tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3342569480388075682024-03-19T01:47:35.535-07:00Poison AppleHoly Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595821105352302177noreply@blogger.comBlogger205125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334256948038807568.post-2006647824550286372023-12-24T04:41:00.000-08:002023-12-24T04:43:29.710-08:00Top 12 Tamil Films of 2023<p style="text-align: justify;">2023 was a somewhat good year for Tamil cinema. As always, big stars let us down with their fan-pandering and hero-worship antics. But other filmmakers were much more productive in their output and gave us some great stories. So, here is out personal Top 12 Tamil Films of 2023.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJWwH_JFtUXvjt8xaPIrRbCFcZW77cXMjOtAesMNbLOjmeHsAnk-MYAzzyZweG-TidUcoLdOUDK5A1urZKBbEdedn2TVNd5aH6OzNQdxILfrjGAK5TFv4LVk1zWdu5-aCQAP0vLqdIHVMIrEGuBhJJNRnUvL3D3JClz2vUHWLHXJE3_D_xXTlyILKCBBf/s2880/20231224_202537.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2880" data-original-width="2880" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJWwH_JFtUXvjt8xaPIrRbCFcZW77cXMjOtAesMNbLOjmeHsAnk-MYAzzyZweG-TidUcoLdOUDK5A1urZKBbEdedn2TVNd5aH6OzNQdxILfrjGAK5TFv4LVk1zWdu5-aCQAP0vLqdIHVMIrEGuBhJJNRnUvL3D3JClz2vUHWLHXJE3_D_xXTlyILKCBBf/w640-h640/20231224_202537.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">12) Asvins</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">A team of young paranormal investigators explores a mansion in Kent, once the property of archaeologist Aarthi Rajagopalan. Strange voices haunt the investigators one by one before they confront a mysterious entity within the mansion. Arjun, the group's leader, discovers that he alone can rescue his team. However, revelations surface that his initial intentions for visiting the mansion differ significantly from his team's.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_rlRZzxvncsqZbCbuVWLP_5gwzp5ARyCehDopfZAoan1RAxwmhY-3QjINoGFSzzua0Rd24Ge-Kw-DXVKtHDnkMa1n9e5iGVumgCdoiPJ2n5VNdQbHGINABbw802h8camv-kRMllPWAfuokYsqjNVWcNHeWFpte65qlQ8Cx30dHNUq7nM3PcpzhyphenhyphenWlDhdL/s4311/Screenshot_20231222_212551_Samsung%20Internet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3234" data-original-width="4311" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_rlRZzxvncsqZbCbuVWLP_5gwzp5ARyCehDopfZAoan1RAxwmhY-3QjINoGFSzzua0Rd24Ge-Kw-DXVKtHDnkMa1n9e5iGVumgCdoiPJ2n5VNdQbHGINABbw802h8camv-kRMllPWAfuokYsqjNVWcNHeWFpte65qlQ8Cx30dHNUq7nM3PcpzhyphenhyphenWlDhdL/w640-h480/Screenshot_20231222_212551_Samsung%20Internet.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">11) Run Baby Run</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Sathya, a young banker recently engaged, discovers a young woman hiding in the back seat of his car during a visit to a jewelry store. She claims her life is in danger and pleads with Sathya to keep her safe until her guardian, Father Vincent, arrives. Sathya reluctantly agrees and takes her home, offering her refuge in his guest room. He assures her she need not inform him when she departs with her guardian, unknowingly setting the stage for a grave mistake.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsk7eFC5AP1W2utb0-MqIa6D9NVLrFgx2nNB8Mxs-nr3GyD7PssjuHGnqv6bDOei9wfNxgNU4xzFAp9hysleD5oU9Oos6XaI00V6JyKPcUnZZXnoDj09eqa5TN0YElFyyxSTWeNNbNEoYmd0eB0znSJ2cwQMsmWaVUdK776xgwv3OQZLgRXqHk6Wxjv3Wn/s4311/Screenshot_20231222_212901_Gallery.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3234" data-original-width="4311" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsk7eFC5AP1W2utb0-MqIa6D9NVLrFgx2nNB8Mxs-nr3GyD7PssjuHGnqv6bDOei9wfNxgNU4xzFAp9hysleD5oU9Oos6XaI00V6JyKPcUnZZXnoDj09eqa5TN0YElFyyxSTWeNNbNEoYmd0eB0znSJ2cwQMsmWaVUdK776xgwv3OQZLgRXqHk6Wxjv3Wn/w640-h480/Screenshot_20231222_212901_Gallery.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">10) Dada</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Manikandan and Sindhu, daring college seniors, face ostracization from their families after Sindhu becomes pregnant. Forced to rent a house in the slums, Manikandan battles unemployment and turns to alcohol, straining their relationship. Sindhu, after giving birth to their son, leaves Manikandan, making him a single father. With the support of his best friend, Manikandan secures a job matching his qualifications, but complications arise when he enters a new office.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMpfrVRJoxioh-6EvkBTrpA0GZON01NdJ9mjEvm1L9eBUlmBwj0B4jtAvd7lz4kgypsq-OEWWrH_D2cgQ7h8iT8TdNxIo29ZqGL5MUta0XtcvmdVMC3AY1mPV_WP-9phlsLYRuHDeByI31xqwQKkO1myuoeCh8s5oFhVFIhtNd6Jx6I6_Isb5zG3izifBs/s4311/Screenshot_20231222_213014_Gallery.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3234" data-original-width="4311" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMpfrVRJoxioh-6EvkBTrpA0GZON01NdJ9mjEvm1L9eBUlmBwj0B4jtAvd7lz4kgypsq-OEWWrH_D2cgQ7h8iT8TdNxIo29ZqGL5MUta0XtcvmdVMC3AY1mPV_WP-9phlsLYRuHDeByI31xqwQKkO1myuoeCh8s5oFhVFIhtNd6Jx6I6_Isb5zG3izifBs/w640-h480/Screenshot_20231222_213014_Gallery.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">9) Good Night</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Mohan, an IT professional, clashes with his manager due to limited English fluency and a past complaint against the boss for inappropriate emails. Dubbed "Motor" due to his snoring, Mohan reconciles with the belief that marriage is out of reach. Little does he know that his loud snores might not be the insurmountable obstacle he believes them to be.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSDkYwEirs_UdSv-VXk4T9Dbq5ltpLz2yNrSe8QZ8f6eGcUTjWNefysrFtlHamzg81lb-8pchgu-DiDfB8k4XSzQvKmSahlDOoJ8uQkJzMVX5VCDKLYnsc-AbodEi-ZhglBIK220jI6zkRsDSGuSLJk8ZEqm_EyKIiZ_BpeL7vGjRP1TFIibg5DwDeSgHN/s4311/Screenshot_20231222_213229_Gallery.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3234" data-original-width="4311" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSDkYwEirs_UdSv-VXk4T9Dbq5ltpLz2yNrSe8QZ8f6eGcUTjWNefysrFtlHamzg81lb-8pchgu-DiDfB8k4XSzQvKmSahlDOoJ8uQkJzMVX5VCDKLYnsc-AbodEi-ZhglBIK220jI6zkRsDSGuSLJk8ZEqm_EyKIiZ_BpeL7vGjRP1TFIibg5DwDeSgHN/w640-h480/Screenshot_20231222_213229_Gallery.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">8) Maamannan</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Maamannan, a Dalit assemblyman in Salem, faces estrangement from his son Veera, who resents his subservience to the party's upper-caste secretary, Rathnavelu. When Veera's girlfriend Leela's free coaching center is vandalized, a series of events unfolds, leading to a meeting between Maamannan, Veera, and Rathnavelu with unexpected consequences.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZmJ-hKfdc4idShCd-zldsOfQmlBaYQBS41aFmQ_1fcK-_j88-BiILCexpUSf8oElX79nRrxU-yukCsPhVsv7AaBPVsSe_55euW7mfO5q5OpgHNja0ZIHgylTgPoHAYk3PZ8RrQj52fnynTEhyOP74DuvZcCRQRVSLDz5MdC79wFluHNi_y3rPMLDPpPeY/s4311/Screenshot_20231222_213439_Gallery.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3234" data-original-width="4311" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZmJ-hKfdc4idShCd-zldsOfQmlBaYQBS41aFmQ_1fcK-_j88-BiILCexpUSf8oElX79nRrxU-yukCsPhVsv7AaBPVsSe_55euW7mfO5q5OpgHNja0ZIHgylTgPoHAYk3PZ8RrQj52fnynTEhyOP74DuvZcCRQRVSLDz5MdC79wFluHNi_y3rPMLDPpPeY/w640-h480/Screenshot_20231222_213439_Gallery.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">7) Maaveeran</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Sathya, a comic book artist, depicts the tale of a brave warrior named Maaveeran. Forced to relocate to a high-rise apartment, Sathya witnesses the flaws in the system. Mistreatment of women in his slum prompts him to attempt suicide, but a twist of fate involving his own comic strip alters the course of events.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_N_sLPWhf8meUPkNskuPpTDMnW-lAy2IpbpAZz1s9ff6JNaCu0arNUFKWlBqZFFkHZP7i3JIhXVdYIgFWZ-dlzO-js-NJJYeBmuRQaLXMm81TtB3P9bsO_umubBQmUu-CvqjyngJXJ3rMia1n-IrI-AtISayHIBco2KMbTBL0qBiV_KUr0gOtJmxLaYM5/s4311/Screenshot_20231222_213639_Gallery.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3234" data-original-width="4311" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_N_sLPWhf8meUPkNskuPpTDMnW-lAy2IpbpAZz1s9ff6JNaCu0arNUFKWlBqZFFkHZP7i3JIhXVdYIgFWZ-dlzO-js-NJJYeBmuRQaLXMm81TtB3P9bsO_umubBQmUu-CvqjyngJXJ3rMia1n-IrI-AtISayHIBco2KMbTBL0qBiV_KUr0gOtJmxLaYM5/w640-h480/Screenshot_20231222_213639_Gallery.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">6) Chithha</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Eeswaran, a civil servant, acts as a father figure to his niece Sundari. A trip to the forest takes a dark turn when Sundari's friend Ponni is assaulted, leading to accusations against Eeswaran. As he tries to prove his innocence, Sundari goes missing, intensifying the mystery.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhROdrKEDx8zTov4lA_e_uUh6w6d_RnpByoP69KZNerQ39TSfX3Hs9Hwqjp2L9mY1dpUYC28w3zC01tQ0L7J4T1_izanBzkol_T_33cn55G1JuEaqMH9oHZvqyx_PbrFTjqvfv4GWp_iUtwzStco9NRt3EHN5CImbcmi7AGMKGcSegNFjJch6iWBqCkNajn/s4311/Screenshot_20231222_213821_Gallery.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3234" data-original-width="4311" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhROdrKEDx8zTov4lA_e_uUh6w6d_RnpByoP69KZNerQ39TSfX3Hs9Hwqjp2L9mY1dpUYC28w3zC01tQ0L7J4T1_izanBzkol_T_33cn55G1JuEaqMH9oHZvqyx_PbrFTjqvfv4GWp_iUtwzStco9NRt3EHN5CImbcmi7AGMKGcSegNFjJch6iWBqCkNajn/w640-h480/Screenshot_20231222_213821_Gallery.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">5) Jigarthanda Double X</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Kiruba, wrongfully imprisoned, receives an offer for freedom in exchange for killing a notorious mobster, Caesar. Kiruba assumes a filmmaker's identity to execute the plan but soon discovers that Caesar is more perceptive than he appears, setting the stage for a gripping confrontation.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL8Y-HYhCK_1hKOoJq-sFAWo5_k4Do5CMatQZcy90GRbFLMxpeHloRUWD2vNJ3ionDaUS86HAD8wH9tlOdU7MlwUzLodxfdd24gE3Yfz9xGZVhXXX1mUqgtzB9pz1NhEM-sQYik1lP5npkwwfQsfX3d5FAW4di2reYu0V6vdnuruFdD7FdV6w2R6LZmqLQ/s4311/Screenshot_20231222_214058_Gallery.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3234" data-original-width="4311" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL8Y-HYhCK_1hKOoJq-sFAWo5_k4Do5CMatQZcy90GRbFLMxpeHloRUWD2vNJ3ionDaUS86HAD8wH9tlOdU7MlwUzLodxfdd24gE3Yfz9xGZVhXXX1mUqgtzB9pz1NhEM-sQYik1lP5npkwwfQsfX3d5FAW4di2reYu0V6vdnuruFdD7FdV6w2R6LZmqLQ/w640-h480/Screenshot_20231222_214058_Gallery.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">4) Thugs</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Sethu, imprisoned for murder, navigates prison dynamics after thwarting an escape plan. Tormented by a rival gang, Sethu plans an escape with his cellmate, only to face a new threat from enemies outside prison. The complexity of his situation grows beyond his expectations.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW6qE9I97wugSUc7GC9Ro04iFOOAWaUPc2T6nXU6hpqO_2PYwETdUzSZePmfHpu8uhh5FK0qUVWxmtkXrh8FxycqODxe8wyJsQC5gUVjgBJv6Zc0IaLFwn91bvwQBllH7VtebBJkjHZViZdlHfDWF2Jf99-fwh4StpjqdXjHnxieDA8VtkhVRiBKgKNMvi/s1437/Screenshot_20231222_214203_Gallery.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1078" data-original-width="1437" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW6qE9I97wugSUc7GC9Ro04iFOOAWaUPc2T6nXU6hpqO_2PYwETdUzSZePmfHpu8uhh5FK0qUVWxmtkXrh8FxycqODxe8wyJsQC5gUVjgBJv6Zc0IaLFwn91bvwQBllH7VtebBJkjHZViZdlHfDWF2Jf99-fwh4StpjqdXjHnxieDA8VtkhVRiBKgKNMvi/w640-h480/Screenshot_20231222_214203_Gallery.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">3) Viduthalai Part 1</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">In rural Tamil Nadu, an extremist group derails a train in protest against a foreign mining company taking over their village. Operation Ghost Hunt targets the mysterious leader Perumal, and newly recruited constable Kumaresan finds himself entangled in a complex conflict that challenges his beliefs.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTAgRNSSLjeogIic57Vg0AZkexSg7c3N8wdbYlz06l3oTlYI-SsWCVBsMUzE5UiEnh7G_mPbNg8FijF47U_teB3AUmkU71lFeuGP1qRxRoP8kIORcMbALMqIdA3ijZz__B1dQ2NLTvV2ZbasqkxlDBSoy9R6hyphenhyphenndVRXXxWnmOesQu78wmaodSSFZIx_MlU/s4311/Screenshot_20231222_214425_Gallery.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3234" data-original-width="4311" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTAgRNSSLjeogIic57Vg0AZkexSg7c3N8wdbYlz06l3oTlYI-SsWCVBsMUzE5UiEnh7G_mPbNg8FijF47U_teB3AUmkU71lFeuGP1qRxRoP8kIORcMbALMqIdA3ijZz__B1dQ2NLTvV2ZbasqkxlDBSoy9R6hyphenhyphenndVRXXxWnmOesQu78wmaodSSFZIx_MlU/w640-h480/Screenshot_20231222_214425_Gallery.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">2) Ponniyin Selvan: II</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">The Chola empire mourns Prince Arulmozhi's presumed death, while his brother, the Crown Prince, seeks revenge against Nandini. Unaware of her allegiance to Pandian rebels, the Crown Prince faces opposition from various factions, setting the stage for a power struggle.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-FoXlb_H-hTbxvJRXuMDG7M_9GTJcD1iaOodlArojuBK5vSZvxlpWc0e9kh0G05GfpRfDxMnF3czGi56d3J1QUbaa67gw5F0S_TLH4wmgSl3L4c-Xj4mrtA-CMHm55s5SffIoQ2T1AnNVcZShpaSXHbzvy0zOgt5cNjxBc3DKRU5j7HF4b70eiw4r9VlN/s4311/Screenshot_20231222_214700_Gallery.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3234" data-original-width="4311" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-FoXlb_H-hTbxvJRXuMDG7M_9GTJcD1iaOodlArojuBK5vSZvxlpWc0e9kh0G05GfpRfDxMnF3czGi56d3J1QUbaa67gw5F0S_TLH4wmgSl3L4c-Xj4mrtA-CMHm55s5SffIoQ2T1AnNVcZShpaSXHbzvy0zOgt5cNjxBc3DKRU5j7HF4b70eiw4r9VlN/w640-h480/Screenshot_20231222_214700_Gallery.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">1) Por Thozhil</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Prakash, a new police detective, collaborates with Loganathan and technical assistant Veena to investigate serial murders in Tiruchirappalli. As they delve into the case, they discover connections to past crimes, uncovering a web of deception that goes beyond their initial understanding.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvaYJpjW2RM4D_rLW8A_gn6DtDmBOB0BCqW0LVlUssXCW_d5IzNT-FHVL6F4Y4oD9drH2z4naspWYFOGa50WkXHVpnSTjvWcJfo9BBl9XjECgaEXLwzTkbb35-vGoOY96i57n_GNOPA1WtjG-cryx7QR8IY2RYEhfNCd8osyszHlPtbEAsrEHPPT2G5WwM/s4311/Screenshot_20231222_214811_Gallery.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3234" data-original-width="4311" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvaYJpjW2RM4D_rLW8A_gn6DtDmBOB0BCqW0LVlUssXCW_d5IzNT-FHVL6F4Y4oD9drH2z4naspWYFOGa50WkXHVpnSTjvWcJfo9BBl9XjECgaEXLwzTkbb35-vGoOY96i57n_GNOPA1WtjG-cryx7QR8IY2RYEhfNCd8osyszHlPtbEAsrEHPPT2G5WwM/w640-h480/Screenshot_20231222_214811_Gallery.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">So, what did you think of our list? Please let us know in the comment section below. </p>Holy Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595821105352302177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334256948038807568.post-7138541073129565612022-12-29T16:24:00.000-08:002022-12-29T16:24:06.572-08:0010 Ways How James Cameron's AVATAR Movies Pays Tribute (and perhaps Appropriates) Hinduism <p style="text-align: justify;">The Avatar film franchise is most definitely a tractate on Hinduism and for Hindus. But even during the release of the first film in 2009, scholars were divided on the treatment of Hinduism-inspired themes. On the one hand, director-writer James Cameron himself has publicly stated, "I have just loved the mythology. The entire Hindu pantheon seems so rich and vivid," before adding, "I didn't want to reference the Hindu religion so closely, but the subconscious association was interesting, and I hope I haven't offended anyone in doing so." On the other hand, some critics have claimed the film franchise has appropriated Hindu teachings. Here are a few ways the film has both paid tribute and perhaps even unintentionally appropriated the oldest practicing religion in the world. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGVgvZwk1IOqxmsN8N1NBjkTaLCo_UFZVI69HasH5W9l4o-El4MOfmJGVz7b8RrYFJrQqB4Bptl0buzNrD-gKLo8Dtt0DiqMJ7_luuPCLsas4dpQmjy1HvX5spTWB-i_4OApUDeUmGcHuRUNtKKv5LfUhKUgRbj5ql4d-DpTr8lzgcaqj_8rgsaCbQpg/s1044/Avatar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="654" data-original-width="1044" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGVgvZwk1IOqxmsN8N1NBjkTaLCo_UFZVI69HasH5W9l4o-El4MOfmJGVz7b8RrYFJrQqB4Bptl0buzNrD-gKLo8Dtt0DiqMJ7_luuPCLsas4dpQmjy1HvX5spTWB-i_4OApUDeUmGcHuRUNtKKv5LfUhKUgRbj5ql4d-DpTr8lzgcaqj_8rgsaCbQpg/w640-h400/Avatar.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Source: Google Images</span></i></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">1. The very word 'Avatar' itself</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">In a 2007 interview with Time magazine, Cameron defined an avatar as, "an incarnation of one of the Hindu gods taking a flesh form." That is not inaccurate at all. However, in the films, it is regular human beings who are technically reincarnated when their intelligence is remotely relocated into a new body through advanced technology. Although some critics may argue the films completely reverses the very concept of avatars, they are clearly overlooking another Hindu concept known as Parakaya Pravesha – where humans can leave their body temporarily and enter the body of another like the time Adi Shankaracharya entered the body of a king to learn about material world. Also, anyone who grew up worshipping the most popular avatars of Hindu deities would have quickly noticed how familiar the Na'vi, and particularly the protagonist Na'vi form, is; which brings us to our next point. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKONNXSNRwWn-IxmC5JJhpPXTFFQG2w4nLL6Wt_16jhX1mPcb9QSBu6TCpFqz8RX-Oo1NNjcY_1tqS1iwcJEmLWTpXT4XvP0rH8N2H3GGOjWp_qmAoII6KC1DTbNRlGdV0EisARUzVSxXJ2egbGaZqGtFx9zw7gFy_L3MH9Pt4jsCx22C9kxkjgU9kgQ/s943/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="589" data-original-width="943" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKONNXSNRwWn-IxmC5JJhpPXTFFQG2w4nLL6Wt_16jhX1mPcb9QSBu6TCpFqz8RX-Oo1NNjcY_1tqS1iwcJEmLWTpXT4XvP0rH8N2H3GGOjWp_qmAoII6KC1DTbNRlGdV0EisARUzVSxXJ2egbGaZqGtFx9zw7gFy_L3MH9Pt4jsCx22C9kxkjgU9kgQ/w640-h400/Untitled.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Source: Google Images</span></i></div><p><br /></p></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">2. Jake Sully's visual and story representation</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Story wise, Sully's character arc in the first film is not very different from that of the heroes of Hindu epics who are reincarnated as one of the people to save them from chaos. Visually too, the Na'vi's blue skin, long hair and forehead markings all seem inspired by the traditional way Hindu figures such as Rama and Krishna have been represented. In an interview, Cameron once admitted, "I just like blue. It's a good color. Plus, there's a connection to the Hindu deities, which I like conceptually." Furthermore, in his original human form, Jakes Sully looks like any other white man. But many commentators have pointed out that as a Na'vi riding a winged-raptor next to Neytiri, the pair bear a striking resemblance to the lord protector Vishnu and the goddess Lakshmi riding the Garuda, which leads us to the next point. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF3upOYPD2vtqtmduqU5fHULTKsoJVab2xDAGf2FR92THs_ZKLA8GYpvMKeIWU0k2Mx8d8E2cX3UdT0VvPjkva2TGyu8pNgaAJRVCt5mzoFcmwNmnWkZQ9dxC4LC95huv7i4YHzXnvqKfSDtdPIABJnBjHyzg_TnZkYhwrVMFIhwIeGWRDtFCfrCQnTg/s884/Avatar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="554" data-original-width="884" height="402" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF3upOYPD2vtqtmduqU5fHULTKsoJVab2xDAGf2FR92THs_ZKLA8GYpvMKeIWU0k2Mx8d8E2cX3UdT0VvPjkva2TGyu8pNgaAJRVCt5mzoFcmwNmnWkZQ9dxC4LC95huv7i4YHzXnvqKfSDtdPIABJnBjHyzg_TnZkYhwrVMFIhwIeGWRDtFCfrCQnTg/w640-h402/Avatar.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Source: Google Images</span></i></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">3. The Mother Goddess and tree-worship</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Just like how Hindus have a Mother Goddess, the Na'vi have a female deity in Eywa which they connect to through the Tree of Souls. Hindus also worship God through certain plants and trees, the most popular being the holy basil. It is regarded as an earthly manifestation of Tulasi, an avatar of goddess Lakshmi, and thus the consort of Vishnu. However, the Hometree in the films seem more similar to a Banyan tree with its hollow vessels that allow the Na’vi to inhabit them. The Banyan tree is not only sacred to Hindus but also Buddhists since Buddha is said to have reached his higher sense of enlightenment while meditating under a Banyan tree. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx0xGdGhrHR21c7y8QbYdy6_60EnOcQRoqhaAFSnNYaI1dzb2qVFfw-Di_WBlMIUoZFT7rf4H55sbucdm8UBzXvLWQYWNme_0FiXf8KmpQW4X53qb7aEfN7bOBPy-5rh2IjebR0gBCVzozMCxkk9AumKgNhCpxyt-LLPUaqBK1YE2PG3o-nAnIG3CfMw/s860/Avatar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="537" data-original-width="860" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx0xGdGhrHR21c7y8QbYdy6_60EnOcQRoqhaAFSnNYaI1dzb2qVFfw-Di_WBlMIUoZFT7rf4H55sbucdm8UBzXvLWQYWNme_0FiXf8KmpQW4X53qb7aEfN7bOBPy-5rh2IjebR0gBCVzozMCxkk9AumKgNhCpxyt-LLPUaqBK1YE2PG3o-nAnIG3CfMw/w640-h400/Avatar.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Source: Google Images</span></i></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">4. The connection between the soul and nature</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">The Na'vi ability to connect to not just Eywa but the nature surrounding them is oddly similar to the Hindu concept of Atman. In Hinduism, the physical body is nothing more than a living vehicle between reincarnation transcendental state. The ultimate state of consciousness and connectedness with the higher self is located within ones spiritual subconscious of Atman which fuels both animate and inanimate objects throughout the universe. The Na’vi’s natural ability to directly tap into their natural surroundings' network system allows them to physically connect with Eywa’s sense of oneness, like Brahma. This system allows for the transferal of conscious minds and exchange from one entity to another through a collective psionic conscience not unlike the one that is mentioned in Hinduism. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNEthz2WnMHKm56624GEdb8N9OufQEnQ-yGYZkezbIF73Nb9Rq2x4vZrrxPXwJ8r8pL_92HFDzFHfmbk8EPEoA2_jc4fIO9pFRYjgVUmNTd7tjusbbnRRklxdtqY9tAYqhCEWdcJS2ZjyHKfLS8Q7wyEXT83eXQvUZwdvauCAjUQAAtvGycaYrB4yZtA/s1047/Avatar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="655" data-original-width="1047" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNEthz2WnMHKm56624GEdb8N9OufQEnQ-yGYZkezbIF73Nb9Rq2x4vZrrxPXwJ8r8pL_92HFDzFHfmbk8EPEoA2_jc4fIO9pFRYjgVUmNTd7tjusbbnRRklxdtqY9tAYqhCEWdcJS2ZjyHKfLS8Q7wyEXT83eXQvUZwdvauCAjUQAAtvGycaYrB4yZtA/w640-h400/Avatar.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Source: Google Images</span></i></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">5. Amrita: the elixir of immortality</span></b></p><p>Amrita, the honey-like extracted from Tulkun brains is said to have anti-aging properties that are sold at a very high price on Earth. Just like the mineral Unobtanium, Amrita is another substance that serves as the reason humans wish to colonise Pandora. According to Hindu scriptures, Amrita is the celestial nectar that the deities and demons churned from the celestial ocean that grants them the intelligence to create immortality. It is worth noting that because this nectar is sought after by both good and evil celestial beings, it has become one of the main confrontations between the two.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijWYAv3Z5UDnLwoZkCLEKtcGCoeJqdrgonbhrLEmCm4bq0DZFpABOoZkz6tFQOzVV1n0FtbSgik0TR_H_FJm2Muog4WUbDmxjHvmvbbzD9zgfB1tDvnI4ZCTG0SfHlvauxyB4_yeA6mqBmMlHyKLQx1WEqAb5BKqHMOsgWXjC2i_Zd3mmtgQxdk8cuow/s2482/Avatar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1552" data-original-width="2482" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijWYAv3Z5UDnLwoZkCLEKtcGCoeJqdrgonbhrLEmCm4bq0DZFpABOoZkz6tFQOzVV1n0FtbSgik0TR_H_FJm2Muog4WUbDmxjHvmvbbzD9zgfB1tDvnI4ZCTG0SfHlvauxyB4_yeA6mqBmMlHyKLQx1WEqAb5BKqHMOsgWXjC2i_Zd3mmtgQxdk8cuow/w640-h400/Avatar.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Source: Google Images</span></i></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">6. The birth of Kiri</span></b></p><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There is still a lot of unanswered questions regarding Kiri. For one, she is born to Grace's Na'vi avatar postmortem. Unlike the other Na'vi, she has unique abilities. Since she has no living relatives on Pandora, she was adopted by the Sullies. In multiple Hindu stories, the deity Vishnu reincarnated as a human by descending into the womb of a woman to help mankind. One popular fan theory is that the mother goddess Eywa has reincarnated Herself in Na'vi form to help Her people fight the human invaders. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy4yXufoO3JuFIYfyt3y8ryl7ZpLNv62xYtM6S1VdrM1cnfqUIaEk3n88TdgMJlKnFUV50hzJjeELT9pNTklvHrrZYbmE7YqA3Kg_EdDyZN2CzDAwjS5v5dftDVdUPR0ZnNnZ57T9Hmo0oE4RVxS2IpzwHQ7WFmz70UMCk30k_F2c7L9nuNT2lBwYLlA/s873/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="545" data-original-width="873" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy4yXufoO3JuFIYfyt3y8ryl7ZpLNv62xYtM6S1VdrM1cnfqUIaEk3n88TdgMJlKnFUV50hzJjeELT9pNTklvHrrZYbmE7YqA3Kg_EdDyZN2CzDAwjS5v5dftDVdUPR0ZnNnZ57T9Hmo0oE4RVxS2IpzwHQ7WFmz70UMCk30k_F2c7L9nuNT2lBwYLlA/w640-h400/Untitled.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Source: Google Images</span></i></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>7. "I see you"</b></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div>The Hindu way of greeting one another is by saying "Namaskaram" which means, "the divinity within me acknowledges the divinity within you." This is not that different from the way the Na'vi say, "I see you" to one another. This way of greeting has become even more fashionable nowadays in this era of physical distancing. It holds much more meaning than a simple ‘hi’ or ‘hello’. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOYqYL4EvDRY9wuO_GAUQ022_oCGYtEBaWUc3Gup-i8JTBGqmrYvxYJwm_zYq3Isdu0dkCwczfZ18Edj7BUvnXvoAfim3PylCNm7NRvOc37Ut7qMoidGhZyu8FfSJhTX3qQnzfIVWkRmld6oPzuh83AP6z8lWG0ZOBZnvIM6KkpJj3zZ-Y-k7bQv4sTg/s888/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="556" data-original-width="888" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOYqYL4EvDRY9wuO_GAUQ022_oCGYtEBaWUc3Gup-i8JTBGqmrYvxYJwm_zYq3Isdu0dkCwczfZ18Edj7BUvnXvoAfim3PylCNm7NRvOc37Ut7qMoidGhZyu8FfSJhTX3qQnzfIVWkRmld6oPzuh83AP6z8lWG0ZOBZnvIM6KkpJj3zZ-Y-k7bQv4sTg/w640-h400/Untitled.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Source: Google Images</span></i></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div><b style="font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;">8. The colonization of Bharath</b></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Even though not directly linked to Hinduism per say, the films surely draw parallels between the corporate imperialism of the RDA over Pandora and its historical equivalent in India. The privately-run East India Company had its own army that imposed profit-driven territorial sovereignty over the people Bharath by sometimes undermining the native's religions.<span style="text-align: justify;"> James Cameron acknowledges how the films are "certainly about imperialism in the sense that the way human history has always worked is that people with more military or technological might tend to supplant or destroy people who are weaker, usually for their resources." Despite its anti-imperialist agenda, the first film seen by many critics as a white saviour narrative where the indigenous people were always reduced to supporting characters in which white people were either the cruel imperialists of benevolent ones.</span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT9sOrLWV9hQ5M4v48PAPODgonrN_uUFRp6oCK24VDJmrRnI0gdge95qB_jhZeIEhfyENu-zlzFLnxGpAL4bEzUz0F2OsduzLsqpKtDeHig5qLk2gF6Mw1Ozg_jIYlWE9u2Jh-QOWIs603sP0iA0py7H1PmIKq1Ulz1wyM3ftzFv5AcXGlVPWSQDr1bA/s901/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="563" data-original-width="901" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT9sOrLWV9hQ5M4v48PAPODgonrN_uUFRp6oCK24VDJmrRnI0gdge95qB_jhZeIEhfyENu-zlzFLnxGpAL4bEzUz0F2OsduzLsqpKtDeHig5qLk2gF6Mw1Ozg_jIYlWE9u2Jh-QOWIs603sP0iA0py7H1PmIKq1Ulz1wyM3ftzFv5AcXGlVPWSQDr1bA/w640-h400/Untitled.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Source: Google Images</span></i></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">10. Adharma running supreme </span></b></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div>"It is said that great minds think alike in all ages. The great saints of Sanatana Dharma (Hinduism) thought about this 5000 years ago and they tried to explain it to us through symbols and stories. Today we have technology explain the universal truths. But are we listening? We are slowly wiping out the green cover and destroying the Mother Earth thinking that we humans are superior and above all. But what Avatar missed is foreseen by Hindu seers the total annihilation of human race when there is rise of Adharma (today it is unimaginable greed and lack of concern for mother earth). We are fast heading towards such a situation and this divine action will be carried out by Kalki. Then there is a fresh beginning. The cycle continues and this present age is not the first cycle and it is not the last."</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo1TWEgsieERGyCLSqRQRSjVhainL3sZRn-r5sS66fVLUPpVg9t9MXBPU7FuYEVU20PKYgBclP8dyO7VDK40RHt8fYe5thn8-Hd_bUr4DQYl9OqTgjmnsH-q6q3sbiZxB_ym8Vj6CPpJUTcKvm4dCnM-nzSbVE1YB1OSYX3njpYrSNzxed2kdDLNQ_5A/s876/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="548" data-original-width="876" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo1TWEgsieERGyCLSqRQRSjVhainL3sZRn-r5sS66fVLUPpVg9t9MXBPU7FuYEVU20PKYgBclP8dyO7VDK40RHt8fYe5thn8-Hd_bUr4DQYl9OqTgjmnsH-q6q3sbiZxB_ym8Vj6CPpJUTcKvm4dCnM-nzSbVE1YB1OSYX3njpYrSNzxed2kdDLNQ_5A/w640-h400/Untitled.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Source: Google Images</span></i></div><div><br /></div></div>Holy Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595821105352302177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334256948038807568.post-23227066972259604272022-12-26T16:57:00.000-08:002022-12-26T16:57:17.131-08:00MONSTER, A RESIDENTIAL SCHOOL EXPERIENCE By Dennis Saddleman<p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I HATE YOU RESIDENTIAL SCHOOL</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I HATE YOU</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">YOU’RE A MONSTER</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">A HUGE HUNGRY MONSTER</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">BUILT WITH STEEL BONES 5</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">BUILT WITH CEMENT FLESH</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">YOU’RE A MONSTER</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">BUILT TO DEVOUR</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">INNOCENT NATIVE CHILDREN</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">YOU’RE A COLD-HEARTED MONSTER 10</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">COLD AS THE CEMENT FLOORS</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">YOU HAVE NO LOVE</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">NO GENTLE ATMOSPHERE</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">YOUR UGLY FACE GROOVED WITH RED BRICKS</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">YOUR MONSTER EYES GLARE 15</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">FROM GRIMY WINDOWS</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">MONSTER EYES SO EVIL</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">MONSTER EYES WATCHING</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">TERRIFIED CHILDREN</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">COWER WITH SHAME 20</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I HATE YOU RESIDENTIAL SCHOOL I HATE YOU</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">YOU’RE A SLIMY MONSTER</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">OOZING IN THE SHADOWS OF MY PAST</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">GO AWAY LEAVE ME ALONE</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">YOU’RE FOLLOWING ME FOLLOWING ME WHEREVER I GO 25</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">YOU’RE IN MY DREAMS IN MY MEMORIES</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">GO AWAY MONSTER GO AWAY</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I HATE YOU YOU’RE FOLLOWING ME</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I HATE YOU RESIDENTIAL SCHOOL I HATE YOU</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">YOU’RE A MONSTER WITH HUGE WATERY MOUTH 30</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">MOUTH OF DOUBLE DOORS</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">YOUR WIDE MOUTH TOOK ME</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">YOUR YELLOW STAINED TEETH CHEWED</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">THE INDIAN OUT OF ME</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">YOUR TEETH CRUNCHED MY LANGUAGE 35</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">GRINDED MY RITUALS AND MY TRADITIONS</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">YOUR TASTE BUDS BECAME BITTER</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">WHEN YOU TASTED MY RED SKIN</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">YOU SWALLOWED ME WITH DISGUST</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">YOUR FACE WRINKLED WHEN YOU 40</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">TASTED MY STRONG PRIDE 2</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I HATE YOU RESIDENTIAL SCHOOL I HATE YOU</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">YOU’RE A MONSTER</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">YOUR THROAT MUSCLES FORCED ME</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">DOWN TO YOUR STOMACH 45</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">YOUR THROAT MUSCLES SQUEEZED MY HAPPINESS</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">SQUEEZED MY DREAMS</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">SQUEEZED MY NATIVE VOICE</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">YOUR THROAT BECAME CLOGGED WITH MY SACRED SPIRIT</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">YOU COUGHED AND YOU CHOKED 50</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">FOR YOU CANNOT WITH STAND MY</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">SPIRITUAL SONGS AND DANCES</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I HATE YOU RESIDENTIAL SCHOOL I HATE YOU</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">YOU’RE A MONSTER</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">YOUR STOMACH UPSET EVERY TIME I WET MY BED 55</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">YOUR STOMACH RUMBLED WITH ANGER</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">EVERY TIME I FELL ASLEEP IN CHURCH</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">Your stomach growled at me every time I broke the school rules</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">Your stomach was full You burped</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">You felt satisfied You rubbed your belly and you didn’t care 60</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">You didn’t care how you ate up my native Culture</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">You didn’t care if you were messy</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">if you were piggy</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">You didn’t care as long as you ate up my Indianness</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I hate you Residential School I hate you 65</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">You’re a monster</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">Your veins clotted with cruelty and torture</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">Your blood poisoned with loneliness and despair</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">Your heart was cold it pumped fear into me</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I hate you Residential School I hate you 70</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">You’re a monster</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">Your intestines turned me into foul entrails</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">Your anal squeezed me</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">squeezed my confidence</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">squeezed my self respect 75</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">Your anal squeezed</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">then you dumped me</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">Dumped me without parental skills</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">without life skills</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">Dumped me without any form of character 80</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">without individual talents</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">without a hope for success</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I hate you Residential School I hate you 3</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">You’re a monster</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">You dumped me in the toilet then 85</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">You flushed out my good nature</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">my personalities</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I hate you Residential School I hate you</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">You’re a monster………I hate hate hate you</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">Thirty three years later 90</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I rode my chevy pony to Kamloops</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">From the highway I saw the monster</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">My Gawd! The monster is still alive</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I hesitated I wanted to drive on</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">but something told me to stop 95</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I parked in front of the Residential School</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">in front of the monster</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">The monster saw me and it stared at me</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">The monster saw me and I stared back</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">We both never said anything for a long time 100</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">Finally with a lump in my throat</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I said, “Monster I forgive you.”