What is the nationality of the baby born in sky?

Recently a Kerala woman gave birth to a baby on flight. A lucky angel indeed. Now the boggling question is what citizenship does the child get? Firstly, we have to understand that the place of birth and citizenship are not entirely the same. Before deriving a conclusion, let's have a look at the news report.

High-flier at birth
New Delhi, June 18 (PTI): 

He is a born frequent flier - a baby boy, born today 35,000 feet above the Arabian Sea on a Jet Airways plane, has received a free lifetime pass from the airline as his first gift.
Flight 9W 569 had taken off from Dammam in Saudi Arabia for Kochi in Kerala at 2.55am today. While it was still over the Arabian Sea, an expectant mother on board went into premature labour. The crew declared a medical emergency and diverted the Boeing 737 with 162 passengers to Mumbai.
The cabin crew requested on the public announcement system for a doctor to come forward. But since there was none travelling on the flight, a nurse volunteered to help deliver the child along with the airline staff.
After the plane landed in Mumbai, the mother and the baby were rushed to a hospital and were said to be doing well, according to the airline.

As the baby was born over the Arabian Sea, (thus claiming to no nation) the citizenship is decided where the airlines is registered, under the 1961 Convention on the Reduction of Statelessness. In this case, Jet airways is an Indian airline. And India hasn't signed to the Convention.

According to the Ministry of Home affairs - Govt. Of India there is no such law stating such an acquisition of Indian citizenship.

Assuming both the parents are Indians, they can apply for the citizenship of India both By Descent (Section 4) within a year by registering the baby's birth at an Indian consulate and By Registration (Section 5 (1)). 

And there is no International Aviation law where an airline is obligated to provide a lifetime free pass to a baby born in-flight. The complimentary move by Jet airways is heartily appreciated.


-Lohithaksha Sreedharan


Reference links: Wikipedia
                            PTI
                            indiancitizenshiponline.nic.in

Adieu Madam Chief Minister!

Amidst this patriarchal society. There was a Lady whom men feared and women admired, conquering the throne twice - consecutively despite the hatred, and her name will go down the history. 

J Jayalalitha, she is the one woman I've always admired, despite the allegations against her. I never understood the fondness for MGR or Jayalalitha, people considered them as Gods much more than hero worship.  Vaadhiyar, Amma were not just titles. I realized when I started visiting few places in Tamilnadu and when I finally moved to Chennai. 

Firstly, a village in Trichy, women there consider Amma as their own mothers. My neighbor who hails from there, asked me, show me one woman who can break through all these stereotypes and emerge victorious in this patriarchal society, ministers mostly men bowed down to her, they feared her. The position she attained is not an easy journey. 

It didn't bother me, her being hospitalized, but after seeing her in that iced box and the fact that she's no more, I'm a bit moved. TN will miss her. I was born on the same day MGR was born. During my school days in Bangalore, every b'day, the first thing I hear is MGR songs, his photos with garlands. I was perplexed, after all these years? And that too in a different state? Why do you people love him so much. 

And another incident was the prev TN election, I was in my 10th grade. I was traveling from some place to my home in bus, the evening newspaper was being distributed, and an old guy was running through that traffic of Bangalore holding the newspaper shouting "Amma da, puratchi thalaivi" the TN election results were out. 

Even today you can see the aged street hawkers and vendors having portraits of MGR right next to the photos of their deities. Whether it's right or wrong is debatable and I don't support their party either. And now it gradually starts to make sense. Why after ages people still vote for that party, why so much love for their leaders. But I know one thing for sure, History will never repeat again.

Tamilnadu will miss you Madam Chief Minister.

-Lohithaksha S

A Theist by choice

Dear Atheists,

Of late I've been seeing more Atheistic posts than religious. Now I don't know who is more obsessed about the fact of existence of God, Theists or Atheists.

See the point is this. Theists are not dumb ppl. Even Dr APJ was a religious person and so was the Genius mathematician Sir Srinivasa Ramanujan. Dr. Kalam knows more science than we all do. Why wasn't he influenced by your science-is-factual-not-religion posts? Now are you gonna argue that he isn't a scientist at all? Stop using science alone as your weapon. Even "Big bang theory" isn't proved yet.

If you're annoyed by the religious quotes and posts, the theists can be equally annoyed by atheistic posts but most of them ignore for good. And so should Atheists? You're pissed off when somebody talks about religion 'cause it contradicts your BELIEF (that there's no God) then how do you tell Theists to shut up when YOU contradict their beliefs? Theists have their own reasons to follow their religion. You don't have to follow or agree to them but respect their choice.

Most of our parents are Theists, especially our Mothers. Try changing them and convincing them. If you can't start the change at your home how can you expect to change the society?

I've seen in Instagram and other social network profiles -  wearing "An Athiest" as a badge in their bio. Would you react the same if Theists put up "A Hindu, Muslim, Christian etc" in their bio, taking pride in identifying themselves? Wouldn't you term them as dangerous nonsecular? Atheists don't want religion and people identifying themselves as a sect? Why? People hurt each other in order to protect their beliefs and their own sect. Is Atheism heading in the same direction nowadays? I fear in a few years they'll form a new sect. And it would be all the same. And there would be no point of being an Atheist.

