Friday, February 1, 2008

"then it fell apart"

Seeing how science actually had a greater appeal, I should stick with writing articles on science, But then my mind is not that simple. I am not proud of that but hell I am just trying to be honest.
Then it fell apart"
where does this come from; pretty simple, its from a song called extreme ways -
Moby. I bet everyone must have heard it somewhere or the other. If not its about time you hear it.
Let me just write the lyrics for the song for the bunch of you guys who enjoy this song:

Extreme ways are back again
Extreme places I didn’t know
I broke everything new again
Everything that I’d owned
I threw it out the windows, came along
Extreme ways I know move apart
The colors of my sea
Perfect color me

Extreme ways that that help me
Help me out at night
Extreme places I had gone
But never seen any light
Dirty basements, dirty noise
Dirty places coming through
Extreme worlds alone
Did you ever like it planned

I would stand in line for this
There’s always room in life for this

Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Like it always does, always does

Extreme songs that told me
They helped me down every night
I didn’t have much to say
I didn’t get above the light
I closed my eyes and closed myself
And closed my world and never opened
Up to anything
That could get me along

I had to close down everything
I had to close down my mind
Too many things to cover me
Too much can make me blind
I’ve seen so much in so many places
So many heartaches, so many faces
So many dirty things
You couldn’t even believe

I would stand in line for this
It’s always good in life for this

Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Like it always does, always does.

Now where have I heard this song?? Don't even bother thinking. You must have heard it almost anywhere; and definitely as the theme song for "The Jason Bourne Trilogy".

So anyways, Why am i talking about this song and why did I even blog this. Is it because its my favorite song at the moment. [A little side note, there is never always a favorite that doesn't change, favorite is a word that is used to describe something you like for that phase of your life. Its always transient]. But thats the case for me and this phrase, "then it fell apart". Some how somewhere within the last 5-6 years that I have been probably listening to this song, it has gotten integrated into me, this track has gotten into a repeat mode in the back of my head and so much so that almost half of the day, I keep listening to this song in my head.
Do I ever get bored of this.; NEVER.

Now before people start wondering, does this guy even have a point to writing this blog? I would like to remind you, I write a blog to put out my feelings. Almost like a dairy, except that when I write a blog I like the feedbacks and comments and we can always discuss it out. Most of the times its just me and my BIL(Ram- my brother-in-law) but hell I don't mind having a single audience either.

Now back on track. what did Moby, have running on the back of his mind when he wrote this song? I would really like to know. If anyone reading this have any contact with Moby, just ask him about it ;).
I always had thought of it this way, to write a song or poem, you have to be in a state of mind and that state of mind reflects on the poem/song. But then this view drastically changed not after listening to this but when writing a song of my own. I mean I wrote it in like 15-20 min. And I do not even have it with me anymore, I wish I had this idea to put everything online back then, It would have been so much more convenient. I had written this on a bench. [To be precise, it was during my undergraduate days, and in one of the exam halls, yep in the middle of of a freaking exam]. I was so bored answering the exam, that I actually sat and wrote my best poem yet. It was about a beggar. There is only one person to have read it, Arvind. I do not know if he still remembers it though. And I do not think I can recapitulate that even if I sat for another century. Anyways the point I am trying to make is, I was never a beggar, and I had no idea what they thought, and neither was I in a happy state of mind, or in a sad state nor was I really in the mood for writing the poem. But then it just happened.

Well I hope I made the point, not that I really had any point behind writing this long ramble of my thoughts, but its always nice to put stuff down for people to see. Lets hear your thought.


Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Evolution: ain't it screwed up

A little note on how things are at the moment.

Human: 'I can't wait to go home and have dinner.'

Bacteria: 'buhahahaha, :D, Just you wait till you eat this pizza. You will be dead in another 3 days. I am gonna kill you from inside.'

3 days later-

Human: 'oh! the doc's have given up. I hope I have a peaceful death.'

Bacteria: 'I can't wait for that human to die. I need my dinner ;).'

I have a big doubt in evolution???? are we as in Homo sapiens more evolved than bacteria or in the matter viruses.
From my stand point, I fail to understand some details. What does more evolved species mean?
I would argue against humans being at the top of the evolutionary ladder. But then there are always critics around there who would think I am taking Blasphemy. But well lets argue it out, shall we? Comments are more than welcome if you want to go on about it.

