'1000-TUSKERS' STRENGTH, in Mind & Body

After a pretty long time am greatly impressed by a trailer of a tamil movie. its gautam's yet another promising product called "vaaranam aayiram" which means the strength of thousand elephants!! this Trailer made me to smell the glimpses of Tom Hanks' greatest movie "forrest gump". it excited me even more! as the news was that the outline of this movie was said to be supposedly inspired from hollywood's forrest gump with the Indian flavour.
Harris was awesome in this song too... though it seemed repeated from his own back, rather an inspired/copied peice of music.../wateva the song sounds great!! this story is said to revolve around a man's life through all his phases. Being a fan of surya its a splendid sight for me to catch him up in refreshingly different roles rather styles like a youngster, adolescent, soldier, lover, and a beard guy with a cap. out of them all i loved the old man out look of surya!
tat looked gr8 and portrayted the depth of this movie...
I beleive every man aspires to be in possession of 1000 elephant's strength... both in mind and body! Gautam is clever enough to pick such a beautiful title.
Expecting another nayagan/heyram... but.. lets wait and watch this september...
Hope this flick stands out to be a classic for ages to come...

as of now check out this promising trailer...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fXeOtuRHgrU

Out of Darkness

Away she goes from the shore to the sea. Those waters rushed back and forth every now and then, from the sea to the shore, creating a sizzling melody through the windy airs. Now the time is 30 minutes passed 12 on that dark, human less, cold windy night. Darkness prevailed predominantly on that edge of the sea. That cold coastal Shore seemed to be the place for any lone-lover to hang out. If u imagine eliminating the darkness from the scene it would have been a great natural vista even superior to your illusions.

Suddenly out of the black came a man gasping and panting. His desperation was obvious through his eyes. I believe eyes have got the incredible power to portray a man’s virtues despite scenarios. And those dark eyeballs of that strange Gaucha-like guy were as black as that beach. They were ferocious and valorous. He seemed like a gangster in his early 40’s who doesn’t even have an iota of fear. He was strong, wearing a white vest covered by a black blazer, a black striped trouser and again a black untidy pair of shoes. His face was pale with an uncombed brown hair. He looked very tired with minor wounds and injuries all over but his face was stubborn and showed no sign of fear. Literally speaking I even wonder this lad would have had his existence in a far different world where there is nothing called FEAR. Evidently he is having a pace reducing phase of a breathtaking run as to be more precise for u guys to guess, blood was splashed all through his attire.

The man lolloped through the beach slowly letting the shore waters to kiss his shoes. He looked invincible with a Taurus PT145 – pistol in his right hand, which also swayed because of the pretty loose grip. Gradually his pace reduced which consequently lead his kneels, toes, hands and the gun to feel the beach-sand’s chillness. He fell off on the ground 60% deliberately and the remaining out of weary. His stubborn face started to shrink and got changed for the first time since his advent into the scene. With enormous pain in his mind for the first time in his life he burst out with tears. “Harryyyyyyyy…………….”, a voice yodeled inside his head.

The man was sobbing continuously, very weird for his stature.
The yodel on his head was never seemed to be stopping.
He went back in time to correlate his thoughts with the yodel.
He remembered that deadly incident happened exactly 5 hours before. That’s where his beloved friend Mark Taylor was slaughtered brutally. The slayer being David Carleone’s family, the arch rivals of Durdens’ in the underworld of Spain. The quarrel between the two Don families was imminent any time since last week as the uncouth Carleones’ were envy of Durdens’ and they were on the look out for trouncing them, despite the peace talks to flex their nerves. As this man is the uncrowned sovereign of the entire Madrid city Dons for over a decade. He is the man of our tale too. Ladies and gentlemen,

The name is DURDEN…HE IS HARRY DURDEN.

Durden was weeping continuously as his thoughts
went through his four decades of life. Remember, every man has got his breaking point at some instant of his life and even Durden too is not an exception as now he is into that part.

The rise of this man extends from a little brat thrown out on the Madrid streets to the Spanish underworld GODFATHER. Durden replenished his life’s different phases through his mind. He remembered his early days, left out by his begetters with the days of hunger. His teen phase of getting along with Taylor and his father, the times of filthy-games with Taylor on city streets. Then it’s the rise of marauding mobsters, affair with Taylor’s sister Suzan, who later became his wife, advent of the Durdens’ family and reaching the throne –the power – finally phase of being THE GODFATHER itself. Durden’s life is an untold history.

Through all the phases of Durden’s life Taylor was there for him. Now he is no more. He felt to the core the pain of death.

He realized how heartbreaking it is to bid adieu once for all for someone with great affection and love like Taylor. Mark deserved every drop of tear that the man of our tale shed.