Let us follow our own beliefs until we're not banging Gita or Quran on your face and preaching. Not all Theists preach and fight each other for their religion, we believe for our own reasons and follow without having to prove others that we're right. Religion is a parallel track, a part of our life not our entire life. We're not obsessed with it and we do carry on with other things in life like all Atheists do. Why can't Atheists stop proving that only they're right? Who's imposing now?

And yes I'm a Theist, I respect Atheists and other religions. I'm not trying to protect my sect because I was born into such a family. I follow my religion by my own choice. My parents are Theists too but never imposed religious beliefs on me but they taught me humanity comes first.

In short, being a Theist doesn't make one dumb or being an Atheist makes one smart. Respect everyone's beliefs. Peace.

-Lohithaksha Sreedharan 

The Fractals - book review

THE FRACTALS
  by Shanti Chitra

Title: The Fractals (2016)
Genre: Fiction
Author: Shanti Chitra

"Her themes strive to stir and disturb the tranquility and monotony of life" describes her bio. You'll immediately agree when you read this novel. It revolves around the unspoken world of women in our society and also about the men who seem to complete it. This is the story of yet another family made up of friends, colleagues and relatives. Whose stories are unheard or rather not disclosed, who aren't bound to the society and given up on their happiness, the essential element in one's life. The characters are consciously etched with socio-cultural backstory. Aeons of women's suffering is questioned her barriers and potentials are brought to light but never there is the usage of word "feminist". Breaking the taboo. The "what ifs" and "why not" will turn into "yeah that's not wrong". Her anger is vented out which tumbles out as words seeking revenge. Plenty of questions may arise. 

The relationship, love, desire, lust, affection is it temporal or eternal? Relative or unconditional? Should it be expressed be expressed to one person alone? forever? How powerful is love? who created it? The mankind? was it bestowed by nature? How often is it misinterpreted and misunderstand? Does it take age, gender, sex, creed into consideration? Does the pleasures of human beings adulterate it? How broadminded are we? Are we ready to accept our loved ones being different? Do we give them their space or ridicule them? Is it wrong even if they don't harm or hurt anyone or disturb their lives?  Why do we brand others? in what basis? Who are we to blame? Is it right or wrong? Dutiful or sinful? who are we to judge? Is it relative too?

Should the society and family decide who he/she should spend his/her life with? It is a disturbing journey in a fantasy land. The perspectives may strongly differ. Yet the Author will put you in a state of dilemma. Referring to excerpts from the ancient texts along with its meaning put into life scenarios and connecting the readers by the usage of Tamil words and making the journey through pages delightful as the essence of a language is lost partly in translation. Morality and reality may seem like parallel tracks leading to a same point. The characters may question you or leave you disturbed. But can assure you'll have a pleasingly unpleasant experience.

- Lohithaksha Sreedharan  

To know more visit: https://www.facebook.com/The-Fractals-1108196082552707/

SELF-MOTIVATION is the key... master key.

Self-motivation is nothing but clapping for your own achievements. We naturally get motivated when others appreciate for the work we do, likewise we can use the opportunity of encouraging ourselves which comes at no cost. So stop grumbling when none notices or appreciates your hard work. This can be achieved by simple things. Praise yourself! Stand in front of the mirror and admire yourself and take some time to appreciate your skills, say you are the best and you can achieve your dream. Wave aside the stage fear! Motivate yourself and attempt! Whether you succeed or fail doesn’t matter.

You could have heard that every advice consists of this “Never compare yourself with others.” Instead I’d say COMPARE! But with people weaker than you, your talents, economy, physical ability etc. And feel contented that you are blessed with those gifts which many don’t have. Rather than comparing yourself with people higher than your standard, economy etc. I can assure you that the person you compare yourself with doesn’t possess few skills that you do. And never degrade others or yourself. When you don’t praise or yourself, how do you expect others to appreciate you?

Set up a goal you want to achieve, be keen on it, and above all of it have the will power and a strong mind-set that you can achieve it. As quoted in Bhagavad Gita, “Yadhbhavam thadhbhavathi” – “As you think so you become.” It’s quite true. And there goes another verse “What you cannot visualize you cannot achieve.” Set up your own set of imaginary fans and visualize the scenario that you had achieved your lifelong dream. Feel the pleasure, if it truly happens? What more you need. Now come out of your imaginary world and strive hard to achieve it. As DR.APJ Abdul Kalam said “Dream is not the thing which you see when you sleep, it is the thing which does not let you sleep.”

When you fail in achieving it at the first time, don’t back down. Feel empowered that you have at least tried to achieve it, but failed. So what? You have attempted and experimented it and you almost tasted success. Now you are a PRO! And now you know the route to success, build your own map; reject the obstacles and wrong paths you encountered. So you are now ready to set a milestone in history! At least in self-motivation you don’t need the help of others. Hence forth motivate yourself in order to succeed.

Believe me this mantra works!

(This article was written in my 12th grade, and was published in my school magazine)

-Lohithaksha Sreedharan

On account of Teachers' day

It is inevitable to control our mind taking us to our school days when we hear “Teachers’ day”. Those special occasions for teachers by us students felt like a whole day of free-periods. But as we pass to higher classes and once in college, the role for teacher is the same but takes different terms: lecturers, HODs, professors, faculty etc. And we wholly consider them as staff. But at times we lose the connectivity with a teacher and the sole reason is grading system and judging the students based on their marks obtained.