</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">The monster broke into tears</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">The monster cried and cried</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">His huge shoulders shook 105</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">He motioned for me to come forward</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">He asked me to sit on his lappy stairs</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">The monster spoke</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">You know I didn’t like my Government Father</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I didn’t like my Catholic Church Mother 110</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I’m glad the Native People adopted me</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">They took me as one of their own</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">They fixed me up Repaired my mouth of double doors</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">Washed my window eyes with cedar and fir boughs</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">They cleansed me with sage and sweetgrass 115</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">Now my good spirit lives</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">The Native People let me stay on their land</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">They could of burnt me you know instead they let me live</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">so People can come here to school restore or learn about their culture</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">The monster said, “I’m glad the Native People gave me another chance 120</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I’m glad Dennis you gave me another chance</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">The monster smiled</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I stood up I told the monster I must go</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">Ahead of me is my life. My people are waiting for me 4</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I was at the door of my chevy pony 125</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">The monster spoke, “Hey you forgot something</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I turned around I saw a ghost child running down the cement steps</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">It ran towards me and it entered my body</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I looked over to the monster I was surprised</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I wasn’t looking at a monster anymore 130</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I was looking at an old school In my heart I thought</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">This is where I earned my diploma of survival</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I was looking at an old Residential School who</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">became my elder of my memories</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">I was looking at a tall building with four stories 135</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">stories of hope</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">stories of dreams</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">stories of renewal</p><p style="background-color: #fbfbf8; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2.3rem;">and stories of tomorrow 139</p>Holy Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595821105352302177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334256948038807568.post-17943639242882734142022-12-14T06:28:00.004-08:002022-12-16T22:37:39.500-08:00Top 20 Tamil Films of 2022<p style="text-align: justify;">Although many pan-Indians dominated the limelight and box office throughout 2022, there were a few Tamil gems that were well-received by both critics and audiences too. Here is a list of my personal favourite 20 Tamil Fims of 2022: </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Wnb0Ekz1doEkA4QhX17N19MexIvJ-KKIDnaVVVBrgd4oJN6H8SUjIynjRIoofwBvwb0v-3IMDexDY0RGPr-SJSI-15UzYnR6xMK0YqRvYBy7juS7vByzqYuSMaESCHcr-1AhYBU0YlP1W7uSaYbxtSf8UkWyomXuYfuPFYqrweA9HCRkDb7Zfwy4sA/s800/preview_71eb1d517cd9352e65f941c2d971d1b1_collage1%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Wnb0Ekz1doEkA4QhX17N19MexIvJ-KKIDnaVVVBrgd4oJN6H8SUjIynjRIoofwBvwb0v-3IMDexDY0RGPr-SJSI-15UzYnR6xMK0YqRvYBy7juS7vByzqYuSMaESCHcr-1AhYBU0YlP1W7uSaYbxtSf8UkWyomXuYfuPFYqrweA9HCRkDb7Zfwy4sA/w640-h480/preview_71eb1d517cd9352e65f941c2d971d1b1_collage1%20(1).jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">20) Hey Sinamika<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">After two years of being married to Yaazhan, Mouna starts to realize that his overly affectionate and talkative nature is overbearing. She ropes in the help of psychiatrist Dr. Malarvizhi to seduce him so that she can use it as an excuse to file for a divorce. However, Malarvizhi begins to fall in love with Yaazhan. To make things even complicated, Yaazhan's newfound blossoming career as an RJ with the psychiatrist's helps takes their friendship to a whole new level...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio-b5cj3-gTa9zfwJ04scvE3Vr6uHEr9gtg7ONXNCpIvP3ku_3cIhJRc-nQ54RwAVLpuxXjgAd17kF6V77AAmoHrHuV9WZThxYqmOM5-RwwqzXysjkXbZxx2Hx033zBaJJ6uI3oIsRDaGZWYlUIr6zH3iyq9CfSfmI57554vPyAGQ2q9xbk_vlzCLkxQ/s872/15.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="656" data-original-width="872" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio-b5cj3-gTa9zfwJ04scvE3Vr6uHEr9gtg7ONXNCpIvP3ku_3cIhJRc-nQ54RwAVLpuxXjgAd17kF6V77AAmoHrHuV9WZThxYqmOM5-RwwqzXysjkXbZxx2Hx033zBaJJ6uI3oIsRDaGZWYlUIr6zH3iyq9CfSfmI57554vPyAGQ2q9xbk_vlzCLkxQ/w640-h482/15.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: xx-large;">19) Love Today</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Uthaman and Nikitha have been in a relationship for awhile and are planning to get married. However, Nikitha's orthodox father finds out about them before she can properly ask for his permission. Her father promises to give them his blessings if they exchange phones for a certain period of time. After the end of the period, if they still feel that they are the perfect, they will have his blessings. Both Pradeep and Nikitha agree to this. However, Nikitha is unaware that Pradeep has a very dark secret from his college days that he still has saved in his social media accounts...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUjLvxgHamgQRFcQoHynUVOa0UZVdX9ubOxHbA2uboraKcSV8nyHGk5AhtSuXUkVYlMZtriyLsmzDpdk-ZeGSVx3aNeKR69GaTVGQsaPp1jDO-RcI5lEntuGN2QswPvCkWvuoA_sF6vq8ONB2RulBz6dO94xcoj1nafWALhzuzzFY4QUCM7ZblPfq0zQ/s872/14.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="655" data-original-width="872" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUjLvxgHamgQRFcQoHynUVOa0UZVdX9ubOxHbA2uboraKcSV8nyHGk5AhtSuXUkVYlMZtriyLsmzDpdk-ZeGSVx3aNeKR69GaTVGQsaPp1jDO-RcI5lEntuGN2QswPvCkWvuoA_sF6vq8ONB2RulBz6dO94xcoj1nafWALhzuzzFY4QUCM7ZblPfq0zQ/w640-h480/14.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">18) Kaathuvaakula Rendu Kaadhal</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Ever since childhood, Rambo has led a cursed life. His father has died, his mother is paralyzed and all his aunts and uncles remain unmarried in an effort to end the vicious cycle of misfortune that has plagued their family for generations. His mother also suffers seizures whenever he is nearby. Fearing that he emanates bad luck, he runs away from his village for good, believing that his family's luck will improve with him apart. As an adult, he strikes a friendship with two young women and finds that by having both of them in his life, he is miraculously cured of his misfortune. Problems start when both of them fall in love with him and he is unable to leave either one of them...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIu13HNFfjEQJLBUxuwIGaf2BciYs5GgYfrFZVzdt4-vfuN7pUqOBDXmj0UmOMN5uBHXT4Ra072Sk1Z-qg-Byt-qZK-rBujhUHmLW2eMUpAPzzWaPAUa95ENYLjHPMyojI6wqn-Odcy1UIZSWbyf9HQ2H_BwxTZkyYBe_Hqs11YbPgQ0ORP_3pQlmnFA/s898/kvrk-review28042022m6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="898" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIu13HNFfjEQJLBUxuwIGaf2BciYs5GgYfrFZVzdt4-vfuN7pUqOBDXmj0UmOMN5uBHXT4Ra072Sk1Z-qg-Byt-qZK-rBujhUHmLW2eMUpAPzzWaPAUa95ENYLjHPMyojI6wqn-Odcy1UIZSWbyf9HQ2H_BwxTZkyYBe_Hqs11YbPgQ0ORP_3pQlmnFA/w640-h482/kvrk-review28042022m6.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: xx-large;">17) Rathasaatchi</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: xx-large;"></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Back in the 1980s at the height of the Naxalite unrest across India, college topper Appu rejects an offer to further his studies in London with his fiancé. Instead, he heads a Communist youth wing which travels from one village to another propagating their ideology among the lower-caste communities to rebel against their merciless landlords. While Appu consistently favours peaceful campaigning instead of his party's proneness to violence, the custodial death of his best friend instigates to kill the arrogant police officer responsible for the murder. With no other choice, Appu is forced to turn to the Naxalites and hide out in the jungle while waiting for what comes next... </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrgAVcrHbhbMvCYgRy1GR5MdKbcWstMVsF02rsf8OhcpPP8Bn8NiMZ27I8Jw1bEVFaP_-o1IcRja8XCNLruYuwOJBm5CzPBPj8ufw_4yXiaPwsvE_7HcJQpK-60DQ4UJef6THbCu9q9esCJucur9jMQ8tR2lub_k6r5jttrzVlccjDd0uZzZzXzv0ijw/s694/Rathasatchi%20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="520" data-original-width="694" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrgAVcrHbhbMvCYgRy1GR5MdKbcWstMVsF02rsf8OhcpPP8Bn8NiMZ27I8Jw1bEVFaP_-o1IcRja8XCNLruYuwOJBm5CzPBPj8ufw_4yXiaPwsvE_7HcJQpK-60DQ4UJef6THbCu9q9esCJucur9jMQ8tR2lub_k6r5jttrzVlccjDd0uZzZzXzv0ijw/w640-h480/Rathasatchi%20.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div><div><b style="font-size: xx-large; text-align: justify;"><br /></b></div><div><b style="font-size: xx-large; text-align: justify;">16) Selfie</b></div><p style="text-align: justify;">Kanal is a bad-tempered student who holds a grudge against his overbearing father who bribed a college admission brocket to get him a placed at his low-level engineering college. When a friend's relative approaches Kanal and his gang for help to get his son a place at a prestigious medical college in Chennai, they decide to start their own underground college admissions racket by pretending to be a local gangster's men. However, the situation becomes complicated when the client pulls out and demands his money back. When Kanal's gang refuse to cooperate, the gangster finds out that someone has misused his name, Kanal and his friends' lives change forever...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5lhzPa6Gw9a4I20ppqn5nAxf_D_YLO-m6zUsXvanOksTaENSUTVCEl8-UzR-ZMdiuxFSwY6yaKp0TZamvQ_6T7-sWHPPeFAKTeLKku1rO0vsUQH1Bsm0f2uB_-PuGn0vYjRoI06xUjQyHPMNn6DMfxKONfsJfl2owxtmfhC0etxgjfCTEHpFAcT9HeQ/s870/selfie.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="654" data-original-width="870" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5lhzPa6Gw9a4I20ppqn5nAxf_D_YLO-m6zUsXvanOksTaENSUTVCEl8-UzR-ZMdiuxFSwY6yaKp0TZamvQ_6T7-sWHPPeFAKTeLKku1rO0vsUQH1Bsm0f2uB_-PuGn0vYjRoI06xUjQyHPMNn6DMfxKONfsJfl2owxtmfhC0etxgjfCTEHpFAcT9HeQ/w640-h482/selfie.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">15) Writer</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Head constable Thangaraj is fighting for the establishment of a police union for lower rank police officers. On his first day at a new station, he is assigned to watch over a PhD student Devakumar who is illegally held in at a banquet hall nearby. His superiors fear that the case against Devakumar is not strong enough to convict him. Since Thangaraj is a writer, they arrange for him to write a convincing crime scene. Unknown to Thangaraj, his superiors have falsely implicated Devakumar as a Naxalite because of a unresolved case that happened years ago... </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZU8szzfzPRDhrC9TeMAUKWOLLOWC_0QzcpF7B2yUJV0ljxkLZYFbYxDbbPGP3fU7n3DTPlR3cMV4S8rlNXUvIMI0eI8CcXSaDbRMbeH9yBJl9B6MlE6OJZZaoYg7BT_Y3LKkTWO9EtWXvPVCIph_QGcXRccDY3Exm3xcmQeE5nDhOIGwFrz58ADkjCQ/s873/Writer.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="655" data-original-width="873" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZU8szzfzPRDhrC9TeMAUKWOLLOWC_0QzcpF7B2yUJV0ljxkLZYFbYxDbbPGP3fU7n3DTPlR3cMV4S8rlNXUvIMI0eI8CcXSaDbRMbeH9yBJl9B6MlE6OJZZaoYg7BT_Y3LKkTWO9EtWXvPVCIph_QGcXRccDY3Exm3xcmQeE5nDhOIGwFrz58ADkjCQ/w640-h480/Writer.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: xx-large;">14) Kuruthi Aattam</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Shakthi is an attender in a government hospital and a Kabaddi player in Madurai, who is always at loggerheads with the wealthy kids in town, Muthu and Arivu. However, things change when Shakthi befriends Muthu after defending him in a fight. However, Muthu is forced to keep his newfound friendship a secret from Arivu and their other friends who are jealous of Shakthi. Unknown to Shakthi, Muthu is the only son of Gandhimati, the most powerful mafia kingpin in the city, and things change when a mysterious gang plans to kill their entire family...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8GpWQ6-9R4CaJb_LBdmGdLt5I-MU383zR4mnd4BqOHwcmI32ZDQZWSjo4SlayWjUd2t3I7NvGIjmxbKHmqQVoGw1qIWpO8Jp4UgVFYtrCvhQRbr4PBI6ePu3ReeErfjqGWTHR4XZJpPnhGINsXaeGy3DUjqWXMGX4eALtG8exHI2vPqWkL3QxaxjkxA/s878/Kuruthi.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="658" data-original-width="878" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8GpWQ6-9R4CaJb_LBdmGdLt5I-MU383zR4mnd4BqOHwcmI32ZDQZWSjo4SlayWjUd2t3I7NvGIjmxbKHmqQVoGw1qIWpO8Jp4UgVFYtrCvhQRbr4PBI6ePu3ReeErfjqGWTHR4XZJpPnhGINsXaeGy3DUjqWXMGX4eALtG8exHI2vPqWkL3QxaxjkxA/w640-h480/Kuruthi.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: xx-large;">13) Mahaan</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Gandhi comes from a family of strict teetotalers who follow the principles of Gandhism closely. One evening, Gandhi reunites with Sathya, his childhood friend who runs a local liquor operation. His family abandons him after discovering he spent the night drinking. Gandhi then becomes Sathya's partner after helping rebrand their business. All this time, Gandhi's son Dada grows up despising his father who he believed left his mother in favour of drinking. He trains to become a police officer so that he can avenge his his childhood abandonment even if it means relinquishing the Gandhism principles he was raised to believe in not unlike the father he so hates...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5qxcDawmhH8ya9YUK235OX9OMFt-RCSw58pkymkgOANSIp-RTOMEw0xmgdR4re3RIz-dIEgrOPQemSetCU5DMqER7Axuey2Ly1BedRAiMYs1WxRSdUwj2duItQsyDhvcskxJ3KV-UrPOLm16qH6CfoTnR1FrRfEQS4zken4MyDBP6Mp7BjR7RRVIt9Q/s875/Mahaan.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="656" data-original-width="875" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5qxcDawmhH8ya9YUK235OX9OMFt-RCSw58pkymkgOANSIp-RTOMEw0xmgdR4re3RIz-dIEgrOPQemSetCU5DMqER7Axuey2Ly1BedRAiMYs1WxRSdUwj2duItQsyDhvcskxJ3KV-UrPOLm16qH6CfoTnR1FrRfEQS4zken4MyDBP6Mp7BjR7RRVIt9Q/w640-h480/Mahaan.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">12) Sila Nerangalil Sila Manidhargal</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">The story revolves around four young men of different backgrounds in Chennai. Vijaykumar is an egoistic and hot-tempered young man who is always berating his father for being too independent for his age. Rajasekar is a hardworking employer at a famous resort in the city who is often overlooked because of his qualifications. Pradeesh is a nepo baby who is trying to make a name for himself in the entertainment industry while enjoying the perks of living under his famous father's shadows. Praveen is a senior software engineer who finally has the chance to leave for The States to live the American Dream that he was been wishing for for ages with his wife and child. A disastrous road accident that happens one night changes their lives and the lives of everyone around them forever...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBYGj2_loRJyxrFatnUTtUKASPVmM7HldSWABMvVqMFuAGrYk-ujkj9nZ0Lu6hdoaaSEC92-YSg2p0RJaQYNfB3mSkZDGF0Pj1aXj5jRLNHaJDKNsSPig6nvXDoYAc9TM0BVZVpswLTn5ropuYGbEV6mt0E7nojhQs43YKOhQk0m8eHYMNpFrk8pDq-Q/s873/SNSM.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="656" data-original-width="873" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBYGj2_loRJyxrFatnUTtUKASPVmM7HldSWABMvVqMFuAGrYk-ujkj9nZ0Lu6hdoaaSEC92-YSg2p0RJaQYNfB3mSkZDGF0Pj1aXj5jRLNHaJDKNsSPig6nvXDoYAc9TM0BVZVpswLTn5ropuYGbEV6mt0E7nojhQs43YKOhQk0m8eHYMNpFrk8pDq-Q/w640-h480/SNSM.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: xx-large;">11) Rocketry: The Nambi Effect</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Despite receiving a permanent position at NASA, Princeton graduate Nambi returns to India to work at ISRO. After securing 400 million pounds of equipment from Scotland for free, Nambi and his team move to France for a few years to learn from the French. However, it is in Russia where Nambi strikes a deal with the Soviet Union to import cryogenic missiles. Throughout his time in America, Britain France and now Russia, Nambi is closely followed by NRI Barry Amaldev who is suspicious of Nambi's progress. Back in India, Nambi is arrested for allegedly selling military secrets to Pakistan...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQlhQNEfUGsUUQT-7p278IOhClE16A5p5W0ZM8IiGP5YJTn27yLRyNlAmElaFLHQfXIYF7pe_QSL0j15rhTog3hNT0pXjI3Shqdpdhi5IDvUlkCGXypXLpr3_rjmX9eLMyc4BInc_4trcxJBHOf3waxFlp81x2DL7j7NSYDzcaJsb6AmGicjr931Hnyg/s874/rocket.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="656" data-original-width="874" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQlhQNEfUGsUUQT-7p278IOhClE16A5p5W0ZM8IiGP5YJTn27yLRyNlAmElaFLHQfXIYF7pe_QSL0j15rhTog3hNT0pXjI3Shqdpdhi5IDvUlkCGXypXLpr3_rjmX9eLMyc4BInc_4trcxJBHOf3waxFlp81x2DL7j7NSYDzcaJsb6AmGicjr931Hnyg/w640-h480/rocket.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">10) Saani Kaayidham</span></b></p><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ponni is a vengeful young woman out to seek revenge against the upper-caste landlords who killed her family and raped her. After corrupt police officers and lawyers help the men escape before the court can sentence them, Ponni teams up with her estranged half-brother Sangayya to seek vengeance. During their adventures, the half-siblings multiple hurdles in the form of misogyny and casteism. Throughout their detective work to track down the perpetrators, Ponni begins to suspect that one of her daughter's blind teenage friend who is also the son of one of the landlords might have also been involved in the incident that night...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNI2vPb0l7E22Ja_bQybB3W8c8iQYRFfgG3AftjOugRI1gmwrFxUWc1IoNCgYvDupE8QTZpe0nDI790VWdctnBbAsOI6OOfy8tu9SgD6TFhJIbpL1PGPB9tYp6rnR_e0nuTtbGyqlwl5CwXJXqb8-SugFdCOM9N5CdvZtteUBszjh8mDZPtgsJ3864Ag/s879/saani.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="659" data-original-width="879" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNI2vPb0l7E22Ja_bQybB3W8c8iQYRFfgG3AftjOugRI1gmwrFxUWc1IoNCgYvDupE8QTZpe0nDI790VWdctnBbAsOI6OOfy8tu9SgD6TFhJIbpL1PGPB9tYp6rnR_e0nuTtbGyqlwl5CwXJXqb8-SugFdCOM9N5CdvZtteUBszjh8mDZPtgsJ3864Ag/w640-h480/saani.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: xx-large;">9) Vendhu Thanindhathu Kaadu</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Muthu is a young low-caste village boy who moves into the house of a distant relative who promises to find him a job in Mumbai. However, the following day, Muthu finds the man has committed suicide after having a heated discussion over the phone the previous night. Muthu finds a bag a gun next to the body. Instead of reporting it to the police, Muthu decides to keep it and take it with him to his new job in Mumbai. To Muthu's surprise, his new job in the big city is not as glamorous as he expected and the gun he stole might come in handy in more than one way...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaWFnsJ0hLLq0qmjcWQLBSEBANLnqnqB8KUyXvB9jIAgm1OZKvTbNswfFhEwVWURKsJMSfKy5MVOIpGZuT9aTJrRtROi3btosQsEwD2lZxDY719P_YyaTCyt0E0IFzdykzKXiUwHhjejACL1mUuSEQaddNhQvYyrQYTkKWjo6J5400RKHpoNSAa8gAUg/s874/VTK.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="656" data-original-width="874" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaWFnsJ0hLLq0qmjcWQLBSEBANLnqnqB8KUyXvB9jIAgm1OZKvTbNswfFhEwVWURKsJMSfKy5MVOIpGZuT9aTJrRtROi3btosQsEwD2lZxDY719P_YyaTCyt0E0IFzdykzKXiUwHhjejACL1mUuSEQaddNhQvYyrQYTkKWjo6J5400RKHpoNSAa8gAUg/w640-h480/VTK.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">8) Kanam</span></b></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Three friends come across a scientist who task them with a time machine. Aadhi plans to go back in time to be with his dead mother one last time. Pandi wants to make his childhood self realize the importance of education so he can get a good job as an adult. Kathir wants to convince his childhood self to befriend his classmate who ignores as a kid but grows up to become the most eligible bachelorette in the city. Although they are successful in going back in time, their younger selves start growing suspicious of them and eventually finds the time machine they used...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9DgcoUNJ8QGcSrt6MPxBZy2BVrCr8SNuDF9YKr-aVVbGMBHjUopABuuIeK6pvUzouj06ac6ovZjPQeBJU-_uBY__rDORF14y7_JA9XxJQ48sHCsVCrNMjysn8iBqnrYuC24dycstMbOeavIRVNkVQDI3mBbAN2rDqD2h_7dulmUCKW1Y1_QmBPGbeCg/s875/Kaanam.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="657" data-original-width="875" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9DgcoUNJ8QGcSrt6MPxBZy2BVrCr8SNuDF9YKr-aVVbGMBHjUopABuuIeK6pvUzouj06ac6ovZjPQeBJU-_uBY__rDORF14y7_JA9XxJQ48sHCsVCrNMjysn8iBqnrYuC24dycstMbOeavIRVNkVQDI3mBbAN2rDqD2h_7dulmUCKW1Y1_QmBPGbeCg/w640-h480/Kaanam.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">7) Iravin Nizhal</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><div><br /></div><div>When corrupt film financier Nandu learns that the cops are coming to arrest him, he makes a run for it. As he hides out at a fake godman's ashram, he recounts his eventful life. Neighbors found him as a baby by his mother's corpse after she was murdered by her husband and they then raised him as their own. At ten, he runs away from home after being wrongfully accused of getting his adopted sibling killed. Living on the streets after being raped by a cop, he is adopted by a trans-woman who makes him sell drugs to help them survive. As a young adult, he gets involved in two failed relationship, which eventually forces him to join the fake godman's ashram. The people he meets here, combined with his already tragic past, would shape the rest of his adult life... </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaEQxeYCuedLtc42RKG24osh0mWBkkMWi6hNpjm250oO7C9cjE5Et77-7fjAmqM2qxXf9d5y-NAYe51vqiljJgXSHtXWu4h47eG_oc_g7FuB0O8XLiCH6WetdolqM480kR_c8k_LXWMlPS7Pt5Avl5O2ncyCqG3AW6okOwFfAIpLDkwfgYxV_V_DHl3A/s530/Iravin.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="399" data-original-width="530" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaEQxeYCuedLtc42RKG24osh0mWBkkMWi6hNpjm250oO7C9cjE5Et77-7fjAmqM2qxXf9d5y-NAYe51vqiljJgXSHtXWu4h47eG_oc_g7FuB0O8XLiCH6WetdolqM480kR_c8k_LXWMlPS7Pt5Avl5O2ncyCqG3AW6okOwFfAIpLDkwfgYxV_V_DHl3A/w640-h482/Iravin.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">6) Thiruchitrabalam</span></b></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thiruchitrabalam is a food delivery boy, who lives with his strict father and dotting grandfather. He blames his father for his mother and sister death in a car accident, which turned him into a self-conscious person. He avoids talking to his father even though they live under the same roof. His only comfort is his childhood friend Shobhana who helps him court the girls he has a crush on. Just as Thiruchitrabalam is about to reconcile with his father, the father suffers a stroke. While helping his grandfather care for his father, and constantly suffering one heartbreak after another from the girls he approaches, Thiruchitrabalam begins to realize that life is not always what it seems...</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgooj0yvWrb1fGoXPhjrv5rMtErnL-xHp-mVSrxe-oojo5hUvtLMhGStVAMVdZIEEufhkWpvcdDF2pgv76y3p4HC1oqWKtFXNoMshsCXIQeRAWcp6n1ClKuL-0tYF3Q9r9mxhfNm__4YJIVEeRDy9ELxYUHK0xFc8oUhGwJQxoGRvErAKxgGZ7EgDf9ug/s833/Thiru.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="625" data-original-width="833" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgooj0yvWrb1fGoXPhjrv5rMtErnL-xHp-mVSrxe-oojo5hUvtLMhGStVAMVdZIEEufhkWpvcdDF2pgv76y3p4HC1oqWKtFXNoMshsCXIQeRAWcp6n1ClKuL-0tYF3Q9r9mxhfNm__4YJIVEeRDy9ELxYUHK0xFc8oUhGwJQxoGRvErAKxgGZ7EgDf9ug/w640-h480/Thiru.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><div style="font-size: medium; font-weight: 400;"><b style="font-size: xx-large;">5) Poochandi</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="font-size: medium; font-weight: 400; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Journalist Murugan travels from India to Malaysia to study the influence of the ancient Chola empire in the Southeast Asian country. However, he quickly becomes fascinated by the story of Shankar and Anbu who lost their friend Guru to an evil spirit. Late one evening, the trio uses one of Anbu's oldest coins from the Kadaram period to play Ouija. Initially, they assume that the spirit they invite, Malika, is a friendly one that will help them get everything they want. However, things start getting out of hand after Guru disrespects the spirit, which seemingly results in his death. Murugan accompanies Shankar and Anbu in tracking down Malka's family to find out if she has any unresolved wishes that has left her spirit stuck in this world. To their surprise, they find Malika very much alive...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKKbIW81Hmsp3BdBVx_WeuaPW6uthDJM0cjF0hkNuS8-Vpo_jT4hpfroKnb0xv23EQ5b4-efAoTnNKohQeJi8A_olgniCmAr3AqPVIF_Paubb0fpJeRSDE63lXOKdmaJbpJgJnzSn3KfntYwGAzN6bXAt9P57FTxHH-nDO5_r2KQOaEQIR7gZjYA6ZHw/s788/Poochandi.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="592" data-original-width="788" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKKbIW81Hmsp3BdBVx_WeuaPW6uthDJM0cjF0hkNuS8-Vpo_jT4hpfroKnb0xv23EQ5b4-efAoTnNKohQeJi8A_olgniCmAr3AqPVIF_Paubb0fpJeRSDE63lXOKdmaJbpJgJnzSn3KfntYwGAzN6bXAt9P57FTxHH-nDO5_r2KQOaEQIR7gZjYA6ZHw/w640-h480/Poochandi.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: xx-large;">4) Vikram</b></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The police ropes in Sepcial Agent Amar, the commander of a confidential black-ops squad to investigate a series of murders committed by a masked group of vigilantes. Of all the murders this group has committed, one is out of place. Karnan was a regular senior citizen who recently adopted his grandson following the death of his son and had nothing to do with drug dealing like the other victims. During this time, Amar and his team are being Sandhanam, the local kingpin who works for a much more dangerous crime lord who has access to much more power than Amar...</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEppdcVbNo3BVw2C9o5ehqi4Xr0Ots4VH9KV-FerEGtfsZDq_PLzzfQBgqfvdN2PK9N2RKJ-fIkyMvftiJwn96Hz9bw33VMUYtlsfkHCMmIA680dEWXdAhDMipaHmwvrWo1D1uK_3owdv3Trlte3j1I2ROMUx3T8xcYmgHR2MhKms1kcY6IBAcE1OCPQ/s876/vikram.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="658" data-original-width="876" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEppdcVbNo3BVw2C9o5ehqi4Xr0Ots4VH9KV-FerEGtfsZDq_PLzzfQBgqfvdN2PK9N2RKJ-fIkyMvftiJwn96Hz9bw33VMUYtlsfkHCMmIA680dEWXdAhDMipaHmwvrWo1D1uK_3owdv3Trlte3j1I2ROMUx3T8xcYmgHR2MhKms1kcY6IBAcE1OCPQ/w640-h480/vikram.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: xx-large;">3) </b><b style="font-size: xx-large;">Ponniyin Selvan: Part 1</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Vandiyathevan is sent to the capital of the great Chola empire to deliver a message from the crown prince Aditha Karikalan to the emperor. During this time, Vandiyathevan learns of an attempt by vassals and petty chieftains of the empire to overthrow the current emperor and install his nephew Madhurantakan, the firstborn son of the previous emperor as the new emperor. Vandiyathevan reports this to Princess Kundavai, who in turn asks him to go to Lanka to bring her younger brother Arulmozhi Varman back to the capital while she tries to convince her elder brother to return. However, Aditha Karikalan has vowed to never return to the capital as long as the wife of one of the chieftain lives there. Unknown to anyone, she is more than just a queen of a vassal state...</div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimjGwz7O73NrJhy19R5DdE5Hsj7RsyVbTttd7f8jyAKNFtTQXQpHbOy0YlUVeeXSCQfoQKMiw9BXkRWEakPwgsG5vxUXWrpPS6KwEn8CZb8Y1qFHNGlsTA_StsBao8NlsHf3kYbSJUpztLWj89qiNT6Y8BqrJ9wpRUa_RKPWu_OxBEf3h_1Ki_zVTAGw/s875/Ps%201.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="656" data-original-width="875" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimjGwz7O73NrJhy19R5DdE5Hsj7RsyVbTttd7f8jyAKNFtTQXQpHbOy0YlUVeeXSCQfoQKMiw9BXkRWEakPwgsG5vxUXWrpPS6KwEn8CZb8Y1qFHNGlsTA_StsBao8NlsHf3kYbSJUpztLWj89qiNT6Y8BqrJ9wpRUa_RKPWu_OxBEf3h_1Ki_zVTAGw/w640-h480/Ps%201.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: xx-large;">2) Suzhal: The Vortex</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Okay, technically this is more of a miniseries than an actual feature-length film, but still, it is too good to be left our of this list. In the small town of Sambaloor, the local community is preparing for the annual 10 day festival of Mayana Kollai in honour of the Mother Goddess. Even the burning down of the neighbouring cement factory that employs almost half of the locals cannot stop the celebration. However, the sudden disappearance of Nila, the teenage daughter of the local union leader, and the son of the town's police inspector sets in motion an investigation that brings out the deepest, darkest secrets that the townsfolk has been trying to suppress for years...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMgQt26HQFZ4Ub3uwLw7oil2DYYAXtcZzSVLqzS0O5xVTumojJ-mKAubLEw6G4MqDP5aJXqO7gAijv2QGz4ytaHVrPWPHdupLjhZGOgANdAawIeV-TwdLZQxB8eHMV6AZ-dzgVnKj_u5599PBFcEQzP8wklKrkFIUfYX2mHymuHsRx_5OT0Ypt2LcVg/s1439/9e8c9c35003f21e09652386448f4446f3cb582b9decb1b569e3f6d57b56ffc9a._RI_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1439" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMgQt26HQFZ4Ub3uwLw7oil2DYYAXtcZzSVLqzS0O5xVTumojJ-mKAubLEw6G4MqDP5aJXqO7gAijv2QGz4ytaHVrPWPHdupLjhZGOgANdAawIeV-TwdLZQxB8eHMV6AZ-dzgVnKj_u5599PBFcEQzP8wklKrkFIUfYX2mHymuHsRx_5OT0Ypt2LcVg/w640-h480/9e8c9c35003f21e09652386448f4446f3cb582b9decb1b569e3f6d57b56ffc9a._RI_.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div><div><b style="font-size: xx-large;"><br /></b></div><div><b style="font-size: xx-large;">1) Gargi</b></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">School teacher Gargi and her family become the center of public hatred after her security guard father and a few other men are accused of sexually assaulting a young girl at the posh apartment complex he works at. Since public opinion against her father is strong, their family lawyer abandons the case and Gargi is forced to seek the help of his no-note protégé, Indrans who has no reputation to lose. Since Indrans works part-time at a pharmacy, he realizes that the victim was wrongly medicated with a high dose of barbiturates, which makes her testimony against Gargi's father inadmissible in court. However, the case is still not as straightforward as it seems as Gargi refuses to accept the truth that is right under her nose...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhqU7vdeTDiWPhNR5H7vkb7AUzXSmHtpEYEcB7UsVdkdU6JclajprYIURFW_T6lx1D8brVx45Zhh8Krk_rvnWZRSdHES081QYZwRPlw1fxHwFbWbUGwYg9gdLEgdjqN772KSL9pfsy1PqDCRTSPniAkMolsJFSvt73Rmx1-gC0VxzJfsMlD6yx3bOwbg/s855/Gargi.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="855" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhqU7vdeTDiWPhNR5H7vkb7AUzXSmHtpEYEcB7UsVdkdU6JclajprYIURFW_T6lx1D8brVx45Zhh8Krk_rvnWZRSdHES081QYZwRPlw1fxHwFbWbUGwYg9gdLEgdjqN772KSL9pfsy1PqDCRTSPniAkMolsJFSvt73Rmx1-gC0VxzJfsMlD6yx3bOwbg/w640-h480/Gargi.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></span></div><div><br /></div></div>Holy Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595821105352302177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334256948038807568.post-58191539911670958642021-12-29T06:02:00.006-08:002022-01-06T21:27:55.755-08:00Tp 20 Tamil Films of 2021<p style="text-align: justify;">Please bear in mind this is my own personal list and I also did not get to watch every movie released in theaters on on streaming. Nevertheless, here you go. My Top 20 Tamil Films of 2021: </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjhP19bZLhlYVjinLppMWiWI8b2_bNJD2rjRdLuHH9Wb3QUFbI9ERZtNNK7_dxeu6EDj_7O7sN4FVpRk9-k5PDG8eNCgMX9Gkzwc96CDFBLDeEeeMJCJYiMBjjYJoiYxdYjyAuph88ewjYpBFdqRLuQG_FfqNeM5mE9eggJiwvbRi-VuyB6cy2nJLVozw=s3264" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="3264" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjhP19bZLhlYVjinLppMWiWI8b2_bNJD2rjRdLuHH9Wb3QUFbI9ERZtNNK7_dxeu6EDj_7O7sN4FVpRk9-k5PDG8eNCgMX9Gkzwc96CDFBLDeEeeMJCJYiMBjjYJoiYxdYjyAuph88ewjYpBFdqRLuQG_FfqNeM5mE9eggJiwvbRi-VuyB6cy2nJLVozw=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">20. Kutty Story</span></b></p><div><div><p style="text-align: justify;">This anthology is made up of four different short films all dealing with love. The first story is about two college friends who might have had feelings for one another but ended up marrying other people. The second story deals with a young woman who refuses to go through an abortion even after her boyfriend dies, risking her family's reputation. The third story revolves around two gamers who meet and fall in love while playing an online video game while not knowing one another in real life. The final story shows us what happens when a man, who has cheated on his wife, suddenly is told that his wife has been cheating on him too. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhHCjsRkUNkqtD2wPvjpKVhT4mFrNzA6Yqr7HpOzdqjS30Enm2F3EWhoyL_kIVJiXu6ouV6fVsizn-UR-a0Kw9l2nq9BF9h99Nx2DvgzPhG6SBAh2vnDETcNqmmg1kj59S0ofImYx5OtvRTCeURV8iavqrJKFZFwM9vBshJbhbD6vjolr4yt77KPpWgeQ=s675" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="508" data-original-width="675" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhHCjsRkUNkqtD2wPvjpKVhT4mFrNzA6Yqr7HpOzdqjS30Enm2F3EWhoyL_kIVJiXu6ouV6fVsizn-UR-a0Kw9l2nq9BF9h99Nx2DvgzPhG6SBAh2vnDETcNqmmg1kj59S0ofImYx5OtvRTCeURV8iavqrJKFZFwM9vBshJbhbD6vjolr4yt77KPpWgeQ=w640-h482" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Source: Google Images</span></i></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">19. Kabadadaari<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span></b></p><div style="text-align: justify;">Shakti is a traffic cop, who discovers the skeletal remains of a three-member family who are over forty years old. He decides to investigate the case himself with the help of journalist Kumar. They approach Ranjan, a retired officer who investigated the case years ago. During the course of the investigation, Shakti is faced with multiple hurdles that force him to question his own intentions and integrity. When Shakti and his companions eventually trace the case to a very powerful individual. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgl8bQaHN7H3JkjB-Aw8W5nkcF9rqq-gZv2HUH40X7jGKA1sQ9m8oL6ew0BNZpSbrXw_WsmPnjDsn1NTKEkQriOmeSjui_o7fZjBdM7J8mA3gQJpC3pvwtETa8f72-Hay4eyN3Pt3xEXdEx1EMgb8y2-tJyxeny2Drt3BKiFm0QPGr6JA6oM3cVAQiaWg=s2440" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1830" data-original-width="2440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgl8bQaHN7H3JkjB-Aw8W5nkcF9rqq-gZv2HUH40X7jGKA1sQ9m8oL6ew0BNZpSbrXw_WsmPnjDsn1NTKEkQriOmeSjui_o7fZjBdM7J8mA3gQJpC3pvwtETa8f72-Hay4eyN3Pt3xEXdEx1EMgb8y2-tJyxeny2Drt3BKiFm0QPGr6JA6oM3cVAQiaWg=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;">Source: Google Images</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">18. Kamali From Nadukkaveri<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Kamali is no different from any other Indian girl growing up in a small village like Nadukkaveri. Despite being a good student, all she wants to do is complete secondary school and marry whoever her parents choose for her. However, after watching the interview of the state topper, the dashing Ashwin, Kamali develops a huge crush for him. She starts studying hard to enroll into Indian Institute of Technology in Chennai where he is currently a student so she can get to know him. However, she has to face many challenges from the patriarchy that has dominated life in her village for generations. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhMtiVVqQtu7QKf8ZWhR8FumyD8WzscGXTwT6xIya6Slrz-EiOC3Vy6uHxPO5sNaKDOsoquplEggpjXfadmDhIhiO6vigkCizm_jVHcKShNmHlzSRVgHr384sWd02gEdBSQQxoRZ9MTWtSI7mE7EJGDM_cNLDPC-zP54XCe0GSXCWIqu4EmWYo1hQpxLw=s888" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="888" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhMtiVVqQtu7QKf8ZWhR8FumyD8WzscGXTwT6xIya6Slrz-EiOC3Vy6uHxPO5sNaKDOsoquplEggpjXfadmDhIhiO6vigkCizm_jVHcKShNmHlzSRVgHr384sWd02gEdBSQQxoRZ9MTWtSI7mE7EJGDM_cNLDPC-zP54XCe0GSXCWIqu4EmWYo1hQpxLw=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;">Source: Google Images</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: xx-large; text-align: left; white-space: pre;">17. Anbirkiniyal<span> </span></b></p><div style="text-align: justify;">Anbu is a nursing graduate who plans to go work in Canada for a few years so she can make enough money to pay off all her loving but conservative father's debts and start their own business. She works part time at a fast food restaurant at a popular mall in the city. One evening, Anbu helps her workmates place some stocks in the freezer room. Thinking that all his workers have gone home, Ambu's hot-headed manager unknowingly locks her in the freezer. Anbu's father becomes worried that when she does not come home at time. With the help of Charles, Anbu's boyfriend, the father tries desperately to find his daughter while she struggles to stay alive in the freezer room. </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjY676nFGbU7DKia5m-aYxPDNMSkqr1mEqmdh88mFdnOFdSkpFX6AmxsP0qNzl5a5sdXH_fZr2vcxi6uThWmLJIK17yK36l6M_rxzGpVsjUe39UmxhT4SLCCPmJJ2H5Hw4vpOcQEVFuEWcBYqaJJ1RG3_Z1Bvw9oPyfBSgZRh7py8q-XKOqZfuBiNiD6g=s572" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="430" data-original-width="572" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjY676nFGbU7DKia5m-aYxPDNMSkqr1mEqmdh88mFdnOFdSkpFX6AmxsP0qNzl5a5sdXH_fZr2vcxi6uThWmLJIK17yK36l6M_rxzGpVsjUe39UmxhT4SLCCPmJJ2H5Hw4vpOcQEVFuEWcBYqaJJ1RG3_Z1Bvw9oPyfBSgZRh7py8q-XKOqZfuBiNiD6g=w640-h482" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;">Source: Google Images</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: xx-large; text-align: left; white-space: pre;">16. Theethum Nandrum</b></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dass and Siva are burglars who have successfully robbed from many wealthy citizens in the city. However, when Dass gets married to Sumathi, and Siva falls in love with Thamizh, they begin contemplating ending their life of crime. However, when Sumathi becomes pregnant, Dass is unsure if working as a labourer will be enough to provide for his small family. He and Siva are then approached by an old friend, Maaran, who convinces them to do one last job. However, the heist is much more complicated that they were led to believe and the young men are finally forced to confront the law. </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiX5FGeMViu_ATUO1q1N_Vs8zD1DeEbEEy4R6nNf-0cRTgeNt721WYdG1DZHJo4r3JDTWEvE5JDrqMBhKbhy0veq0xKJUknQZj1HYN-IXjvopRk2M2cRATM206_sp22R-EBYOzNZc-Fa8xLzzb0xvq5B4IBlNIrbGhul_By8AzA5AAHoQqF28eZJwkilA=s823" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="618" data-original-width="823" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiX5FGeMViu_ATUO1q1N_Vs8zD1DeEbEEy4R6nNf-0cRTgeNt721WYdG1DZHJo4r3JDTWEvE5JDrqMBhKbhy0veq0xKJUknQZj1HYN-IXjvopRk2M2cRATM206_sp22R-EBYOzNZc-Fa8xLzzb0xvq5B4IBlNIrbGhul_By8AzA5AAHoQqF28eZJwkilA=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;">Source: Google Images</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">15. Nenjam Marappathillai<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span></b></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Mariam, a selfless orphan, becomes the governess for a wealthy family to help the nun who raised her run the orphanage she grew up in. Although, Rishi the young boy she is tasked to care for grows to adore her, his manipulative father, Ramsay, lusts after her while his arrogant mother, Swetha, looks down on her. One night, while Swetha is away and Rishi is asleep, Ramsay and his men plan to take advantage of Mariam. When she threatens to expose them, Ramsay makes a decision where there is no coming back from. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCKzGIvu6EhE-2UMYhnTPp8tD2y5kvlFvDzF_GglLPYB0SVzihqbnnAuahjtH8epc56e0-1nCTFL4juNUxpTfwuCeHJlVAL5x9iDLcq9EFoHBHvqa8c4uI7MyS4IIpz6W0tGB072yDGGOUDRmm7dx4rdnO_u3EdxBVJ1F25DZYS6CceTSYGC17E5W4yg=s1661" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1248" data-original-width="1661" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCKzGIvu6EhE-2UMYhnTPp8tD2y5kvlFvDzF_GglLPYB0SVzihqbnnAuahjtH8epc56e0-1nCTFL4juNUxpTfwuCeHJlVAL5x9iDLcq9EFoHBHvqa8c4uI7MyS4IIpz6W0tGB072yDGGOUDRmm7dx4rdnO_u3EdxBVJ1F25DZYS6CceTSYGC17E5W4yg=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;">Source: Google Images</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">14. Boomika</span></b></div><p style="text-align: justify;">After her architect husband is contracted to refurbish a grand estate in Ooty for a large sum of money, Sam and her family move into the area with their business partner. While preparing to stay at the mansion for the night, Sam's sister-in-law starts texting Krishna, their old-friend and even sends a selfie to which he eerily replies that he too is in the picture. Later, Sam's husband reveals that Krishna had died in a car accident the previous night, and that there is no phone signal in the estate. Soon, more paranormal activities begin to occur and the group's attempts to flee are consistently thwarted by all kinds of unexplainable events...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj6k2OhBQa4qL8azQMMmOtLMrC4gyBvYdzO7yJgc5FPX35n1vSVzTI-njP9txs0oL8jjseTOyc5uI7gfHz3nPCf-PhsnqKC7gFTaFrffc0orKbl5JehhF1CpRZfh-QrZDmIW6YBv-1iwP7G09gQJNCwFMrtQ62UBSEd05ycOQ18gWH1-lRn1f_iYt1NGg=s1257" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="944" data-original-width="1257" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj6k2OhBQa4qL8azQMMmOtLMrC4gyBvYdzO7yJgc5FPX35n1vSVzTI-njP9txs0oL8jjseTOyc5uI7gfHz3nPCf-PhsnqKC7gFTaFrffc0orKbl5JehhF1CpRZfh-QrZDmIW6YBv-1iwP7G09gQJNCwFMrtQ62UBSEd05ycOQ18gWH1-lRn1f_iYt1NGg=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;">Source: Google Images</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">13. Thalaivii</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">In the late 80s, Jaya, a former movie star turned member of the Tamil Nadu Legislative Assembly questions the chief minister on the various false allegations leveled against the opposition while demanding his resignation. However, her outspoken speech leads to violence where Jaya is assaulted and humiliated. Comparing her plight to Draupadi, Jaya pledges she would only return to Fort St. George after she has become chief minister. The story then is told in flashbacks of how Jaya, a young girl with many dreams, would soon become one of the most powerful women in India...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-bat6_y_ffNT1BElNZ2_YNeO7ZZ2PSV-6hLsDzGAqz5AOgiHwWOF_hKsGlrn0rn7v6pfbPt_D_V-F3Jg4pLRIjDtkwxd3NeaPt_Za_aktTCzKebCR0WyOxF4I_Grd6zBr00pug1IxYrZyClf1-EOIKZfIYOVeULrFavNa8zq_PYpp4qbFCfx9xK2Xjw=s959" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="959" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-bat6_y_ffNT1BElNZ2_YNeO7ZZ2PSV-6hLsDzGAqz5AOgiHwWOF_hKsGlrn0rn7v6pfbPt_D_V-F3Jg4pLRIjDtkwxd3NeaPt_Za_aktTCzKebCR0WyOxF4I_Grd6zBr00pug1IxYrZyClf1-EOIKZfIYOVeULrFavNa8zq_PYpp4qbFCfx9xK2Xjw=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;">Source: Google Images</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">12. Lift </span></b></p></div></div><div><div>Guru is a new employee of a renowned IT company in Chennai. His first day goes as normal but he is then asked to stay back and complete an assignment till late in the evening. As he tries to leave, he finds that the lift has malfunctioned and he ends up in a random floor where he witnesses a security guard committing suicide. Guru tries to escape but ends up in the lift again with Harini, the human resources manager who dislikes him. They then encounters various abnormal events in the lift and the office building. Initially, they are convinced that the supernatural entity haunting them is trying to kill them but as the night goes on, they discover that there is something else in the works...</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg630FrnfoKjYynP43vMapO_4A4GW5YrZJfJXdC-ZXYyMouLSM9KMqZuPnkJpBhIyaxtv4IATdvQb2MC8LI8rLhJGJ54H12QX60-mqCIM67MfbcDVgXb1SMs08TTMKDv-wjH-WEM2GN2NTm0ZZlxZp_wlrU5t9WycCgsaNOvv01BAzqklGKRWEcKZblew=s1456" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1093" data-original-width="1456" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg630FrnfoKjYynP43vMapO_4A4GW5YrZJfJXdC-ZXYyMouLSM9KMqZuPnkJpBhIyaxtv4IATdvQb2MC8LI8rLhJGJ54H12QX60-mqCIM67MfbcDVgXb1SMs08TTMKDv-wjH-WEM2GN2NTm0ZZlxZp_wlrU5t9WycCgsaNOvv01BAzqklGKRWEcKZblew=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;">Source: Google Images</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><br /><div><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">11. Oh Manapenne!</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Karthik is a typical slacker who took five years to complete his final year. He dreams of becoming a chef and opening his own restaurant, but his father who has stopped believing in him decides to get him married to someone from a wealthy family. Karthik then ends up in the home of Shruthi, who is a class topper and aspires to start her own business despite her father's wishes for her to get married. As both Karthik and Shruthi start getting to know each other, both families realize that Karthik had ended up in the wrong house and he is quickly taken away. Despite not being each other's match, they both decide to work together to start a food truck business. However, Karthik's laziness and Shruthi's overbearingness prove to be an incompatible match in more ways then they could have imagined...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgAXl0gDqdSpM6isvaS8f63req3WSbB2uj-2B2J7YrJ30A_aeT2VdjLzyFOEp9iJ41VxnOURh-rR1g5vPkCUY3ZGve_7XozT3j4tTfZjrVtVSNZvtWCn-IpUOjoBXWvMLmNOSnOYnPoJAkvg6H3slpE2-ZY1cw7qYR8QFDQ6QltAbG7i35rTPRTqPdEwA=s961" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="723" data-original-width="961" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgAXl0gDqdSpM6isvaS8f63req3WSbB2uj-2B2J7YrJ30A_aeT2VdjLzyFOEp9iJ41VxnOURh-rR1g5vPkCUY3ZGve_7XozT3j4tTfZjrVtVSNZvtWCn-IpUOjoBXWvMLmNOSnOYnPoJAkvg6H3slpE2-ZY1cw7qYR8QFDQ6QltAbG7i35rTPRTqPdEwA=w640-h482" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;">Source: Google Images</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">10. Netrikann</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>Durga, a young policewoman with a promising career, goes blind following a road accident that killed her adoptive brother. As she is healing from the trauma of that day, young women start going missing across Chennai. She becomes convinced that the perpetrator once tried to abduct her before hitting a food delivery boy that ultimately foiled his plans. She tries to help Manikandan, the officer in charge of the case, find the predator alongside the reluctant delivery boy who reminds her of her death brother. However, unknown to any of them, the villain is not just any ordinary sexual deviant and he is always a few steps ahead of them...</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbQViHxxfKK97BoGcBtRG9TTVRqmqCMn369TX7OnAAbNlKLgU29cEb5xpjGUKKo_JoRXxhIUN288M054PG-UCAvLrQViayoQ7uUQkXWTqmMp435mhTwiS1VQdoJJuYtXbKCRXRsQE4UBPGs92_9iI6W5KjnVgG7tGgOh5prECCQvzqanGnqNkKmk4ESQ=s2428" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1822" data-original-width="2428" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbQViHxxfKK97BoGcBtRG9TTVRqmqCMn369TX7OnAAbNlKLgU29cEb5xpjGUKKo_JoRXxhIUN288M054PG-UCAvLrQViayoQ7uUQkXWTqmMp435mhTwiS1VQdoJJuYtXbKCRXRsQE4UBPGs92_9iI6W5KjnVgG7tGgOh5prECCQvzqanGnqNkKmk4ESQ=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;">Source: Google Images</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><br /><div><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">9. Sarpatta Parambarai<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Kabilan, an aspiring boxer, grows up worshipping Rangan, the local boxing coach who once trained his late father. However, Kabilan's mother disallows him from training since her husband, like many other boxers in their neighbourhood, ended up becoming henchmen for the local mobsters before dying in gang wars. However, Kabilan somehow manages to join Rangan's class, but he quickly learns that his most deadliest opponents are not those from within the ring but are from his immediate surroundings...</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJQGUlbjDkPwYfWtb-cpldKa_QYHiAFQsl3aXjSDGDgXq06LI5GH9k_XxkA6E1p9muja9EYlfrzUkpoR5WsrnAa8PyGFRoHfnF5gyakyxKp2tZQp-eCDuNDb6hg6xVL_Agcvu0MMr4r_ykHe8V06-yqY7D1BXN7Z02z4Xi1fFIhyHlAFEFdgpuWl0DMA=s936" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="703" data-original-width="936" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJQGUlbjDkPwYfWtb-cpldKa_QYHiAFQsl3aXjSDGDgXq06LI5GH9k_XxkA6E1p9muja9EYlfrzUkpoR5WsrnAa8PyGFRoHfnF5gyakyxKp2tZQp-eCDuNDb6hg6xVL_Agcvu0MMr4r_ykHe8V06-yqY7D1BXN7Z02z4Xi1fFIhyHlAFEFdgpuWl0DMA=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;">Source: Google Images</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><br /><div><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">8. Doctor</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>A young army doctor goes to the home of his former fiancé to find out why she ended their engagement. During this time, her niece is abducted by a notorious human trafficking ring. The doctor decides to help the family find their daughter by teaming up with a few local goons. Eventually, the doctor is able to get hold of one of the criminals who has been supplying his Goa-based crime lord with young girls. However, he instead chooses to let the criminal go free so he can track down the syndicate, expose them and save the other girls who have been abducted from their homes...</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgaaPo9Nir5L8xrZrCZP5rhzytozV9B_bN_dAyS9N7P19vHAQk0f4iy7Liv8SDTJCHcNfLv6SnuxjS1btPOKHt0K7Serby29Vyin5iZ1a0dE0JOvvS9Jftm_rJKrK1RH01JK37g3Vz83ZTEg_aT7nZg_9INllgAGUUgeR0VqGoqSNHm4VjKYqpiub5iOw=s974" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="974" data-original-width="731" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgaaPo9Nir5L8xrZrCZP5rhzytozV9B_bN_dAyS9N7P19vHAQk0f4iy7Liv8SDTJCHcNfLv6SnuxjS1btPOKHt0K7Serby29Vyin5iZ1a0dE0JOvvS9Jftm_rJKrK1RH01JK37g3Vz83ZTEg_aT7nZg_9INllgAGUUgeR0VqGoqSNHm4VjKYqpiub5iOw=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;">Source: Google Images</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><br /><div><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">7. Kadaseela Biriyani</span></b></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div>Chikku is a meek and studious teenager who lives a simple life away from his violent family. However, after his father is murdered by a mobster, Chiku's older brothers con him into helping them seek revenge. The three brothers travel across state lines and eventually break into the mobster's vast rubber estate. While waiting for the perfect time, they overhear the mobster's psychotic son reveal a damning confession to his parents that even shocks the brothers. However, Chiku and his brothers have come too far to turn back now...</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtDbm6EIq8X7CFIniQBBmWOu32p9GHQAgZapo4CmVN7P21jBgfslzinsFDx2BdALUpnzV5kRz_DNvSR9Z23rL77fI3lFdzw9FykRedUEyWkn_ywb5gvtQ9Adb0Ez0HE4MOnFaQmunhSTKApAW_wrBuTXXJNMK_2ELzrFzmF6b_3iYVmAK4WOqpeUNWsg=s1278" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1278" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtDbm6EIq8X7CFIniQBBmWOu32p9GHQAgZapo4CmVN7P21jBgfslzinsFDx2BdALUpnzV5kRz_DNvSR9Z23rL77fI3lFdzw9FykRedUEyWkn_ywb5gvtQ9Adb0Ez0HE4MOnFaQmunhSTKApAW_wrBuTXXJNMK_2ELzrFzmF6b_3iYVmAK4WOqpeUNWsg=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;">Source: Google Images</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><br /><div><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">6. Blood Money</span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div>Kaliyappan and his brother are sentenced to death in Kuwait for allegedly their employer's Sri Lankan maid in a road accident. Before their sentence is carried out, their family in a small town in southern India make a video begging for the Indian government to intervene. The video goes viral and Rachel, an aspiring journalist, decides to make the case her first story at her new workplace. However, she is soon humiliated by jealous senior co-workers when it is revealed that the men were not convicted for manslaughter but instead were sentenced for allegedly murdering the maid and trying to dispose of the body. Nevertheless, Rachel discovers that blood money in accordance to Sharia law that is practiced in Kuwait has been paid by Kaliyappan's family but for some odd reason, the sentence is still to be carried out...</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgBScfRWP-eQHH_IYuS0AGVhkTqJvP1XXA4CB2YrtFLUvlfgpLNT_6-cIk-pGysUASBr17HznOKbk2b7ZrR0KbxNR48ynt_UXbdYyOJtUgUISfQfTl4knADlg2jeyFs58BsxyCFvyFce1VYLqPOnd9UiVi2GMmzadmYH17vldD6muP97HWiHxsdrJrRng=s695" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="522" data-original-width="695" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgBScfRWP-eQHH_IYuS0AGVhkTqJvP1XXA4CB2YrtFLUvlfgpLNT_6-cIk-pGysUASBr17HznOKbk2b7ZrR0KbxNR48ynt_UXbdYyOJtUgUISfQfTl4knADlg2jeyFs58BsxyCFvyFce1VYLqPOnd9UiVi2GMmzadmYH17vldD6muP97HWiHxsdrJrRng=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;">Source: Google Images</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><br /><div><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">5. Maanadu</span></b></div><div><div><div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>A Muslim youth from Dubai is taken some corrupt cops who blackmail him into assassinating the chief minister in Ooty before being killed himself. Since he was born in a temple dedicated to Lord Kala Bhairava, the Hindu deity of time, he gets to relive the same day over and over again each time he is killed. However, every time he overcomes a particular obstacle by using his knowledge on what will happen, he finds that someone always ends up standing in his way, which can only mean he is not the only one stuck in the same time loop...</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjTyslILmvmlk4NHx6MzTdoaKX_RivUbQNjEcWDb3fgfu9DBfJbgRJuAnIvi__boK5xhqxBDtgFywAKstOD6MGDYagqJKAR1ojtbeM4poAYzYaRAC1Le0wWpgx4j9FoM4tRYUygcjjTdZiQU4RKA6PRLFczHEViufDRy-auSCj352MDOpNZe3ATRBMDEw=s762" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="572" data-original-width="762" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjTyslILmvmlk4NHx6MzTdoaKX_RivUbQNjEcWDb3fgfu9DBfJbgRJuAnIvi__boK5xhqxBDtgFywAKstOD6MGDYagqJKAR1ojtbeM4poAYzYaRAC1Le0wWpgx4j9FoM4tRYUygcjjTdZiQU4RKA6PRLFczHEViufDRy-auSCj352MDOpNZe3ATRBMDEw=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;">Source: Google Images</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><br /><div><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">4. Jai Bhim</span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Three young men from the oppressed Irular tribe go missing one night after they are forcefully taken by a group of policemen. One of men's pregnant wife goes to Mythra, the only educated woman in the village who teaches locals how to read and write. She in turn approaches Chandru, a lawyer-turned-activist, to help bring the police officers to justice and hopefully find the missing men. However, the law appears to favour only those in power and Chandru finds that getting justice for the tribesmen will not be an easy journey...</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjsWGYHzIpjd3Lcye_J_G7Y0vshfDsaDVAxXt10K-Abz6RuA3fgC3d6AWYBX2KlSBd3v3uFG7fYUDoAHA6OhUVxRFlRmzzOfTML0xBkLRX3XkQstrB9nR1WG003hlwhCs8EcjxIo3lGfeFsASX3Uvqt3EhzBZxmp2PLgVTY9bRKF9muwmAKz7SHPq0Wwg=s732" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="550" data-original-width="732" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjsWGYHzIpjd3Lcye_J_G7Y0vshfDsaDVAxXt10K-Abz6RuA3fgC3d6AWYBX2KlSBd3v3uFG7fYUDoAHA6OhUVxRFlRmzzOfTML0xBkLRX3XkQstrB9nR1WG003hlwhCs8EcjxIo3lGfeFsASX3Uvqt3EhzBZxmp2PLgVTY9bRKF9muwmAKz7SHPq0Wwg=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;">Source: Google Images</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><br /><div><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">3. Mandela</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>The village of Soorangudi is split into two caste-based factions, the Northerners and Southerners. When the village chieftain falls ill, his sons, who each represents the two different factions respectively, decide to run for office. They both manage to secure enough votes from their respective communities. The tie breaker vote falls upon a local barber who only recently registered as a voter. How each faction, who previously never cared for the orphaned barber's existence, try to coax him into voting them in makes up the rest of the story. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhw4E-70pexIhr606rEfWPxY4QOPL3C-BKiq1N5r6VLfOtbwdVbKjNHhzWSizxhvlnpRKdeI5GvOEoIW9aIn_tfFtsGGzMy7sIaUm7-XkXLx2FUBArV4ZyRcnEXBJUhBaH38Ji3j8dc4c5G5mWEfeMVBPoccXDOejq7w_GGLa0QqTsdbGL1gpyHh9vn9A=s1067" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1067" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhw4E-70pexIhr606rEfWPxY4QOPL3C-BKiq1N5r6VLfOtbwdVbKjNHhzWSizxhvlnpRKdeI5GvOEoIW9aIn_tfFtsGGzMy7sIaUm7-XkXLx2FUBArV4ZyRcnEXBJUhBaH38Ji3j8dc4c5G5mWEfeMVBPoccXDOejq7w_GGLa0QqTsdbGL1gpyHh9vn9A=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;">Source: Google Images</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><br /><div><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">2. Aeley</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>Parthi is forced to return to his village when his conman father, Muthukutty dies. Parthi grew up hating his father who often embarrassed their family with his antics. Consequently, Muthukutty's demise has no impact on Parthi, and he goes about wondering around the village emotionlessly. When the insurance agent comes to visit, the body suddenly goes missing. Parthi then learns his father had a younger half-brother who they all just recently realized exists. Parthi convinces his newfound uncle to pretend to play dead until the insurance agent leaves. However, things do not exactly go as plan.</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhzNkMDwRwF44wb337hnA-n6h0qU-KEEr96N7jued1lNciFHGgE6GisWNhjvabDJYzGe3l1iiGNOxyKyOPfPrz217JQmjss6FkHJy2usoyfkF21p9ZKEnmPYZ5iR_7RRNLU7g8_JEs1-jbHQrcY7F95LyJzs7mwYVrrESIBDVK69EN3iC-PMssBvaZBnQ=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhzNkMDwRwF44wb337hnA-n6h0qU-KEEr96N7jued1lNciFHGgE6GisWNhjvabDJYzGe3l1iiGNOxyKyOPfPrz217JQmjss6FkHJy2usoyfkF21p9ZKEnmPYZ5iR_7RRNLU7g8_JEs1-jbHQrcY7F95LyJzs7mwYVrrESIBDVK69EN3iC-PMssBvaZBnQ=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;">Source: Google Images</span></div><div><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">1. Karnan</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>In South India, the oppressed community of Podiyankulam village are struggling every day because there is no bus stop available nearby. As a result, they have to use the bus stop at the nearby Melur village, where they are subjected to daily harassment at the hands of the dominant caste villagers there. Things take a turn for the worse when Karnan, a young man from Podiyankulam vandalizes a bus for refusing to help a pregnant lady from his village. Consequently, a high-ranking police officer named Kannabiran is brought in to investigate the case and life in Podiyankulam is about to change forever. </div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYjJNUblYoLHJN4SDT7OW0gdZk5LQnOX5ZRcyQtVA3uHxdNJ1Iper4BB84q811J7ZDCXT6H9zJSR68OhVc-94ifawWTH7vTa1NZMKGc8XDo5hPckI3JSqxCqgM-Zw1CANT2_8F8ZtNj1CfAsUEzmnzYmJTK1qNFEoMqdirKNl-CXw554C1scYCBfEZnQ=s2647" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1984" data-original-width="2647" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYjJNUblYoLHJN4SDT7OW0gdZk5LQnOX5ZRcyQtVA3uHxdNJ1Iper4BB84q811J7ZDCXT6H9zJSR68OhVc-94ifawWTH7vTa1NZMKGc8XDo5hPckI3JSqxCqgM-Zw1CANT2_8F8ZtNj1CfAsUEzmnzYmJTK1qNFEoMqdirKNl-CXw554C1scYCBfEZnQ=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;">Source: Google Images</span></div></div></div>Holy Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595821105352302177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334256948038807568.post-72304943331091675692021-12-26T21:16:00.009-08:002021-12-27T04:59:12.262-08:00Ponniyin Selvan vs. Game of Thrones<p style="text-align: justify;">Most readers nowadays are more likely to be familiar with Game of Thrones compared to Ponniyin Selvan. This is such a shame because not only do those who have read both book series recommend the latter over the former, but there are also striking parallels between the characters from both stories. Here is a rundown of the characters from Ponniyin Selvan are similar to those from Game of Thrones. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhroTd6XOVCrAZIzRg79AIfnDo7NKltbPnt823MQ-VBtYarO-ATL8tt6jrncYLcqwnPVkvI_gFciFv5tJDJwNHtrEs-hf9DUw7ygdiTZRO3lgmfmJfv1doXfBAA0V8gMUP8P14kSExefd8mkmNOrZ9m3oVSxwfd2Q2rnGDaS7DTQ9219piv91DbVNswWA=s787" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="787" data-original-width="663" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhroTd6XOVCrAZIzRg79AIfnDo7NKltbPnt823MQ-VBtYarO-ATL8tt6jrncYLcqwnPVkvI_gFciFv5tJDJwNHtrEs-hf9DUw7ygdiTZRO3lgmfmJfv1doXfBAA0V8gMUP8P14kSExefd8mkmNOrZ9m3oVSxwfd2Q2rnGDaS7DTQ9219piv91DbVNswWA=w540-h640" width="540" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">1. King Robert Baratheon - King Sundara Chola</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2FIwSbydsCxNXZwL5neJI6CqeiF4g_Y81IZmmQlkRfSIozcTgACBAyFstxvQoidd0LVcjgAIBYztlxOsvWCFOociDTxvkLXOff6wkR7KNfvHIkuOSsjwlHbbbZcZGu3ReTJ32YXGWkPuNa2R62N-kN-Xr2JQN69QY1mZTTBT-ai0o7FKtxiv1h2hNaQ=s955" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="506" data-original-width="955" height="340" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2FIwSbydsCxNXZwL5neJI6CqeiF4g_Y81IZmmQlkRfSIozcTgACBAyFstxvQoidd0LVcjgAIBYztlxOsvWCFOociDTxvkLXOff6wkR7KNfvHIkuOSsjwlHbbbZcZGu3ReTJ32YXGWkPuNa2R62N-kN-Xr2JQN69QY1mZTTBT-ai0o7FKtxiv1h2hNaQ=w640-h340" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;">Both are kings of their respective kingdoms, but are essentially forced to share their power with other powerful men in order to maintain peace in their empires. Their deaths spark the major conflict of both stories.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">2. Cersei Lannister - Nandhini </span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiHnCv5om8gGxMBE6cnEHETt-MTZNRcnWSIZwecw_GHBUy0u62PGBSD3Wbo-tsAULB8b-2LSyj0qa43Vit23FfHxGoRaHqGzaBM_3E7gjtjY2g-Qhc-a2b1uEPnn5Wbv8zU2biodBNMFVugxaveETppgvL5oQQ8cgWQHCTJ9QvbF5QMVN3zFX4Bhrqnuw=s837" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="521" data-original-width="837" height="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiHnCv5om8gGxMBE6cnEHETt-MTZNRcnWSIZwecw_GHBUy0u62PGBSD3Wbo-tsAULB8b-2LSyj0qa43Vit23FfHxGoRaHqGzaBM_3E7gjtjY2g-Qhc-a2b1uEPnn5Wbv8zU2biodBNMFVugxaveETppgvL5oQQ8cgWQHCTJ9QvbF5QMVN3zFX4Bhrqnuw=w640-h398" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;">Strong and powerful women with great beauty from powerful families who then marry into even more powerful families to solidify their positions. Both possess an unquenchable thirst for power and can easily manipulate those around them to do their bidding. </p><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">3. Tyrion Lannister - Vandiyathevan </span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirAXSwPfP7XB7-FUW99muU1_QrXVMviF6GE13Otfb8PaXm5ArmMe9-bfDF_K9OfA3OCfb-YXw8UDMPIvSAv-QxIBDTcTd99aB01JnpDqKT6Khi3eAmYxASMfOTcUbgzGJqHBcup3Ca6RYG8yR88rVIrD5-Q4rPPHczXVA2OkFzWVFh7YVNUY5SK83Tnw=s1008" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="678" data-original-width="1008" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirAXSwPfP7XB7-FUW99muU1_QrXVMviF6GE13Otfb8PaXm5ArmMe9-bfDF_K9OfA3OCfb-YXw8UDMPIvSAv-QxIBDTcTd99aB01JnpDqKT6Khi3eAmYxASMfOTcUbgzGJqHBcup3Ca6RYG8yR88rVIrD5-Q4rPPHczXVA2OkFzWVFh7YVNUY5SK83Tnw=w640-h430" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;">Renowned for their wit and intelligence which allow them to survive countless life-threatening situations. Both journey on great adventures across their respective empires. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">4. Jon Snow - Arulmozhi Varman</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh6RZM4Ti0n2i1gEbkKAVcBdz-BlNjFG7QjAzqgggiQR7OEibiQGRavx9hrnI6EYWo8UOn6NdyexG9idG_zWdXYr99nSmQ-wUnPxt6vVloDdN-SPhTLlOXc6ce3g0XuaOzEnHWKgw_c-iepRhHx7cVtClJ9-kQwGJ3qx8tACjr1URXj7Dbt--aRh8-Www=s776" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="474" data-original-width="776" height="390" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh6RZM4Ti0n2i1gEbkKAVcBdz-BlNjFG7QjAzqgggiQR7OEibiQGRavx9hrnI6EYWo8UOn6NdyexG9idG_zWdXYr99nSmQ-wUnPxt6vVloDdN-SPhTLlOXc6ce3g0XuaOzEnHWKgw_c-iepRhHx7cVtClJ9-kQwGJ3qx8tACjr1URXj7Dbt--aRh8-Www=w640-h390" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Great young warriors from powerful families who are sent away from home on important missions and are fated to become heirs to the throne despite their own wishes. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">5. Daenerys Targaryen - Kunthavai </span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhepazeAJfLTLKffTbdrXBwsmjoN1UdAgF2iNFPWajfUXL11aV-7YrpKiwxLfbStmBr6FUmhLHE3ZwAGz-bMVOZz07dWyfA_mflDrNhlY057oNx5Va_a-rKXb4SVh6oZEZOoZPz93VPsAvGlYwLVfv4Hl8enJ3IGZrIZpHeJ_odkZpPxc4P-5U_Z9v0vg=s3096" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2384" data-original-width="3096" height="492" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhepazeAJfLTLKffTbdrXBwsmjoN1UdAgF2iNFPWajfUXL11aV-7YrpKiwxLfbStmBr6FUmhLHE3ZwAGz-bMVOZz07dWyfA_mflDrNhlY057oNx5Va_a-rKXb4SVh6oZEZOoZPz93VPsAvGlYwLVfv4Hl8enJ3IGZrIZpHeJ_odkZpPxc4P-5U_Z9v0vg=w640-h492" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;">Intelligent princesses who do not wish to hide behind a man throughout their lives and instead plan to unite the empire under their respective kingdoms. Both are the female leads of their respective stories. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">6. Rob Stark - Aditya Karikalan </span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgC289clzew3KDI_j2bdefYU-ck5iNdNrsQJHtHjlVbBaBsDauhDhMxy1ESz3ZFDu_6H8SxFf2VRQrdhRgk45PZ5HVtFpEtuRZ-8GY6wDKfAXNEfzvfkDx_87JQO5t6gSOclmVJfyMSppI0m6ciu9u_WuZwBUi5xqLDtBFFHU4Oz8Po5e3l5GcIbTkOHg=s1412" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1104" data-original-width="1412" height="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgC289clzew3KDI_j2bdefYU-ck5iNdNrsQJHtHjlVbBaBsDauhDhMxy1ESz3ZFDu_6H8SxFf2VRQrdhRgk45PZ5HVtFpEtuRZ-8GY6wDKfAXNEfzvfkDx_87JQO5t6gSOclmVJfyMSppI0m6ciu9u_WuZwBUi5xqLDtBFFHU4Oz8Po5e3l5GcIbTkOHg=w640-h500" width="640" /></a></div><b><br /></b><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Fearless, great warriors who are the heir to their respective father's positions. Consequently, both are the subjects of conspiracies that involve a grand ceremony. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">7. Sansa Stark - Vanadhi </span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgIn0k3QRbYH61NdfVmOXBHqs_XLSLWE72UistQqX8dpsBYSVBcm74E-Rku_hsPcN3eZ7Fvs6INph33_Bnb4FTe1WNgsxH6YP-t2En0fZReus1JR9eHknbIn5zemQ_yuk0tszty7GErKeCOG_AzkYUlxX5K94aGXXhsrr7Df2bIqb0YhWtKdzuGB4VWcQ=s1410" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="866" data-original-width="1410" height="394" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgIn0k3QRbYH61NdfVmOXBHqs_XLSLWE72UistQqX8dpsBYSVBcm74E-Rku_hsPcN3eZ7Fvs6INph33_Bnb4FTe1WNgsxH6YP-t2En0fZReus1JR9eHknbIn5zemQ_yuk0tszty7GErKeCOG_AzkYUlxX5K94aGXXhsrr7Df2bIqb0YhWtKdzuGB4VWcQ=w640-h394" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;">Beautiful young women from minor noble families who associate themselves with much more powerful families and even harbour fantasies of marrying kings. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p></p></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">8. Joffrey Baratheon - Mathuranthagan</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiYBdMRwhd5bSA6CjSEF4ZX6-ZqdNNg6EaifjV4Bt3AF9khQGQN-V74DGGFDpqRp4-mG8gfy-RjpzDj9vf_KyIBHg1fxiYKTHcYWajlx2EIRNZ_PPYu3a8wLNjiGpSRRSpIctbc1m3-mENX12_iimFsDYIsrgGF-XNqRjq6jc9L1g7OWkSyBB3JCNJXjA=s2344" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1552" data-original-width="2344" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiYBdMRwhd5bSA6CjSEF4ZX6-ZqdNNg6EaifjV4Bt3AF9khQGQN-V74DGGFDpqRp4-mG8gfy-RjpzDj9vf_KyIBHg1fxiYKTHcYWajlx2EIRNZ_PPYu3a8wLNjiGpSRRSpIctbc1m3-mENX12_iimFsDYIsrgGF-XNqRjq6jc9L1g7OWkSyBB3JCNJXjA=w640-h424" width="640" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b>Potential candidates for the throne but are cowards who do not deserve to become king but still conspire with others to claim it for themselves. <p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">9. Varys - Aniruddha Brahmaraiyar </span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgLY2FTPlmWJcBuds9oiEpDa05Jl8YjhbXCd_7GrmTYEkSkstMjd9rLWSY_HMd88wJo3O6ALlZHZVkul1vOygo5QcQeuVCHQDok5ajueeKCfyZCtM4FIJ8vd4xdkimknnzho3RhXuahxw9ZNblm2K5GA57GlbD96QMqUvyCVhfg3m_K7-fhFTfuoklYuw=s868" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="868" height="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgLY2FTPlmWJcBuds9oiEpDa05Jl8YjhbXCd_7GrmTYEkSkstMjd9rLWSY_HMd88wJo3O6ALlZHZVkul1vOygo5QcQeuVCHQDok5ajueeKCfyZCtM4FIJ8vd4xdkimknnzho3RhXuahxw9ZNblm2K5GA57GlbD96QMqUvyCVhfg3m_K7-fhFTfuoklYuw=w640-h398" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;">Powerful courtiers with a wide network of spies that allow them to possess information that is inaccessible to anyone else in the kingdom. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p></p></div><div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">10. Ygritte - Poonguzhali</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjm5zMfRsQ6_jDWaHQ4Ge_MV5Pm0-Jm0m0Lj9aA8SjjM339tWBYZk-8ZQh1W8NRyyjG4TKyqc_0fTV1Nq1iGDhFSp2zGteyT-izP_02wOIsYs4_Zm8cts6hV97gbpy5H0bfkis1if6qVI51zH0H1-5uDU6-CxFEGSENe6ISXBUV9llMcurINCA2ieLLWQ=s988" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="652" data-original-width="988" height="422" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjm5zMfRsQ6_jDWaHQ4Ge_MV5Pm0-Jm0m0Lj9aA8SjjM339tWBYZk-8ZQh1W8NRyyjG4TKyqc_0fTV1Nq1iGDhFSp2zGteyT-izP_02wOIsYs4_Zm8cts6hV97gbpy5H0bfkis1if6qVI51zH0H1-5uDU6-CxFEGSENe6ISXBUV9llMcurINCA2ieLLWQ=w640-h422" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;">Strong young tribal women who save young men from powerful families from danger while they are far away from home and eventually fall in love with them. </p><p></p></div><div><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Even the most powerful families in Ponniyin Selvan parallel those in Game of Thrones</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">1. Pandiyans - House of Targaryen </span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">The previous dynasty that ruled the empire before being overthrown by a new family that joined forces with other minor noble families.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">2. Cholas - House of Baratheon</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">The current royal family that has to align with many minor noble families in order to stay in power and maintain peace. Nevertheless, many conspire against them. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">3. Pazhuvettaraiyargal - House of Lannister</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">The second most powerful family in the land that controls the kingdom's economy and is thus the most powerful financially. It is essential that the royal family remain close to them to stay in power. </p></div>Holy Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595821105352302177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334256948038807568.post-49971519535313916802021-10-31T08:19:00.000-07:002021-10-31T08:19:36.778-07:00MALAYSIAN TV SHOWS FOR DEEPAVALI 2021<p style="text-align: justify;"><b>3rd NOVEMBER</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>Deepavali Yennai Kulliyal (TV3, 5:35am):<br /></b>Celebrate the festival of lights with Bezique Streams and tune to understand the benefits of the age old Deepavali tradition Yennai Kulliyal (Oil Bath).