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Posted: 6 years ago

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Thank you for sharing your thoughts and entertaining stories, Satish.

The #MeToo movement is a truly progressive one...but it is not only confined to women alone.

Men and children have been victims too...and it is good to see everyone now assert themselves with more self-respect of their own personal space and their own rights as an individual.

Still, there a few people with "backward mindsets" who continue to roam around...

and it is because of such people, Nirbhaya cases may never truly disappear from the country.

I am sharing an article of one such person.

It was both funny and scary to read.

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Actor and director Marimuthu, who has played supporting roles in a number of films and was recently seen in Pariyerum Perumal, has justified sexual harassment as he spoke up in favour of lyricist Vairamuthu against #MeToo allegations. In addition, he used homophobia as a defence of Vairamuthu. Marimuthu has been acquainted with Vairamuthu since his early days in the Tamil film industry.

And speaking on the #MeToo movement, Marimuthu did not deny the allegations against Vairamuthu in an interview. Instead, he bizarrely chose to ask what was wrong with such behaviour.

"It would have been humiliating if he'd been accused of stealing from a jewellery shop. He's been accused of calling a woman to his room. So what? He is a man, isn't he? What's wrong in this, I'm asking. Let him call. If you wish to, you go. Otherwise you speak to the newspaper, do so. He's a man, right? He has hormones. He'll feel it'd be nice to hug a woman and sleep, won't he? That's why he's called. That woman has now said this publicly. Kavignar (poet) has to bear with it.

Saying that he isn't interested in analysing this and that people would forget about it in three weeks, Marimuthu went on to add some homophobia to his misogyny, "I won't say that this is an insult to Vairamuthu. What is there? It'd have been wrong only if he had called a man to his room.

When the slightly bewildered and amused interviewer probed further, Marimuthu compared the allegations to a road accident, "If you're driving a car and apply sudden brakes because a dog crossed the road, and the bike behind you crashes into the car, you'll say sorry to the bike and the dog and keep going. This is like that only."

Lashing out Marimuthu, Siddharth tweeted ""Indha asingam pudichavar #PariyerumPerumal la kettavana nalla nadichaarnnu nenachen. Avane dhaana nee? Chi!

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Brahmin or Brahman

Besantnagar was, and is to a large extent, still filled with residents, who mostly belong to the Brahmin community. Having been in this area from 1982, and having lived here from 1990, my Tamil slang has imbibed a few words from their dictionary, which i find difficult to shake off for i am not even conscious about it, and yet it gets me into a bit of a mess when i am dubbing. Director Saravanan, in whose film VALIYAVAN, i played a character asked me when i was dubbing for my scenes if i was a brahmin.I said no, and he said then you need to change your residence and your entire set of friends. I thought about it as i was driving back from the Dubbing studio, and my mind went back to the point from where i possibly could have gotten this influence and i think i can pinpoint it to somewhere, from the year 1995, for it was then, i in the grip of depression, turned towards god and turned inwards to myself for strength that was non-existent then and is now. Temples, my my friends who are mostly made up of Brahmins, reading a lot of religious books in tamil and listening to lots of tamil discourses, me thinks are the reasons that have influenced my tamil lingo, but for the good i guess. For earlier, the first word out of my mouth was 'O..A' and i remember some of my pals teasing me ' dei machaan satisha, porakkum pothu, ellarum amma, amma appidini oppari vechukutu varuvannga, nee mattum thaan 'o..a,o..annu sollikuttu vandha mathiri irukku'. It is very embarassing, to hear that but that is who i was and maybe still am, in bits and few pieces. I learnt, a lot of tough and rough tamil words, when i studied in krishnaswamy matriculation school, and although it kind of died a bit, when i joined Besant Arundale, it reared its dirty head later and has now kind of begun to subdue to a large extent as i am getting older.

The past Fifteen years, my morning routine, has helped forge loving bonds with many members of the older and also those from the Brahmin community, and i am happy to say that i have made some really good friends, of whose association i am really proud of.

But sometimes, the old Tamil lingo, jumps out and rears its ugly head, leaving me wondering for days, where it had been lying in dormant and also, leaving behind a very much, ashamed man.