We are so held up with our life and career, we hardly take a moment to think of how we became the person we are today. Who made us what we are. Who moulded us. Students from all walks of life, they made us noticeable and marketable in the society. Either you are a marble or a mountain rock, they sculpted us.
The sculptors may not be much famous than the sculptures. But at the end of the day, it feels contented to be the creator and taking the pride.

Now let us go chronologically. During our kindergarten teachers taught us how to hold our pencils and also not to bite it. They taught us how to write in the four-lines notebook. They taught us to draw. They taught us the language, manners and moral values. Like a mother teaches to her offsprings. They evolved us from kids to teens. She is selfless.

In the high-school they taught us literature, poetry, art, science, math, history and sports which are all necessary to understand the world and make a revolution, to innovate, to create. They give us the power to think, question, make and stand up against the odds. These are the actual benefits of education and not just the content of the books.

As we move on to higher classes, they are more like a friend to us. They teach us what we must know apart from the books. What is hidden. How the facts we learn are adulterated and what the society doesn’t want us to know. They teach us why attraction to opposite sex is normal, the hormone play in us. The values of life and the willpower to tackle all the problems. They share their experience of how they crossed their stage of student life and how precious it is and why we must seize it.
We would have come across all sorts of teachers: the ones who are extremely charming, ones who just read out from the book, one who hardly touches the books but commands the attention of the class, one who teaches innovatively, one who gives imposition to make us learn, one who has a grudge on us, one who teaches apart from the books, one who doesn’t even teach what’s in the book, one who punishes to correct us, one who corrects us rather than punishing.

But at the end of the day they all have left a mark in our lives. We’ve at least tried to give our best to impress them or to prove them wrong. Their way of teaching may differ, but the aim remains the same. To spread what they learnt, to leave a legacy, to make us think in our own perspectives. They hardly take credit for the achievement of their students. What more joy does one need when they realise they were the reason behind the fruit of their students: watering the sapling, being supportive as they grew and nurturing them to grow healthy. No teacher hates his profession or students when he realizes how noble his profession is.

Is school and college alone got to do with teachers and teaching? Definitely NO! Teachers come in all forms and in all walks of our life. As learning is a never ending process. We learn from others, everything we’ve learnt so far is a product of others’ knowledge and wisdom. Nobody is self-taught in this world, even the book or content you read on your own, there is an author behind it. There is someone behind him and the chain goes on. 

Our parents are our very first teacher. Our mother teaches us to speak, our father teaches us to walk without others support. They brought you into the world and teach you how the world works. What is necessary to be a good Samaritan rather than obtaining knowledge. They strive to give you the best. We learn from them, we follow them. They inspire us. We adore them. They teach us the importance of a family. They teach what selfless love is.

Everything is our teacher. The movies and TV shows we watch, the books, magazines and newspapers we read, the random stranger we talk to, the labourers we meet, our parents, our family members, our relatives, the kids and pets we play with, the friend who lifts us up, the friend who betrays us, our first love, our first breakup, the stupid decisions and choices we make, our role-models, celebrities, artists, politicians, sportspersons. Anyone to anything teaches us something in our life. Take the good and leave the bad.
Shouldn’t we leave a legacy behind? Yes, we must teach what we learnt. Either you belong to art or science field, you must embark to share your knowledge to the coming generations. As this is more of a journey and the destination is unknown. It is immortal and never-ending like the universe.

THINK! THINK! THINK! In your own way. Thoughts can change the world. And never forget to thank your teachers. Never forget to teach others. What’s the use if there’s a plethora of good stacked at one place. It rots! Share! Spread knowledge and love. Look at the world differently. You hold the whip to your life! You wear the crown and lead the world!

- LOHITHAKSHA SREEDHARAN

I wove my grey cloud

My mobile phone got hanged in the evening. I tried to move the heaven and earth but all went in vain. I pressed myself to resume the book I was reading by Paulo Coelho. After travelling myself through few pages, my eyelids stopped doing its duty "Close your book so that I can hibernate" it indicated.

After a nap, I woke up. My mobile
was still not working. But I was not frustrated as usual. Why? Is it because the Author's words pacified me? I pick the book again and happen to read the same paragraph twice, as I lost my bookmark. One part of me said
"Close the book I'm too worried about my phone", the other part said
"Let's read the book until my mobile starts
functioning normal".
                
     But why do I procrastinate? Why has this laziness creeped into me and spread like insulin? Not just in reading books but also in writing a story, completing my assignments ets, having my breakfast.
                  But wait didn't I finish a book in one full sweep a few days back? The two parts of me starts to argue again
"Come on the sole reason is that it was
a romace-novel", the other part of me contradicted
"Then what about the poem I wrote a few days back"
"But how long did you take to complete it, how many days"
"Uh, a week long though".