<br /><br /><b>Nam Naatu Arusuvai (Okey TV, 10:00am)<br /></b>Join Chef Vasantha Jothi as she demonstrates how to prepare "tofu rendang" for a vegetarian Deepavali. <br /><br /><b>Karuppu (TV2, 3:00pm):<br /></b>A moving story about a boy who goes blind after a tragic ends and struggles to face the challenges that life has in store for him. <br /><br /><b>Deepa Oli (TV2, 9:00pm):<br /></b>The annual Deepavali live show by Minnal FM with a range of musical performances by local Indian talents that will be recorded at the Perdana Auditorium.<br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>Kannadi Manasu (TV2, 10:30pm): <br /></b>Anand suffers from ‘Obsessive Compulsory Disorder’ (OCD) a type of mental disorder but falls in love with Priya, an employee in his office. Despite having struggled with the disease since childhood, he has to come to terms with his love for Priya.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>4th NOVEMBER<br /></b></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Kochadaiiyaan (Astro Vaanavil, 9:00am):</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">An animated period drama epic film written by K.S Ravikumar and directed by Soundarya Rajinikanth is India's first photorealistic motion capture film. This film features characters whose designs were based on the appearance and likeness of their respective actors. Starring: Rajinikanth & Deepika Padukone. </div><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Veetukku Veedu Deepavali (Astro Vaanavil, 12:30pm):</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A Deepavali celebration with Malaysian artists featuring the "Tamiletchumy" cast and team. This show will showcase a variety games & debates presented in a fun and informative way. "Tamiletchumy" was the top TV Show on Astro Vaanavil in 2020 and S2 is currently airing with high viewership.<br /><br /><b>Gunting Bhavana (TV3, 2:00pm):<br /></b><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">Bhavana is a popular hair stylist who losses her ancestral scissors one day. During this time, all her children and their spouses are back home for Deepavali. Because of this, Bhavana accuses them of stealing her scissors. This leads to a series of funny and hearwarming moments. </span><br /></div></div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><div><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Deepavali Special with Pallavi Bakery (Astro Vaanavil, 7:30pm):</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">A fun filled Deepavali special show with Pallavi Bakery Team. </div></span></div></div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Paramapatham (Astro Vaanavil, 9:00pm):</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A Malaysian Tamil movie with 18 awards at various international film festivals. Shown during prime time, this is the FIRST mind twisting, Malaysian inspired board game story. Directed by Viknes Perrabu and Thanesh Perrabu, this fantasy-thriller story is about an archaeologist named Aroon and his three friends who find an ancient board game during an expedition, but they are unable to finish the game, and the game starts to affect their lives in more ways than one. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Lakshmi (TV2, 9:00pm):<br /></b>This 2018 musical dance film is written and directed by A. L. Vijay starring Ditya Bhande as the titular character along with Prabhu Deva and Aishwarya Rajesh in the lead roles alongside a supporting cast including Salman Yusuff Khan and Karunakaran. The film is loosely based on the theme of goddess Lakshmi.</div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Chandramukhi (Astro Vaanavil, 11:00pm):</b></div><div><div>An extended family move into a former royal palace, paying no heed to the warnings about ghosts. Soon inexplicable occurrences causes them to call a renowned psychiatrist to help solve the mystery.</div></div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>5th NOVEMBER</b></div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Ore Varthey (TV2, 8:00am):</b><br /><div>The separation between a mother and father that impacts the children as a result of not getting the full love and attention causes their children to choose the wrong direction in life.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><b>En Iniya Pon Nilaave (TV2, 3:00pm):<br /></b><div>Pungguzhali is on a search for the first woman her grandfather, Govinthasamy has ever loved. The only clue she has is that the woman has the same name as her.</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Cahaya Muthusamy (TV9, 8:30pm):<br /></b>Sam no longer celebrates Deepavali since he became estranged from his own family. However, this year, fate has different plans for him. </div><div><br /></div><div><div><b>Kumbalangi Nights (TV2, 9:00pm):</b></div></div><div><div>Four stepbrothers - Saji, Bonny, Bobby and Franky raised themselves following their father's death and their mother's abandonment. As young men, they are forced to go through various challenges in life since they were never raised by proper adults who could serve as their guide.</div></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Dhira (Astro Vaanavil 10:00pm):<br /></b>A Tamil adventure animated movie based on the chronicles of legendary Indian poet, Tenali Ramakrishna.</div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>6th NOVEMBER</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Vasantham Deepavali Special (TV2, 4:30pm)</b><br />Follow the discussion of various interesting topics in conjunction with Deepavali 2021 celebrations with special guests who will share their thoughts on our second time celebrating this Festival of Lights amidst the Covid-19 pandemic.</div><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Cikgu Kamala (TV3, 12:30am):</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kamala is a modern girl who is posted to a school in a village far away from the comforts of the city. She has a challenging time adjusting to life in the countryside. However, she makes a vow to only return to her hometown for Deepavali once she has settled down in her new home. However, she becomes enemies with Miss Nora, who is jealous of Kamala and tries to make life difficult for her. <br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>7th NOVEMBER</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Singh Susu (TV3, 12:30am): </b><br />Amarjit Singh is bad at football but he is determined to become the next Cristiano Ronaldo. On the eve of Deepavali, a friendly tournament is being held and Amarjit vows to join the game and prove himself worthy of playing football. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Sarva Thalam Maayam (TV2, 9:00pm): <br /></b>This is a story about a famous mridangam player named Vembu Iyer and his student Peter Johnson, son of an expert mridangam maker named Johnson who is a crazy Vijay fan. Because of his caste, Peter faces many challenges in becoming a musicial in the Chennail classical music scene, until Vembu shows up as his saviour. </div><p></p>Holy Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595821105352302177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334256948038807568.post-1488899551326491992021-10-04T06:36:00.001-07:002021-10-04T06:36:16.160-07:00The Crimes of Grindelwald: Top 12 Characters We Can Expect To See<div style="text-align: justify;">
Right after the first Fantastic Beasts film came out, fans all across the world were already asking for a sequel. Thankfully, our queen JK Rowling promised at least another four movies in this new franchise that will exist within the Harry Potter world that she has created. Along with the announcement of the next film's title - The Crimes of Grindelwald, the filmmakers also released a really cute poster with both old and new characters. So this is the time to speculate how most of these new (and old) characters might make their appearances.</div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">1) Young Professor Dumbledore</span></b><br />
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Jude Law will be playing a young Professor Dumbledore. During the events of <i>Fantastic Beasts</i>, Dumbledore is still the Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts as well as a recruiter for prospective Hogwarts students. During this time, he was a regular columnist for the magazine called Transfiguration Today. We can also look forward to seeing the epic duel between him and Grindelwald, although that might only happen in the final film.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">2) Credence Barebone</span></b><br />
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It should come as no surprise to anyone that Credence survives the Auror attack from the first film. Now that he is free from the clutches of his abusive adoptive mother, it will be interesting to see if he remains the shy and self-conscious boy from before or if he develops into a villain. One thing is for sure. There is no way he will be ready to embrace the Wizarding World with open arms now after he was attacked so violently for something he could barely control. There have been numerous fan theories on the significance of Credence's character and if he might be related to anyone from the original <i>Harry Potter</i> stories (read: the Riddles). This seems possible with reports suggesting that he will be travelling to Europe by following a circus owner...<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">3) The Maledictus</span></b><br />
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Seen cosying up to Credance is an Asian young woman, said to be playing a yet to be identified Maledictus, which is someone whose blood is cursed and will turn into a beast. This is the first mention of such a thing in the Potter saga, so nothing much is known about it. We are not sure if a Werewolf is a kind of Maledictus or if Muggles can carry this curse too. The only person who is mentioned to have a blood-related curse is Astoria Malfoy from <i>The Cursed Child</i>, although we all pretend that is not actually canon. So both Credence and this Maledictus are intimate probably because both of them are cursed, albeit in different ways and that brought them close.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">4) Leta Lestrange</span></b><br />
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We only saw her in a magical photograph. Perhaps now we get to see her in person. In case you don't remember, Newt took the blame for an experiment Leta was conducting that went wrong and almost killed another student. As a result, he was expelled from Hogwarts. It will be interesting to see how much Leta has in common with the future Black-Lestrange family members. While talking about Leta in the first <i>Fantastic Beasts</i> film, it was clear that Newt has feelings for her but refused to elaborate any further. So, it is crucial we consider who she is snuggling with here...<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">5) Theseus Scamander</span></b><br />
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Elder brother of our protagonist Newt, Theseus is a powerful British Auror. He is considered a war hero after going against the Ministry of Magic and helping Muggles during World War I. Although Newt and Theseus are not estranged, they are not particularly close either, what with Theseus not approving of Newt's career in Magizoology. Newt also did not inform Theseus he was in New York despite Theseus corresponding with MACUSA all the time. Adding fuel to their predicament is Leta is engaged to Theseus while Newt clearly has feelings for her. Drama...<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">6) Bathilda Bagshot</span></b></div>
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Like Newt, Professor Bagshot also wrote a famous book that became a Hogwarts textbook. Unknown to many, she is also Grindelwald's British great-aunt. Her book is A History of Magic, which might as well be the name of the sequel since it would be cool to name each film after a textbook. When she was older, the alleged senile Bathilda became close with Lily Potter since they both lived in Godric's Hallow. They talked about Grindelwald and Dumbledore relationship. Bathilda even celebrated Harry's first birthday with his parents.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">7) Henry Potter</span></b></div>
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Yes, this man is none other than Harry's paternal great-grandfather. Known as 'Harry' among those close to him, he was a Pure-blood Wizard who served in the Wizengamot, which is the Wizarding high court that predates the Ministry of Magic, during the First World War. He was a controversial figure in history for his outspoken criticism against the Ministry of Magic's policy of banning Wizards and Witches involvement in the Muggle War. He was fiercely pro-Muggle and helped Muggles during wartime. Many believe this was the main reason the Potter family was ultimately excluded from the Sacred Twenty-Eight. Now with the Fantastic Beasts sequels covering the time period during World War II, it is possible for Henry to return to helping Muggles being persecuted by the Nazis.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">8) Leonard Spencer-Moon</span></b></div>
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The British Wartime Minister for Magic was Leonard Spencer-Moon who served from 1939 to 1948. Coincidentally, the Prime Minister of Britain was Winston Spencer Churchill. Probably both Ministers are related somehow through the aristocratic Spencer family. After all, if it is possible FDR was Churchill's seventh cousin, why can't he be related to the Magic Minister too? (Wishful thinking?) Leonard became Minister for Magic because his predecessor, Hector Fawley took Grindelwald's "For the Greater Good" revolution lightly and was removed from office.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">9) Xenophilius Lovegood</span></b><br />
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More popularly known as Luna Lovegood's single father and editor of the The Quibbler, there is more about this eccentric Wizard than meets the eye. During Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour's wedding at the Burrow, Viktor Krum accused Xenophilius of being a supporter of Grindelwald because he was wearing the mark of Grindelwald. He was referring to the necklace shaped like The Deadly Hallows' symbol. In the first Fantastic Beasts film, JK Rowling followed up on this plot point by having Grindelwald own a similar necklace. But here's the thing - what if it is the very same necklace? Xenophilius does have a neck for curious artifacts and perhaps The Deadly Hallows were some of them. Also, his only daughter Luna would grow up to marry Magizoologist Rolf Scamander, grandson of Newt and Porpentina Scamander and they would have twin sons. Another interesting Lovegood fact is that JK. Rowling initially wanted to introduce Rolf as a character in the final book where he would tell Harry and his friends about The Deadly Hallows. However, she eventually changed her mind and had his future father-in-law tell it to them. See how The Lovegoods and Scamanders are more connected that we are lead to believe?<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>10) </b><b>Nicholas Flammel</b></span><br />
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It cannot be a coincidence that a real-life, renowned individual that was mentioned in the first book but never makes an appearance just so happens to live in France where the next film will take place. The oldest stone house in Paris was one of Flamel's houses that still stands at 51 rue de Montmorency. There is even an old inscription on the wall, with a restaurant occupying the ground floor. There is even a street close to the Louvre Museum named after him which intersects with another street named after his wife. The creator of the Philosopher's Stone and Beauxbaton alumni will probably be introduced as Dumbledore's partner in Alchemy, as referenced in the latter's Chocolate Frog Card.<br />
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Holy Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595821105352302177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334256948038807568.post-78774522859763115792021-10-02T17:17:00.016-07:002022-01-03T04:25:05.651-08:00Top 12 Fan Theories About Dumbledore's Endgame<div style="text-align: justify;">
Professor Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts school, has hidden many truths from everyone in his circle over the course of the books. Snape was not wrong when he described Dumbledore as raising Harry like a pig for slaughter. Yes, ever since Dumbledore witnessed Trelawney unconsciously foresee the one who could defeat Voldemort, he had been weaponizing Harry to fulfill the prophecy. Till today, fans are still debating about the extent of which Dumbledore manipulated Harry to grow from The Boy Who Lived into The Chosen One. Here are some of the most plausible fan theories about Dumbledore's ultimate plan that readers of the books might not have caught up on:</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">1) He planned for Harry, not Neville, to be The Chosen One</span></b></div>
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We all know the boy in Trelawney's prophecy could either refer to Harry or Neville Longbottom. But why did Voldemort choose to go after only Harry and not Neville? Dumbledore claims Voldemort saw Harry, his fellow Half Blood, as more of a threat than the pure-blood Neville. This makes sense since the Tom Riddle memory from the Hocrux diary draws attention to how similar he is to Harry in the Chamber of Secrets. But still, killing off only one of the two boys just seems out of character for a paranoid psychopath like Voldemort.<br />
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It seems more likely - based on Dumbledore's actions - that he manipulated Voldemort into seeing Harry as more of a threat than Neville. After listening to Trelawney's prophecy, Dumbledore told the Potters to go into hiding but he makes no mention about telling this to the Longbottoms. When Voldemort learns about this from Warmtail, he might have immediately assumed that Dumbledore viewed the Potter boy as a more valuable asset that the Longbottom one. In the end, Voldemort merely sent his Death Eaters to go after the Longbottoms while personally going after the Potters. This could have been purely coincidental, but knowing Dumbledore, it must have been part of his bigger plan. Neville, being a pure-blood, would have been part of a larger extended magical family. Also, there is his overbearing grandmother, who would have made it difficult for Dumbledore to deal with than a boy with Muggle relatives who did not really care for him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>2) He let Sirius rot in Azkaban on purpose</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dumbledore is a skilled Legilimens who could have easily explored Sirius' mind and deducted that he is innocent of mass murder. Instead, we are left to assume that after Sirius was sentenced to imprisonment, he and Dumbledore never met which means Dumbledore never got the chance to discover the truth. But this seems unlikely since Dumbledore never leaves behind any lose ends. Additionally, he is the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, which provides him full access to all Azkaban inmates. If his word is enough to free Snape, he could have easily freed Sirius as well. And yet, Sirius was left to rot in Azkaban for 12 years. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">One of the most curious aspects of Sirius' imprisonment is he never stood trial while actual Death Eaters did. Barty Crouch Sr. was so convinced that Sirius was guilty that he immediately sent him to Azkaban. It is almost as if someone more powerful and influential - Dumbledore - had something to do with it. It is highly probable that Sirius, being Harry's godfather, would have insisted he raise Harry if he was freed from all charges. That would have deprived Harry from the sacrificial protection that his Aunt Petunia provides him. And not to mention how inconvenient it would be for Dumbledore to groom Harry into fulfilling Trelawney's prophecy. Also, Sirius is quite a playful person and Dumbledore must have had his doubts on whether he could properly raise a future warrior. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSwDBXKq5KOOvzZ9NPkkA7tHp3X_U5pX_hwdBcOV6WDGWFVr0BHSWKBZb3jS2suhS-aVHxgaH_oOX8LQ1o5YkBbvOkDzppNoaoXpBXzCQvkXNCH3sgeYgTOSte0NyPeH_2j0wOyyJMMdCp/s974/yiop.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="646" data-original-width="974" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSwDBXKq5KOOvzZ9NPkkA7tHp3X_U5pX_hwdBcOV6WDGWFVr0BHSWKBZb3jS2suhS-aVHxgaH_oOX8LQ1o5YkBbvOkDzppNoaoXpBXzCQvkXNCH3sgeYgTOSte0NyPeH_2j0wOyyJMMdCp/w640-h424/yiop.png" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Source: Google Images</span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></i></div> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b style="text-align: justify;">3) He arranged for Harry to be sorted into Gryffindor</b></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When they first meet, Hagrid tells Harry that Slytherin is the house of bad wizards. Almost immediately after that, Harry bumps into the Weasleys, a family of borderline anti-Slytherin Gryffindors, at King's Cross when he first boards the Hogwarts Express. This is a bit of a stretch but notice how Molly Weasley appears to be unsure of which platform to go to and makes this publicly known, attracting Harry's attention. This is definitely puzzling since she has so many children who she sends off to Hogwarts every year.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<br />It is more likely that Dumbledore arranged for Harry to be acquainted with not just Hagrid, but also the Weasleys, all friendly, kind-hearted Gryffindors, so that Harry would be influenced to pick that house at Hogwarts. This is after all post-First Wizarding War Hogwarts and Slytherin mainly comprises of Death Eater's children and that would be such a toxic environment for Harry to be in. Not to mention that many of these Death Eaters believe that Harry himself is a powerful Dark Wizard since he seemingly defeated Voldemort as an infant.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span>4) </span></b><b><span>He allowed the Basilisk to roam freely </span></b></span></div>
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Yes, this sounds extreme. But think about it; nobody died the second time the Chamber of Secrets is opened while Harry is at Hogwarts. After the cat Mrs. Norris is found petrified next to the graffiti announcing the opening of the Chamber of Secrets, Dumbledore must have become aware of the danger his school is in. Dumbledore already knew the Chamber was previously opened by Tom Riddle fifty years ago. But what he did not know is where the Chamber is or who is controlling the Basilisk this time. His only option is to let everything unfold to gather more information, all while minimizing collateral damage. </div>
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Thus, to trick the culprit into thinking they are killing Muggle-borns, Dumbledore manipulated the situation to his advantage. He indirectly supplied the Basilisk with victims, all while making sure they were protected from its deadly stare through various ways. This is why all its victims were only petrified and none died, unlike the first time the Chamber was opened. Dumbledore probably predicted that Harry and his friends were also conducting their own parallel investigation, which is how he was able to send them Fawkes and the Sorting Hat to help Harry. Harry defeated the Basilisk and Riddle, saved Ginny, and returned to safety with the diary. This is a crucial moment because Dumbledore finally learns that Voldemort had been making Hocruxes.</div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: xx-large;"><span>5) <span style="text-align: justify;">He arranged for Lockart to teach Harry something important</span></span></b></div></span></b><div style="text-align: justify;">
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Nope. It was obviously not Defense Against the Dark Arts. Hogwarts is not a perfect school. But why would someone as intelligent as Dumbledore hire Lockhart, one of the Wizarding world's biggest con artists ever for the job? Some say Dumbledore hired him as a joke. Some say it was to expose him as the fraud he was. Some even claim he did not care who was hired to teach that subject since the job was jinxed by an adult Tom Riddle. But all that seems unlikely since it would jeopardize the students' education.<br />
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The actual reason Dumbledore hired Lockart is because he wanted to teach Harry, and perhaps the other students, the value of humility. Harry first arrived at the school the year before as The Boy Who Lived and became a celebrity in the Wizarding world. All this fame could have easily gone into his head. With Lockart as his teacher, Harry would have been able to witness on a daily basis how an inflated ego and undue arrogance can make a person extremely unlikable. Speaking about teaching the students something important, it was not as if they learned nothing on Defense Against the Dark Arts that year. If there is one good thing Lockart did during his tenure at Hogwarts, it was organizing the Dueling Club. It was here where Harry saw Snape using the disarming spell against Lockart, and it eventually became Harry's signature spell. But Lockart is not the only incompetent Defense teacher Dumbledore had for the job with double motives, which leads us to our next point.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span>6) He wanted Harry to be at the graveyard</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After sneaky Quirell played host to Voldemort for almost an entire year right under his nose, you can safely bet Dumbledore would have been extra cautious on who he allows into Hogwarts next. Was Barty Crouch Jr. really so convincing as Mad-Eye Moody that he successfully fooled a wizard as perceptive as Dumbledore for months? Highly unlikely. The fact that Harry's name ends up in the Goblet of Fire should have been a dead giveaway someone new in the school is up to no good. It is safe to assume that Dumbledore would have learned the truth by then but allowed things to play out. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Besides, Harry was never really in any immediate danger since he is protected by his mother's blood sacrifice, which is the strongest form of magic that Voldemort continues to underestimate since he can never understand love. Harry even notices how Dumbledore appears to be happy when he learns that Voldemort took Harry's blood to create the Regeneration Potion. But more on this later. An additional protection of course is Priori Incantatem - both Harry and Voldemort's wands are brothers and cannot be used against one another. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHhAdeg6v_ifJsmRf2LSR7yTRydBXiUhGmzDM-eHK-N-fH1Bzek2UThE00JpivyNLzi0OcG9S-BV8h9jJQOCtp4ubKmtHJi6KAZrsneg3gyJGD2qDFD3pg3qe9xqMa9NoYaq76mrd4AsIA/s894/ret.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="588" data-original-width="894" height="420" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHhAdeg6v_ifJsmRf2LSR7yTRydBXiUhGmzDM-eHK-N-fH1Bzek2UThE00JpivyNLzi0OcG9S-BV8h9jJQOCtp4ubKmtHJi6KAZrsneg3gyJGD2qDFD3pg3qe9xqMa9NoYaq76mrd4AsIA/w640-h420/ret.png" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Source: Google Images</span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span>7) Umbridge is part of his plan</span></b><br /></span>
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Maybe not Umbridge specifically but anyone appointed by the corrupt Ministry for Magic would have eventually led to Harry taking his place as a rebel. Just think; why would Dumbledore, the leader of a secret society made up of the most powerful Aurors, not handpick one of them to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts, especially now that this is unarguably the most important subject considering Voldemort's return? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When Harry, Ron and Hermione finally decide to set up Dumbledore's Army during a secret meeting at Hog's Head, Dumbledore is clearly aware of this. All this time, both Mundungus Fletcher and Aberforth were keeping an eye on Harry. Dumbledore does nothing to stop Harry and his friends even though he knows what will happen to them if Umbridge finds out. Dumbledore probably allowed it to happen so that Harry gets to assume a leadership position as a Defense tutor for his friends. It is also the perfect avenue for him to practice fighting tyranny.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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<b><br /></b>Many readers argue that things would have been so much easier if Dumbledore simply revealed to Harry that Snape was actually working as a triple agent for them. However, this would have been extremely dangerous. Snape is a highly accomplished Occlumens, who can deflect mind-reading spells effortlessly, which is why he is able to survive being around skilled Legilimens like Voldemort, Quirrell, Bellatrix, Barty Crouch Jr., Narcissa and Draco to name a few. However, Harry isn't and his mind is vulnerable to infiltration, which makes it dangerous for Snape had Harry known the complete truth early on. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">However, Snape's mastery of Occlumency made both Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix question his loyalty to them respectively. This was why it is crucial that Snape kill Dumbledore himself, not just to save Draco's soul, but to gain Voldemort's complete trust. Perhaps this is why he arranged for Snape to teach Harry Occlumency - to block Harry's mind from being exposed to Voldemort or anyone else. Unfortunately, the animosity between Harry and Snape made private lessons impossible, and Harry ended up learning nothing. This is why Dumbledore had to devise another plan to prevent Harry's mind from being penetrated and manipulated by Voldemort, which leads us to the next point.<br />
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While fighting Voldemort in the Ministry's headquarters, Dumbledore purposely prolonged the duel. Both wizards are equally powerful and the duel would have gone on forever. As Voldemort grew restless, he then possessed Harry, taunting Dumbledore to kill him. It probably did not cross his mind that when a wizard possesses another person's body, they can experience whatever that person is going through. While possessing Harry, Voldemort experiences the pain of loosing a loved one - Harry had just lost Sirius, and has lived a hard life with almost no love until Hogwarts. Voldemort, who does not understand love, cannot bare this pain. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">From here onward, Voldemort never possesses Harry nor does he even come close to manipulating his mind the same way he did to lure Harry into the Department of Mysteries. It is only at this point does Dumbledore start being more honest with Harry by telling him the real reason Voldemort wants him dead. In the following year, they even explore old memories and find out the truth about Voldemort's Hocruxes, all while safely knowing that the Dark Lord will not even dare infiltrate Harry's mind anymore. However, any other Death Eater that Harry encounters outside Hogwarts might discover Snape's true loyalty, which is perhaps why Dumbledore keeps this one last information from him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span>10) He made Harry keep his Hocrux mission a secret for a very sinister reason</span></b><br /></span>
<br />As smart as Dumbledore is, even he makes mistakes; like when he wears the cursed Gaunt ring in an attempt to destroy it but it leaves him with only a few months to live. From this point on, Dumbledore makes Harry keep his knowledge of Voldemort's Hocruxes a secret from everyone except Ron and Hermione. Harry stays true to his word and never even tells McGonagall and Lupin when asked. Why didn't Dumbledore task the members of the Order of the Phoenix with finding and destroying the Hocruxes? After all, most of them are very powerful and intelligent Aurors who can find and destroy the Hocruxes more effectively than three teenagers. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Perhaps there is a very sinister reason. By now, Dumbledore would have realized that Harry too is a Hocrux and has to die. If the members of the Order knew - especially Lupin, Sirius and the Weasleys - they would have done everything they could to stop Harry from dying, effectively putting an end to Dumbledore's ingenious but twisted plan. Moreover, notice how Dumbledore does not mind Harry sharing this information with Ron and Hermione, but he never invites them to partake in exploring the various memories. Perhaps sharing too much first hand information on Hocruxes with the ever perspicacious Hermione would have made her aware of Harry being a Hocrux much earlier on than when she does in the final book. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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Had Harry known he had the chance to survive Voldemort all along, he would not have been as successful in defeating the Dark Lord. When Harry walks into the Forbidden Forest to sacrifice himself, he does so willingly. This willingness is key to his survival. Nobody coerced him to do so, but someone (read: Dumbledore) definitely misled him into doing it. Thus, by sacrificing himself out of love for his friends, he unwittingly provided everyone fighting for his side at Hogwarts with the same kind of invincible protection his mother gave him as a child.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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Also - and this is hard to prove because there is no way Dumbledore went so far as to plan for Harry to become master of the Elder Wand - but Harry somehow does. Even though Voldemort now wields the Elder Wand, its allegiance is to Harry. Since Harry chose not to defend himself against Voldemort, the Wand was not fighting off Harry. Therefore, its allegiance did not change and it merely killed off the Horcux inside Harry. Dumbledore even states, "And that, I think, will have made all the difference." Had he tried to fight back and lost, he would have lost the allegiance of the Wand and perhaps died. Or would he? Read the final theory below...</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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When in Limbo, Harry meets Dumbledore at a place that resembles Kings Cross where he is given the choice to either move on to the Afterlife, or return to the world of the living. As mentioned earlier, Dumbledore claims Harry did not fight Voldemort, which allowed for the Elder Wand to protect him. In addition, there was his mother's sacrificial protection. However, neither of these two protections explain how Harry was given the unique choice to either move on to the Afterlife or return to the realm of the living. What was it that gave Harry this level of power?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<br />Notice at this point in the story, Harry, as Dumbledore himself points out, is now master of all three Deadly Hallows; making him the master of death. But why then did Dumbledore make it seem as if it was his mother's blood and the Elder Wand's allegiance that protected him instead? Simple. Because if there is one thing Dumbledore fears, it is overwhelming power. That was even the reason he did not want to become Minister for Magic. Dumbledore never trusted himself. Perhaps he feared Harry would become power-hungry had he known the level of power he truly possessed. By the way, isn't it weird how Harry becomes somewhat like a Christ-figure by sacrificing himself for his loved ones and then ends up meeting a God-like figure at a place called Kings Cross?<br />