I say bacteria are like an amazing and most novel of all in the evolutionary chain.
Where are they to be seen, just have a look around you where ever you might be standing, there are about at least a million of those bugs around in your vicinity. And well there might be a million times more of them inside you for all that we know.
Now let me pose a basic question; what does it mean to be evolved? Does it mean to have a very sophisticated system, or is it to have a simple system capable of everything a sophisticated system can achieve. This is exactly what the bacteria has done.
It can live and survive and propagate under any condition give a few years. It can eat and digest just about anything starting from food that the higher organisms!! consume right down to petroleum and acid and what not. One bacteria can compensate for the other making it a perfect sociable and symbiotic character; something we humans are yet to achieve.
Oh yeah one of the most fascinating things, it does not require another gender for mating and reproduction and for the continual of its linage.

So now then, what more, I need to sit and think about how many different ways can humans be highly evolved. Crap! is it annoying, for all i know, there might actually be a bacteria capable of reading letters right now, having a good laugh looking through this blog.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Trinklet- O- Trip ;)

its going to another big adventure.. All of them are, aren't they? Lets think ...
Hmmm so I end up in-between two totally beautiful females; what I am doing in between them and who the two women might be, I leave it to your imagination. As for mine hehehe... lets just leave it by saying 'they are two of a kind!!!' ;) shall we.
Or I am a stupid guy who keeps running around in my underwear holding onto whatever piece of sanity that I still got.
Oh another lot of them includes those freaking thriller's; not only do they give me a kick while I am watching the movie but now they come here as well.
Oh... yeah by the way a recent addition to this is a real scary one which I am not gonna disclose to the lot of you. Have had a lot of unimaginable pain due to this one particular thing. Somethings are best kept to myself.
Anyways, whenever I step into this realm, it always baffles me, here I am in a total place of stupidity where I am whatever I want to be for that particular instant; I mean it doesn't make sense most of the times and yeah it definitely doesn't make sense to see good ol' me having a shot at the inhabitants of this world.
Your private spot, your best place, your true space and yeah most definitely your own alone time. No intrusions, no disturbances and this is exactly what you call peace. The wonderful dreamland where all your fantasies come true but nothing is ever reality.
Hope as much as you like the sad fact of this is anything that happens in this dream world would most definitely turn into a living nightmare if it took place in the real world. Its like staring at the mirror, you can't reach into the mirror how much ever you try and things are better that way.
There are things in the mirror I would really like to make reality. Have held together all this while without those in the other world; and things shall remain that way. All i hope for is that I am not glancing at my future or I definitely hope I am not having a sneak peak at an alternative reality ( as in a parallel universe).

" BEWARE OF YOUR trinklet- O - trip"

Monday, October 29, 2007

The dark side

The eternal truth lies just before the eyes, smiling with that sinister glee in its eyes. My my!!! every now and then you start to wonder, is life supposed to be so mundane. The same old routine, including the daily crap and the occasional tear or two, not because your emotion that was hidden away deep down resurfaced, but because a speck of dust past your contact lenses. Thats how I guess at the very least a handful of people if not all live in this plastic world.
Full of doubt about life, we wake up every morning, not once in the entire hour or so that we end up utilizing for the daily morning ritual do we once think about anything else other than what to best for yourself. Not even a moment's worth of thought goes to anything else.
Is this really life? Well what the hell would I know, I am no better person. If any, I spend more time thinking about myself rather.
See me as a selfish person all you like, but in eventuality that is life. A convoluted world with nothing better to do and where nothing matters anymore. That's life whether you like it or not; and thats how you, I , We live.
I wonder when this dark side grew in mankind - look all i may, I do not see the light in this long tunnel of life of mine. So I guess I might as well accept the truth of life and keep hoping - "tomorrow will be a better day"

Saturday, September 8, 2007

Under the night sky - chapter 1

UNDER THE NIGHT SKY by Goutham Pattabiraman.