I have tried to push myself in scenarios where I've only few hours left for my deadline  and I've got better outputs. But isn't that being dutiful and not myself working whole heartedly. I have written stories in last few hours of deadline, but to be frank when did I actually get its plot from? I got my senses back. It's true, it was only when I was relaxed
and my mind was loafing around. So am I justifying myself for being lazy? No! I found out that once I am feeling lazy, I have to just go by the time. But not procrastinating at the same time thinking how I could make this time more useful.

I try to put my laziness on a scale. The size of a wrist watch? wall clock? No, I could've built a Big Ben all by myself with my futile time. So it is just a thought of two. To do or not to do. If yes, come'on dust up your butt , travand start working.
If not sit, gather moss. But go places with your thoughts, travel from your childhood crush to the futuristic inventions you think the world needs. It's all like a butterfly effect, you have no idea what your thoughts and simple actions can lead to.
                
     Even as I stride on my terrace, thinking about what the author said. How he too is facing the same problem, though he does a job with gratification and passion and gets paid for years. Several thoughts of mine conjoin his.
And I thought for a second, why don't I write this down and publish in my blog. It's been months since my browser saw the Blogger tab. Again the two parts of me debate
"You can't type now your phone is not working"
"But I can take a notebook and start writing"
"But my thoughts are like the rain, they reach my head only when I'm on the terrace and not in my room"
"So what? You need light to read, not to write. You can later interpret your pitch-dark scribblings when you sit to type".

After I write down a few lines, even the clouds made way and the moonlight pierces through and reaches my notebook. The nib of my pen starts to twinkle, complementing the hidden stars in the sky. It looks as if the moon winks at me saying "Go on champ! Tonight I'll be
your one-night stand". May be if I start to write every night it would be my wife.

                Wait, is it only procrastination my sole problem? What is the reason behind my procrastination? Bad vibes! Yes, I feel de-motivated easily nowadays.

If procrastinating has creeped into me, these bad vibes are like insectivorous plants. I'm their fly. As I had negative thoughts, I was captivated by them. And now I'm stuck in a dungeon of bad vibes echoing around . Precisely, they are like ultra-sexy models they can seduce you easily and make us a prey in their trap.

But why is that today even after all my sorrows being piled up from the death of Mr.APJ Abdul Kalam to my mobile phone being frozen, I've managed to wear a smile on my face like I wore the badges in my scout uniform with pride.
Is it because I had good chat with my favorite person, and the person's good vibes were contagious? Where were
these good vibes all these days? Did I fail to find the positive side in my negatives or was I so obsessed with negativity?
    
   As I try to search for answers, I realize that the people around me and the society have been a major factor for my activities. But isn't it childish and stupid to blame others? Why am I giving excuses? I'm mature enough to build up myself. It is just few years ago I came across the exact term "procrastination". And I came to know I'm not alone and there are many others suffering with this discorder. Oh gosh! Look I found another excuse. I am just finding excuses and not answers.
   
     It is like not taking an umbrella during the rainy season, I know it will rain. But isn't it my fault not taking an umbrella and later blame the rain as I catch cold?

All the external factors of our negativity is like the rain, each and every individual in this planet has his own umbrella-called the positivity. Neutralise it and later diminish it. It is not true that we don't have one, we just fail to in finding one.

I kept the full-stop and as I kept my pen aside, I realised that my phone
being wrecked has also been a good thing. After many days I've got a piece of writing. As I said positive and negative are the two-sides of the same coin, we fail to change
our perspective of viewing things. And it was not just a piece of writing, I realize I've actually intertwined my thoughts with the ink and expressed myself to the point.

And I realize I wove my grey cloud which was hanging above me with a cluster of bad vibes.

-Lohithaksha Sreedharan

Why you must watch Uttama Villain for second time

Myself being a die-hard fan of Kamal Hassan was eagerly waiting for this movie, and frustrated when the release was delayed. Wave it aside, it was worth the wait. Now let me tell you few scenes I noted/adored or maybe you missed. Or it maybe from my perspective. It's all about Uttama Villain- yet another master piece by the Legend Padmabushan Dr.Kamal Hassan.

*SPOILERS AHEAD! READ ONLY IF YOU'VE WATCHED THE MOVIE* 
*STRICTLY NOT A REVIEW*

Let me go chronologically about the scenes that one must not miss. If you are a Kamal fan or been an avid spectator of his films right from the beginning  you can logically and emotionally connect to each dialogue and scene in Uttama Villain.

As soon as the movie starts, the scenario is a gone-crazy audience in the theater applauding for the movie "Veera vilayatu" when Manoranjan steps on the dais, he addresses his fans with his usual sense of humor and mentions the word "thala vali" (head ache) and the rest of the movie changes because of that.

When they step out of the theater, Manoranjan gives a grim look to Chokku which he explains all. And the dialogue "Naan dhan nadigan.... en kitta nadikatha". This one gem of a reaction by Kamal Hassan not to be missed. 

Didn't we love the dialect of Kamal Hassan as Vishwanathan in Vishwaroopam? Indeed we loved it, in the clinic Manoranjan picks up the phone call of DS and says "Hello Doctor" with the dialect of Vishwanath, and changes to Madras bashai(dialect) "enna sadhaaikrala?". You must not miss this scene! Kamal Hassan sugarcoats this important scene with romance and humour, if you listen closely to what DS says in the phone line you can understand the importance and grimace in his tone. DS didn't wish to say this news to Manoranjan first, but to Dr.Aparna. But Manoranjan picks up the call seeing the caller-ID. 