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Holy Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595821105352302177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334256948038807568.post-8148950989891209712021-09-25T21:52:00.013-07:002021-09-27T06:24:16.862-07:0010 Times Squid Game Hinted At Its Jaw-Dropping Twist End<p style="text-align: justify;">Spoiler alert, in case it isn't obvious enough. I'm not sure if I've been this conflicted about the ending of a TV series I've enjoyed this much. Having said that, I recently rewatched the series through a different lens and I couldn't help but admit the plot twist is actually well-deserved. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG93CjsvsMGqziukVUoTIVxY9wQLKw4T4A_jN63L0HUYXirvDfbBkufCJKFi6aLYh45CSTP6bJIY5mYFawU3x1KMHwgxMPIoU6ODKdYOwKmaw_PoQW2nWNvZFsusHI6_BvJs2JSmCweCmU/s1166/1.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="652" data-original-width="1166" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG93CjsvsMGqziukVUoTIVxY9wQLKw4T4A_jN63L0HUYXirvDfbBkufCJKFi6aLYh45CSTP6bJIY5mYFawU3x1KMHwgxMPIoU6ODKdYOwKmaw_PoQW2nWNvZFsusHI6_BvJs2JSmCweCmU/w640-h358/1.png" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;">Just to recap, a total of four hundred and fifty-six people, who are all deep in debt, are invited to play a series of six deadly survival games on a mysterious island. The series mainly follows a compulsive gambler, a once successful banker, a North Korean defector, an evil mobster, a Pakistani foreign worker, a foulmouthed woman who claims to be a single mother, and last but not least, an elderly man on the brink of dementia who is also dying of brain tumour. At the end of the series, the gambling addict - Seong Gi-hun - is the only survivor and he leaves the island with the 5.6 billion Won prize money. Later, he discovers the elderly man - Oh Il-nam - is not only still alive, but was one of the men responsible for the entire game as a form of entertainment for him and other insanely wealthy men. After a second watch, I noticed how the series actually left various clues in different episodes that hint towards Il-nam's true identity.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">1. His age</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">While most of his fellow participants are between the ages of twenty to fifty, Il-nam appears to be several decades older. Initially, his inclusion seemed to be rather emotionally manipulative on the part of the writers. However, it makes sense when we later discover that Il-nam was never meant to win the game at any point and he had always meant to leave at some point as the games became increasingly more challenging physically. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx0nvu-bEVI4To9uICK62JYWK8NYBIYbpgmsDFmA4jrnoqY0jmzbPQdaxv0ooNbq-JQA966QvpRjLykQJ08PMmggcCyr3DQxW4ejeujrzZ_akyZNn63j6i2jTrskrZH0_bdw6-xDFpGqee/s1352/2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="659" data-original-width="1352" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx0nvu-bEVI4To9uICK62JYWK8NYBIYbpgmsDFmA4jrnoqY0jmzbPQdaxv0ooNbq-JQA966QvpRjLykQJ08PMmggcCyr3DQxW4ejeujrzZ_akyZNn63j6i2jTrskrZH0_bdw6-xDFpGqee/w640-h312/2.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">2. His excitement during the first game</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">While playing the first game - Red Light, Green Light - Il-nam appears to be visibly excited. At first, we are meant to brush it off as a sign of his dementia. However, he clearly seems competent at the game despite his old age. Also, eagle-eyed viewers would have noticed how his body does not light up in the infrared cameras that is used by the automated gun that kills off the participants who move whenever they are supposed to remain still. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHjBd9rnkOA7bUk40S3C6iX6S88g5uPDuF_08bMZCR_MWEMHiWCAfKECIPxtyIEd1hh3U7oYd6Adb1VY0Jx_Rng4L9zKZfES6AP4ouel6FTZWFSAGVzjYZZYbJliox1U2Yw8cisdgjksnp/s1360/3.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="654" data-original-width="1360" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHjBd9rnkOA7bUk40S3C6iX6S88g5uPDuF_08bMZCR_MWEMHiWCAfKECIPxtyIEd1hh3U7oYd6Adb1VY0Jx_Rng4L9zKZfES6AP4ouel6FTZWFSAGVzjYZZYbJliox1U2Yw8cisdgjksnp/w640-h308/3.png" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">3. The deciding vote</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Despite organizing a competition that essentially manipulates other people's desperation for his own amusement, Il-nam appears to have somewhat of a conscience compared to the other wealthy men who come to watch the games. First, he makes sure all the participants sign an agreement so they willingly give up their lives to the games. However, when he becomes the deciding vote on whether the competition should end or not after the first game, he curiously makes the most rational decision despite his onset dementia. That way, when the participants are invited to continue to games later, his conscience will be clearer since they have come to the island fully aware of what they are signing up for. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFCnIti9lZbI2S5Zy7lEPWZHmuXm3fOUonEMrZPBhkxNEQnSz3SA6OOFWbSqwzOaPKntv3vn-0-ej-EUjIXKW4xSWFKz9oQW9EqhpULVHuZiQlrmtdX94225sxvP-w7wbn2wTsTKkNEQuX/s1362/4.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="646" data-original-width="1362" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFCnIti9lZbI2S5Zy7lEPWZHmuXm3fOUonEMrZPBhkxNEQnSz3SA6OOFWbSqwzOaPKntv3vn-0-ej-EUjIXKW4xSWFKz9oQW9EqhpULVHuZiQlrmtdX94225sxvP-w7wbn2wTsTKkNEQuX/w640-h304/4.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">4. His hesitance in choosing the umbrella sign </span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Before the second game - Honeycomb - the participants are asked to choose a sign. At this point, Gi-hun and Il-nam have formed a pact with Cho Sang-woo, the banker who is also Gi-hun's childhood friend, and Ali, the Pakistani foreign worker. Unsure of what the task is, they decide that it is safe if they each choose a different sign. At first, Gi-hun shows interest in choosing the easier star sign. When he asks Il-nam if the latter wouldn't mind taking the complicated umbrella sign, Il-nam seems visibly nervous. However, it is made to appear as if he is rambling. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzB_rsHmwP6u5_lLV_QttJyUG9OUS4PLaO0Q1Sb1wa9UBd_ycXtd2i8EK9ydDq3FwUVMeBrzviE8zlesIqrIGJLo_rj3brX2IMTRA-DodCoSkFZnCLtZD7hJfLzHvDlTOYjygVqEZxIESF/s1362/5.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="650" data-original-width="1362" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzB_rsHmwP6u5_lLV_QttJyUG9OUS4PLaO0Q1Sb1wa9UBd_ycXtd2i8EK9ydDq3FwUVMeBrzviE8zlesIqrIGJLo_rj3brX2IMTRA-DodCoSkFZnCLtZD7hJfLzHvDlTOYjygVqEZxIESF/w640-h306/5.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">5. The events during the riot</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">When Jang Deok-su kills another player, there is no penalty imposed on him. Instead, the prize money increases, which happens after any number of player is killed off. This leads to a deadly riot where Deok-su and other greedy players seek to kill off other participants who pose a threat. The staff members surprisingly do not intervene until Il-nam begs everyone to stop. Only then does the Front Man, who until this point seemed to be the one who is most in control, instruct his soldiers to end the riot. Some viewers might have noticed how when viewed through the island's infrared cameras, a shape of a triangle appears on Il-nam while the other participants do not have any shape at all when screened similarly, signaling he is different from everyone else. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX2nHbba1DY1WhtbiwEfxGMC3RLe5OC9j2WzUpX2HcojZu1sqPuV4Feno3AG8m-vZusGHEYFpIIVf1cpBSb358pzlvhcepNUvnK7ajIDXkROIGIk1xr_0b6ux9PbdddGAxSRlfW-sh4wil/s1344/6.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="636" data-original-width="1344" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX2nHbba1DY1WhtbiwEfxGMC3RLe5OC9j2WzUpX2HcojZu1sqPuV4Feno3AG8m-vZusGHEYFpIIVf1cpBSb358pzlvhcepNUvnK7ajIDXkROIGIk1xr_0b6ux9PbdddGAxSRlfW-sh4wil/w640-h302/6.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">6. His experience in playing tug-of-war</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">The most obvious sign that Il-nam not your average player is his team wins the the third game - tug-of-war - despite going up against a much stronger team. It is no secret that his team won because of the tips that he shared. He claims to have played the game multiple times and has never lost even when the opposing team has a wrester. This is a hint that is perhaps too obvious that it seems too real to be true. He is probably referring to the many times he had played this game on the island. Instead, both his fellow team members and the audience are left to assume he is referring to his youth. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9mWPA40XyyqiijzVcbEebEExbQ17UHVxv0hMSU5rkfCRCcfg6y7pDzQrGd9-gJXkWJ1Yf4zQNchDhazmLCJzCOP4pG_vE7yID7TG15x7iuQKTp87Sj7C0L0SJa1WtNBRSpl7fTzcUigrC/s1360/7.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="646" data-original-width="1360" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9mWPA40XyyqiijzVcbEebEExbQ17UHVxv0hMSU5rkfCRCcfg6y7pDzQrGd9-gJXkWJ1Yf4zQNchDhazmLCJzCOP4pG_vE7yID7TG15x7iuQKTp87Sj7C0L0SJa1WtNBRSpl7fTzcUigrC/w640-h304/7.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">7. He was meant to be eliminated before the game of marbles</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Before the fourth game is revealed, each participant had to choose a partner. Since they are now down to an odd number, one participant would be left out. Il-nam, who had a high fever and wet his pants the previous night, was clearly not expecting anyone to choose him as their partner so that he could be eliminated at this point. However, Gi-hun chooses him over the annoying Han Mi-nyeo. You would think she would be killed off since she failed to find a partner. Instead, she is spared and makes it to the next round because the island workers were clearly instructed to not kill whomever who does not have a partner. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7IuYcgfGtMxb91IgzReuFeZyeLSR3seUhHNTdyouBhNGfVOjzrmLHUNWWVK0GSvGmHC4jrMSJIY8Voj2RHdCHk1dYblsLEYrtSx7Fpld8curKtFzw1mrRrhwqgz7Ap1tMMPRD8YPeYER-/s1360/8.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="650" data-original-width="1360" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7IuYcgfGtMxb91IgzReuFeZyeLSR3seUhHNTdyouBhNGfVOjzrmLHUNWWVK0GSvGmHC4jrMSJIY8Voj2RHdCHk1dYblsLEYrtSx7Fpld8curKtFzw1mrRrhwqgz7Ap1tMMPRD8YPeYER-/w640-h306/8.png" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">8. His body is not shown</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">For a show that never shies away from showing someone's brain being blown off, we never see Il-nam being killed. Instead, audiences are left to assume he is killed off camera as a traumatized Gi-hun walks away. The game of marbles is probably the most difficult to watch because we know most of the characters we have grown to love will be killed off. Perhaps we are led of believe it would be too extreme to show the killing of such a vulnerable old character in an explicit manner. While in reality, he survives, allowing him to exit the competition as originally planned. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNP66P7elzl2ytHNepuwKf3GkBQgy7MfaeWC3gL-l5RBQwe0iCEfKtIBs9o7Rd-ilKDd0Koib3DOe5WnSqLvMM8EJTQJP3kBYj8UAZrmNhg13BZvc_Mtxsu4HsiksmzPa3C3MbA8ysVWH7/s1358/9.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="646" data-original-width="1358" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNP66P7elzl2ytHNepuwKf3GkBQgy7MfaeWC3gL-l5RBQwe0iCEfKtIBs9o7Rd-ilKDd0Koib3DOe5WnSqLvMM8EJTQJP3kBYj8UAZrmNhg13BZvc_Mtxsu4HsiksmzPa3C3MbA8ysVWH7/w640-h304/9.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">9. There is no paperwork for participant 001</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">When Hwang Jun-ho, the police detective, manages to sneak into the island, he finds the filing room with information on participants from every competition that has ever been held there. He finds the file on the latest competition, but curiously, the first page is of participant 002. This should have been a major hint since Il-nam - participant 001 - should have paperwork on him if he was just like any of the other participants. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmTPbyLrif2CbN3XutuX258tmNZiNCWbxsVB58hWQiIQuJeSBuFFfy7E5yPII8sZq9ZzaknbZ_uspD05KhSFCmwSysWE-YSZvZwkk39mDrzQ7EwP5ane137FLsJKiCtTmSD-vMAyXFki_D/s1356/10.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="646" data-original-width="1356" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmTPbyLrif2CbN3XutuX258tmNZiNCWbxsVB58hWQiIQuJeSBuFFfy7E5yPII8sZq9ZzaknbZ_uspD05KhSFCmwSysWE-YSZvZwkk39mDrzQ7EwP5ane137FLsJKiCtTmSD-vMAyXFki_D/w640-h304/10.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">10. He is Gi-hun's father?</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">This one is a bit of a stretch but bear with me. From the very first episode, Il-nam is numbered 001, the first participant, while Gi-hun is numbered 456, the last participant. They are almost intentionally placed in immediate contrast to one another. Then, in the second episode, when the surviving participants are temporarily released from the island, Il-nam suddenly shows up at the grocery store where Gi-hun is hanging out. What are the odds two participants with no connection to one another suddenly cross paths outside the island? Even Sang-woo, who is Gi-hun's childhood friend, never returns to their neighbourhood during this short period. It is logistically impossible for Il-nam to go around South Korea visiting all the participants. Even if he or any of his staff did, nobody ever visits Sang-woo, Ali, Sae-byeok, Deok-su or Mi-nyeo except to leave them the calling card. Clearly, Il-nam views Gi-hun differently. Despite all this, it is rather peculiar why a father would push his own son into a deadly survival competition like this. Could it be he is grooming his own son to take over his place? The Front Man himself is a previous champion as confirmed by his brother, Jun-ho's findings. So this could very much be the case. In the end of the series, Gi-hun is shown abandoning his plan to visit his daughter in Los Angeles as he turns around and presumably goes in search of the competition organizers. Perhaps Il-nam took a similar path too when he abandoned his family. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZor4wq514ZL-Evyh-QZGRVFyAHveM3Wi3w6_3JS4iPEQXm9ZYDkOXvDvThhRSmkYqPu0UjqWU_KBLGAEN79hWU3bU4NIt0rSNSQ35-rW3ME1zXYJrOHr326BvKVpSr9uPY92aeoo8_RuY/s712/11.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="348" data-original-width="712" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZor4wq514ZL-Evyh-QZGRVFyAHveM3Wi3w6_3JS4iPEQXm9ZYDkOXvDvThhRSmkYqPu0UjqWU_KBLGAEN79hWU3bU4NIt0rSNSQ35-rW3ME1zXYJrOHr326BvKVpSr9uPY92aeoo8_RuY/w640-h312/11.png" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Did I miss any other hint? Please let me know. </p>Holy Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595821105352302177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334256948038807568.post-20803453881795580412021-07-01T05:01:00.003-07:002021-08-15T06:33:53.842-07:00Marma Desam: Now as a Podcast on Spotify! <div style="text-align: justify;">Back during the early 2000s, I used to listen to a Tamil radio programme on THR Raaga called 'Marma Desam'. It was hosted by popular deejay Geetha. People would call in every week to share their own personal experiences with the supernatural or the paranormal. Some of the stories really spooked me and the background sound effects did not help. I am not sure when they discontinued it, or if they even discontinued it at all, but I eventually stopped listening to the radio. Very recently, I rediscovered the show and it is now available as a weekly podcast on Spotify. I binged through all the episodes and here are the top 10 scariest stories from the programme: </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">1. The strange family who appeared twice along the highway</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">This is not the most uncommon story but nevertheless, the way it was narrated gave me the chills. When Raja was 15, he would take turns with his older brother to accompany their father, who was a lorry driver, on his travels. One evening, Raja and his father came across a couple and their child whose white Nissan had broken down by the highway. Raja's father stopped his lorry to help the family fix their car. While his father was helping the husband, the caller was playing with the little child. Once the car was fixed, Raja and his father got into their lorry. Before parting ways, the husband warned Raja's father not to stop to help anyone along the way on that particular evening. The father got upset seeing as he just helped the man do that very thing. They then left and continued their journey.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Around two and a half hours later, Raja and his father witnessed the most terrifying scene in their lives. They saw that exact same family with that exact white Nissan trying to stop them. Raja's father was so horrified he let out a gut-wrenching scream as he sped through the highway. Throughout the journey, Raja's father was crying profusely as he could not digest what he had just seen. Fearing that something malevolent might be following them, Raja and his father went to a temple to pray before going home that day. A few years later, Raja's father passed away but Raja never clarified if it had anything to do with that incident. He speculates that the earlier family could be heavenly creatures sent by God to warn them against what they might encounter later, but till this day, he is not sure of what really happened that day. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Link: https://open.spotify.com/episode/7MemDcZSiING0aAzbhHnKH?si=utfArzhfRraWcQ7dfRfZog&dl_branch=1</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">2. The friendly child ghost that protected the pregnant woman from a not-so-friendly entity</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Suha and her husband moved into a home after getting married. Before settling in, they were told by a local priest that the spirit of a little girl lives there. However, this little girl bears no ill will towards anyone and the priest advices them to simply leave some of their food aside for the little spirit as an offering whenever they can. Although the young couple was a little taken aback by this, the spirit never revealed itself to them and they continued to live happily in the house. As months went by, the couple had to leave for Sabah for work. While there, they had the opportunity to go fishing, which they enjoy doing. When they came back, they were visited by some relatives who stayed with them for a few days. One day, Suha noticed her sister-in-law talking to someone. When Suha approached her, the sister-in-law was shocked as she claimed she had been talking to Suha all this time. Thinking that the spirit of the little girl did not like visitors and was trying to spook her relatives, she let the incident go. After the relatives left, both husband and wife started fighting a lot, which they normally never did. Suha also started noticing a dark figure wondering around their house late at night. Nonetheless, Suha became pregnant, and his brought great joy to the young couple amidst all the problems they were facing. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">One evening, Suha was walking up the stairs when she felt something grip her leg and drag her down. She almost hit her head on the ground had it not been for something that gently held her head. Following the incident, Suha suffered a miscarriage but she recovered. Her husband took her to the local priest. After visiting their home, the priest reinsured them that it was not the spirit of the little girl who had pulled Suha's leg. On the contrary, it was the girl who had saved her. At that point, Suha remembered the gentle little hands that held her head from hitting the floor. The husband then recalled that while they were in Sabah, they had gone fishing in a remote area which locals had warned them to be mindful of while visiting. The priest confirmed that there was a second entity in the house now, one that had followed them home from the fishing trip and this one wanted to harm them. The priest then perform some prayers to get rid of the entity. Nevertheless, the couple moved out from the house. The spirit of the child never manifested itself before Suha, but she still misses the child and is thankful for saving her life that day. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Link: https://open.spotify.com/episode/3wx7xHhWK8zUMjxwtC2Krv?si=GlZ8A0asQjOCu9Fu_x2Hew&dl_branch=1</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">3. The overly sensitive girl who cursed her landlady </span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Four years ago, Sasha rented out her home to two young ladies. Apart from keeping the place neat and tidy, Sasha made the girls promise to never bring any boys home. The girls agreed to the terms, but one day, one of the girls asked if her guy friend could stay with them for awhile as he was new in town and had not found a house to rent. Sasha agreed since this won't be a permanent arrangement. The boy was made to sleep in the living area. During weekends, Sasha would visit her mother's home, leaving the girls alone. On one such weekend, Sasha's husband came home unexpectedly and saw this girl in her room with the boy. When Sasha found out about this, she was very upset and she confronted the girl. The girl was so hurt that she attempted suicide. The girl's mother was particularly angered by the way Sasha handled the situation and called Sasha up to question her about driving her daughter to suicide, which Sasha never intended to happen. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">A few days later, Sasha was having coffee with her husband at their verandah when she accidentally stepped on something that was left on her doorstep. She was unsure of what it was and just threw it away. Little did she know that her life would change after that. While driving with her mother and husband one day, she suddenly had a panic attack for no apparent reason and had to stop their car in the middle of the busy road. Several other similar incidents would ensue. Furthermore, people around her started noticing how she wasn't eating well. Whenever she was alone, she felt as if little children were whispering into her ear, urging her to take her own life. Once, these spirits manifested themselves before her very eyes while she was in the toilet. Without even pulling up her skirt, she rushed out of the toilet but thankfully nobody was around. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">While visiting her grandparents' home, Sasha's grandmother noticed that there was a mark on her face, as if someone had spanked her across the face. Sasha's family finally took her to a Malay shaman. The shaman identified that Sasha was cursed by someone who had sent the spirit of young children to not only drive her insane, but to make her take her own life. Although the shaman did his best to rid Sasha off the spirits, she was told this curse was particularly strong and can only be undone through its victim's own self-determination. It took Sasha over two years to finally come out of this situation. Recently, Sasha came into contact with one of the girl's colleagues who confirmed that it was that girl's mother who had arranged for the curse since the girl was bragging about it at their workplace. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Link: https://open.spotify.com/episode/4xmpi0Z7946hiKwNFVSz4J?si=xGXtHDBXTt-QlCYd7jLgGg&dl_branch=1</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">4. The mysterious bus that took a little girl on the ride of her life</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Meera was the head prefect during primary school. She has to be at school early each morning to start her duties, which is why she goes to sleep early every night. One morning, she woke up and realized all the clocks at her house showed it was already six o'clock. She woke up her grandfather and told him she had to get ready for school. The bus that arrived that morning to take her to school was strange to say the least. There was nobody inside; not even a driver. Nevertheless, Meera seemed overwhelmed that she did not have to pay for her ticket that day and just got in; so overwhelmed that she did not seem to care that there was no driver as well. The bus took her to school. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Since the gate was still locked, she sat by the guardhouse while daydreaming. Then, she felt someone calling her name. When she turned around, she felt a strange energy take over her body. Not too long after that, the security guard came and asked her why she was at school so early. Meera was finally awoken from her trance and she checked her watch - it was only 10 minutes pass midnight. Nevertheless, Meera was feeling unusually brave that night and she decided to stay at school until the next morning. After that incident, apart from her odd boldness, Meera did not feel any changes in her body. Even at the age when her body should have changed, she remained the same and did not reach puberty while her younger sisters did. One day, her uncle suddenly went into a trance and instructed their family to take her to the Angalamman temple for healing. During the ritual, Meera could feel the entity inside her speak. The entity claimed that she had been inside Meera for years and the only way they could make it leave is if Meera dies. As Meera felt the arrogant entity speak through her tongue, she also witnessed the idol of the guardian deity inside the temple come to life. The deity walked towards Meera and threatens to kills the entity unless it leaves Meera's body. While nobody around her could see the deity, they did see Meera fall to the ground in penance while pleading for forgiveness from something or someone. After that, the entity seemingly left Meera's body and just a few hours later, she finally came of age. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Link: https://open.spotify.com/episode/24EXId97s4jhi0xrHszfF9?si=8o6K0InxTRqCJtejWvmCrg&dl_branch=1</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">5. The shaman who came to exorcise a house... or did he? </span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Jeevan Raj lived with a group of friends in a rental apartment. The apartment had been locked and unoccupied for over six years. They soon came to realize that the place was haunted. It all started with a rack falling apart and then things just got from bad to worse. One of Jeevan's friends got possessed and almost jumped off the building. Realizing that they are dealing with something supernatural, they approached a shaman who often prayed at the mosque opposite their apartment building. The shaman was dressed in black robes and was heavily bearded. For some reason, the shaman could not enter their apartment and so he conducted a ritual from the outside. He then left after telling the boys that he had done his best. However, the haunting did not stop. Desperate for help, Jeevan and his friends tried to get in touch with the shaman again but nobody at the mosque had seen such a man. They then approached the security team at the apartment building to get a recording of the shaman through the security cameras. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">To their surprise, the shaman never appears in any of the security recordings. All the recordings merely show Jeevan and one of his friends walking to into their apartment building and towards their apartment with an empty space where the shaman was supposed to be. Jeevan then approached their landlord to explain what had been happening at the apartment. The landlord finally revealed that six years ago, around seven to eight girls used to live in the same apartment. One of the girls got pregnant and hung herself in one of the rooms there. Nobody knows why and the landlord had kept this a secret. Finally, Jeevan took his friends to a priest in his hometown who conducted some prayers and concealed all the apartment's negative energy in an object. He then instructed Jeevan to burry the object in a nearby cemetery. Now, getting to the cemetery itself proved to be quite a challenge, almost as if something was stopping them. First, their car could not start up. So, one of his roommates who has a motorcycle took the object by motorcycle to the river. On his way, he met with an accident but fortunately, he was fine. Jeevan called up the priest and explained what had happened. The priest told him to bring the object over and they finally threw it into a river. Till this day, Jeevan is not sure who was it who came as a shaman to their apartment that day. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Link: https://open.spotify.com/episode/1jPYKHx2QrsBFOvCpq2WfS?si=pyYRY04UTDGqwMDdqztZ2g&dl_branch=1</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">6. The man who entered the spirit world and got out thanks to...</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Sara was traveling home one night. Since he was rushing home, he beat a red light and was pursued by a traffic patrol car. In order to avoid the police, he decided to take a shortcut home. To do so, he had to pass by a Chinese cemetery which he has passed by countless time during the day. As this was nighttime, the entire place seemed different. However, as time passed by, he realized he was driving in circles and he could not leave the cemetery area. He started to panic. At that point, a white figure appeared before his car. The figure made a hand gesture that seemed to suggest that it wanted Sara to follow it. Sara did not seem to have a choice as there was only one road in front of him. He followed the floating figure as it guided him through the road. Throughout the way, Sara was unsure if the figure was guiding him out of this mysterious pathway or if it was guiding him deeper into it. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">After what seemed forever, Sara finally saw some road lights and he had finally reached the main road. He looked around for the mysterious figure but it was nowhere to be seen. As Sara made the turn to enter the main road, he noticed an elderly man walking by the roadside. Thinking this poor man must be lost to, Sara stopped his car and asked the man if he needed a ride. The man angrily told him, "You're found your way out of there, right? Just mind your own business and go home safely." The man's words brought chills down Sara's spine. How did this man know that Sara had been lost for the last few hours? Sara was so terrified he sped home. Till this day, he is not sure what that mysterious figure at the Chinese cemetery was or who that angry old man was. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Link: https://open.spotify.com/episode/6KFPoBMk3zP27c9jojgwol?si=JGNL4-BdTvys7lrc0zkF_Q&dl_branch=1</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">7. The spirit who wanted a little baby</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Suren was a young boy when his baby brother was born. One night, when the little brother was around one and a half years old, their parents took them to a night market near a Chinese cemetery in Seremban. On their way home, the brother appeared to be communicating with something none of them could see. Thinking that he was playing around like all toddlers do, Suren and his parents ignored it and went to sleep. However, the brother kept crying all through the night as if he was in great pain. Their grandmother tried to bless the little boy with some holy fire but he knocked the prayer tray onto the floor. Realizing that something strange is happening, Suren's parents took his little brother to a local shaman. The shaman claimed that the little boy was being followed by the spirit of a lady who seems to think this little boy looks a lot like her own son when she was still alive. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">The shaman then claimed that the lady spirit wants the little boy and she is willing to help the parents win lots of money through gambling. All the parents had to do is leave the boy deep inside the jungle near the rubber plantation they lived in and the spirit promised to help them make lots of money. Naturally, the parents refused the offer and they continuously took their little boy to the shaman for over a fortnight. During that time, the boy constantly had stomach aches and cried non-stop. Eventually, the boy was cured but the spirit seemingly refused to give up. For the next two to three months, there were constant knocks on their door and strange sounds around their house. The shaman then blessed their house and warned the parents against taking the little boy outside at night ever again. Slowly, the disturbances lessened and Suren's little brother is now a healthy eight-year old boy. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Link: https://open.spotify.com/episode/62nRbXMUsrKIPna64krbaJ?si=VKps9Uu-RBmt9bZ08AwM_A&dl_branch=1</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">8. The entity that almost destroyed an entire family</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Shan's wife grew up in Quakane Quarters, a large government-owned residential area that was built by the British before independence. Recently, while consulting a numerologist, Shan and his wife were told that a dark spirit that had haunted the wife's family since she was a little girl was still following her around. Way back in 1977 when her parents were newly married, they moved into Quakane Quarters. Behind their two-storey house was a huge tree that many believe was never supposed to be there as it was the type of three that is usually found deep in the jungle and not in an area like this. Within the house compound itself was a mango tree that never bore any fruit for over ten years they lived there. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">While the wife and her brother were both ages three and seven respectively, they saw a mysterious dark figure inside the store room of their two-storey house. This was only the first time. Following this, there were a few more similar sightings inside the house, and most of them time, it appeared as if this figure seemed to be targeting the mother. One such time, the frying pan that the mother was using to cook food seemingly toppled itself onto her. Fortunately, she was not badly hurt, but it was enough to reassure the entire family that something otherworldly wanted to harm her. The parents invited a man who was knowledgeable in the supernatural. He confirmed the family's doubts that there is indeed something evil in their home, but it is not a normal ghost or spirit. This entity has been here for generations and it cannot be simply chased away through any ritual since its presence is rooted in this very house. Although this revelation terrified the parents, nothing could have prepared them for what the man had to say next. Apparently, the entity was lusting for the father and this was why it was seeking to eliminate the mother, which it saw as an obstacle. Unfortunately, they could not afford to move out immediately. So, they had no choice but to be more careful and remain in that house. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">As the haunting got from bad to worse, the family's relatives arranged for a famous priest from the 1980s to visit the house. The entity's presence was so strong that the priest started to pant and sweat profusely. He then identified the storeroom as the entity's nest. However, the entity's actual home is the strangely huge tree behind the quarters, which the priest advised they get rid off as quickly as possible. The father arranged for a few Malay men to get rid of the tree. However, after spending some time around the tree, they decided to leave, claiming this was no usual tree and whoever who chopped it down might be in grave danger themselves. The family had no choice but to put up with all the entity's atrocities for the next few years. In 1991, the mother died. Mysteriously, the mango tree that never bore any fruits started to flower just a couple of months after the funeral. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">By now, the father feared that something bad might happen to his children too. So, they shifted to his sister's home in Selayang. Initially, things were going fine in their new home. One afternoon, the father came home earlier than usual. Their pet dog turned unusually violent and started attacking him, forcing him to leave. A couple of hours later, the father returned and the dog seemed normal around him. When questioned why he left so abruptly earlier, the father was perplexed as he was working overtime that day, which means there was no way he could have been home so early. Now, the family realized that the entity might have tracked them down to their new home, and their pet dog had just saved their lives. A few years later, the father finally moved into a permanent home in Ampang, and in 2013, the father also passed away. Thinking that their lives is now back to normal, Shan's wife married him and moved on in life. After recently learning that the entity was still haunting her, it brought back dark memories from her pass which she had been trying to forget. The numerologist had advised her to do two ritual to rid herself off the entity. The couple had already done one. They are still waiting for the right time to complete the second one. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Link: https://open.spotify.com/episode/1jRNEJm2uWcrCjxbZk6RHF?si=YlT1KKnGTtGLhjgxa0r8zw&dl_branch=1</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">9. The tenant from hell</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Before Jai Prakash was born, his parents used to live in a neighbourhood called Kampung Lindungan. Today, the place is called Desa Mentari. They decided to rent out one of the rooms in their house. A friend of Jay's maternal uncle decided to rent the room. He mostly kept to himself and did not talk much. However, after he moved in, Jai's parents started having lots of problems and they even started fighting a lot. Jai's mother noticed how these problems only started after the tenant moved in. One day, while the tenant was out, Jai's mother went into the rental room and found all kinds of strange things that people would normally not keep inside a home. Jai's mother immediately realized that these things were used for black magic rituals. When the tenant came home, Jai's parents confronted him about these things. A big fight ensued and the tenant was kicked out of the house. Before leaving, the young man stood outside the gate and cursed the family. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Many days later, the area was flooded. During this time, the family saw a snake attack one of their chickens and leaving it to die at the front of their home. This was only the beginning. After that, Jai's mother became very ill and no doctor in town could seem to cure her. She became very thin. Jai's father asked his co-workers for advice, and one of them suggested that this could be something supernatural. The co-worker came to their home, and without even stepping inside, he could sense a curse inside. He then left and later called Jai's father, asking him to bring the mother to a temple. The priest there instructed the father to go home and check their garden for anything unusual. Jai's father did as he was told and true enough, he found a strange doll wrapped with a chicken's head and saffron powder. Under the priest's instructions, Jai's father burned all of it with petrol. They then realized that Jai's mother was the one who ousted the tenant for his ungodly practices, he had planted this curse in their home for her. Unfortunately, this curse is very strong, and the only way to end it is if its victim dies. So, they arranged for a fake funeral for the mother while she was still unconscious because of the curse. Their plan worked, and after the fake funeral was over, Jai's mother was back to normal. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Link: https://open.spotify.com/episode/3PhIEuex8Lghyp9rFZbTA8?si=3BAPOkDORMK1Ceiqb9MCSA&dl_branch=1</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>10. The 'thing' at the cubicle</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Sharon has lots of paperwork to complete and she needed to deal with one of her heavily pregnant co-workers. One morning, she arrives at work and sees the co-worker at her cubicle. Sharon puts her stuff on her table before going to the cubicle with all the paperwork. However, the co-worker was no longer there. Sharon asked the co-worker's partner where she was, to which the partner responds that the co-worker had not even come into work that day. Sharon thought the partner, who is mildly autistic, was teasing her based on her facial expression. Angered, Sharon stormed off back to her own table while grumbling to anyone who cared to listen. She then texted the co-worker to ask her where she was. Much to Sharon's surprise, the co-worker responded that she had not clocked in yet that morning since she was at the doctor's office. However, Sharon swore she saw the co-worker at her cubicle when she came into work earlier that morning and even described the clothes she was wearing - a red headscarf, a black blouse, and a red skirt. By lunchtime, the entire office had heard about Sharon's tantrums but they were not prepared for what was about to happen in the afternoon. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Later that day, the co-worker came into the office. Much to everyone's surprise, she was wearing the exact clothes Sharon had seen her wearing earlier. Unknown to Sharon, everyone else at the office told the co-worker Sharon saw earlier that morning. Even their boss teased Sharon for having seen something paranormal. Sharon was so disturbed by what happened that day at the office that she felt physically pain on her shoulders. Back at home, she told this to her mother and husband. Her mother advised Sharon to contact the co-worker and apologize for calling her up so many times at the doctor's office. Sharon did as her mother advised. Turns out the co-worker was furious at Sharon because her story had led everyone to assume she was rearing some kind of dark entity to do her bidding. Regardless, the co-worker forgave her and at that very moment, Sharon felt the physical pain leave her body, almost as if something had literally been lifted of her shoulders. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">A few months later, the co-worker had given birth to a baby and was back at the office after her maternity leave. While they were having lunch at the pantry, the co-worker told Sharon a story. At her home in Banting, her son would always sense something otherworldly there and this started to affect his health. She then turned to a shaman who she suspects sent some kind of spirit to protect her and her family. Probably Sharon had seen that spirit at her cubicle that day and since the co-worker was so upset at her, the spirit had followed her home and only left after she forgave Sharon. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Link: https://open.spotify.com/episode/1YMUMufiFOnBss8nBThqpo</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">11. The haunted cookery classroom</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">In 2014, Malar was transferred to a secondary school in Ipoh. She opened a cookery club at her new school. For five years, the home sciences classroom was closed but Malar convinced the school admins to reopen it for her club. The security guards warned Malar that something otherworldly resides in that block and that she should be careful. After having cleaned up the entire classroom, Malar let her students go home as she locked the place up. However, one of the fans refused to turn itself off even though Malar had turned the switch off. Malar warned the entity to leave her alone and the fan, ignoring all laws of physics, immediately stopped - no inertia. Later that night, as Malar was going to bed, a spirit that resembled a Chinese young lady in a skirt tried to attack her. It only vanished after Malar started praying to God for help. The next morning at school, Malar told one of the security guards what had happened, and he advised her to apologize to the entity. Malar did as she was told and the spirit never revealed itself to her again, but the haunting continued...</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Not too long after that, Malar and her students were preparing cookies for a bake sale. However, they soon realized that the classroom was infested with monitor lizards and so they started storing the cookie jars in sealed boxes. However, one evening, Malar had to stay back after asking her afternoon session students to go home for the day because she had to wait for the cookies to cool down. As she was placing them in the cookie jars, she had an eerie feeling as if she was being watched. She quickly rushed home after placing all the cookies into the jars. Only later that night did she realize that she had forgotten to place all the jars into a box and seal it. However, the following day, when she came to the cookery classroom, all the cookie jars were neatly placed into a carefully sealed box. Not only that, even her scissors and cellophane tape were nicely arranged in her drawer. Once the bake sale was done, Malar told her principal what had happened. The administration then organized a prayer ceremony and assured Malar that there will no longer be any haunting. However, this was not the last of it...</p><p style="text-align: justify;">More recently, Malar was having a class at the cookery classroom. One of her female students asked if she could use the ladies' room and Malar allowed it. However, the student returned to class unusually early despite the nearest bathroom being at another block. When asked which bathroom she had used, the girl replied she had used the one on their floor. This shocked Malar because that bathroom has been locked for ages. She and her students then went to check the bathroom and it was indeed locked. The poor girl was spooked beyond words. Malar calmed her down by assuring her that maybe a good spirit was just helping her and there was nothing to be afraid of.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Link: https://open.spotify.com/episode/7HYXpKX0HB3tI7mZcJ1eMD</p>Holy Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595821105352302177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334256948038807568.post-26397643539015216642020-12-29T07:51:00.010-08:002020-12-31T06:04:41.511-08:00Top 10 Tamil Films of 2020<div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Like every other year, I must remind everyone this list is subjective. Also, I did not get to watch every film that was released this year because, first, not every theatrical release is screened at my local film theatres. Second, not all streaming services are available in my region. Third, I have a full-time day job that keeps me occupied most of the time and thus, I choose to only watch films that I am confident will truly work for me. So, if one of your favourites is not here, please forgive me and read on. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKQ0535JxCiS7J5rBtrwIprdF7pyhXTZPx0-65ta3_tdrgpVHoesd1lN7JNo6c-r4pZl4kEFqSUYKtyI1Wo3Huz-yP6zZk5JxMe0Qmk-rnkPPdWGDyH-4Ms9osb2Henxgx1ZSzRKFkt8fN/s2048/collage1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKQ0535JxCiS7J5rBtrwIprdF7pyhXTZPx0-65ta3_tdrgpVHoesd1lN7JNo6c-r4pZl4kEFqSUYKtyI1Wo3Huz-yP6zZk5JxMe0Qmk-rnkPPdWGDyH-4Ms9osb2Henxgx1ZSzRKFkt8fN/w640-h480/collage1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">12. Gypsy</span></b></h4><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The film starts out as a road film but midway through, it changes into an epic love story where our two leads must overcome different obstacles, both figurative and literal, to unite once again. As a result, the film falls somewhere in between a love epic and a political commentary but does not really deliver in both fronts. At times, it seems as if the filmmaker is trying to make social point at every turn, whether it is beef issue, communal riot, communism and many more. Ultimately, some of it feels contrived. Although the film is rather draggy at times, the film's strong central story is backed by powerhouse performances, cinematography and music. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh0cNlKvT1dipYu4oeCULI_2ThL960jEWAleV5dlauN4A5ZC7-II4ydE44yvdtguKQ0dG-_ypU8T6GznYanPM-8Hx9m0d-7Hcq4gBKt52f2OpPnqwvO73dSZxMMDNfmOvrrxW55oYeZNfK/s720/12.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="720" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh0cNlKvT1dipYu4oeCULI_2ThL960jEWAleV5dlauN4A5ZC7-II4ydE44yvdtguKQ0dG-_ypU8T6GznYanPM-8Hx9m0d-7Hcq4gBKt52f2OpPnqwvO73dSZxMMDNfmOvrrxW55oYeZNfK/w640-h426/12.png" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div><div><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">11. Mafia: Chapter 1</span></b></h4><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For a relatively low-budget film set in Chennai that revolves around Narcotics officers, the film is definitely overly stylized. Not to mention the scope of the story is screaming for a grander setting. Nevertheless, the great performances and the interesting twists keep the story engaging for the most part. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-2Rw4uUaQb1SWBRS9tKbzt-0Z8QnQyKZULMBXmDBHnvSQF1yeQL5WTHgqZgbHHewYRuB3jm9fTTUT9ANfS2HQ0F2KLTDtkam5zc7ZiwyREjYRfQeYY-dPVN-tLziTRNxEOhbxHG8zLo59/s782/11.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="782" height="438" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-2Rw4uUaQb1SWBRS9tKbzt-0Z8QnQyKZULMBXmDBHnvSQF1yeQL5WTHgqZgbHHewYRuB3jm9fTTUT9ANfS2HQ0F2KLTDtkam5zc7ZiwyREjYRfQeYY-dPVN-tLziTRNxEOhbxHG8zLo59/w640-h438/11.png" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><h4 style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">10. Putham Pudhu Kaalai</span></b></h4><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Indian filmmakers often rave about how streaming platforms have provided them with an avenue to express their creativity and capability to the fullest without any need to satisfy the masses. In that sense, this film works to an extent. All the short films that make up this larger film have a very feel-good, positive vibe to them. However, the fact that the only short film that revolves around the lower middle class features them as petty criminals makes the film somewhat problematic. </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsK14z2SGXJQgXkOfd_p9QsRad3bwX0oPZ6iTmZY1P9clxV8ujpe_157NG5Wk9WbS7X7Wt5d8-TaZBFh3c8zPrflmQettPzt4h090HiQOjrbovrharJqM14MEN_Dv3pCYNP28hg8hGK9hw/s598/10.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="598" data-original-width="530" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsK14z2SGXJQgXkOfd_p9QsRad3bwX0oPZ6iTmZY1P9clxV8ujpe_157NG5Wk9WbS7X7Wt5d8-TaZBFh3c8zPrflmQettPzt4h090HiQOjrbovrharJqM14MEN_Dv3pCYNP28hg8hGK9hw/w568-h640/10.png" width="568" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">9. Oru Pakka Kathai</span></b></h4><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">A final year college girl mysteriously gets pregnant even though she has never had intercourse with her boyfriend. The news makes headlines and it changes the young couple's life forever. There is also a subplot of a neighbour boy who comes to believe he is the avatar of God. Despite being delayed for over half a decade, the theme of science versus superstition is very timely. All credit goes to the director/writer, who can create the most outlandish premise while still grounding it in the real world. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwpI5mAhY2aq8KU58ZVdyQsSZnjfdNIQ7xKrVhs1fiHIWg-d9TiLg54AoEsrQ4Hb3ztopuPu1Z9emcwuPL9YkugeGxUhPwByOrq0oqhPtqPS3XvN2RTO-kiEDNJ8HZTNXw7vx0qmpa74wy/s494/9.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="494" data-original-width="436" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwpI5mAhY2aq8KU58ZVdyQsSZnjfdNIQ7xKrVhs1fiHIWg-d9TiLg54AoEsrQ4Hb3ztopuPu1Z9emcwuPL9YkugeGxUhPwByOrq0oqhPtqPS3XvN2RTO-kiEDNJ8HZTNXw7vx0qmpa74wy/w564-h640/9.png" width="564" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></div><div><br /></div> </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">8. Kannum Kannum Kollaiyadithaal</span></b></h4></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">When was the last time you watch a Tamil romantic-comedy that had enough brains to keep you guessing until the very end? This film is also a thrilling crime caper with an intense cat-and-mouse game between the charming main leads that will keep you at the edge of your seats throughout the ride. While the film's lack of a moral compass and any consequences for its leads' wrongdoings might make the film less palatable to some, its positives surely outweigh its negatives. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ohhL5DHTv6fgEbgPD8hba-bJO8Yjn2fs8viIL2FiYYq3vjc-RzHJgXdegrVDK_7B-CG4q7Wj1mmQnQ5_2i1HJlOCh2UUJpoHaOrLnm1dFVU6MRJ6slb6zbao5QbUqhyEbhjHTg3CSBkz/s656/8.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="578" data-original-width="656" height="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ohhL5DHTv6fgEbgPD8hba-bJO8Yjn2fs8viIL2FiYYq3vjc-RzHJgXdegrVDK_7B-CG4q7Wj1mmQnQ5_2i1HJlOCh2UUJpoHaOrLnm1dFVU6MRJ6slb6zbao5QbUqhyEbhjHTg3CSBkz/w640-h564/8.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">7. Vaanum Kottatum</span></b></h4><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With good writing and excellent performances, this moving family drama is best described as Mani Ratnam lite. If only the film focused more on the elderly couple instead of their children's love lives, the film would have been higher up in this list. Nevertheless, we rarely get any films that revolve around a brother-sister duo that is not melodramatic and mushy. Regardless, this is a family entertainer with a lot of heart. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_MH1eoyAMWd9Pzt8tm232hk6OvhWdVCbEtbrx-ybs0QvgSItCNuhFXNAcqx_Ci6hUqJCrPxjPcstuzAqfL6iFuV_Lk_TeSphMaRtd-TZIPGP7_5DmZlIFRdpvrUS3pUl8_U7JoXQa5qiX/s784/7.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="784" height="528" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_MH1eoyAMWd9Pzt8tm232hk6OvhWdVCbEtbrx-ybs0QvgSItCNuhFXNAcqx_Ci6hUqJCrPxjPcstuzAqfL6iFuV_Lk_TeSphMaRtd-TZIPGP7_5DmZlIFRdpvrUS3pUl8_U7JoXQa5qiX/w640-h528/7.png" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><h4 style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">6. Andhaghaaram</span></b></h4><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Imagine Denis Villeneuve directing a supernatural thriller scripted by Jonathan Nolan that is set in Chennai with Tamil characters and dialogues. But its Indian producer insists on a final scene where everything is spelt out for the audiences. That's this film in a nutshell. Every scene is engineered with such precision and it shows. Although the details take sometime to unravel, it is overall a satisfying watch. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoTdAuq5Bb6YTybsXBQx24cejOOwW9U5jB8m_U1r9CwK2ceE9pLmvlsfLjPsCzv_48WMvEnqCblSg9huYZVhuIqmhU3iyqM6q6Wyuzi187A5iYKvmfvRwlwLkN6DZrek31vsndtd5ocN6Y/s470/6.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="470" data-original-width="426" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoTdAuq5Bb6YTybsXBQx24cejOOwW9U5jB8m_U1r9CwK2ceE9pLmvlsfLjPsCzv_48WMvEnqCblSg9huYZVhuIqmhU3iyqM6q6Wyuzi187A5iYKvmfvRwlwLkN6DZrek31vsndtd5ocN6Y/w580-h640/6.png" width="580" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><h4 style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">5. Kae Pae Ranasingam</span></b></h4><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Many Tamil films have shown us the pain the average Indian has to go through when dealing with the cruelty of bureaucratic red tape and abuse of power. But no other film has shown it with as much depth as this one. The film is rather long and draggy, but that is only because its main lead's quest for justice is such. Although the film is about a female lead, she is still very much in the male lead's shadow. Regardless, she is not is funny, strong and bold, a far cry from the usual Tamil film heroine. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEIZQhw05csZqjeuQzkS2Y03t7IkCwQpZxxw5p8CV2e48TogOd36RPrEPGzNmVHZ8cCG3xPxa-04U7Hd3v3GrX1ATTiD-Rhr8-v2bCrnbeXexZ1K4pjz5dGAU0j8QUWwGa6ynnOVeqQOSx/s608/5.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="380" data-original-width="608" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEIZQhw05csZqjeuQzkS2Y03t7IkCwQpZxxw5p8CV2e48TogOd36RPrEPGzNmVHZ8cCG3xPxa-04U7Hd3v3GrX1ATTiD-Rhr8-v2bCrnbeXexZ1K4pjz5dGAU0j8QUWwGa6ynnOVeqQOSx/w640-h400/5.png" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div><br /></div><h4><b><span style="font-size: large;">5. Kavalthurai Ungal Nanban</span></b></h4><div><br /></div><div>Tamil cinema has never shied away from depicting police brutality. But unlike most older films where the hero saves the day, this film plays out like 'Visaranai' from a different perspective. Apart from that film, this film is one of the few to show the Tamil Nadu police in such an unfavourable light that it is difficult to sit through the scenes where the main antagonist appears. And that is a compliment. To some audiences, the film might come across as a cautionary tale to the middle-class to suck it and accept the status quo, instead of standing up against police injustice. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2Lkh_vQ-HFIO02R4XxtAPFsO8XaeGEQ80OENjb8a1yHN-KInZBIG30TPfjQ6MTHqt5i-ZxydY-tZ7l5cj4IAi7go5hHjFI_saw-blw03mHW1ZuMREpk4s17GvCBwoYZBO0tUJmyFcLJj/s978/4.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="978" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2Lkh_vQ-HFIO02R4XxtAPFsO8XaeGEQ80OENjb8a1yHN-KInZBIG30TPfjQ6MTHqt5i-ZxydY-tZ7l5cj4IAi7go5hHjFI_saw-blw03mHW1ZuMREpk4s17GvCBwoYZBO0tUJmyFcLJj/w640-h424/4.png" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">4. Paava Kadhaigal </span></b></h4><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><div>Netflix’s first Tamil venture holds a mirror onto the audiences and makes them questions their perception on honour, pride, dignity and morality. Each of the four hard-hitting short films that make up this anthology are both raw and ruthless in unveiling certain brutal ideologies that are still practiced by some pockets of Indian society. Whether it is how we treat trans-people, inter-religious relationships, victims of sexual assault, vigilante justice, LGBTs or inter-caste marriages, these four filmmakers do not shy away from provoking uncomfortable sentiments. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdb1qgUkw9nJMPuVHowpP4pGWswWfZRmW2a5GowIyly6091s59x5KeIhfEYJqKDoEerXZtLsHnmYO76vGy3kVypO6WaEwGOz_4BtVtM05XMJ8AgHXicNUkmnX5LHP6hb-byrWC0dwLpqlx/s1048/3.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="1048" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdb1qgUkw9nJMPuVHowpP4pGWswWfZRmW2a5GowIyly6091s59x5KeIhfEYJqKDoEerXZtLsHnmYO76vGy3kVypO6WaEwGOz_4BtVtM05XMJ8AgHXicNUkmnX5LHP6hb-byrWC0dwLpqlx/w640-h396/3.png" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">3. Baaram</span></b></h4><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">This hard-hitting social film won the National Film Award for Best Feature Film in Tamil for 2019 but was only released this year. The film is best enjoyed by avoiding any reviews or interviews as it reveals the social issue it revolves around and this ultimately spoils the suspense. It is best understood as a murder-mystery that might not necessarily keep you guessing, but it will keep you engaged. The art house filmmaking approach gives the film a docu-drama feel, which is a rarity in Indian cinema. </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD5NFkE63_OsX8ZlkmALkusUVyzt5KbJEOuYmXlnX3xnEJPaBGYmryCH_uakcQZDQMEjbE7BMLi_7HBFSTR32k9BqPE2eqoIHotBZk3mlm1QeevkRo_FT_FRR0zhbI_2DA2LaO6JcR6TT_/s420/2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="334" data-original-width="420" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD5NFkE63_OsX8ZlkmALkusUVyzt5KbJEOuYmXlnX3xnEJPaBGYmryCH_uakcQZDQMEjbE7BMLi_7HBFSTR32k9BqPE2eqoIHotBZk3mlm1QeevkRo_FT_FRR0zhbI_2DA2LaO6JcR6TT_/w640-h508/2.png" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">2. Psycho</span></b></h4><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Although the film is mainly a serial killer film, it is also a Mysskin film. This is the man who wrote and directed <i>Pisasu</i>, a horror film that made you sympathize with the ghost's plight instead of the main lead's. This film is not for the faint hearted as there is sex, violence, gore and many things we rarely see in mainstream Tamil films. While the overall story is rather <span style="text-align: left;">far-fetched, it is thoroughly suspenseful and engaging from start to finish. </span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9gO6bEnIQEEFWIXySNtsUViD5Qaln9reoJ6lWY52BA-x4NoRrihym2pywJPnbZ_ulrkFi6HA15RC9LuwRoio6mxgij-RvQ9sz2UX5TGaaA9XmlEKSlCMe6zD6xuRED45A5Oi7W1SSDmT/s980/1.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="652" data-original-width="980" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9gO6bEnIQEEFWIXySNtsUViD5Qaln9reoJ6lWY52BA-x4NoRrihym2pywJPnbZ_ulrkFi6HA15RC9LuwRoio6mxgij-RvQ9sz2UX5TGaaA9XmlEKSlCMe6zD6xuRED45A5Oi7W1SSDmT/w640-h426/1.png" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></div><div><br /></div><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">1. Soorarai Pottru</span></b></h4></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Loosely based on Captain G. R. Gopinath's life, this is an inspiring biopic that will make you want to go out and chase your dreams. If you have missed the Suriya of the GVM universe, he is back with a bang. Perhaps because the film was made for a theatrical release, it is by far the best Tamil language film made available first on streaming as of 2020. Despite starring a big star with emotionally charged melodrama and fan-pleasing goosebumps moments, the film does not compromise its main story. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiloSnlTGqN9wQj-X9YnwLR4UzD2eElMeuLAM9fNMbBsq03NwbnS4-UlvG1UyBJRnN7A_vaO0_qX8zIvVStoF5QGno5BmH6GsrcE9vNmxYzB8HIt0bzqgb92zzmLeUp2tv_T6o1yLYiziIs/s838/0.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="838" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiloSnlTGqN9wQj-X9YnwLR4UzD2eElMeuLAM9fNMbBsq03NwbnS4-UlvG1UyBJRnN7A_vaO0_qX8zIvVStoF5QGno5BmH6GsrcE9vNmxYzB8HIt0bzqgb92zzmLeUp2tv_T6o1yLYiziIs/w640-h430/0.png" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Source: Google Images</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: justify;"><b>Top films from previous years: </b></h4><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. <a href="https://kanggatheren-manogaran.blogspot.com/2015/01/top-10-tamil-movies-of-2014.html">Best Tamil films of 2014</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. <a href="https://kanggatheren-manogaran.blogspot.com/2015/12/top-10-tamil-films-of-2015-with-no.html">Best Tamil films of 2015</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. <a href="https://kanggatheren-manogaran.blogspot.com/2017/01/my-top-10-tamil-films-of-2016.html">Best Tamil films of 2016</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">4. <a href="https://kanggatheren-manogaran.blogspot.com/2018/01/top-15-tamil-movies-of-2017.html">Best Tamil films of 2017</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">5. <a href="https://kanggatheren-manogaran.blogspot.com/2018/12/top-10-tamil-films-of-2018.html">Best Tamil films of 2018</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">6. <a href="https://kanggatheren-manogaran.blogspot.com/2020/01/top-10-tamil-films-of-2019.html">Best Tamil films of 2019</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Holy Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595821105352302177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334256948038807568.post-27356172811072662092020-10-16T11:52:00.001-07:002020-10-16T11:52:59.611-07:00Our House Stands in a City of Flowers by Preeta Samarasan<p style="text-align: justify;">On the day my aunt dropped Mariamma’s baby, the man from Batu Pahat had arrived on one of his visits. He’d been sitting in his usual seat when the baby had squirmed out of my aunt’s arms and plummeted headfirst towards the pale blue tiles.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">I watched the baby blink while he fell, first two slow, surprised blinks, and then a flurry of quick ones, as if invisible fingers were brushing against his eyelids.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">I heard his breath, calm and steady as a yogi’s.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Six inches above the floor he smiled, and his soft belly shook with unlaughed laughter.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Upside down, his smile was a sad clown mouth with only three teeth in it.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Just before he hit the tiles his sister began to scream.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Amma, pullai!” my aunt gasped at the moment he landed with that nameless sound—not a splat, not a crack, but something in between.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">My aunt put both her hands to her mouth but did not close her eyes. “Amma, pullai,” she repeated over and over again, rocking softly back and forth. Oh mother, the child; oh mother, the child; oh mother, the child. But the baby’s mother was not there to hear her, and would not be until the next morning, because she was in town working the streets and alleys, picking up a lorry driver here and a ditch digger there, adjusting her caked makeup and her red nylon saree in the windows of closed shops between clients.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">In my aunt’s house the baby lay still on the blue floor, his eyes half closed, his unnaturally long eyelashes still fluttering like butterflies. He didn’t cry. He didn’t even whimper. Inside his slightly open mouth we could just see his fat pink tongue, wet and already as loose as it would be for the rest of his long, unencumbered life.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">I felt myself sink slowly down onto my knees; I feared my breath would catch fire in my throat. Come back, come back, I thought. Come back into your head, look out through your eyes, pull your tongue in, for without you my aunt is nothing.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">But then the man from Batu Pahat nodded, as if he’d come today just to witness this moment. “God works in mysterious ways,” he said. “God knows everything.” My aunt looked sharply up at him, and he did not avoid her eyes. He nodded and smiled a tired smile. Then he swirled his glass of coconut water so that all the translucent slivers of young coconut rose from the bottom, and leaning his head back, he downed the whole glassful in one noisy gulp.</p><p style="text-align: center;">* * *</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Eight years before my aunt dropped Mariamma’s son on her unforgiving kitchen tiles, Mariamma’s husband, Ponniah, had built the hut at the end of the compound out of discarded plywood planks and dried nipah fronds. I had been living with my uncle and aunt for just a few months when he came to ask my uncle’s permission to build the hut. My uncle recognized him from his Sunday morning walks to the coffee shop to buy roti canai for our breakfast: Mariamma and her husband were among the ragged crowd of thirty or so squatters in the lane beside the coffee shop. On clear nights, they slept on flattened cardboard boxes in the lane; when it rained they huddled in the five-foot-ways of the shops. Even to me, a child of six, it was clear from the women’s makeup and dress that they were different from my mother and my aunt. Their voices were coarse, their mouths large and bright. They wore their hair loose and walked up and down in front of the toddy shop and the Chinese roadside stalls all day, swinging their hips and casting coy glances at the raddled men drooping in front of their drinks. These were the external differences: what they added up to, I had no words to explain until Ponniah had come and gone that day.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“How can you let him build his hut inside our gate?” my aunt said to my uncle, shaking her head in disbelief. “Don’t you have any common sense? And here we’ve just taken Nirmala into our household. What kind of environment will this be for a young girl to grow up in?”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“They’ll be all the way down there, just next to the gate,” my uncle said, sitting down at the kitchen table and unfolding his newspaper. “There’s no reason she should even have to see them. And it’ll be a good arrangement for us. All the gardening and outside work all he’s agreed to do for us in return for building his hut there only. No need to pay him, nothing.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Don’t you know,” my aunt said then, “what filthy people they are? The men are all drunkards and the women sell their bodies to the highest bidder on the roadside. This type of people you have let into our compound!”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">So that was it: the women sold their bodies to the men in the toddy shop and the roadside stalls. When I lay down to imagine this transaction, I saw sequined vamps from the Hindi films my uncle watched late at night after I was supposed to have gone to bed. I saw them in conical bras and knee-high boots, supine and heavy-lidded under drooling, mustachioed men. I felt unprotected and alone then, as if the thin walls of my uncle’s house could not keep out the sordid world much longer. I wanted to pack my little suitcase and take the next bus home to my parents’ house in the village, but I didn’t have enough money for the bus ticket and I knew my mother would be furious to find me at her doorstep. I was lucky to be here in my uncle’s house, lucky to have my school uniform and books paid for and to be driven to school every morning in my uncle’s air-conditioned Ford Escort.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">My aunt was still young when they adopted me, and blindingly beautiful. She’d been Miss India before my uncle had met her on a business trip in Bangalore, and whenever her name came up in a gathering of our relatives, her looks were the first thing people mentioned. “Like an actress,” they said. “Like an English painting.” “And her eyes!” someone would always remark, for my aunt’s hazel eyes were a wonder among all our black and brown ones; she was the only light-eyed person most of us had ever seen in real life. “Wah wah, like a tiger’s eyes only, makes you want to look and look at her. Must be some Kashmiri blood in her family.” But eventually the gathering would come around, in quieter tones, to her failure to produce a child. “Such a pity ...” they would begin, and then their voices would trail off, and after a few moments of silence someone else would sigh and conclude, “Even that kind of beauty also cannot bring you happiness in the end.” Rumor grew lush around her barrenness: some said that she had had cancer as a teenager; others that she had had an abortion during her dissolute beauty-queen days in Bombay; or that her mother had broken a vow to the Mother Goddess and been repaid for it with the withering of her beautiful daughter’s womb. Whatever the truth, my uncle had convinced her to adopt me as a last resort, after seven childless years of marriage had left her pale and silent and unable to drag herself out of bed in the mornings. I knew that if my parents had had two sons, my aunt would have taken the second instead of me; I knew that whenever her eyes fell on me she was reminded that any child of her own would have been fairer and prettier, would perhaps have inherited her dimples, her hazel eyes, her fine, high nose. But still, like my parents, I was grateful. I was all the more grateful because I knew how different things could have been, how random and precarious my good fortune.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">I must have been better than nothing, after all, because before long, even my dark-skinned, black-eyed presence began to have the desired effect on my aunt’s spirits. The clothes I’d brought from the village were still creased from my suitcase when she began to get out of bed and bathe and dress herself in the mornings. One May afternoon I came home from school to discover that she’d sent Cook out to run errands so that she could make our lunch herself. The meal was waiting on the dining table, in a cluster of covered eversilver dishes. My aunt served us both, and we ate together while Lata Mangeshkar sang a love song on the kitchen radio:</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Kitna haseen hai yeh ek sapna</p><p style="text-align: justify;">(How beautiful this dream is)</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Phoolon ke shaher mein hai ghar apna</p><p style="text-align: justify;">(In a city of flowers stands our house)</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Kya sama hai, tu kahan hai?</p><p style="text-align: justify;">(What a world, where are you?)</p><p style="text-align: justify;">My aunt was restless and fidgety as a child with a secret, and her eyes were pure gold in the sunlight. “Take another piece of chicken,” she urged me. “Look,” she cried a few minutes later, lifting a whole fish roe out of a dish of curry with the serving spoon, “I saved the roe for you!” It was all a game, of course, because in my uncle’s house there was never any want, and no treat was so rare that it had to be saved for someone. But I was quick, and I learned to play it. It put the dimples back in my aunt’s cheeks. It dulled the sharp tin edges of my homesickness.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">After a few months my aunt took to brushing my hair before bed and tucking me in. When she’d turned the lights out she sat on the edge of my bed and made up elaborate shadow plays, her hands as silvery in the moonlight as the shadows they cast were black.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Look, she’d say, here’s the frightened rabbit.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">And here comes the wolf to gobble him up—</p><p style="text-align: justify;">—but the rabbit runs away, just in time, hooray!</p><p style="text-align: justify;">The bat swoops down from the sky.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">The moths fly up towards the moon.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Look, here is Hanuman the Monkey God.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Here is Yama the Demon.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Here is handsome Krishna with his flute.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">She left my bedroom only when I’d fallen asleep watching her hands, and sometimes not even then; on some nights she fell asleep next to me, and I woke in the middle of the night to see her lying straight as a fairy-tale princess next to me, her hands folded neatly on her stomach, her mouth turned faintly upwards. In the mornings, she and my uncle no longer spoke to each other, but only to me. “Your Periamma asked Cook to put an extra egg in your appam,” he’d say without looking at her, “so eat up.” “Faster-faster drink your Ovaltine,” she’d say. “Your Periappa is waiting to drive you to school.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Your aunt,” my uncle would say almost every morning as he drove me to school, “is so happy to have you. It is a wonderful thing you have done for her, to come here and be like her daughter.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">And so the weeks passed, and each day we were a little happier, until the day Mariamma moved into the hut her husband had built at the bottom of the garden.