I slipped out of the door, a not so fancy wooden thing put together with lots of nails and extra planks of wood, loads of cardboard sheets stuck together with tape; an average door of any suburban lowlife you might say, closing it behind me and slid my hand into my pant pocket realizing, my eyes shrinking with regret, I had forgotten a very important thing. The keys to my house lay inside my bedroom next to my bed. The bed on which lay the only thing every man fears, his wife, and my wife was no exception to this rule. I didn’t want absolutely to disturb her. I had to get out of the house fast. I was getting late for my work, a stupid one which was absolutely perfect for a guy like me. If you are thinking too much about what I do, I will tell you. I work as a security officer; mostly night shifts, just because I hate staying with my wife, at an apartment complex a good 20 kilometers away from my place. And the work involved sitting in a 2 meters by 2 meters square room all night and just making sure nothing out of the ordinary happened. So now that you know what I do, I still had no keys with me. I needed the key to get back home tomorrow when my wife would have left for her god-forsaken work. “Shit!!” I cursed myself, I will have to go to her office and get the keys back from her. And I hate that place. I look at the door and the door bell, seeking courage, my eyes almost shrinking in horror. I take a step forward to the door and then for some odd reason spin around and walk away from the house.

It was a great night, just a little breeze not too cold. My thin black windcheater would do the job. Adjusting the cap a little, I strolled down my walkway in my usual slow, lethargic manner. Let me tell you a bit about my walk, take a snail and attach a couple of 3 foot legs to them and imagine them walking. A real sight wouldn’t you say. And what more, I walk like a duck; my feet turn inwards as I walk, my shoulders drooping and my hands lying close to limp by my sides. Anyways, not going too much into details of how I walk, I walked past the only car standing in front of my house. It didn’t have much to it. Some stupid car, I never knew much about cars and was never bothered anyways. It was not mine anyways. I had a sudden urge to leave a dent on it, I looked over my shoulders and then down the street just in case anyone else was up. It was past 10 o’clock I wasn’t expecting anyone in my neighborhood to be up at this time, but I still gave a second look and then kicked the car right above the front tire. It left quite a dent and a small thud. I was happy it didn’t make a huge noise. I took a minute to examine my handiwork and with a glee of satisfaction looked at my shoes showing my appreciation to it. It was a good sturdy set of leather boots, not a branded one of course, but a good black one. With a slight chuckle, I removed my left hand from my jeans pocket and looked at the time; I still had enough time to catch the last bus. I gave one last look at the dent and then made my way to the bus stop at the end of the street. I didn’t particularly look at anything while I walked. It was the same old stuff anyways. I walked for about a couple of minutes turned back to see the bus entering the street. “Damn it, it’s early” I said, cursing under my breath and made a dash to the end of the street and crossing the street at the same time. I just made it to the bus stop as the bus pulled over.

I hadn’t run in a while, and the cold didn’t help me in any way. The bus pulled over next to me and the doors swung open, I was still huffing and I glanced upwards to see the bus driver looking at me. ‘What’s with that look?’ I asked myself, he was looking at me as if he had caught a stray dog or something. And I didn’t want any trouble. I just got on the bus, showed him by pass and scanned it through the scanner. No sooner had I done that he revved the engine and started accelerating. The acceleration took me off-guard. It took me a whole minute to get a firm footing on the floor. I looked at him once again, just to be sure, and noticed that he wasn’t concerned about me or my well-being. I didn’t give a damn as well. It took me less than a minute to realize why he had been a little pissed off at me; I was the only passenger on the bus. At the least that was my first impression at that point. It was none of my concern, or was it? I had no idea. I walked carefully using a wide stance and a good support on the railings and headed for the far end of the bus.

It was at that point I noticed a lady, of about 20 or so, sitting at the back of the bus in the most unnoticeable manner. Now that I mention age, I haven’t told you much about me have I? There’s nothing much to know, except for the moment I will let you know that I am a middle-aged man around 30, a thin frame and a decent height. Nothing to either is too proud about or too depressed about. If I were to go in the middle of a crowded street, I would go unnoticed. That is me.

‘Lady’ I said nodding my head in acknowledgement. Such a strange word in all sense isn’t it? For one, I have no idea how any normal people can define a lady from whatever the other term is called. My vocabulary refuses to take any new venture to identify what the other term is or meant. From my experience, I assumed or at least I was made to believe and assume that a lady was a woman of class and carried an air of “a Lady” around her. Huh! Now that makes no sense right. But it all came together the minute I looked at her. Something about her made me say the word and nod my head. I wouldn’t have done it on another day but I did so today. As I passed by her, she gave me one silent look of acknowledgement and then returned to her work, which was doing nothing. I mean she was doing absolutely nothing except stare at her hands which she had on her laps, with her fingers interlocked. If I had know any better, I would have left her at that and proceeded to the end of the bus and occupied a seat. But I had to sit across her.