During the party scene, there is a similar shot as in Manmadhan Ambu, where Manoranjan stands on near the balcony and looks down at Zacharia. Manoranjan here, Mannar there (lol). You had also seen Kamal Hassan's flair towards French in MMA, in this movie when Monohar sees his father Manoranjan hugging Aparna, Chokku immediately closes the curtain. When Manohar enquires Chokku, he immediately contradicts with what he saw back the stage. Manohar tosses his glass and says "touché*" Another coin to the bag of new words used by Kamal Hassan.

*Touché —used to admit that someone has made a clever or effective point in an argument.

Have a keen eye on the photos on the wall. Even in Rao's house. During the television show, Chokku hints the program head to ask Manoranjan about his next movie, but he says that Manoranjan warned never to ask any question about the movie. The main story takes pace from here. Also we can notice the slideshow on the backdrop, the fan-made images of Kamal Hassan, at the end we can see the photoshoot images of Kamal Hassan and Preity Zinta for the movie ROBOT which was eventually dropped and then released starring Rajnikanth. 

The conversation between Zacharia and Manoranjan, where we get to know about Yamini and Manonmani, where we were spellbound by Kamal Hassan's acting. His lips, cheeks, chin, eyes, his whole face seems to show the emotions as in Bharatnatyam, no wonder the whole theater was filled with applauds and awestruck faces. Ulaganayaga we owe to you!

During the initial stages of the movie within the movie "Uttama Villain" the production house is name "Mano-marga". Remember when Chokku asks later that who is going to produce the movie with your Guru as director? Manoranjan says "naan dhan". It shows his love to his Aasaan. And the "Uttama Villain" movie directed by Margadharsi and music composed by "Ghibran". 

Now coming to the 8th century part, the Queen Karpagavalli writes a letter to the neighboring king pleading for help but it never reaches him, but the news somehow passes to the King Uttaman by the minister Kaakapu Sundar and spy Later King Muttharasan orders his ministers to take Uttaman and shave his beard, but the Ministers plan to test themselves, one of the Minister kicks him and Uttaman drowns and eventually he gets caught on the fishing net and is pulled by a fisherman, wait a second! did you notice something at the start of this scene? The fisherman is the spy from the neighboring dynasty. It is evident again when the spy comes to the secret-passage/cave after a talk between Uttaman and Karpagavalli, the Ottaran says "enga mannar munnadi naa ivalo pesradhey adhigam" and gives a look at Uttaman  and while leaving he bows down with a vanakkam to the minister and to Uttaman (it's his duty to show respect to his king, nobody gives much respect to a koothu artist) and he notices that after few seconds. During this very scene we come to know that minister Kaakapu is on the side of Karpagavalli. 

Right from the beginning Uttaman seems to be a very a timid guy, but after the "Kaadhalam" song you can witness the KIng in him, he orders the minister to close the curtain and joins the dance with Karpagavalli, during the secret-cave scene he twice lifts his sword when he seems to have danger. And we come to know that Karpagavalli now knows Uttaman is actually the neighboring King, and also seems to fall for him.

Muttharasan forces him to tell any trick attain immortality, Uttaman tells there are three ways. First is to become a sage, second is to become a writer/poet, third is to become an artist, Kamal Hassan has done the two ways in this movie, he is the writer and actor, but he won't become a Sage like his friend Rajinikanth and go boundless of time and materialism. Or is he  trying to show the other way that Immortality is actually bane.

Margadharsi finalizes the shot and says it has come well and is shocked by seeing Manoranjan's nose bleeding, but waves it aside with his usual humor. Before the interval Manoranjan stares at the fishes just caught by the fisherman, and he visually indicates us that he is also living the last few moments of his life like the fish. Such a brilliant depiction by Kamal Hassan.

When Manonmani meets her biological father for the first time, the background turns out to be a film equip, just sheer brilliance and wit of Kamal Hassan. When Manoranjan tells that he's the villain in the life of Manonmani and there is medium-shot showing the mannerism of the daughter and father being alike, he also mentions that "Nijam nu onnu iruke"

When Manohar comes to know that his dad is affected by Grade 4 brain tumor, it is a hear-melting scene when Manoranjan struggles as a father and as a Celebrity, his emotions and his tone tells it all, Manohar hugs his dad and cries "Why you?" and he replies "Everybody does, even you my baby" but they never show the face of Manohar, maybe Kamal Hassan didn't want to adulterate that scene if his his emotions aren't conveyed aptly.

During the beginning of the movie, Manohar walks oout of the theatre and tells to his Girlfriend in phone that Veera Vilayatu is a cliché movie and he didn't like his father doing commercial scenes like riding a bike with the female protagonist sitting in front, later we come to know that his actual interest was screen writing and wanted to show the film industry what is father was really capable of. 

Then when Manonmani reads the letter, we get to know the Hero inside Manoranjan and eventually the truth unfolds, Later Maoranjan peeps from the window and adores his children, but Manonmani is hugged by Zacharia, and the Hiranyan nadagam commences on the background "En Udhithrathin vidhai, en uyir udhirtha sadhai, ver oruvanai Bhagavan ena poruthiduvena" Manoranjan still isn't able to witness Manonmani loving her father Zacharia, though he is thankful in a hundred ways. And Hiranyan nadagam commences.