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">The minute my aunt laid eyes on Mariamma in the distance, she stuck her jaw out and began to chew on the inside of her cheek. “Hmm,” she said, “even in a heap of rubbish sometimes you can find a diamond.” What she meant was that despite her gaudy lipstick and her vermillion fingernails Mariamma was beautiful, so beautiful that she glowed, and seemed to mock the squalor of her surroundings, and looked like an angel that someone had plucked out of heaven and dressed like a whore for a cruel prank. Her features were as fine as my aunt’s; her skin was even purer, white and delicate as the skin that forms on fresh cow’s milk. Her hair was as thick and glossy as if she had been fed on meat and butter all her life, and not on the cheapest rice the shops sold. Between her choli and her saree her waist was as narrow and supple as a rope. But most unusual of all were Mariamma’s eyes, which were a clear, light green, wide and wary as a stray cat’s, almost emerald in the sunlight. The first time she came to the back door to ask if my aunt had an old pail to give her for her washing, we all caught our breath: how strange it was to have two light-eyed women on the same street! After she left my aunt picked a crumb from her sarong, plucked a loose thread from her sleeve, and murmured, “Who knows which English soldier the woman’s grandmother banged in India? You know what, this type of people. One thing you can be sure is that she comes from a nice long line of loose women.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">My tender heart, still racing for Mariamma with her milk skin and her green eyes, lurched and tumbled through me, falling faster and faster and growing older as it fell, until, when it hit the bottom, it cracked open like an old coconut. My aunt, my dimpled aunt who saved me ripe mangoes and fish roe, was only human.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Like a tiny, sharp-toothed fish, reality began to nibble at the edges of my fairy-tale world. My uncle began to come home later and later at night. Sometimes I heard his car on the gravel in the middle of the night; more often I heard nothing at all, but he was there in the morning, shaved, showered, his hair slicked flat on his head, when I went downstairs for breakfast. Neither he nor my aunt said a word about where he’d been; they only pressed me to eat more. But when we were alone in the Ford Escort he no longer told me how happy I’d made my aunt, and as the car moved down the driveway I could only look at the hut Ponniah had built and wonder which lay waiting at the bottom of the garden: good or evil, or both?</p><p style="text-align: justify;">That year the rainy season was long and fierce. At four o’clock every afternoon the black sky burst open like a wound, and the water drummed so hard on the metal awnings over the porch that we could not hear each other’s voices inside the house. Only the whistle of the afternoon teakettle pierced the rain’s roar, but though Cook put tea and biscuits on the table at half past four, regular as clockwork, my aunt stood transfixed at the sitting room window, squinting into the storm.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Don’t know where your Periappa is,” she said to me every day. “He’s going to get trapped in this rain. He’s going to get wet and fall sick.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">After the rain cleared she stayed at the window through dusk, watching Ponniah return from the toddy shop and Mariamma set out for her evening’s work.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Lucky woman actually,” she said one day. “Free as a bird. She can come and go as she chooses, like a man.” A small puff of laughter escaped through her nose. “It’s her husband’s job to sit at home and wonder who she’s lying with. What woman could be luckier than that?”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">It was during that rainy season I met the man from Batu Pahat for the first time. He turned up at the back door one afternoon in the perfect stillness before the four o’clock storm. His black umbrella hung from the crook of his elbow by its wooden handle.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Oh, it’s you,” my aunt said when she saw him. “He’s gone out, I don’t know where. I don’t know what time he’ll be back. You can sit and wait with me if you like.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“So sure you are,” he said, sliding his feet out of his worn leather sandals and taking a seat in the red armchair by the kitchen window, “that I’ve come to see him only and no one else. What if it’s you I want to talk to? And who is this young lady?”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Surely you’ve heard,” said my aunt, “this is his brother’s daughter from the village. We’ve taken her in as our own daughter. She’s a good girl. Studies hard and always obeys. Nirmala, say hello to Batu Pahat Uncle.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">I smiled shyly at him.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Ohoho,” he said, and his eyes latched narrowly onto mine. “Very good, very good. It is a great thing to bring a child into one’s house.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">At four thirty Cook put the tea and biscuits on the table, and Batu Pahat Uncle, who had sat with his eyes closed in the red armchair all that time, opened his eyes and said to my aunt: “Come away from the window for a few minutes and sit and drink your tea. What is so interesting outside in this rain?”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">My aunt did not answer, but she sat down and took three sips of her tea. When she went upstairs to take her afternoon bath Batu Pahat Uncle shuffled over to the window. No one was about in the garden. Mariamma’s hut looked small and brown in the storm, like a farm animal left outside.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Eh Nirmala,” Batu Pahat Uncle said, “whose hut is that? Your Periappa built it for Watchman, is it?”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“No. Some people live there.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“People? Which people?”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“They are not good people.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Batu Pahat Uncle laughed a wide, toothless laugh. “Are you a parrot or a girl-child?” he said. “So nicely you repeat what you hear, instead of a nose you should have a beak! Instead of arms you should have wings!” Then he dragged the red armchair over to the window and sat there looking out for the rest of the evening, until dinner was served.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">* * *</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Batu Pahat Uncle returned to my uncle’s house many times that year, always showing up in the afternoon, always with his black umbrella hanging from his elbow. My uncle soon learned to sense his arrivals from a distance, for on those days his car often pulled into the driveway at six o’clock sharp, as it used to when I’d first come to live in his house. And for as long as Batu Pahat Uncle sat in our kitchen, he consumed all our attention, so that it seemed only natural that my aunt and uncle should not speak to each other, so busy were they trying to serve their guest, so commanding was his presence.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">No one remembered exactly how Batu Pahat Uncle was related to us; the adults referred to him simply as the Batu Pahat chap. The objectives of his visits were not always clear. Usually he was on his way somewhere else, happy just to sit down under the ceiling fan and drink a tall glass of coconut water. When my aunt pressed him to stay for lunch or tea, he’d pull himself to his feet, sling over his shoulder the Good Morning towel he brought everywhere with him, and make his excuses. My uncle would help him into the yellow Ford Escort and drive him to the bus station to continue his meandering journey up and down the west coast.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">But at other times, Batu Pahat Uncle came to share with us his latest philosophical and theological insights. Then he’d stay for hours, gulping down food and drink in between bouts of wild, impassioned talk. If people would only stop eating eggs, he said once, there would be no more wars. Eating eggs was worse than eating meat, because an egg was the essential germ of life, and in it lay all the promise of the universe. To commit an act of violence against such a thing—to crack it, cook it, shove it down one’s gullet—was to sully mankind’s collective karma. “Violence is like gas,” he said. “It builds up. It doesn’t just stop there. It has to go somewhere. All these wars. India-Pakistan, Iran-Iraq, Lebanon. All because of egg-eating.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Another time he advised my uncle to erect a large brass statue of a rat outside the front gate to keep rats away from the house. “Daily-daily you must garland the statue with jasmine and marigolds,” he pronounced in between mouthfuls of curd rice. “Polishing all two-three times weekly will be sufficient. If you respect the rats, the rats also will respect you.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">But each time we were all ready to dismiss him as a madman, he startled us with flashes of wisdom. In August he correctly predicted that the Sikhs would kill Indira Gandhi before the end of the year: “She is a foolish woman,” he said. “This side she puts guns in the hands of the Bhaiyis, that side she spits in their faces. This year itself what has to come to her will come.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">* * *</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">When Batu Pahat Uncle was not there, my aunt stirred less and less from the kitchen window. She spoke only to report on Mariamma’s activities now: “Oh looklooklook,” she said one evening, clapping her hands, “a new saree she has. Bright green to match her eyes. Before she only had red sarees. Someone must have paid her in kind instead of cash. Good for her.” And another time: “Look, she has brought home a live chicken, man. Must be doing quite well these days. Building the family fortune. Maybe she got a few extra clients last night. She and her husband can celebrate with chicken briyani.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Then one day my aunt noticed something that seized her voice and crumpled her face. She turned from the window and sat down at the kitchen table. She ran her hands up and down her thighs, and for a few moments the only sound in the universe was the rasping of her palms against her cotton sarong, the sound of something old and dry and ready to shed its tired skin.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“More tea, Maddam?” asked Cook at last. My aunt did not answer. Cook hovered close over her, as if she were waiting to clear her plate or wipe her mouth.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Finally my aunt looked up at her with a strange, swollen smile. Her eyes were huge and glassy. “Have you noticed, Cook?” she said. She turned to me. “Nirmala? Our neighbor-lady is expecting a baby. Hmm. Who knows, Nirmala, maybe it’s your own cousin sister. You can sew the baby a nightie. You can buy it booties.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Cook scurried wordlessly away to the kitchen to busy herself with the dinner preparations, but my aunt was undeterred. “After all,” she continued, “this side that woman comes home, that side your Periappa comes home, no? Who is to say he wasn’t the one who bought her the green saree? Why not? Why should he look further, when right here in his own compound is a woman who’ll spread her legs for a few dollars?”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">I ate a stale Nestle biscuit, and another, and another, and said nothing.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">For nine months I watched Mariamma’s belly grow with a sick feeling in my stomach. At night I lay awake thinking of it. My aunt no longer came in to make shadows on my bedroom wall.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">On the morning Mariamma’s oldest daughter was born, Batu Pahat Uncle turned up at the back door. I was having breakfast with my uncle and aunt.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“I think so I heard a baby crying in that hut,” he said, looking at Cook. “Please put extra milk in my coffee. Acid problems I am having these days.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Acid problems?” my uncle said. “You should eat more regular meals. A man your age should not be eating a whole goat one day for lunch and then nothing for three days.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Batu Pahat Uncle took a sip of his milky coffee and sloshed it around in his toothless mouth before replying. “That is not the thing,” he finally said, “These acid problems are all caused by other people’s jealousy, I tell you. They cannot see what they’ve got; they only see what I have. People are like that. What I always say is, if people are jealous of you, drink warm milk and eat three bananas for breakfast. Four is too many; four will give you diarrhoea. But three will nicely subdue the burning-churning caused by other people’s jealousy. You all have any bananas in the house?”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Cook brought three rastali bananas and placed them before him, and he ate them one after the other, peeling each one completely before breaking it into bite-sized chunks.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">In the years that followed it seemed that Mariamma was always pregnant. Her belly swelled and shrank and swelled again under her saree; she stayed home at night for months at a time. As soon as her oldest daughter was comfortable on her feet, Mariamma sent her to our back door to ask if she could gather the half-rotten mangoes that had fallen under the tree.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Veedula thapaadu illai,” the girl lisped. There’s no food at home.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Sure,” my aunt said, her eyes running up and down the length of the child, taking in her matted hair, her wide, crusty eyes, the thin lips that struggled to cover her overbite. “Collect all the mangoes you want, just don’t touch the tree with your dirty hands.” The girl thanked her and ran off, but the second time she came my aunt interrupted her greeting with a question.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Wonh appa yaru?” Who’s your father?</p><p style="text-align: justify;">I was sitting at the kitchen table doing my homework, and I saw the child pause and blink slowly at my aunt, as if she knew, young and innocent as she was, that the question was not what it appeared to be. As if the smell of my aunt’s breath, the way she’d leaned forward eagerly, or the crispness of her voice had warned her to raise her defenses. But she didn’t falter, or pout, or draw back from the heat of the question; instead her face settled into a purposeful obtuseness. She stood stubbornly straight and held my aunt’s gaze.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“What’s the matter?” my aunt persisted. “Why are you looking at me like that? I asked you a simple question, isn’t it? Such a big girl, can’t you answer?”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“My father lives in that hut only,” the girl said, pointing at the nipah roof in the distance. Her face was blunt and brutish as a calf’s.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Oho,” my aunt said, unsatisfied. For a moment she eyed the child silently, her nostrils flared, and I knew that she was rolling around in her mouth words that might bring tears to the girl’s eyes or send her running home to her mother. It was a childish cruelty, the ugly thrill the playground bully feels as he tightens his grip around his victim’s arm, and it hung in the stuffy kitchen air like a mosquito’s song. Then my aunt sighed and shook her head and said, “Okay then, what do you want?”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">As their bellies grew and roared, Mariamma’s children came to ask for summary concessions and kindnesses: for fifty cents in exchange for sweeping the porch; for the feet and necks of the chickens Cook slaughtered in the backyard; for permission to shoot down bats with their catapults in my uncle’s garden. Their father skinned the bats and boiled them in a large iron pot outside the doorway of their hut, and the smell of these stews blew hot and thick through our open back door.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Chhi,” my aunt would say, pressing a scented tissue to her nose, “these people will eat anything also. No better than the Chinese.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">My aunt’s one consolation seemed to be that Mariamma’s children were all girls. That Mariamma’s womb was so flagrantly fertile was bad enough; to have watched her produce a son would have been intolerable. And so each time one of Mariamma’s daughters came to the back door or was seen gathering fallen mangoes or catapulting bats in the garden, my aunt savored this small comfort.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Too-too bad that the woman can only bear one daughter after another,” she would say. “For now she can still be proud of producing one child a year, but when it comes time to marry them off then we’ll see. Where are they going to get dowries for all those girls?”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">But at other times she proposed her own smirking solutions to the problem. “Wah wah, quite wealthy this family is going to be in a few years,” she said. “One after the other those girls can all follow their mother into the family business. Can pay for their own dowries that way.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">When they came to the door she teased them with her questions, like a cat worrying a mouse it had no intention of eating.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Which one is your father? she’d ask each girl.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Where has your mother gone today? To work? Does she work in an office, then?</p><p style="text-align: justify;">If your mother loves you why does she go away every night?</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Though I turned away and pretended not to hear her, though Cook shook her head and bustled out of the kitchen, she cast us both sidelong glances after every question. Whenever Batu Pahat Uncle arrived to watch her from his red armchair, she spoke to the girls in a shimmering stage voice, her words turning colorful cartwheels around them. She clapped and hooted like the village clown in a Tamil film; she wrinkled her nose and laughed at her own jokes. Is your father a doctor, lawyer or engineer? she would ask, one hand on a playfully thrust-out hip. What, you don’t know? Oh, that’s a good one! You don’t know!</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Tell your mother you shouldn’t have to collect rotten mangoes to eat when your father has three cars and sits in an air-conditioned office all day.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Let me look at you, girls, she’d say when she managed to corner all of them together. No, no, not one of you looks like your mother or the man in the hut. But you don’t look like each other, either. Whom do you look like? Hmm? Run and ask your mother, go!</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Batu Pahat Uncle said nothing through these displays, but swirled his coconut water around and around in its glass. When Mariamma’s children had left and my aunt had returned to her sentry post by the window, he spoke as if nothing had happened.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Kandiah’s son is doing well after his motorcycle accident,” he might murmur. Or standing creakily up and stretching, “Yabbah, how nice it was to sit and have a drink, but now I really must be going.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">* * *</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">For seven years my aunt kept herself buoyed on a fitful sea of satisfaction by asking Mariamma’s daughters the same questions every afternoon. Just under the surface of that sea lurked the despair of the seven years before I’d arrived: the sleepless nights, the uncombed mornings, the long days awash in aimless tears. Once my presence had been sufficient to keep all these at bay; now she needed her small spurts of revenge, and these filled me with a sulfurous pity. I could not bear to look at my aunt anymore; when Mariamma’s daughters came to the door I looked only at them, at their round, fragile shoulders and their ill-fitting clothes, at the way they held each other’s hands to butt up against a cruelty they could only sense. And so I began to save the small treats I bought myself at school, and to slip them into one or the other’s hand when my aunt wasn’t looking. Once, when the oldest girl was gathering fallen mangoes in the dusk and I happened to be sitting on the porch swing, I walked across the garden, plucked a fresh, perfect fruit off the tree, and handed it to her. And always, when my aunt kept them at the door with her needling, I lowered my eyes and listened with burning ears and loved her still less.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">We grew older. I entered secondary school and wore a new uniform. Streaks of silver began to show in my aunt’s hair, and lines spread around her mouth like cracks in parched earth. My uncle acquired reading glasses and—because he sometimes stayed away from home for days—bought a second car and engaged a driver to chauffeur me to and from school in it. Cook developed arthritis and had to resort to buying coconut milk from the market for our morning appams. Mariamma’s many babies thickened her waist and left dark circles under her bright green eyes.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Then, after five girls, Mariamma’s son was born. Perhaps because he was born during another long, furious rainy season, I half expected Batu Pahat Uncle to turn up on the morning of his birth. But when Ponniah brought his happy news to our house with a tray of celebratory sweetmeats, only Cook and my aunt and I were at home. His thick mustache bristled with pride as he smiled at us through his crooked teeth. “A boy,” he said. “My wife has given birth to a boy.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Look at that!” exclaimed Cook, clutching the tray of sweets after he’d left. “How much money they must’ve spent on ghee and sugar to make all these! They’ll have to survive on bats and rotten mangoes for five months just to pay their sundry shop bill.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">A week went by before we saw anyone in Mariamma’s family. Then one Saturday morning the five girls, filthy as ever, trooped to our back door in a little procession. The oldest girl carried the baby, who was freshly bathed and talcum-powdered. He wore only a cloth nappy, and on his forehead his mother had daubed a large, black pottu to protect him from the evil eye.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Close on their heels came Batu Pahat Uncle, wiping his brow with his Good Morning towel, for the sun was already scorching.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Oh, it’s you,” said Cook when she saw him. “Come in and sit down. These are the girls from that hut over there. Their father asked permission—”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Yes, yes, I know,” said Batu Pahat Uncle. “I know the whole story about that hut. And what is this now? A new baby?”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Mariamma’s daughters smiled diffidently, and one was so overcome that she hid her face in the neck of the girl standing next to her.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">The girls—all five of them—looked nothing like Mariamma; this had always been the one fragment of truth in the terrible story my aunt had invented about them. They had flat noses and thin, unexpressive lips. Two of them had sallow, blotchy skin, and the oldest was as dark as a mangosteen. But the boy she now held had his mother’s pure skin and red mouth, and his eyes, though still an indeterminate colour, would clearly be light. In his sister’s arms the boy seemed almost incandescent, like the butter-stealing baby Krishna or the doomed baby Jesus.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Aunty?” said Mariamma’s oldest daughter. “Aunty enggai?” Aunty, Aunty, echoed her sisters. Where is Aunty? They clustered around the baby, giggling, jostling each other like puppies.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Aunty is in the living room,” I said. “I’ll go and fetch her.” I turned and walked into the house, and Batu Pahat Uncle sank with a sigh into his red armchair.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">When my aunt came to the back door, the girl held the baby aloft as if he were an offering and my aunt a goddess. “Aunty,” she said, “my new little brother. My father said to come and show you.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">But my aunt did not take the baby then. “What a handsome boy,” she said, “so fair and chubby.” Her voice was cool and crisp, a voice paddling in the shallows of laughter, the same voice she had always used to ask the girls who their father was or what their mother did for a living. She reached out and stroked the baby’s foot lightly. “What’s his name?”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“His name?” said the oldest girl. “We just call him Thambi, because he’s our only little brother. He doesn’t have a name yet. My father says we should wait until we can take him to the temple.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Your Thambi,” said my aunt, “is the only one who looks like your mother, lucky boy.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Isn’t he beautiful?” said one of the other girls.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Isn’t he just like a doll?” said another. “My mother says, if he sat still and didn’t cry or move, everyone would think he was a doll.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“A little English doll,” said my aunt, “with his pink cheeks and his green eyes. When you pick him up he’ll open his eyes and when you lie him down he’ll close them.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">The girls giggled, even though none of them had ever seen such a doll.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">That day my aunt gave Mariamma’s oldest daughter a clean green five-ringgit note from the jam jar, even though it was the one time she hadn’t asked for anything. “Here,” she said, “tell your father and your mother congratulations, and take good care of the boy.” Your father. Not the man in the hut. Not your mother’s husband. But if the girls noticed this change they said nothing about it. They fell, one after the other, at my aunt’s feet, and then trooped back to their hut.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“That was good,” said Batu Pahat Uncle after the girls had left, “it is good to do charity.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">This small act of compassion seemed to undo my aunt, to snap the wire skeleton her spite had been. Every time she opened her mouth to speak that afternoon, her voice cracked and wobbled so much that Cook, fearing an attack of bronchitis, made her a special pot of ginger tea and added extra black pepper to the day’s rasam. But when she tried to lift her cup her hands shook. She started at the slightest sound, and looked about her as if she were alone in an unfamiliar room. As dusk fell she began to pace the length of the house, stopping every now and then to peer out of the window at Mariamma’s hut.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“So nice for them,” she said each time. “A boy at last.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Well,” said Batu Pahat Uncle after an hour or so, “I just came to say that Ranjana’s husband has finally got a permanent job with the Electricity Board. Now I really must be going.” No one pressed him to stay for a meal, and since my uncle was not home, he walked to the bus station, calling out his congratulations to Mariamma’s husband as he passed the hut.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">When I went upstairs to bed that night my aunt was still pacing; I could hear her slippers dragging on the marble floors.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">She did not go to bed for another two days, and then, at last, she collapsed into the red armchair from exhaustion, and Cook helped her to her bed. My uncle came home that afternoon to find her watching the ceiling fan turn in a stupor, smiling at cobwebs and beams of light, then whimpering for no apparent reason. He ordered Cook to make her oats porridge and to wash her hair that evening.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Well,” said Cook to the stove, “at least I remember how to do all this from when I first came to work here.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">But this time my aunt only stayed in bed for a week, sipping her oats porridge from a spoon and letting Cook oil and wash her hair every evening. At the end of that week she got out of bed, washed her face, and came downstairs, though she was greatly changed. She’d lost weight, and her eyes darted and flickered like a madwoman’s. Tiny capillaries in her cheeks had burst, leaving bruises and red patches. She spoke fast and threw sudden tantrums: when Cook put too much sugar in her tea; when the fan blew away a page of the newspaper she was reading; when I tuned the radio to a different channel without asking her. She accused the new driver of siphoning petrol out of the Toyota to sell on the street. She counted the eggs in the fridge every night. She eavesdropped when Cook bargained with the vegetable vendor.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">That was why, when Batu Pahat Uncle insisted one afternoon that I go and pay for Mariamma’s baby’s milk, I balked. My aunt was asleep upstairs, and Cook was dozing in a chair a few feet away when he called to me.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Take five ringgit from that jar,” he said, pointing to the jam jar on the kitchen counter, “and go to the cornershop. Mariamma’s oldest daughter is there, begging the shop man to give her a tin of milk powder for her baby brother. Go and pay for the milk powder and take the girl back to her hut.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“But you’ve been sitting in that chair all day,” I argued. “How you know who is doing what in the shop?”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Don’t ask questions,” he said. “Go and pay for the milk.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“But,” I protested, “I can’t simply-simply steal Periamma’s money.” I knew my aunt kept small bills in the jar to pay the newspaper man and the roti man; she would fly into a rage when her accounts didn’t tally.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Go,” he said again. “Your Periamma won’t notice that five dollars is missing, and one day she herself will be thankful you did this simple thing.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">And so I went, and found Mariamma’s daughter, barefoot, uncombed, and snotfaced, pleading with the shop man for a tin of Dutch Baby milk powder. I paid for the milk and walked the little girl back to the hut her father had built in a corner of my uncle’s land. My aunt never noticed the missing money until the girl turned up at our back door three weeks later to ask if we would buy her another tin of milk.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Please, Aunty,” she said to my aunt, “two days already my baby brother got no milk.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“You think what?” my aunt said. “You think I am sitting here waiting to hand out tins of milk to anyone who comes asking, is it? You think Uncle is saving his hard-earned money for you and your brothers and sisters, so that your own father can sit in the toddy shop and your own mother can walk the streets all day with no worries?”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Mariamma’s daughter twisted her right leg around her left and pushed with her tongue at the new front teeth cutting through her gums. “But Aunty,” she said with a small sniff, “how come last time Nirmala-Akka came to cornershop and bought milk for my brother, and now you saying cannot?”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">My aunt blinked, twisted her mouth to one side, and turned to me. “Oh I see,” she said. “Wah wah, I did not know we were so rich. Good lah, we got money to give away. Then what for you’re acting so shy now, Nirmala? If you got enough kolupu to distribute my money without even asking me, why don’t you go and get the jam jar now? Go. Go and get it.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">I knew I’d hear more about the matter when the girl was gone. My heart racing, my lips cursing Batu Pahat Uncle, I ran and got the jar and handed it to my aunt. She unscrewed the top and took out a single scarlet ten-ringgit note, crisp and still redolent of the bank. She held it just above the girl’s round eyes, rubbing it several times between her thumb and index finger. “Very nice,” she said, “now milk coming free so you’ll simply-simply give your brother milk for everything, four-five times a day also can, I know you. Yes or not?”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“No, Aunty,” said the girl.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Passersby on the road also you’ll call into your house and give them Dutch Baby milk. Yes or not?”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“No, Aunty.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Hmm. Take and go then. I don’t want to hear you asking for milk money for at least five weeks, understand? Your brother is old enough now to eat other things. Give him rice. Give him greens cooked soft.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Yes, Aunty. Thank you Aunty. Romba thanks.” She took the money with both hands, fell perfunctorily at my aunt’s feet, and then fled to her father’s hut at the bottom of the garden.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">For a few moments my aunt stood watching Mariamma’s daughter’s thin, swift figure recede across the garden, past the African daisies that came up to her waist, under the papaya trees that dwarfed her. The sun was white in a cloudless sky, and the girl’s feet so light that they seemed not to touch the ground: like a tiny, black butterfly, she flitted from flower bed to flower bed until she reached and was swallowed by the open door of the hut.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">When my aunt turned at last from the back door, she did not meet my eyes. “How generous one’s wife is with the neighbor’s ghee,” she said under her breath, and though I braced myself for a hearty scolding and two tight slaps, that Tamil proverb was all she ever said about the liberty I’d taken with her housekeeping money.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">* * *</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Inexplicably, with no tantrums or accusations, it became the practice in our house to pay for Mariamma’s son’s milk after that. In gratitude, Mariamma and her husband had one of the girls bring the baby to our house every Saturday, to show us how strong he was growing, how quick his smile, how full his cheeks, all thanks to the milk we provided. The girls were always dirty and dressed in rags; the boy invariably fresh from his bath and dusted with powder.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Thank you for the milk, Aunty,” the girls were taught to say. “My father says thank you. My mother says thank you.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">And my aunt no longer asked them which father they meant, or where their mother was, but slowly, as the weeks went by, allowed her longing for the baby to show itself. In between his visits she no longer counted the eggs, or threw tantrums when her tea was too sweet. One Saturday she grabbed the baby’s big toe and did not let go until it was time for his sister to leave. The following week she planted a kiss on his forehead. And on the third week the girl who’d brought him—Mariamma’s second daughter, who was bowlegged and had a beetle-shaped birthmark on her left cheek—said, “Please carry him, Aunty. My father says you must carry him. My father says it will bring us blessings.” My aunt took the baby in her arms, and her eyes flashed and burned so bright I had to squint to meet them. She smiled then, and though I knew she was not smiling at me—though her bright eyes did not even see me—the old love flickered in my veins, waiting to be relit. I wanted to buy that pink-skinned baby for my Aunt with five ringgit from the jam jar, for ten ringgit I saved up from my pocket money, for however much he cost.