A year back, a pleasant Sunday morning, found me sitting among some of my older and wiser pals and we were discussing k.balachandar and his influence on film's, when a few teenagers sat a few feet from us and started smoking. One old gentleman who was the last in the small crowd asked the boys not to smoke near them and go away, to which the boys smirked and turned to the other side and kept puffing away.

I, should have let it go and remained calm and quiet but then that is not me and I walked up to them and whispered slowly and softly, ' O..A, Sonna puriyatha, o..a, m...u, vera engayavathu poi udha vendiyathu thaane', and yes, it did have the desired effect and the boys left probably thinking 'machaan antha iyeru mama, enna asingama tamil pesuraan. pakrathukku padichavan mathiri irukkan, vaiya thorantha koovam thaan varuthu'.

Maybe then or maybe later it dawned on some of my oldie friends that i was not a brahmin and one caught me alone and this is the gist of that conversation.

HE-satish,neenga Iyeraa ille, Iyengaraa

satish- yen

HE- summa,summa thaan ketten

satish-ungalukku enna thonuthu

He-iyeru thaan but mooku,muzhiya paartha, iyengar mathiri irukku

satish-sari, enna thidirunnu, intha santhegam ungallukku

HE-naan Iyeru,sari, neengulum, Iyer thaanonnu nenachen

satish- rendum ille, Aaanna

He- Aaanaa?

satish- Brahmin ille naan, Aaanaa, enakulle, Brahman irukaan

Needless to say, he stopped talking to me and kind of told everybody, that i was an adhigaprasanngi, and a person who thought of himself, as a periya pudungi.

Iyer,iyengar,kshatryian what does it matter.

But at least that is how i have been from the start. My first and best friend was Perry,a poor, Anglo Indian boy, during my 2nd and 3rd std in Saraswathi Matriculation school, kodambakkam, and sometimes, i used to go along with him for lunch, which was only Rasam saadam and nellika uruga, and yet it felt like nectar that was made in heaven. I wish, i could meet him and his mother now, for i want to give back the love which they gave me, but, that building is no more and in its place is an old shopping complex.

But, the love, that Perry and his family gave me, still runs deep and strong in my veins and i knew then as i do now, that love is Brahman.

Yaar yaar sivam nee naan sivam
vaazhve thavam anbe sivam

Aathigam pesum adiyarkkellam
sivame anbaagum
naathigam pesum nallavar endral
anbe sivamaagum

Anbin paathai sernthavanukku
mudive illaiyaada
manathin neelam yethuvo
athuve vaazhvin neelamada

Anbe sivam anbe sivam enbom
anbe sivam anbe sivam enbom
anbe sivam anbe sivam enbom
anbe sivam anbe sivam enbom

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Body or Soul

"The most beautiful sight in a movie theater is to walk down to the front, turn around, and look at the light from the screen reflected on the upturned faces of the members of the audience. Franois Truffaut

Most of us, knowingly, unknowingly and secretly hold in their memories, a bond, a connection with one or more of their favorite films, without realizing that, the bond is not with the films but with some of the more memorable and heartbreaking scenes in them.

Of course, most of us are now aware and wise to the fact that there rarely have been films, that hold you in their grip and release you only after they have finished casting their spell and finished chanting their story.

There are some films, that go beyond their purpose, which is entertainment, and instead, reach out of the screens and touch the souls of all those who are sitting there, watching the film.

Okay, I confess to the fact that I am a Sad Sack and a sucker for emotional movies and I take this opportunity to again confess another fact, that I sometimes sit alone and cry in solitude, remembering the scenes that moved me.

Well, let me tell you that tears alone do not reflect sadness and along with its kith and kin emotions and that sometimes you remain dry-eyed and still cry inside, in total invisibility.

Sagara Sangamam, which released in 1983 was such a film for me, and although the film had some fantastic scenes that reduced most of the people who watched it to different states of mewling, bawling and howling, I was moved and remain moved to this date by one particular scene.

That scene comes close to the climax and it is a shot which shows Kamal in a hospital bed with his liver all shot up and with a bucket close by so that he can kick it.