And few dialogues "Ivana yaar dhan love panla" "Adhana unaku satisfaction e irukadhe"

When Varalakshmi faints hearing the tragedy about Manoranjan, she is admitted in hospital, tells to Aparna rejecting her praise "Was beautiful. Kalyanathuku munnadi. Ippo ellam thinney theethiten" these are the exact words said by Urvashi's sister Kalpana in "Sathi Leelavathi" the best part is Urvashi herself said these words to Kamal Hassan in "Rama Shama Bhama" the kannada remake of it, wait! it isn't over, Ramesh Arvind the director of this film played as her husband in "Rama Shama Bhama" coincidence? I don't feel so.

Kamal on his death bed wearing his oxygen masks cracks a joke to the nurse "Revive panna marandhudadhinga" and kisses and winks at Dr.Aparna.

Manohar doesn't seem like a normal teen though he has an iphone and a girlfriend. He doesn't consume any snack in the theater, or boozes during the party, when his mom Varalakshmi asks why he isn't like other teens he replies "kettu poiduven" (If anyone understood the reason behind this characterization do mention in the comment box, because Kamal Hassan isn't a person who scripts a character just for the sake to fill the screen)

Let's come to the notch how this movie connects with the real life (unintentionally of course)

In this movie Guru (Margadharsi) is losing his sishyan (Manoranjan) in reality, Kamal Hassan lost his mentor K.Balachander. It happens to be vice-versa as in the story. Guru has directed the last movie of his shishyan. Here, Sishyan (Kamal Hassan) roped in his mentor's (K.Balachander) last movie.

In this movie son (Manohar) can't bear the near demise of his father (Manoranjan). In reality, Nasser's son (Basha) met with a terrible accident and was struggling for his life in ICU. This was during the shooting of Uttama Villain. Happy that Basha is safe and sound now. 

These are some of the lines not to be missed in the songs:

• Single kiss ke love dhan, SINGARA VELA love dhan.
• Nee thodaatha uccham unda, saadhanaigal miccham unda.
• MUTTHATHIN Aasaan'e.
• Saagaavaram pol sogam undo?
• Seyul pol oru kadhal vendum.
• Arasiyalvaadhi avan unmaiyai chonnar pol, adhisayam naanum kanden.
• Vendiyadhelllam vaaitha oruvan, saavaiyum vendi settha kadhaigal aayiram undu.
• Meen'ai thaam endraan, aamai thaam endraan. Vekkam ketu pandri'yum thaam dhan endravana Kadavul.
• Evarum, endha porulum Kadavul aanaal, kumbitta kootam podum, kuppai kooda sorgam serum, agila ulagam azhiyum azhiyum. Va va vada engey Hari'yai nee kaatada.
• Perithaana velaikku Pillayar suzhi dhan muttham.
• Mogathai sollida mozhiyum oru thadai aagumo.
• Sambalam indri nadanam aadum ammana Nataraja.

Maaladhadhu kalaiyum kaviyum, maayadhadhu enbum nam arivum, anbum. Saagavaram pol sogam undo? Theera kadhayai ketpar undo? 

Thalaiva! thankyou for this masterpiece! 

-Lohithaksha Sreedharan

Here are few links you must read, for the dissection of Uttama Villain:

http://www.thehindu.com/features/cinema/uttama-villain-a-superb-core-let-down-by-lacklustre-filmmaking/article7164505.ece

http://uttamavillaindissection.blogspot.in/

#UttamaVillain #UV #KamalHaasan #UlagaNayagan #Kamal #RameshArvind #KBalachander #Jayaram #MSBhaskar #PoojaKumar #Andrea #Parvathi #Urvashi #KVishwanath 

       People can't take law into their own hands

There was this post which was creating a buzz in social media after the Tiger attack post || Man has his PENIS cut off by angry mob after 'attempted rape' of teenager || 

There were plenty of posts regarding this saying it was the best punishment!  

And this was the article posted by "Logical Indians" on Facebook.

"The man reportedly attempted to have sex with the teenager in the city of Ganganagar, India, but locals found him down an alley, pinning the terrified girl to a wall.
The 40-year-old was then dragged away by the angry mob of vigilantes while they all decided what to do with him.
Unfortunately for the alleged attempted rapist, what they decided was to take him to a local butcher's shop where they apparently beat him with sticks for an hour and then hacked off his penis with a meat cleaver!"

But how can a verified page like "Logical Indians" put the photo of the guy who is a VICTIM not ACCUSED. There is no legal evidence that he has committed the crime. And as far as my knowledge I guess this was the only post by "Logical Indians" where they didn't say their opinion instead posed the question to the public.

But I couldn't feel to hit a like or share the post, there was something which prevented me to or neither argue about it in the 'comment box'. As I surfed through Facebook feeds, I found another post regarding this but this particular one provoked my senses. A post by "Indian quotes" on Facebook.

