Well , last week I was (un)lucky enough to get tickets for the movie "Shivaji "..

People who know me may wonder why I say (Un)lucky enough ..though am a all time fan of the super star......

 

I wanted to see the movie on the first day itself but luck was not in my favour and I got tickets only on the 4th day :(

Me , Srini and my bro along with a friend of srini went to mayajaal.The theater was screening 21 shows of the movie per day.

We were able to get tickets only for the second row from the screen...........

 

There started the pain.......Also the theater was projecting the movie in 4 screens simultaneously with the same film thereby reducing the projection speed to a great extent :(

 

Then came the most awaited intro song for our super star "Balelakka"....To my disappointment Rajini was dancing in a slow motion.

At that time I didnt realise that its because of the theater , I was very disappointed and was telling srini that rajini has grown old and it is high time he stops acting ....(Sorry thalaiva.....thappa solliten )

 

Finally after seeing the movie ,  I came home disappointed ....

The very next day I happened to see the same song in some satellite channel..to my surprise the super star was as active as ever in the song...

Later when I enquired my friends around I got the real mistake I did by watching the movie in that theater.................

 

Now , am all set for a really great second round of the movie in a class theater , to enjoy the super star...............

 

 

 

But still I feel that , this is neither a "Rajini " Movie nor a "Shankar's" , hence disappointing both their fans to some extent ...........

 

 

 

Ever Since I read this poem (I think in my 7th Standard) , this is my favourite poem till now.

I love this poem , especially the last 4 lines .....

Hats Off to Rober Frost !!!!

 

 

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

 

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

 

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

 

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

My mother used to ask me what is the most important part of the body. Through the years I would take a guess at what I thought was the correct answer. When I was younger, I thought sound was very important to us as humans, so I said, “My ears, Mommy.”
    She said, “No. Many people are deaf. But you keep thinking about it and I will ask you again soon.”
    Several years passed before she asked me again.  Since making my first attempt, I had contemplated the correct answer.  So this time I told her, “Mommy, sight is very important to everybody, so it must be our eyes.”
    She looked at me and told me, “You are learning fast, but the answer is not correct because there are many people who are blind.”
    Stumped again, I continued my quest for knowledge and over the years, Mother asked me a couple more times and always her answer was, “No. But you are getting smarter every year, my child.”
    Then last year, my grandpa died. Everybody was hurt. Everybody was crying. Even my father cried. I remember that especially because it was only the second time I saw him cry. My Mom looked at me when it was our turn to say our final goodbye to Grandpa. She asked me, “Do you know the most important body part yet, my dear?”
    I was shocked when she asked me this now. I always thought this was a game between her and me. She saw the confusion on my face and told me, “This question is very important. It shows that you have really lived in our life. For every body part you gave me in the past, I have told you were wrong and I have given you an example why. But today is the day you need to learn this important lesson.”
    She looked down at me as only a mother can. I saw her eyes well up with tears. She said, “My dear, the most important body part is your shoulder.”
    I asked, “Is it because it holds up my head?”
    She replied, “No, it is because it can hold the head of a friend or a loved one when they cry. Everybody needs a shoulder to cry on sometime in life, my dear. I only hope that you have enough love and friends that you will always have a shoulder to cry on when you need it.”
    Then and there I knew the most important body part is not a selfish one . It is sympathetic to the pain of others. People will forget what you said. People will forget what you did. But people will NEVER forget how you made them feel.