Jaya Prada's daughter, having realised the greatness and the purity of the friendship between her mother and her dance master kamal ( I confess here that I only had impure thoughts about Jaya Prada while watching the film, and please I was all of 16 years old), has a change of heart and returns to the hospital to learn from Kamal Haasan

The doctor comes in and tries to remove the tape recorder, telling Kamal that he should be resting for he is seriously sick.

Balu, the name of the character, that Kamal portrayed in the film, stops the doctor and tells him something, and I swear that those lines just pierced a path into my psyche, when I first heard them and have the same effect even today, when I hear them again and again.

Balu aka Balakrishnan, hold the hands of the doctor and desperately tells him " Doctor, you are fighting to save this temporary life while I am fighting for my very soul. Tell me, doctor, what is more important, this body or the soul in it?"

For the soul, there is neither birth nor death at any time. He has not come into being, does not come into being, and will not come into being. He is unborn, eternal, ever-existing, and primeval. He is not slain when the body is slain. From, chapter two, of The Bhagavad Gita

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Jannal Oram 258

Everyday somewhere in the world
another unsung hero is born.
someone who is willing,
to lay his or her life on the line
to save other lives
on this wonderful planet of ours
going out of their way,
risking life and limb to protect and defend
into danger and into certain death.
These unsung heroes don't want medals,
glory or even fame.
In fact, most would walk away afterwards,
without anyone ever knowing their name
it is not that they feel guilty.
They just feel that they haven't done
anything that is special
or something someone else
wouldn't have probably done.
Therefore, to all those unsung heroes
this poem is just for you souls
For all the lives that you save
each and every day
But, who saves you and who has got your back now

Poem from Chapter 11 of the story " The boy who went into the dark and came back with light." Posted on, 18 February 2015.

https://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=3448726&TPN=148

" Good morning, this is your captain speaking. We have begun our descent into Dehi airport and i would like to take this oppurtunity to thank all of you for flying with Jet Airways. The weather in the capital city is a very pleasant, 20 degrees and will drop as the day progresses.We hope that your flight was a pleasant one and also hope to see you soon. On behalf of all of us at Jet Airways, we wish you and all your families, a very happy Diwali."

Raman's face was set in stone and it displayed no emotion as his ears took in the message from the captain and yet deep in his soul, a raging and seething volcano was building momentum and was getting ready to blow and rain, death and destruction on all those who had started and then proceeded to stoke the fires of hatred in him.

He turned slowly and tenderly so as not to wake up Kavita who was still fast asleep with her head on his shoulder and staring at her, thought to himself, " Vijay, if you can hear me, then hear this. I will watch over your family and will do all in my powers to protect them.But, if i die, then we will stand together as ghosts and haunt the villains mercilessly."

He gently shook her shoulder and with sleep heavy eyes, she looked at him and mumbled " Are we landing?", to which he replied " Yes. The captain just announced that we have begun our descent and that means we will be there in about twenty minutes or so."

Taking out a napkin from her handbag and using a small compact mirror, she wiped her face and dabbed a bit of lip balm on her lips and then quickly brushed her hair and knotted it using a simple, green hair band.

" Not vanity raman, just that we have to keep up with our pretences before the world."

Raman smiled " and it is going to be a whole lot different in the capital and i want to tell you something which you should remember at all times. Don't offer any information about our conflict with Minister Vaidyanathan and let him think that we are in the dark about the cause of Vijay's death. Secondly, i will be there around you but in very close proximity for that will lead to unnecessary questions and we don't need any of that right now."

Kavita looked at him with wide-open eyes and nodded " Thank you raman and yes, will remember your words at all times."

The plane, glided down and touched earth safely and gently as a dainty bird would do and then slowing down began to taxi into its final destination.

The flight attendants escorted Kavita and Raman, who were the first passengers to disembark and were quickly shown into a car that had been provided by the airport security and whizzed off in the direction of the VIP lounge.

As they got out of the car, they both saw, Deputy chief minister O.Paneer selvam standing there sadly along with many other AIADMK Members of Parliament and all of them folded their hands and sadly greeted Kavita.

OPS shrugged and shook his head in confusion " Kavita, i am so sorry for your loss.How is Durai anna doing?"