Durden sobbed like a little boy stamping his pistol persistently
on the sand as fast as he can as he had no other way of showing his anger. Durden was totally fed up. He reproached with all the killings and deaths through out his life time. For the first time in life he became conscious of the real value of a soul, as now his soul yearns for his friends’.

Durden realized how precious a life would be for their dear ones. The man of our tale is now maturing himself into a enigmatic phase of his life. As he cruised along the entire mystery that he had revealed so far in his life he found that it lacked the sole purpose. As Durden was stamping his pistol on the ground he deliberately let it free out of his hands’ grip. And away she goes from the shore to the sea washed along with the waters. Durden stopped crying finally as his face changed to his earlier version depicting his power and valor.

The Man of our tale started to walk out of the dark to explore the real GODFATHER in himself. Durden brushed aside his mind’s darkness as the Sun raised revealing the beauty of the world!

Harry Durden had the walk of his life!

The Man of our tale revived his style,

To carry on with his untold history,

Revealing his life’s wonderful mystery.

This tale of our Man, Harry Durden has not got any omega! This might sound obscure. But really its just an alpha for the real Godfather’s history!

And even now those waters never stopped. Away she goes from the shore to the sea.

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[all characters portrayed in this story were imaginary and any resemblance of any person all around the world is purely coincidence.]

All Rights reserved. Copyrights owned by Hari Prasad ©2008

Photo version of my poem...

scribblin after quite a long time... thought of writin a socialistic story again...
changed ma mind at the last moment to bring out this!!

When someone is in your mind...

When someone is in your mind

When u see a whirling wind--

Like the sun that rises in the east,

She will rise in my life in the dawn;

Unlike the look of a darken beast,

But she’ll be like a born baby’s yawn;

As Rahman’s mesmerizing music,

Her beauty will make you sick;

As a lovely cold breeze,

Just by her look my mind will ease;

Looking back the moments with her,

I would realize heaven was there.

Its not because of her

Beautiful bright eyes of ocean,

Its not for her silky dark hair,

Not cos of her fair and softy skin,

But my breezy fairy

Has something heavenly, impeccable,

That makes me incapable,

To admire even someone palpable.

My soul yearns to me every day,

To be in love with her all day,

To feel her breeze every day;

Like a slow motion frame

Of a Maniratnam’s movie,

My lonely roads without her,

Will make me damn heavy .

My girl wont speak much,

As flowers cant;

My fairy has no words,

But not her heart;

My lady opened up through her eyes,

And only then she was wise,

As the Pablo’s dazzling art .
She dint utter any word,

Not even a word;

She dint gave any clue,

Not even one;

She dint opened her mouth,

But she spoke.

--When u see a whirling wind

When someone is in your mind

Feelin the Bite of Reality...

Me n ma fren were on to our usual drive out to chill around on tat pretty cold evening. Really we felt very exhausted tat friday as both of us were busy with our usual endeavours added with a bit more works on previous weekdays. Thought of hangin around on 1 of our usual roamin spot. Me reached trichy jus tat day’s sunny hot aft noon frm ma coll in karaikudi. We both started frm my fren’s house on his bike.

I had the drive wit my fren in the back chatting thro mobile wit his girl fren…oops sorry a fren who s a gal. after 10 minutes we reached the spot tat is nothing but an old bridge built across the river cauvery shortly called as CB. Parked the bike near the platform n started to walk.He was really excited as he had is date tat day morning wit his fren-ho-s-a-gal. He was sharing with me his lovly tym n his chatin with tat gal. he shared almost evry thin with me I suppose n as usual v had lotsa fun. And I realized how tru is Einstein’s perspective!!! As he said once in a interview regardin thory of relativity ,

” even a minute before a hot stove wud b lik years.. but sittin b4 a gal even a day wud b lik a minute… n tats relativity”!! wow!! Wat a genius he is to predict my fren’s(almost al young men I suppose) feeling even b4 my fren was born…J I admire tis absent minded professor for all his deeds n comedies.

I feel som 4 things r enough to pass ur tym wit gr8 fun. A pleasant evening, pretty cool breeze, a nice long walk way wit som cuties, and a sharing chat wit the fren by ur side!!!... n CB really had al the 4 to hit the top spot of my fun tym tat day. v both almost crossed the other side as he stopped the chat and started to show me his pics tat he had taken thro his mobile. Hmm..the pics seemed pretty cool. We were now walkin on the middle of the walk way platform. We had a halt ther and leaned ourselves on tat old wall built on the bridge’s sides. Both had some scilence and felt the noisy horns blowin from the crossin cars n buses which created a rhythm on tat old bridge, even gud enough for makin our bodies to feel tat.