Monday, June 11, 2007

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

"Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind"

The quote from Alexander Pope's "Eloisa to Abelard"

"How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd."

It’s pretty amazing is it not?
My brother-in-law has a lot to say about it. And my friend when I read this out to her said. "Ahem. I wish I had at least one moment in my life where I live so - With eternal sunshine of the spotless mind."
So much is hidden in that small phrase and every man has sought it for ages.

The more you wonder about this very statement, the more I think about when I will live through at the least one such moment in my life. I still have a lot of time to think about it though.

I mean what does it mean to have “eternal sunshine of the spotless mind”? I need to know. My life has been going on without any real inclination. I go through mundane activities. I go about Recording bits and pieces of those into my memory cells. Well, you don’t expect me to record and remember everything after all. And then that’s about it, the day ends and I still am to set my eyes on that streak of light I want to see.

Will I make it to the end of the tunnel to see light? I do not know yet. But with such little motivation as I have at this point, I don’t think that will ever be reality.

A peace of mind, a moment of tranquility, a stunning silence that dissolves thoughts and a calm breeze of love in its true form; these I need to achieve. The four things I think will give me ‘eternal sunshine of the spotless mind’.

By far, I have yet to look at even one of these. Not all four, but one at a time is what I need, to alleviate the little I go though.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

A smile

I always thought that a smile could bring joy, especially when a small toddler smiles, you know what happens. Any person with even the slightest of humanity can't help but smile back. Some times it brings out giggles and some times a little tear of joy as well.
Is this always what a smile delivers? A hidden truth. Yes!! For most part when you smile you are not smiling for the simple reason of smiling. You either put up a smile to annoy someone; or if you just were cynical enough you give this smile that sends chills down the backbone. A smile to just make sure everyone around you knows that you are around; there is this other smile where you smile for getting recognized. And the fact that there is a smile meant especially for a really happy occasion.

And then there is this smile I recently discovered. A smile that is used to hide emotions. It works well at that as well one might say. I wish I had gone though life without ever having to do one of these. Life isn’t that simple is it?
Guess there is more to a smile that one might ever find out.


Saturday, May 12, 2007


Imagine such a place as drinking paradise. Well this place was not that not to worry. :)

But I remember the night well enough. It was I think the 1st Friday night in May. I was doing nothing special, just came back from lab as usual. I wanted to do something exciting. I buzzed a few friends and nothing... no response from anyone. Yeah, I forgot people were still going through what was called the mid-term week. And it has been more than a year since I had gone through that phase. Well I thought my Friday evening was a bummer. Then I remembered that I had met with Lydia the day before and she had told me to get in t ouch with her so that we could go out and drink. Yeah that was the spirit. And that’s exactly what happened.
So anyways I got in touch with her and we headed out with her friend from Sandiego. We headed out and picked up Robbie and Tanya on the way to this place.
This place was a good 20 min drive away in Laguna Beach. Ah what a place. I think we got there at around 9.00 in the night. Quite early for a Friday night one might say. But the night was worth every minute.
I am not going to go into much detail. But I am just going to tell you what exactly I had. And I am doing all that in order... so here goes.
a. 4- bottles of Heineken beer.
And then the fun part begins.
b. Irish Car Bomb.
I am going to exactly explain each and every drink of mine from now on. :D
SO Irish car bomb: it goes like this. Pour Guinness beer into a tall thick glass and then in a shot glass mix, Bailey's Irish cream and Irish whiskey. Now drop the shot glass into the Guinness glass and dump in all into you. Ah it tasted like chocolate milk with a good kick in it. :D
Well I don't remember or know the taste of the rest of the drinks very well after this point.
c. A coffee shot... damn they made it a little sweet for my taste though.
d. Long Island ice tea. Now everyone knows what’s in it right.
Now is when t he fun part starts. By now I am totally drunk and busted. he he.
e. Sex with an alligator. WOW what a name.
So this is what it had, Melon Liqueur, sweet and sour mix, raspberry Liqueur and Jagermeister. Now I don’t know which order that was poured in or how it was made. But it tasted bloody good.
And I was not done. The last one was the greatest one or the one which made us leave the pub.
f. Red headed slut. Yeah baby.
Peach schnapps, Jagermeister and some cranberry juice mixed well and poured in a shot glass.
Now the same as above, except at that point I know it hit me.