" Critical. But stable. The doctors are going to do a triple bypass on him in a couple of days. We will know then sir."

" Sir, Where is Vijay now? I want to see him sir, right away ? "

Deputy chief minister O.Paneer selvam " Kavita chellam, you are like my very own daughter and i have seen you both from the time when you were just toddlers. So, that makes me more or less your father, and so, as a father, i advise you not to go see vijay now for i doubt if you can bear to see him thus."

Kavita crying softly " Sir, Vijay is not dead and will never be dead for me and my family. It is only his body, an empty carry bag that has been disposed and all that he carried and all that he wanted and dreamed of are not lost but now residing and living inside me, safe and sound."

As they were speaking, a tall army man approached them and addressed Kavita " Kavita ji, ham aapke aagaman kee prateeksha kar rahe the. Aapke bhai, vijay ka shareer hamaare army hospitaal mein rakha gaya hai. Ise suraksha kaaranon se vahaan le jaaya gaya tha. kripa, agar aap hamaare saath aate hain, to ham aapako turant vahaan le jaenge. ( Kavita madam, we were waiting for your arrival. Your brother vijay's body is been kept in our Army hospital.It was taken there for security reasons.Please, if you come with us, we will take you there right away).

Deputy chief minister O.Paneer selvam requested the army man " can we come along too. For, Vijay was very important to all of us too and was like a member of all our families."

The army man introduced himself " Saab, i am Corporal Rajeev Bhandari, Army intelligence. I am sorry saab but this is now an investigation and only family is allowed as of now."

Corporal rajeev looked at Kavita " Madam, can we leave, please " and turning to Raman " Mr.Raman, sir, you are allowed and i am supposed to escort both of you to the hospital."

Kavita nodded and thanked corporal rajeev and looked at Raman, who winked at her " Like i said, the game is now, well and truly on."

"From the bottom of my heart, I wanted to give up; I wanted to give up on living. There was no denying that tomorrow would come, and the day after tomorrow, and so next week, too. I never thought it would be this hard, but I would go on living in the midst of a gloomy depression, and that made me feel sick to the depths of my soul. In spite of the tempest raging within me, I walked the night path calmly."

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Posted: 6 years ago

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My dear forum friends,

I wish all of you and your family members a very, very Happy Diwali. All the best my friends and i pray that god fills all of you with, immense love, peace and all that is good and beautiful in this world.

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I wonder, just wonder

Hi people,

Redemption, the story about the twins, Rudran and Bhairav, is a story that i began to write, as another part of the Azhagan series and it has to do with Bhairav, lying hidden, still alive as part of Rudran and i am not sure what to make of it, when i read the synopsis of the movie 'Savyasachi', which is releasing today and as Naga chaitnya as the hero.

synopsis of Savyasachi

Naga Chaitanya as Vikram Aditya finds himself in this situation. It's the actor's second outing with director Chandoo Mondeti (after Premam) and the idea of Savyasachi is interesting. Vikram Aditya is both Vikram and Aditya rolled into one. He's ambidextrous and that capability is attributed to the vanishing twin syndrome. Medical science describes this phenomenon as a possibility of a twin disappearing in the uterus during pregnancy, due to various reasons, and the foetal tissue being absorbed (in this story) by the other twin. Vikram has a few cerebral remains of Aditya within him and the latter's neurons extend all through his left hand, giving it additional power.This protagonist with enhanced powers has to take on a mighty opponent who's some sort of a twisted genius.

https://www.thehindu.com/entertainment/movies/savyasachi-review-this-chandoo-mondeti-naga-chaitanya-film-is-an-elusive-thriller/article25401593.ece

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Posted: 6 years ago

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OMG!! They stole your story of Rudran and Bhairav!! 😲

That's unbelievable...maybe they read your story from here...

and copy and pasted it there!

You should sue them for plagiarism!!

But it shows how uniquely creative and multi-talented your writings are.

Wow. Well done.

After watching the film "Ratsasan", I was curious to know if serial killers are born in the womb or are made by their reflections of society.

While society always asks the parents of little girls to raise them properly, it is actually the parents of boys who need to take responsibility for not raising future criminals in society.