"A man accused by the crowd for attempting to rape a girl was assaulted and had his penis cut off by the crowd. Lot of celebrities have also shared this post supporting the behavior of the crowd.
In India, we have seen enough in public life, to know that the mob or the crowd is rarely correct and most of the time they impose their perception of what is right and what had happened on the world.
No one knows for sure what had happened. Currently only amateur news sites and bloggers are reporting the incident. Now let's assume what could have happened.

1) A hindu man could have attempted to speak or flirt with a muslim girl and the mob could have seen it as 'crossing-the-line' and decided to give a punishment.

2) A muslim man could have attempted to speak or flirt with a hindu girl and the mob could have seen him as a girl-thief and decided to send a message to his community.

3) Both the man and the girl could have been in love and the parents could have provoked the mob into believing that he is a rapist, to break their love"

Oh yes, Media doesn't always showcase you the truth and so does the crowd. As seen in many slapstick comedy sequences a person in the crowd has no idea what's going on but tell you whatever he assumes it to be the reason, and it goes on from mouth to mouth and creates a whole new Fantasy story. This may be a similar case, who knows? He would have tried to hold her hand and propose her or something(I ain't saying this is right or wrong). Thinking about this for a while, confused myself, sat with my newspaper and found this article on the Front Page of "The Hindu"

"Let me not talk about the conversion case here."

 Though I had not read about this case earlier, I understood that around 9 were accused of RAPE. But this a complete plot twist! The girl ran away from her house and approached the police, she denied gang rape or forcible conversion, and declared that she had gone with Kaleem, the man she had earlier accused as the main perpetrator, of her own free will.
 Remember the post by "Indian quotes" ? That is what has happened her!

What if the crowd had chopped off all these Men's genital part? 

Crowd would have committed sin. They would have ruined the life of innocent Men. And I don't know how Social Media hasn't created a single post about this! 

"If the guy had really attempted to rape and it was evident, then I agree it was the correct punishment, but I again disagree if the crowd had taken up the law into their hands. If the police give him this punishment, I am fine with it!" 

So before we act(share and like the post) let us think twice, know about the reason better, whether it is really true. And I am not saying this is right or wrong, just expressing my opinion and writing through my point of view.

-Lohithaksha Sreedharan

My nostalgic memories about Madras on its 375th birthday

Today Chennai celebrates its 375th birthday. And my 

memories about Chennai:

When I was a kid studying in b'lore, after vacations friends would ask wer did u spend ur vacations? I said proudly to my native "Chennai" and they mostly confuse with 'China' and lose their mind coz we were such kids not knowing the difference btw a city and country.

A week before leaving to Chennai I dream about it a lot, how I'd enjoy with my cousins and how carefree I'd roam around in the hot afternoons. As my parents hardly book the ticket in advance, there would always a be a hurry on catching the train. The early morning bus journey to Majestic(KBS) is the only mornign I'll look so refreshed.

The announcement in B'lore railway station "Lalbagh express will be arriving on bla bla bla" That lady's voice would give me the joy of my class teacher reading out the memo "Tomorrow will be an holiday!". After managing to get a seat in the train to Chennai and hear Tamil words all over and the vendors also yelling in tamil, I'd feel like I am already in Chennai. And I once took a book and pen with me to note down all the stations so that it'd be useful while playing "Name place animal thing"  And the most worse thing was when I get a peer and hearing from him that he has more no. of holidays than me 

My most dreadful journey would be from Basin Bridge Jn to Chennai Central station, I would have reached with 5 hours from Bangalore to Chennai and with that gaandu my mind voice would be "Dei na nadandhe poidren da".

After the train screeches at the Chennai central station and entering into that kind of a doom and the atmosphere with low light, those announcement in kannada would turn out to be in tamil  The coolie would take the luggages me and my mom used to carry in bitterness all the way Just Like That. He looks like the real Rajinikanth for me! And carries with the kindness of your blood relation and not uttering a word bout the money till he reaches the auto stand  And seeing any of my cousin to pick me up would be like that I'm coming from foreign country, that feel!

As the auto driver asks "enga ga ponum?" I'd reply him before my mom saying it. That feel you get when talking to auto driver our bus conductor in your mother tongue Tamil after a long time being in a completely diff place. Chancey illa! 
As I walk out of the station I admire the grandeur beauty of Central station It's architectural n the paint color so appealing though I knew nothing bout architectural stuffs. Something in a grandeur way with a clock in it was awesome for me. As in every tamil movie the hero reaches chennai first they show namma "Central station" Unma dhan ga adhu Chennai oda getthe adhan 

And the auto anna always cursing those going in cars, "Naadhari avangua appan road madhri otran paaru" and those paavam rickshaw thathas struggling to peddle with a huge marwadi aunty with her luggages  Gazing through the streets. And seeing all name boards and movie posters in tamil, though I couldn't read it. Was something creating a bliss. Share autos everywhere. It would like the autos are pregnant  As I reach the destination I get down when my mom's having a mouth fight about the fare, and not caring about the luggage
And getting into the house, first they provide water because of the scorching sun, all cousins gather inquiring about random stuffs, firstly about my sokka that I buy for my b'day. And wearing my cousin's pyjamas coz too lazy to open my luggage.