Suddenly v both tunred to our left wher a shoutin came from,” sundal…. Sundal….” . its nothing but a little boy was nearing on us wit big stainless stell bucket in his hand full of sundal packets wrapped in paper. He was black, small n short, as the bucket in his hand was tall enough to reach his hip. He was wearin a half slack shirt n a three fourth trousers with lotsa stichings n had no slippers. In short he reminded me of a typical poor south Indian boy from the slums.

He came near us n said, “ annay sundal vangika nay… inaiku notu vanganum nay…

Illaena nalaiki miss adipanga nay…”wit a pretty low tone.(which means, brother pls buy a snck pack cos I need to buy a note for ma class else ma teacher vil screw me tomorrow..) .

At tat moment I was moved in heart n had no words… my thoughts was jus wavering around many stuffs. They were,

why the heck god created thes sorta discrimination between men n tat a poor little child who seems to b a main bread winner of his his damn big family…

wat the hell the boy’s begoters’ were doin leavin tis boy wit tis damn business sparin him not even a gud early edu…

I had my thinkings more centerin on god’s damn discrimination even for a little child who has not even seen some 8 years of world… I dunno why god left even little children in adversity whom he loved the most!!!

All thes were revolvin around ma mind for a moment. n Now I jus brushed aside ma thoughts and had a look at tat boy, still searchin for som words to open up ma mouth.

My fren too was yet to utter ny word n looked at me. I gathered al the reasons n meanings of his face at tat instant as all best frens wud do. He turned to the boy n asked him,

“ wats ur name..?wat ru studying?…”

“muthalagan…6^th std in gov boys high sec school…” wit his voice raisin a bit as his face, added wit a hungry tone.

“hmm… oh.. okay.. why r u into tis… wat abt ur parents?…” askd ma fren.

“my father fell down from the false pillar on which he was workin two months ago n got his leg broken n he was admitted in gov hospital… and mother too was sick but she was onto her work in som houses…So I need to sell all thes snacks out here to earn our daily bread…” the boy shared with pain, pausing at times in the middle wit typical cute little boy’s words in tamil.

Me n ma fren had a look again each other, thro which v conveyed our meanings.

A short pause b4 ma fren asked his next question to him… “do u hav any siblings??”

“…hmm..s I hav a one elder brother studying 10 th n a elder sister who stopped her studies…. She was very weak in her studies n so my mama stopped her from goin to school…” he replied again wit a childish slum tamil slang.

“oh… then… how well do u study..??” ma fren asked..

“hmm.. very well… I got 5^th rank in halfyearly…” he said wit pride.

“Oh… tats gr8 da…”… he replied n turned to me n askd “machi … enna pannlam??...”(which means…”hey buddy…wat can v do??!!..” ). He dint wait for ma reply n said to tat boy…”hey I tell u a mobile number u note it down n call me tis nov15th… ok”..

As he said he turned to right and got a pen frm a loiterer and wrote his mobile num on a small thrown away snack wrapper and gave it to the boy sayin….

“ u hav to call me on nov 15^th …ok?? Don’t forget !!

n study well… so then wat u wanna becom..?”

“ I want to b a doctor..” the boy replied, as he folded tat paper n kept on his pocket, wit a smile.

Then my fren explained him the difficulties of a poor little slum boy to bcom a doctor with no strong medical back grounds. He askd him to throw away this idea wanted to dream of bcomin a engineer.
(I dunno y evry little Indian child dreams to bcom a doctor durin their primary schoolin… n I bet 8 out of ten child wil reply to bcom a doctor wen askd abt their aim).
He xplained the difficulties of a medical student n tat too a poor faces in today’s scenario to tat boy n also got his residence address. The boy was curious to knw abt wat he gonna do to him on nov15th. My fren replied jus to call him on nov 15 th n see wat happens. The little boy signed off shoutin again sundal…sundal…

My fren then turned to me and said.

“ its worth nothing to giv him som money now out of pity da.. we need to try something else on a bigger scale.”

We had a short pause n continued to walk. As we r about to reach the bike I said

“ dey machi… its really painful to see thes two extremes in life…I really dunno y the heck god has allowed such hardships in a tiny little heart da…one side guys were havin fun n njoyin their lif lavishin money lik nythin n here tis poor chap hasn’t even got some money to spare for his class notebook… its really annoyin to feel the bite of reality da….
Reality sux to the core!!! Temporary solutions r not gonna meet the needs of these lakhs of poor under preveiledged children of our country right now da… v young men hav to think abt tis n come out wit a solution…”, I finished in tamil as we sat on the bike n went off with a refreshin spark in our minds showin off the shine of Patriotism.

adiyae kolluthay......