I think we made it back to Lydia's place in one piece; oh yeah on the way to her place we dropped by my place to pick up more whiskey and vodka. I made it back home at close to 5.00 in the morning. Not bad right. And what more I didn't have a bad hangover the next day. I don't know how I managed it.

I just love days like that. Anyone who loves alcohol and a good party time or a great Friday night would.

Try out some of these drinks. I usually refer to when I need to make a good drink.
So have a great time tying these out.

Monday, May 7, 2007


True!! for every vein of a leaf is significant
the fact remains un-tethered and just as majestic;

Be it that or a center of destruction, for it
to give and take is just as significant.

Time and again, I see far away
stretch of time itself lay; no significance.
To the light of heart, time stands
watches with admiration time significant.

For eyes of the needy, that ties
of safety more than significant;
but for the ties, therein the significance
lost in the transition seems unbridled.

I am but of no significance
to you who seeks no refuge; but
within all that which seeks I
strive for being even a speck of significance.


Monday, April 30, 2007

Hot Fuzz

Directed by: Edgar Wright.
Written by: Simon Pegg.

- release 2007.

An absolute english humor relief. Not much effort involved behind the story and the acting. But a well written script that keeps the movie moving, get it.
Simon Pegg himself plays the lead role and along with Nick Frost makes the movie a total riot. The team up once again as they did in 'Shaun of the dead' and try to repeat their success from their last venture which I should say they did.
Simon Pegg plays Angel, a police officer who seems to know "right from wrong" and Nick Frost who plays his official sidekick, Danny, an not so stupid officer who lives in a dream with Keanu Reeves from Point break and Will Smith from Bad boys two play his Ideal cop. He even enacts a couple of scenes from those two movies at one point in this movie.
The story is about a uptight cop, Angel who is transferred to a small village thought to be devoid of any crime and discovers a cohort of crazy old people driven by an obsession to keep the city a safe place (by all means possible) for the greater good. And from there the story just unveils.

A good movie if you want to take a break from exhaustion or overwork.

Rating: 7.5/10.

Saturday, April 28, 2007

Pita sandwich - filling and dressing.

Prep time: 10 min.
Total Time: 30 min.

Ingredients :

1. Pita Bread.
2. For the Filling:
i. Onions - 1/2 medium sized.
ii. Tomato - 1 ripe and fresh small sized.
iii. Green, red, yellow pepper - 1/2 each.
iv. salt, pepper and lime.
3. For the dressing:
i. onions - 1 small sized. (cut finely)
ii. Tomatoes - 3 small sized. (diced)
iii. Red kidney beans - one cup. (pre-boiled)
iv. ginger - small stem.
v. Garlic - one clove.
vi. cinnamon power, cardamom.
vii. salt, paprika, cumin powder and lime.


1. Start with making the Dressing.
a) In a blender, put in onions, tomatoes and the red kidney beans and blend well along with some lime extract. Add at least a cup of water or more to bring it to constancy
b) Once it is evenly blended and is in a puree form, put it in a saucepan and allow it to come to boiling, then add the spices kept aside and salt, paprika to taste.
c) Once the flavor of the spices have infused into the puree, set the saucepan aside. The dressing is done.

2. For the filling.
mix the cut onions, tomatoes, and the peppers together with a tea spoon of salt and pepper.
And squeeze half a lime on top of the mix. And stir once.

3. Cut the pita bread in half and Heat the Pita bread on top of a pan. Once the Pita is soft, open the Pita, carefully (a lot of steam accumulates inside).
4. Apply some butter onto one side of the pita bread insides and cover the bottom side of the insides with a layer of the Pita dressing. Fill with the FIlling to your content and enjoy a nice snack.

You can store the Filling and the dressing in your refrigerator.

Aloo Gobi..

Prep Time: 10 min.
Total time:
45 min.

1. Oil - Canola, sunflower, Olive.
2. Onions - 1 medium sized.
3. cumin seeds - 1tea spoon.
4. Tomato - 2 small sized.
5. Green Chilli's - 4 nice and fresh one.
6. Potato's - 4 medium sized. (diced well and square shaped)
7. Cauliflower - 1 medium sized. (cut in small florets)
8. Turmeric power - 1 tea spoon.
9. Salt and Paprika to taste.
10. Ginger - a small stem.
11. Garlic - 2 small cloves.
12. Garam malasa and cumin malasa.