Roaming through the streets in the hot hot afternoon wearing my cousin's flip flops as I always forget to bring mine  Going to parks, drinking Neer moru, 1 ruba Ice with the begged money from grand parents. And showing off my cycle riding skills in 'vaadagai cycle'. And addressing every elderly as "anna/akka" though they maybe the age of my parents.

And people asking like "Thambi Bangalore la padikiriya pa?'. Bangalore was like a foreign country for them in those days.

Using Madras Baashai like "Gethu, scene, mass, chanc ey illa, weight u," which I can't use in any other city coz ppl won't understand it. Though few words are in English we have our meaning for it.

Marina would always be my first hangout in Chennai. And eating molaga bajji after playing with waves. Returning back with sand in your sandals, pants. Eww the irritating part. Visiting Egmore museum fondly called as "Setthupona museum". Trade fair in Island grounds, which looks like a modern oor Thiruvizha. VGP, statue thatha, golden beach  Abhirami Mega Mall the giant lady, watching movies there. Mahablaipuram just wow, as a kid, those days I was confused whether it was a temple or beach. These are all the places I primarily visited in Chennai. Nostalgia !!

Returning back to Bangalore, I always don't go the starting first week of school I'd still be in Chennai, postponing as much as possible. Crying to convince your relatives and grandparents. Leave with all the newly bought toys inside the luggage. Going back all the way to Central station with a depressed face. Finally boarding the train, after Bangarpet ppl start conversing in Kannada and the fresh breeze I get and realize that I'm gonna reach home soon. Now Majestic turns Pathetic to me. The place which had put a smile on my face a few weeks back would turn out to be the opposite.

First few weeks of the school would be so depressing thinking of when the next vacations would come. When will I grow up so that I'd travel on my own. And calling out neighbour's and friends with my cousins' name and take a week to cope up with it. And my friends would make me forget those stuffs in a few days.

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Now, After coming to Chennai and pursuing my studies here things have turned slightly vice-versa. Starting few months in Chennai had problems like the seating order for ladies in bus which was different from that from Bangalore's. Differentiating between deluxe, non deluxe bus was too tough. I'd give the bus conductor 20 rs in non deluxe and get abuses. Get confused with Chennai Central suburban and Chennai central. And hearing passengers saying the price of the ticket to the conductor instead of saying the stop. All passengers voluntarily buying tickets by going to the conductor's seat and him giving back the ticket with exact change were all a quite a shock to me.

Now in my college at SRM, students have come from different parts and can see them cursing Chennai of being so hot and other stuffs. I feel like "Bitch please, wait and watch Idhu Singara Chennai, you will definitely regret for what you said".

Chennai is more than a city, filled with more emotions, historical legacy. You can see from modern to cultured people here. Vandhaarai vaazha vaikum Chennai. Ending with this as a proud Chennaite though brought up in the culture of two.

Thankyou Chennai for giving me such memories  :')

‪#‎Madrasday‬ ‪#‎Madras375‬

PC: Digitally Inspired, Madras Memoirs

- Lohithaksha Sreedharan

Save our tigers

Our national animal is fighting for its life.


From around 40,000 at the turn of the last century, there are just 1411 tigers left in India.

If we don’t act now, we could lose this part of our heritage forever.

Speak up, blog, share the concern, stay informed… Every little bit helps.

 www.saveourtigers.com  Visit this site to know how you can help.

To stop our tigers extincting, stop poaching of tigers!!! stop hunting!

Please do not let our national animal to become extinct!!!!!

 Do you know?

 * Tiger is the largest member of the cat family.

 * From around 40,000 tigers at the turn of the last century, there are just 1411 tigers left in India.

* 2009 was the worst year for tigers in India, with 86 deaths reported.

* There are 37 Tiger sanctuaries in India. However, 17 sanctuaries are on the verge of losing their tiger          population.

* Corbett National Park is the oldest tiger park in India. It was created in 1936 as ‘Hailey National Park’.

* The Kanha National Park’s lush sal and bamboo forests, grassy meadows and ravines provided inspiration  to Rudyard Kipling for his famous novel, The Jungle Book.

Here is the answer for your "How to save tigers?'' 

Stop chatting, do something

A campaign to save the tiger has caught the imagination of people on networking sites, including Orkut, Facebook, Twitter. Several lakh people are following the issue. However, conservationists want them to act rather than simply make noises online.

All supports the campaign but doesn’t know what else they can do.

All say – “There is no information, no website where I can know more. What can i do to help the tiger?.”  Some say, “They can involve themselves in any reliable organisation working for conversation in whatever capacity they can. Doctors, politicians, religious leaders, teachers, housewives, business men.... whatever you are, you can play important roles in conservation.”

 This is what you can do

·       Graphic designers can make posters and pamphlets to educate other people and field operatives.

·       Website developers can make websites for organisations involved in conservation.

·       Mechanical and electrical engineers can help the Forest Department make better use of solar energy at the ground level. For example: To re-charge wireless sets.

·       Doctors can treat people living in and around protected areas so that they can protect the forests better.

·       Agricultural scientists can teach better farming techniques to people dwelling near forests so that crops can be less palatable to crop-raiding wildlife. This will reduce human-wildlife conflicts.

·       Public Relations for the tiger: people with contacts in governments and legislatures can share their contacts with conversations.