Pampered we live, life giving us the best.
But what we take from thy, puts her to rest
Shall we thrive to ignite a mind
Of a passion, thou shall see kind
Off I go, to sleep
Hoping never to weep
For the path we tread
Is I doubt the path we need
Motorists emerging out of nowhere, from pocket roads, from the blind spot of your ORVM or from God knows where, with just one motto in their mind, body and soul- show the utmost despise to make your day pathetically remorseful for having had the thought of taking your car out of the garage.
Well, Chennai roads have a lot of lessons to offer. The patience that is upheld when the bikers ram into the teeny weeny gaps between the cars, the self control while ramming the brakes while someone pops into the road from somewhere and the nonchalant face while autowallahs jeer on the face.
The raging mobbing of the traffic comes to a halt at the red signal where hawkers and beggars throng onto the windshield of the car to get their business done.
Beggars with sunken paleness and grief stricken eyes knock on the window glass for some change. As you spare a thought to spare some change, you would see contempt on their faces as the expectation from you rises as you graduate from a bike to a car to a bigger car. If the size of the coin is too small, the curses muttered under the breath would bestow upon you and your 9 generations, sinister afterlives in hell.
Hawkers and peddlers of wares set in their sales pitch. An acceptance means you are poorer by 50 rupees and you now own a thing that is only priced at 20rs even at the biggie store. A denial from your side is surely to set you back atleast by a grand- the hawker’s frustration is often blurted out as scratching with something on the metallic surface of the vehicle’s body.
Surviving all these would tire you more than your day at office!
As we exit, we are sure, the 2 year course that started off with us as exemplars, will be taken to greater heights.
The retreat at Ideal Beach Resort was worth its weight in gold. The ambience, the programs planned, the menus set, everything deserves an applause.
A dinner would have sufficed, and maybe top it up with some impromptu act that any one could have pulled up- that would have made a decent farewell. But you stepped it up by a giant leap, burning midnight oil and sipping cups of coffees to devise plans, to give us a farewell, befitting the most luckiest seniors.
I have to thank you all, on behalf of the batch for the pomp and splendor you infused in the act of camaraderie.
Ambi and Sudarshan, you guys were awesome as the hosts on stage.
The girl who sang the Rock On song,
I shall call you thee
For I do know thy name is Ridhima
You swept a wave of bliss across the hearts
Kaushal and Siddharth, you two, too put up a great show!!! Timings, man!! Respect!!
The Video team, the coordination team, the ‘this’ team, the ‘that’ team, the whole team…
The Farewell video left us spellbound. The hard work behind this deserves mention.
Who else, other than you could think of giving us a souvenir of the most cherished picture of the 2 years, framed and wrapped to cherish the memories!!!
I have no words to say,
You have won a place in the heart to stay
Loved your efforts
Love you all
Enough of being nice,
I shall cast off the garb
And pull a leg of the Mamalla
Or maybe two!!
We taught them to be awesome. They taught us what awesomeness was.
Anyways, Mamallas, here you go!
The winners of the Wall of Fame- the acts that you did on stage were awesome. But what took you there were the acts in the 2 years. Those were more awesome, I should say.
Mr Vikas ‘Pole Dance’ Sharma, you taught the world what seduction meant. Did you know that you gave the strippers a run for their money??
Srini Mama, you were awesome as always. Do you have pins and needles under your toe? Drenched that little Ambi and danced when not needed.
The roommates actually forgot the whole thing called pole dance. I know you people are rigid as the pole should be, and hence swayed the sh!t out of it (him)
Varun and Nambi, you did set the floor on fire!!
The food needs mention. It was amazing. I remember seeing people seen as excited as a 5 year old in a candy shop, on seeing the well laid-out sumptuous spread.
We had fun. Loads and loads.
You etched memories of a lifetime.
You carved out a slice of our world as we part
You did everything you could
And gratitude with which we say,
We love you all!!!
Jilla explored the hearts of the masses only to excavate high hope-dipped disappointment.
With 2 stalwarts adorning the crest of the movie, the story should have been crafted for sheer exuberance of talent. Jilla depicted how talent of the Indian pinnacle of acting, Mohanlal was wasted to its core.
With too many songs and many uninteresting sequences, the movie undertakes a vicious cycle of events, a never ending loop of unnecessary stuff.
Illayathalapathy Vijay was impressive with his charming smile but nothing out of the world. His acting seemed just way too common, the mass masala flavored one. His timing and flair for comedy has deteriorated over the years. Neason’s attempt to portray the policeman Vijay was nothing but sheer mockery for the whole police force. With the transformation to show what a police officer ought to be, Vijay’s mannerisms shows how a police officer should not be sans the sanctity of his mission.
Smoking and abusing was what Mohanlal’s role confined to. Portrayed as a don, Mohanlal’s Shiva would have opened doors of classic acting to Tail cinema, had the script had a better yielding character for him. A clear deviation from the Georgekuttys of the world, the paradigm shift of Lalettan from Dhrishyam to Jilla calls for utter disappointment for him to have chosen the script.
Kajal Agarwal was pretty on screen showing less skin and more khakhi. Merely used as a pretty prop to extend the duration of the movie, she was either seen making faces to Vijay or sporting that smile.
Of the other actors who shared screen space with the trio, antagonist Sampath steals the show with a small but effective portray of ruthlessness. Soori was cracking witty remarks that failed to induce nothing more than a curve of lips.
Direction, editing, songs etc. etc. has nothing to boast about. Too many songs spoiled the mood as the movie, if devoid of its extensions could have well be curtailed the movie to less than 150 minutes.
Verdict: A mass masala movie for Vijay fans. Expect nothing during the 182 minutes inside the theatre- then its Paisa Vasool.