a) Heat the oil and add cumin seeds to it till it becomes golden brown.
b) Add onions and cook till translucent.
c) Add the chili's and the turmeric powder and salt and Paprika. (salt and paprike can be added later to adjust the taste)
d) Add nicely diced, fresh tomato's and allow it to become well mashed and almost puree like.
e) Add mashed ginger and garlic to this and mix well.
f) Add the diced potato's to the puree and mix well. Add a cup of water, enough to cover the potato's. Cover the lid and let it Boil for 10 minutes and then add the florets of cauliflower to it. Mix well. Allow it to boil for an additional 10 minutes after covering the lid again.
g) Mix well again and add garam masala and cumin power to season. Adjust salt and paprika level. And keep the vessel on low flame till you get the consistency you need.
h) Garnish with fresh Cilantro sprigs.

Comes out real good.
Try it out some time.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Ichi "The Killer" - 1

Directed by - Takashi Miike
- some time in 2001

The very first of Miike's movie I have seen and he has sent a very very difficult standard. "The gold standard for goriness". My god, it makes me wonder what in god's name he was thinking when he made the movie.
A movie totally based on
masochism... for further clarification, people in this movie actually enjoy getting beaten up or having their hands, legs, tongue, eyes, and well private parts pulled or cut out or even getting killed for that matter. (eyyyyucckkkk) sorry only expression I could pull out from my known dictionary. Well I have always been interested in Japanese films, but this one.. pushed the limits.. of Sanity.
The story is not very complex, a simple story starting off with this perverted guy who gets excited when killing or hitting other people. And a group of people who use him as a tool to kill. Whats more annoying than the story itself, can be describe as the gang leader (Kikihara), who has this weird fetish for piercings. I don't want to explain more (use your imagination) he tries to pierce a guy to death. And has a weird mouth to top it off. His mouth opens as wide as a freaking shit-pot.
Not many scenes that is worth remembering.
Anyways not the greatest movie's but one with some good directing and editing.

Rating: Normal People - 6/10.
Wierd people sense - 8/10.


Directed by : Radha Mohan.
Music By: Vidhyasagar.
- Feb, 2007.

One of greatest movies I have seen after a really long time. And once, any normal person watching the movie realizes that a movie where not so much effort is been put into the movie by individual effort can still make an amazing piece. Let it be the usually overacting PrakashRaj (Vijay), or usually not so great Swarnamalya (Sheela), or Jyothika (Archana) (though recently her acting has been really brilliant). Each playing a subtle role for once. And even the small players like the professor (a character) and the apartment manager play a important role in holding the movie together.
Prithwiraj (Karthik) plays his role like wearing a pair of trousers (i meant as casual as that). Though I must say; on one or two situations he overacts and it strays a little away from what is needed. Come on no man is so perfect. -- In the scene where the Professor barges in with the situation of Indira Gandhi being shot when Karthik is like pleading to Archana, I mean any normal human would make a face and get angry and not that he is totally passive person as well cause, in this other scene after a few roles, in the restaurant after his proposal with Archana and all, he shouts on top of his voice and with lots of anger in it. Its really contradictory.
Well anyways. The story line is very very simple. A nice romantic comedy to start of with and then maintains the comedy part a little towards the later end thanks to Prakash raj. Prakash Raj for all his acclaimed acting abilities hadn't done much justice to his acting recently. But this movie should be an eye-opener not only to film critics but also to him. He should start realizing that acting is not about shouting and making weird faces. Hats off to him for this role.
Swarnamalya can take a few things from this movie back home, I might say. Not many supporting actresses in Tamil industry do a good role. But Swanamalya fit in perfectly and does an amazing job.
Jyothika as Archana, played her part with panache, carrying it to the end. No way faltering it in the end as one might expect. The part where she appreciates music by her eye coordination and feeling the vibrations may be a little over exaggerated but hell I am not a non-biased judge for that am I.
All said and done, you don't see a movie like this one coming by every year. I hadn't watched this movie till recently. Not until my Mom (a little about her,,, firstly she never watches movies, even more she never says any movie is worth watching ever, I mean EVER) said this movie was great. That sums it up, doesn't it?
Finally, something that puts all of these factors together is the music, not heavy at any point. I mean - I don't get to blast my eardrums out for once, the music in itself is poetry. And yes, they use tamil in the songs; FINALLY .. he he. Even the background score is subtle and melodious... no head banging music. SPB sings a song in quite a while and as ever his voice is as smooth.
When you get a chance, a must watch movie according to me.

Rating: 8.5/10.