May this Diwali continue to shine light over darkness, knowledge over ignorance and love over hate.

Wishing you and everyone here A VERY WARM AND HAPPY DIWALI!!

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Jannal Oram 259

The Black, Mahindra Scorpio, stopped a few feet from the gate and the army driver waited patiently as two army commandos checked the underside of the vehicle for any bombs or suspicious stuff and after a very brief examination of the drivers details, opened the gate and their vehicle speeded in and halted at the entrance of the massive, tree-covered compound and Corporal Rajeev, who had been in the front seat, got out quickly and informed them about the place they had come to, " Ma'am, sir, welcome, to the Army College of Medical Sciences, Delhi."

Army College of Medical Sciences (also known as ACMS New Delhi) is an Indian medical college affiliated with Guru Gobind Singh Indraprastha University. It is supported by Army Welfare Education Society (AWES) of Indian Army for wards of serving and retired personnel of the Indian Army. It is situated near Base Hospital Delhi Cantt, New Delhi. The annual intake of students to this college is 100.

It is an army aided college run by the Indian army and is among the top 25 medical colleges in India. The college was opened in 2008 for its first batch of MBBS students. The teaching hospital affiliated to the college is the base hospital which is run by the armed forces.

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A layperson may have missed the subtle details and also the near-invisible presence of armed men in casual clothes. But, then Raman's eye's, already blessed with great vision had been further honed by his martial training and constant deep meditation and no detail, small or great escaped his eyes, which then recorded everything and his advocate brain processed the details.

Realizing that there was no point in confiding all this to the already grief-stricken and over-burdened Kavita, who seemed ready to collapse any moment, Raman, keeping his thoughts to himself, calmly walked behind her and followed Corporal Rajeev Bhandari into the hospital.

Corporal Rajeev pointed to the button that he had pressed, which informed the occupants that it was the floor where the pathology dept was situated in and Raman noticed the pain and panic that gripped Kavita's body and composure and he not minding the corporal and the other soldier who were in the left, hugged her gently and bending down, close to her ear " It's okay Kavita, it's okay. Remember, that Vijay is in us and that everything else is just an illusion."

The large shiny, metal doors slid open noiselessly and Corporal Rajeev said " this way, please" and led them through a long corridor, brightly lit with white lights and which ended in a dead end door over which declared nothing and yet said a lot.

The corporal opened the door and allowing them to walk in and stood guard with the other soldier and whispered to Kavita " I am very sorry for your loss, ma'am. Please, accept my condolences."

Kavita nodded and looking at him, " Thank you, Corporal Rajeev. And also, thank you for escorting us here."

Raman and Kavita entered the large, cavernous looking room for only the immediate surroundings had been lit up, while the larger part of the room remained in the dark.

Kavita's eyes searched for the soul of her brother in the light and in vain for her eyes only caught sight of his tall body lying motionless in death, covered by a green cloth.

The shock of seeing Vijay's body was too much for her and she turned and buried her head in Raman's chest and screamed " No, no, I don't want to see my Vijay like this. I don't want to remember him, murdered, wounded and maimed for then that is the only way I will remember him."

Like a small girl, she bawled and Raman gently held her and not able to control it anymore, joined her in her sadness and in her tears.

He turned and magically found, Corporal Rajeev by his side and requested Kavita to go with him and wait outside, while he identified Vijay to the authorities.

Kavita nodded and whimpered sadly " Sorry Ram, I am not as bold and not as strong as you and this is all I can manage at this moment."

Raman fondly kissed her head " Kavita, please don't ever say that. You have shown admirable and immense courage and strength in absorbing this tragic news and you are still standing and fighting. That will do for now. Now please, go and wait outside while I do what is needed of us."

Raman watched her go, gently and protectively held by Corporal Rajeev and wiping his tears, looked straight ahead at the single, bright white light that shone from above on the steel table and walked towards it, all the while taking in the three men who stood around the table, waiting for him.

Two were obviously doctors and Raman dismissed them and concentrated on the third man, a tall, aged Sikh who was dressed in half sleeve White shirt and grey trousers and his feet were in shiny black shoes.

