chat and discuss stuff and then she yelled and jumped out of the chair when she realised that i had met and passed the audition of Mani sir.

She excitedly told me that teh film was called " Alaipayuthe" and that she was playing a kind of second lead in the film and asked me what role i was playing.

I shrugged my then lean shoulders and recollected the scene for which i had auditioned and it was a scene where i meet the heroines sister at a bus stop and how we interact.

Swarna again jumped up ' satish,that role is what i am playing and that means you will be playing the second lead and my pair.'

I have to confess here that i am a bit of an introvert and only rarely jump up and exhibit my emotions,good,bad,happy or sad and although Mani sir was a great director and all,i just shrugged and knew in my heart that the role was small and would not register majorly in the audience's radar and looked humbly at swarnamalya and nodded ' good swarna,it will be easy to work in those few scenes after doing double of that in one day for minsara poove.'


I came back to chennai and went back again for a second schedule of minsaara poove and then it so happened that the shoot for the malayalam serial saarthakam would start on the very day of my return from coonoor.

But,thankfully,i just had two scenes and they were pushed to the afternoon and sushmaji said ' Beta,be here by 3 in the afternoon at prasad studios.'

I had been told to bring along a dhoti and a few dull looking kurtas and so i took what i had and landed up at prasad studios and the scenes were of a hospital setup.


The story was about a young man suffering from terminal Multiple sclerosis and how he,his newly married wife and his family fight to make a life.Pretty dramatic and i found out that the voyage through the serial was pretty drama filled and with many tears and great scenes.

I went and introduced myself to everyone and after wishing Sushmaji,the director went to get ready and got my makeup done and then was called to the set.

Now,two schedules in coonoor with the bombshell diva swarnmalya and romancing her i was totally bombed and floored when i was asked to get into the bed and lie there like a really sick person who has given up all hope in life and his family is struggling to pay his medical bills.

Then Sushmaji yelled for the makeup man and pointing at me ' this character is virtually dying and yet he is glowing with all that makeup.wipe it off and make him look like an actual patient with dark shadows under his eyes.'

I remained quiet,thinking ' okay,in for a penny and in for the pound and lets ride this out.'

I looked at sushmaji and she looked at me and i think both of us were thinking the same thing ' Are you capable of this role?' and then i did the most intelligent thing and asked ' Sushmaji,what should i do? what do you want me to do ma'am?'

She patiently explained the scene in which the sick hero is being fed by his aging father and i nodded okay and closing my eyes,thought hard and through the clouds of memory came a vision.

I stood at the door of a govt hospital,four years of age going on five staring at my kid brother Navin who was fighting Blood cancer and i remembered the pain,fear and lost look in his eyes and without even me knowing my eyes filled with tears and sushmaji noticing my state,whispered ' beta,shall we start' and i said yes.

She hurriedly came near me ' tears without the tears' and i went ' what does that even mean?' and she said ' i want the tears in the eyes but not on the cheeks.'

So,the scene started and i thought of My kutty brother as he lay fighting the last days of his tender life and all the shots went ' first take okay,first take okay' from the director and just like that the day's work was over.

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**From & To Satish **( New Pictures Pl see pg 163) (Page 4)

This forum page from 2009 has some of the pics from Minsaara poove and one pic from saarthakam with me in the wheel chair.

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Let us remember that, as much has been given us, much will be expected from us, and that true homage comes from the heart as well as from the lips, and shows itself in deeds.Theodore Roosevelt


Before i step back,back into my memories of how my voyage began in this ocean called " Entertainment" i want to fly,fast forward to this year January 2018,when i went to see my High school Tamil Teacher Mrs.Parvati Sundaresan.

She lives a few kms away from my flat and i have been in constant touch with her and my English teacher and class teacher for 11th and 12th,the beautiful woman Mrs.Malati Achuthan who just a few years ago made the move back to her roots in Kerala.Indumati teacher and Chandra teacher are two others who i keep in touch but a bit rarely than with the first two.

Parvati teacher is a few years over 80 and going strong and i tell her the same and so i dropped in to her house and as always,she welcomed me with the warmth and love and then became a bit emotional when i showed her the pics of me acting as MGR in his autobiography.

With tears of happiness,she blessed me and said ' i will live on in you and your career.The artist,the creator in me will live on in your movies and roles and i thank you for making me proud.'

I smiled and remembered my 9th std final semester and the school's Annual day when for the first time i wore a British colonial costume and stepped on to the stage and acted my part.

Let me share a moment when i stood before the mirror in a cream colored silk shirt and cream dhoti,watch on my right wrist and the costumer slowly slipped the cream fur cap onto my head and i looked into the mirror and smiled and stylishly slipped the dark glasses onto my face and transformed into MGR and stepped out and walked towards the light from the darkness where the unit was waiting for me along with 50 to 60 junior artistes.

I stepped out from the darkness of the house and into the glaring lights of the front portion with five steps and below me everyone went crazy and a few mgr fans threw themselves at my feet and many touched my hands,fingers and some kissed it like i was a mafia godfather.

But who am i? who was i? I was but Satish a product of Parvati teacher and few other gurus and i still remain a student of the gurukulam where my gurus and their teachings will always remain and that is deep in my soul.

People will come and go and stay and vanish from our lives.But some,will stay even when they leave us and this plane of existence and they remain in us as memories,thoughts frozen until we too depart from this life.

Right here,Right at this moment i want you to realise,really understand the depth of life and why we come and why we go and even that do not matter for what really matters is what we did here after coming and before going.

Birth,death,coming and going are all travel plans and like travelers all over the world,some fly,some take the train,some the bus and some even walk and few sad ones crawl.But,what is important is what we did to ourselves and to others.Sadly and funnily enough,more than good it is the bad things that we do that remain for long and forever in people's memories and those that come after us,after we have left the stage for them to take up their roles.


If my sweet and motherly Tamil guru showed me the way and helped me to realise that i had wings that were meant for acting then Sushmaji, " Maaji" as i called her give me the strength to lift off into space and jump out boldly out of the nest and into the deep waters of tv and film world.

I means all of you.I means all those who lifted me up.I means all those who trusted me and tolerated me.I means those who gave me their shoulders to lean on.I means those who felt my happiness and more of it when i did good.

So,you see,I does not mean just self,one self but ourselves for we are all a product of many and others and we stand tall because they laid the foundations that you stand on.

I,They,Them well in my case it is my loved ones and they are from my family and friends and surprisingly,the line has blurred and vanished and today there is no distinguishing between family and friend.

Blood is thicker than water it is said but i say that it is water that makes up 92 to 93 percent of blood.

Do i need say more my readers.

When i constantly flog the words such as Rise,Redemption i use them to motivate myself and those that may need the same and i dare not assume who might or might not.

In the next chapter,i will share my interactions in detail and in depth.

I wish you all a beautiful Monday and wish you all a great week.Lots of love people.One step,one moment at a time for it is those moments that make up our life.