Harsh Reality. That was 'Pithamagan'. As I watched the movie, I felt the character was not a figment of Bala's imagination but that all that was screened and enacted were really possible in an undertaker's life. The movie was realistic to the last drop. Initially I felt there was a streak of Howard Roark (Fountainhead) in 'Chiththan', but that was just initially and faded away soon. Amazing performances by Vikram and Surya. A must watch movie.

I usually dont like realism in movies. I usually prefer movies that are hard-core entertainers, impossibly fantastic and outright illogical. For the three hours you spend at the theatre, you should feel humored, entertained and leave with a cheerful heart. Today was different. We left the movie hall with a heavy heart but loved every minute of the movie !

Am gonna watch Pithamagan at Santham today. I hope therez not much of the violence in it. I dont want nightmares over a weekend. Will update my blog after the movie. Btw, I booked the tickets through the Hutch users movie quota. They charged Rs.11/- per Rs.60/- ticket. The amount seemed pretty large considering that I have booked tickets for 10 of us. So, here we go, a big fully-enthused crowd to watch the Diwali Bonanza - Pithamagan ! Hope am not disappointed, fingers-crossed! :-)

The better scientists have realised that their research and hypotheses are a speck in the cosmic order. As they delve deeper and closer to solving the mysteries of nature, they see the other side of too - the spiritual side. They may not term it God, but they know its beyond the human.
There is a force that keeps them from knowing more than what they are supposed to know. Mystery is the name of the game !

BTW, came across these words in my daily dosage of Bruderhof's daily digs - "No one on earth has any other way left but—upwards."

Extreme programming devotees say that the methodology helps them deliver code more quickly with fewer bugs.

Me's very nostalgic about school today. They were the best days of my life to date.

Every day of school was wonderful. I gazed at those plush green trees and colorful flowers in the campus, loved my teachers, enjoyed each working day, looked forward to the next day, expected the holidays, looked forward to school after vacations, loved the smell of new books, enjoyed covering my notebooks with brown sheets, made super-hit stage shows, admired seniors, crawled out of the biology class through the back door, gossiped under the large gulmohar tree (? actually am not sure if that was a Gul :)) where we sat in a big circle and chatted until we were chased out by the watchman, sipped pepsicolas (frozen rasna that comes in slim packets and are very unhygienic!) at the Cozee shop opposite to school, the sports day, the last CandleLights Ceremony at school when we were in tears for what we would start missing soon & the farewell party when we all sang "O Vidyo Alma matter, thy loyal daughters gathered here.." ( I still rememember the entire song!).

That was school...that can only be school. While riding the bus down to work today, I saw a Vidyodayan on the road in the trademark cream 'n' green school uniform...my mind was flooded with memories which I will always cherish.