Most people would turn away ignoring him after coming to the conclusion that he was some form of Administrator in a bank or some corporate office, and a person of no consequence or importance. But then, Raman was not most men and with one look into the man's shining and intelligent eyes, he knew who he could be and the man smiled very slightly, acknowledging Raman's awareness and with a very gentle tilt of his head, greeted him.

A man dressed in a white coat, introduced himself " Hello, I am, Professor, Dr.Capt Navneet Nath, HOD( HEAD OF DEPT) of the Pathology Dept. Turning to his right, " This is, Professor, Dr & Col Rajat Jagani, who will be assisting me today."

Raman said hello, noting that the third man was not introduced which meant that the doctors themselves in all probability had no clue as to who he might be.

The two doctors stood quietly and Raman knew that they were not waiting for him but for the signal from the mysterious third man, which meant automatically that he was in charge and that alone confirmed the fact that, he was from one of the premier Intelligence depts and which was most probably, RAW, Research Analysis Wing.

A subtle nod from the mysterious, third person and Col Rajat Jagani slowly and with great respect, removed the green army sheet that covered the dead body of Vijay Durai Pandi Arumugam who had been groomed to rise as the next Chief Minister of Tamil Nadu and Raman who had steeled himself crumbled for the sight of the ruined face of his best friend melted his steel to butter and he leaned heavily on the large metal table for support and let his grief pour out.

" Stupid, stupid man. I told you to go back to your hotel and I repeatedly warned you not to go anywhere without security. Idiot, now see for yourself what they have done to you."

Dr.Capt Navneet Nath in a very soft and caring voice " Sir, is this Mr. Vijay. Are you sure that it is him?"

Raman nodded " Yes, for he is the only person that I know of who has the late Mgr tattooed over his heart on the left and the late Amma tattooed on his right side of his chest. And bang in the center is the tattoo of the two leaves symbol of the AIADMK party."

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Hi Spain,

I don't think they stole my story as such and just that the premise was similar to the relationship between Rudran and Bhairav.

If you remember, I wrote that Bhairav would have sensed the other fetus struggling while they were both in the womb and sent some of his DNA to repair and help his brother.

It is that DNA that would have finally found a place in Rudran's brain and begins to grow and exists as Bhairav in consciousness alone and whenever Rudran is in danger, Bhairav takes over to annihilate the enemies and to protect his kid brother.

You flatter me by comparing my writings and stories with greater minds than me and I humbly thank you for that.

I will try to do my best and better than before. Thank you all of you and I wish you all a great day.

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You're welcome, Satish.
But what I said was not flattery, it was the simple truth.
You do have the potential of being a great scriptwriter. And I'm so serious about this.

I do not believe that achievements or success are given to only those pre-destined, elusive, smart, gifted and talented people out there.
If you have a dream, you must do whatever it takes to protect it.
You do not let anyone dare tell you that it cannot be done. Period.

A great film starts off as a small idea...that transforms into a written story...that transforms into a script...that is transferred onto the big screen.
I read the director of "Ratsasan" took a full year to write the script of his story...but then nobody was willing to produce it. So that took another few years of his struggle.
On seeing the film now, one can easily tell the hero of the film is the script itself.
But he must have probably done like 30 odd drafts of his own story...because although there might have been small loopholes, overall it was a very well researched and planned thriller theme.
Even in yesterday's Diwali get-together with friends, everyone was talking about the film and how well the story was told.

I never heard of this director's name before...but I'm so glad he believed in his story.
He shows us that we must not get discouraged and that we must raise our own standards at the same time.

Here is a brilliant scene from the film.
The hero cannot track down the serial killer, but upon a clue...he finds out who the next victim might be (a school-going girl).
Instead of alarming and warning the victim of imminent danger, he gives his message in a very subtle but effective way.
It was a really well-thought out scene. A mass scene in the theatre.
But it showed how much effort went into writing the script too.

Thank you for your brilliant stories, Satish.
As a token of appreciation, I hope in turn, you and everyone here will enjoy this scene.
Take care and keep up the great work.

[YOUTUBE]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=18t0ynUL1e0[/YOUTUBE]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=18t0ynUL1e0

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