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">From then on my aunt held the baby whenever he was brought to our house, until the day he fell, his green eyes blinking furiously, his sparse-toothed smile surprising us all. Five pairs of eyes were riveted to him when he fell, and yet I suspect that neither my aunt not Batu Pahat Uncle nor the baby’s sister nor Cook would be able to say, any better than I can, why or how he fell. Perhaps he slipped from my aunt’s hands because his skin was slick with traces of coconut oil from his morning massage. Perhaps he was bothered by a new tooth, or an attack of wind, or an itch, or any of the various things that make babies struggle and squirm. Perhaps my aunt had a dizzy spell because she’d skipped breakfast and lunch that day.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Amma pullai, amma pullai, amma pullai, she whispered.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">And the boy’s sister’s scream, a siren in the afternoon stillness. Each time it began to die down it gathered new energy from somewhere in her throat and rose once more towards the white ceiling.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">They locked into place like two voices in a round, my aunt’s words and the girl’s scream. The ceiling fan whirled a third part. Everything turned in frantic circles; time was stuck in a loop.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“God works in mysterious ways,” said Batu Pahat Uncle. “God knows everything.” He smiled at my aunt and drank his coconut water.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">It was as if someone had snapped their fingers to bring us to our senses. Mariamma’s daughter stopped screaming and went to squat by her brother, sobbing quietly. My aunt turned to Cook and said, “Tell Driver we must take the baby to the hospital now.” I slipped my shoes on and sprinted to Mariamma’s hut to tell them what had happened.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Ponniah was asleep on the mud floor of the hut, on an old sarong he’d laid out. Three of the girls were stirring seeds and tamarind pods in a cracked clay pot on the floor, pretending to taste their curry and add the spices it lacked.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“I think so it needs more chilli,” said one.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Too much salt already,” said another.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">The fourth girl was mending an old cotton petticoat in a corner.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Didn’t you hear your sister scream?” I said. “Are you all deaf? The baby—your Thambi—he fell on the floor—wake up your father.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">They looked up at me all at once, their eyes like lamps in the dark.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">When I came out of the hut into the light, Ponniah wiping the tears from his cheeks and muttering his sorrow beside me, my uncle’s car pulled into the driveway.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">My uncle and aunt and Ponniah took the baby to the hospital. I stayed home with Cook and Batu Pahat Uncle, the one sitting bolt upright at the dining table, clutching the edges of her chair, the other dozing in his red armchair. At six o’clock the Ford Escort pulled once more into the driveway, and the small group trooped into the kitchen. The baby was not with them. Cook stood up.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">My uncle cleared his throat. “The boy will have to stay in hospital for now,” he said. “No injuries as far as they can see, but still something is wrong. They’ll have to do some tests.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Tests?” said Batu Pahat Uncle. “Hospital? But how can the family afford—”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Of course we’ll pay for it,” snapped my uncle, “What do you think?”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Ah, well, then, that’s as it should be. Everything is as it should be.” Batu Pahat Uncle smiled peaceably around the room.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">* * *</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Mariamma’s baby was in the hospital for six weeks. Every evening my uncle and aunt and Mariamma and her husband went to visit him together; every night when they came back my aunt told Cook that he lay in his little cot and stared up at them, his tongue hanging out of his mouth like a dog’s. At the end of those six weeks two things happened: the doctors gave up, said they could not determine what was wrong with the boy, much less fix the problem, and discharged him; and Batu Pahat Uncle came shuffling down the driveway, mopping his brow with his Good Morning towel.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">My aunt was carrying the baby when they came back from the hospital on that day. He stared up at her; she smiled down at him, and in one hand she held a small cloth with which she dabbed every so often at his drool.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“The doctor says he might improve, anyway, with weekly-weekly treatments and therapy and all that,” she said.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“The doctor says,” echoed my uncle, “that as he grows older he might even be able to move around the house with a few adjustments here and here. A wheelchair and all that. Ramps and a special toilet and bathtub in the bathroom.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Wheelchair?” said Batu Pahat Uncle. “Toilet? Bathtub? But in their hut they don’t even have a floor. Hanh?” He leaned forward in his armchair and turned to Mariamma and her husband, who had huddled close together and silent all this while, like two wet birds. “How will you take care of your son? Did you hear everything the doctor said?”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“That’s the thing....” murmured Mariamma’s husband. “The only thing we can do is to leave him at the orphanage. There is a good Christian one in town, they say the nuns are kind—”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Orphanage? But I think so,” said Batu Pahat Uncle, “that there is a much better solution. You know this house has no sons; these people will give you a small offering in exchange for the gift of your son. Then the boy can live here. He can have his weekly-weekly therapy and his special bathtub and all that. And you yourselves will know how he is. No need to take a bus to town to visit him.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“Otherwise,” my uncle began, “we could always pay for—”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“We could always, we could always.” Batu Pahat Uncle stood up, and perhaps because I had so rarely seen him standing indoors, he suddenly seemed much taller than I’d remembered. “What is all this we could always? This,” he said, with another gentle smile around the room, “is the best thing for everybody. It is always good to take other people’s children into your house. It is always a blessing. Is it not, Madhavi?”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">My aunt started and looked at him. It was the first time I’d heard anyone call her by her name; she’d always been Maddam or Aunty or Maniam Saar’s wife.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“It would give you great peace of mind,” persisted Batu Pahat Uncle, “to have this boy in your house, to raise him as your own son, wouldn’t it, Madhavi?”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">My aunt bobbed her head from side to side. “Why not?” she said softly. “He is like this because of me only. Shouldn’t I take responsibility for it?”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">And that was how Thambi came to live with us.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">He doesn’t talk, and the doctors were wrong about him: though my uncle paid to have ramps and special furniture built into the house, he never learned to walk. My aunt bathes him and dresses him and sings old Hindi songs to him. Cook makes him a porridge of rice and chicken and vegetables every day, and my aunt feeds it to him with a teaspoon. In the mornings she sits him in his wheelchair and puts him outside in the sunlight to enjoy the view. The sparrows and the mynah birds, the newspaper man making his rounds. But mostly he stares up at the blue sky, squinting in the sunlight, drooling onto his shirt front. Sometimes he smiles and stretches his arms out towards the sky as if he were trying to touch it. Sometimes I touch the tips of my ten fingers to the tips of his, and his eyes latch onto my mine. Thambi, I tell him then, Thambi, you’re our good luck, you’re our lucky gecko, you’re a white puppy that showed up in our backyard. I don’t have to say it out loud for him to hear me: he holds my gaze and smiles.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">And that same sweet smile colors my aunt’s face whenever she looks at him. She sings him old Hindi songs even when he isn’t listening. When she has bathed him and put him outside for the morning, she sits at the kitchen table combing her hair and singing softly:</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Kitna haseen hai yeh ek sapna</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Phoolon ke shaher mein hai ghar apna</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Kya sama hai, tu kahan hai?</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Mariamma and her husband and daughters come to see Thambi every afternoon, though soon the oldest daughter will be getting married and moving to Penang. After my uncle paid them for Thambi, Ponniah bought a trishaw and began to take passengers around town. Mariamma no longer goes out at night. They managed to scrape together a small dowry for the oldest girl, though the other four might have to find factory jobs and boys who’ll marry them for love. When the family comes to see Thambi they all cluster around his wheelchair, and Mariamma, plump and weather-beaten now but still pretty, says, “Look at him, isn’t he just like a doll?” She beams at him and then at each of us in turn, but when her gaze meets my aunt’s they both quickly lower their eyelids to look once again at Thambi. Their smiles tremble and turn shy, nervous, perhaps even grateful. “Look at him,” Mariamma says more softly then, “Isn’t he still just like a doll? Nothing can spoil him. After everything, he’s still as beautiful and as good as a doll.”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">And it’s true, when my aunt lays him down in his bed at night, he closes his eyes just like a doll. But when she turns the light out he opens them again, because he knows what’s in store. She sits on the edge of his bed and makes shadows with her hands, and tells him stories:</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Look, she says, here is Krishna playing his flute.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Here is Yama the Demon with his scary eyes.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Look, here are Rama and Sita dancing.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Here is Ravana the evil king kidnapping Sita.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">I don’t think Thambi understands any of her complicated tales, but I can see him trying to keep track of the shadows with his eyes, frowning, just like I used to, from the effort to tell the gods from the demons.</p>Holy Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595821105352302177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334256948038807568.post-21168969396411486772020-09-20T06:07:00.001-07:002020-09-20T06:51:19.344-07:00Tenet Explained<p style="text-align: justify;"><b>Who is the hero? </b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">The hero is a young CIA agent who is never referred to by name. Let's just call him The Protagonist since that is how he identifies himself in the final scene. During the undercover operation at the Kiev opera house at the beginning of the film, he, along with a mysterious masked soldier with a strange looking red trinket, fail to retrieve an artifact. However, the Protagonist witnesses this masked soldier inverting a bullet as if it was travelling backwards. The Protagonist is captured by Russian mercenaries who torture him, but he does not expose his team. Impressed by his loyalty, he is saved and recruited by Tenet.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>What is Tenet? </b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Tenet is a mysterious organisation that aims to prevent the creation of a machine that could lead to the end of the world. The Protagonist is sent to a scientist named Barbara, who is studying a strange set of weapons with "inverted" entropy, similar to the bullet The Protagonist witnessed in Kiev. This allows them to move backwards through time, such as having the ability to enter The Protagonist's grasp even before he grabs them. Barbara believes they are able to move like this because they were made in the future. The Protagonist traces the materials used to manufacture the weapons to an arms dealer in Mumbai.The Protagonist teams up with another Tenet member, Neil, to confront the dealer. It is then revealed that the dealer's wife, Priya Singh, is a senior member of Tenet. She explains that she sold her weapons to one Andrei Sator, a wealthy Russian oligarch who not only has the ability to invert time, but can communicate with the future. When she sold him the weapons, they were not yet time-inversed. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>The time inversion machine</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">In the distant future, a scientist has invented a time inversion machine. However, fearing that it will be used for evil, she divides its algorithm into nine components and hides them in the past. She achieves this by time-inverting herself and then re-inverting herself to align with whatever time period she is in over and over again until she manages to hide all nine components in different nuclear locations across the world where the components will be safely hidden away. Unfortunately, in present day, Sator has uncovered all nine components, including the final one which The Protagonist was out to get in Kiev. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>Sator’s evil plan</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Initially, we are led to believe that Sator is working for terrorists from the future who have lost all hope in humanity and blame the present generation for all its problems such as climate change and social disparity. Since they no longer have the algorithm to create a time inversion machine, they are paying Sator in time-reversed gold bars so that he can piece together the components to ensure the machine is eventually built. Sator pieces together the algorithm and drops the components into an underground vault in his nuked hometown, where the future terrorists will find it centuries from now.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">However, Sator soon learns that he has terminal pancreatic cancer, and believes if he dies, then the whole world should die with him. After the algorithm is completed, Sator link his time inversion machine to a dead-switch activated by his fitness tracker. Kat, Sator's estranged wife, is convinced Sator will carry out his plan in the past during their holiday to Vietnam, which was the final time Sator felt genuinely happy. After that day, Sator disappeared for awhile and reemerged out of nowhere with his plan to destroy the world. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>Tenet’s plan</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">With Priya's time inversion machine, Tenet members are able to travel back to the 14th of the month. They then travel to Sator’s hometown to stop his evil plan. Once there, Tenet splits into two teams; red team moves forward through time as normal, while blue team is time-inverted. This tactic is what is referred to as a ‘temporal pincer movement’. This creates a distraction battle that allows a splinter cell of led by The Protagonist to get hold of the algorithm. In the underground vault, the Protagonist finds Sador's henchman burring the algorithm with the dead body of a blue team Tenet member on the ground with the same red trinket that the Protagonist saw earlier in Kiev. As the henchman prepares to kill The Protagonist, the dead Tenet member is revived as he is time inversion and takes the shot instead. Now resurrected, the time-inverted Tenet member helps The Protagonist take the algorithm.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>Sator’s fate</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">At the same time, Kat, now re-inverted, travels back to Vietnam with Mahir. Once there, she pretends to be her younger self while being with Sator to make sure he stays distracted while Tenet deals with his men. She shoots him and pushes him off his yacht, killing him right before the explosion at Sador's hometown. This means Sator never disappeared after their holiday in Vietnam, he was actually killed by Kat. The Protagonist, Neil and the head of Tenet's armed forces split the algorithm into three pieces, and promise to hide them away. As Neil turns and walks away, The Protagonist sees the red trinket on him, revealing him to be the masked gunman in Kiev and the dead time-inversed dead body that saved his life earlier that day. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>The truth about Neil</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Neil reveals that he is actually a Tenet member from the future, who was recruited by The Protagonist himself. Although The Protagonist has only known Neil for a few days, Neil has known him for years. This means, Neil is moving backwards while The Protagonist is moving forward in time. Neil walks back into the time inversion machine to invert himself so that he can save The Protagonist's life, which means he knows this is his end. Before doing that, he leaves his piece of the algorithm with The Protagonist before time-inverting himself.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>The truth about The Protagonist</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">In the last scene, Priya is shown trying to assassinate Kat since it is Tenet's objective to destroy any trace of time inversion knowledge. However, The Protagonist shows up and reveals that he will be the one to set up Tenet in the future, meaning he will be the one to recruit not only Neil but Priya and himself too. He then kills Priya, but lets Kat live.</p>Holy Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595821105352302177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334256948038807568.post-17250016158701150432020-04-26T04:34:00.003-07:002020-04-26T04:34:58.136-07:00Top 5 Slytherins Who Actually Turned Out To Be Good Wizards <div style="text-align: justify;">
It seems almost like Slytherin's reputation as a Hogwarts house will forever be scared by the fact it produced the most Dark wizards when compared to the other three houses. Not to mention its founder, Salazar Slytherin desired pure blood supremacy at the school, so much so that he kept a giant serpent to kill Muggle-born students. It does not help that his direct descendant the deadliest Dark wizard to have ever lived, Tom Riddle a.k.a Voldemort, wished to uphold this perverted ideology. Despite its dark history, Slytherin has produced good wizards. For instance:<br />
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Just think about it. First, it is a form of Sambal, which is a Malay dish. Indonesians might claim it is theirs, but that is a debate for another day. Second, as its name suggests, its main ingredient is tofu, which is a Chinese bean curd. Third, it is predominantly prepared and consumed by Hindus in Malaysia, who are mostly of south Indian descent. It is also important to note that unlike the traditional Malay Sambal, Tofu Sambal is a vegetarian dish, which means it does not contain any shrimp paste, otherwise known as Belacan. </div>
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Sambal was indeed developed within the Malay archipelago, but its main ingredient is not native to this part of the world. This main ingredient can either be chili pepper, Cayenne pepper and green chili pepper. These variants were all introduced to the Malay world in the 16th century by the Portuguese. This takes the fusion-ness of Tofu Sambal to a whole different level! However, Malay people have been making Sambal even prior to that using local varieties of chili. </div>
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Holy Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595821105352302177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334256948038807568.post-33342495895863806832020-01-25T05:58:00.002-08:002020-07-01T21:35:36.971-07:00The Untold Story of Isaac Brooke, a Prince of Sarawak<div style="text-align: justify;">
All Malaysians are familiar with the story of the three white Rajahs who ruled the kingdom of Sarawak for over a century. First, there was the first Rajah, Sir James Brooke, who expanded the kingdom into what it is today. Then, there was his nephew, Sir Charles Brooke. Finally, there was Sir Vyner Brooke, the last white Rajah.</div>
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It is well known that the second white Rajah, Sir Charles Brooke, had a wife named Margaret Alice Lili de Windt or Ranee Margaret Brooke. The couple was blessed with six children, three of whom died on a voyage to the United Kingdom in 1873. The surviving three were raised in Sarawak and the oldest of them, Vyner Brooke, became the third Rajah following the death Sir Charles.</div>
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Unknown to many, Sir Charles had another son with a native woman who, according to the rightful order of succession, should have been the one to inherit the throne. This was because he was the oldest of all of Sir Charles' children. He was Isaac Brooke, and he was born on August 26, 1867 in Simanggang, Sarawak. His mother was Dayang Mastiah binti Abang Aing, the sister of Abang Arif bin Abang Aing. Abang Arif was the Senior Native Officer for Fort Lubok Antu. </div>
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Legend has it that the first Rajah, Sir James Brooke did not sire any legitimate children of his own and only had one son, Reuben George Brooke, out of wedlock, which did not entitle him to the Brooke estate. So, in 1861, Sir James formally named Captain John Brooke Johnson, his sister's eldest son, as his successor. However, James later disinherited John in favour of John's younger brother, Charles. While exploring the capital city of Kuching, the Tuan Muda Charles Brooke was introduced to Dayang Mastiah. Charles was so enamored by her beauty that he married her. However, both their marriage and the birth of their son, Isaac, was not made public.</div>
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Many believe that since Tuan Muda Charles was the successor to Sir James, the Church of England opposed his marriage to a native woman. A year later, Sir James Brooke died, and Charles succeeded his uncle as the second white Rajah of Sarawak. Meanwhile, Isaac was raised by his mother among the locals in Kuching, although his father did visit him occasionally. </div>
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As heir to the throne, Charles was expected to get married to an English lady of a respectable family to continue the legacy of the Brooke family. So, Charles married Margaret Alice Lili de Windt in Highworth, Wiltshire on October 28, 1869. She was raised to the title of Ranee of Sarawak on the same day. The young Rajah brought his new Ranee with him back to Sarawak the following year.</div>
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Sources say that Margaret learned that she was the Rajah's second wife only after she set foot in Kuching. Despite her position as queen, it is said that Margaret lived in fear that her oldest surviving son with Charles would not inherit the throne as long as Isaac was around. Even the death of her husband's first wife in 1872 did not ease her insecurities. </div>
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As a result, arrangements were made for Isaac to be taken away from the land of his birth. He was adopted by a pastor named Reverend William Yate Daykin and his family, who were later ordered to move to Ontario, Canada. Isaac was later renamed Esca Brooke-Daykin. Esca was educated at Trinity College School, Port Hope, and was then sent to Queen’s University of Kingston. It is said that he never spoke about his old life in Sarawak or his connections to the Brooke family. </div>
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However, many members of the elite in Ontario were familiar with his story. In his adulthood, Isaac married a Canadian woman named Edith Webster Ottawa. Based on a book written by Cassandra Pybus entitled 'White Figure: The Dynasty Intrigue', Isaac and his family were well-received by the Canadian elite since many wealthy white families were more than happy to be associated with the Brookes, who they saw as royalty.</div>
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Meanwhile, in Sarawak, Isaac's half-brother, Vyner, succeeded their father as the third white Rajah just as Margaret had wanted. However, he suffered a great loss following the Japanese Occupation of Sarawak and was forced to hand over his family's kingdom to the British government. Hence, the once independent kingdom of Sarawak become a British colony. </div>
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In 2009, the story of the untold Sarawakian mulatto prince was somewhat revived when the 54-year-old great-granddaughter of Esca Brooke-Daykin, Deborah Falls Lockhart and her family arrived in modern day Sarawak, now a part of the federation of Malaysia. The arrival of the Lockharts was highly publicized and was widely covered by many local newspapers at the time.</div>
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These are the only 15 Tamil films I've managed to watch either through streaming or in the cinema. There were many other well-received films, but they were not released in Malaysian theaters or online streaming services. So here is my own personal top 15 list.<br />
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Geetha Rani is posted to a school in a rural village in south India as the new principal. She works hard to improve the school by forcing the out-of-touch teachers to update themselves and by inspiring the students to prioritize on their education. Her changes are so drastic that she makes a few enemies along the way, including some of her own colleagues who conspire with the owner of the local private school to bring her down. However, none of them realize that Geetha Rani is not just an average school principal from the city but someone the federal government sent to the village with a specific purpose...<br />
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Lalgudi Karupiah Gandhi, or LGK, is a local Councillor who dreams of power, wealth and influence. He is mostly a do-gooder, but occasionally he resorts to not-so-ethical means to get what he wants. Not satisfied with his current position, LKG contests in the by-elections to become the next Member of the Legislative Assembly. He hires Sarala, a young political strategist to help him with his campaign. However, he has to go up against the powerful and respected incumbent, Ramraj Pandian. Desperate to win, LKG devises certain dirty tricks to bring down his opponent, but things take a turn for the worst when Ramraj decides to give LKG a taste of his own medicine...<br />
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Yamuna is a YouTuber who is popular for her videos on paranormal investigations. In order to escape her doting parents, Yamuna hides out at her grandmother's mansion in the countryside, where she is disturbed by some strange events that threatens her life and the lives of the people around her. With the help of Mani, her childhood friend, she decides to investigate this odd occurrences. At around the same time, a young man named Amudhan is investigating a string of deaths which he believes may be connected to his fiance's recent death. Both Yamuna and Amudhan soon cross paths when it is revealed that they both are investigating the exact same case but from completely different angles. When the person behind the deaths is finally revealed, there is no going back for either one of them...<br />
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Maga is an assassin who moonlights as a taxi driver in the city, while another young man who looks exactly like him named Muni is a tuition teacher in the countryside who practices religious celibacy. Maga struggles to work his way out of the political underworld that seeks to destroy the family life he has secretly built for himself. Meanwhile, Muni struggles to live a live of dignity and respect since he belongs to a lower-caste community. Their paths cross when one of their enemies' confuses one for another and all hell breaks lose...<br />
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Kathiresan and Prabhakaran are two young men in Chennai who are complete opposites. Kathir is an honest police officer who takes his job very seriously. Meanwhile, Prabha is a career criminal who kidnaps children from wealthy families for ransom money. His gang always kidnaps a poor child too, which they will kill to frighten the wealthy family into paying up. Their paths cross when Kathir is assigned to rescue one of the children Prabha's gang has kidnapped. Kathir eventually tracks down one of Prabha's gang members who interrogates and kills. The case now becomes personal as Prabha no longer just wants the ransom money but to avenge his friend's murder...<br />
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Nandha Gopalan Kumaran, or NGK, is an organic farmer who lives an honest life until his entire farm is destroyed by a politically connected gang. Desperate to rid his village of the gang, NGK is forced to work for the ruthless local assemblyman, Pandiyan. In return for decommissioning the gang, NGK has to convince 500 other young men in his village to join Pandiyan's political party, which he does. Impressed by NGK's influence and abilities, the president of Pandiyan's party meets him personally. This meeting seals NGK's fate in politics and changes his in ways the once upright and patriotic young man did not expect...<br />
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Loosely based on a real-life case that happened in Malaysia, this is the story about identical twins who are both prime suspects in a crime. Ezhil and Kavin are twins who have led separate lives after their parents' divorce. Despite looking alike, they are very different. Ezhil is a civil engineer whose construction business is doing well. He is also engaged to reporter, Deepika. On the other hand, Kavin is a con artist who, like his dead mother, is a compulsive gambler. After years of separation, the twins are brought together following the murder of a young man named Akash and the twins are both prime suspects. Only one of them is innocent while the other is the culprit...<br />
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Saravanan and his roommate Mani decide to rob their landlady's home and frame their neighbour. However, Saravanan starts to notice certain parallels between his life and the life of his landlady's younger brother, Kathir. He learns that Kathir and his friend was also involved in a robbery many years ago and someone else was implicated. Karma soon caught up with Kathir and things did not go well in his life following the robbery, including to members of his own family. As time passes, Saravanan notices similar events happening in his family too. Believing this to be a never ending cycle, Saravanan decides to end it by doing the right thing although things get complicated when the police gets involved...<br />
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Chidambaram is the younger son of a drunkard farmer, Sivasaami. Chidambaram looks up to his fearless and charismatic older brother, Murugan who is the only person brave enough to question Narasimhan, the local landlord. Narasimhan makes life difficult for poor farmers in the village so that they will sell their land to him for an unfair price. The entire village is set aflame when Narasimhan brutally murders a villager to set an example to the other farmers, and in retaliation, someone kills him. As the thirst for blood and revenge consumes the once peaceful village, Chidambaran finally learns his father is someone that he has underestimated all his life...<br />
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An entire group of police officers are drugged by Anbu, the brother of a local crime lord who is out to reclaim his gang's captured drugs. The only officer to not be drugged, Inspector Bejoy blackmails Delhi, a former convict out on probation to transport him and the unconscious officers on a lorry to the hospital in a nearby town unknown to Anbu's men who are out for revenge. A desperate Delhi has to help so he can meet his daughter Amudha the following morning. Accompanied by Kamatchi, a local who is familiar with all the shortcuts in the area, Delhi and Bejoy have to travel through a dangerous jungle while avoiding Anbu's men. However, the jungle is a far more dangerous place for than expected and Delhi is not as innocent as he appears to be...<br />
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Raghu, a young college student whose life is scared following the disappearance of his older brother, finally finds love in Lekha, a rising movie star. However, Lekha's controlling guardian turned manager keeps them apart to avoid any distraction that might derail her career. Years later, Lekha contacts Raghu but not alone. His long lost brother is with her and they are both in deep trouble with the police and gangsters in a city faraway from home. Raghu has to travel there to help them but something more sinister awaits him...<br />
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Peter is a college student who enjoys doing nothing except hanging out with his friends and watching their favourite movie star's films. His parents want him to become a civil servant and not end up making musical instruments for a living like his father, Johnson. However, Peter changes after witnessing Vembhu Iyer, a renowned musician playing the traditional 'mridangam' that Johnson plays. Peter desperately wants to learn music under Vembhu's tutelage, but quickly realizes that in the world of Indian classical music, certain roles are restricted to those who are born into privilege despite their talent and dedication. Although Vembhu does not consider caste important, the people around him force Peter to do things that changes him, both for better or for worst...<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">3) Super Deluxe</span></b></div>
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Similar to the director's debut, this is a hyperlink film with four subplots. The first subplot is about a cheating wife, Vaembu, who unwittingly kills her lover while having sex. Her husband, Mugil, agrees to help her dispose of the body in condition they separate after the ordeal. The second subplot involves Shilpa, a transwoman who returns to home to her surprised wife and son. While taking her son to school, she gets into trouble with a corrupt police officer. The third story is about five teenage friends who bunk school to watch a soft core adult film. To their surprise, the girl in the film is the mother of one of them. The boy meets with a accident while rushing home to confront his mother, Leela, who is part of the fourth subplot. Leela struggles to pay her son's hospital bill while her husband Dhanasekaran is more preoccupied preaching his newfound religion after surviving a tsunami. Their lives change that day as they are all brought together by their circumstances...<br />
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Kamini is the host of a popular prank show. Fancying herself a strong, independent young feminist, she refuses to listen to her conservative mother. Since their media company is shifting to another building, Kamini and her friends decide to spend the night in the old TV station. While high on alcohol and drugs, Kamini accepts one of her friends' challenge to do a show naked. The following morning, she wakes up all alone in the building, her clothes gone and her phone out of credit. She slowly starts to realize she is not the shameless feminist she thought she was as she tries to avoid getting help from men out of fear of being humiliated....<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">1) Game Over</span></b></div>
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Swapna is a successful young game designer who is suffering from post-traumatic stress following a terrible date gone wrong. Her life changes when she learns that her tattoo has a dead cancer patient's ashes mixed in the ink. This news worsens her condition and she attempts suicide, ending up needing a wheelchair. As Swapna's maid helps her cope with the pending anniversary of the traumatic event, their house is attacked by a group of masked serial killers who mysteriously appear to behave eerily similar to characters from a video game she plays...<br />
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What started out a serial novel in a renowned Indian magazine during the 1950s quickly became what many consider to be one of the greatest works of Tamil literature even today. It is said readers back in the day would eagerly wait for each weekly installment, cut them out from the magazine and put them in plastic files to be read over and over again. The serial novel's popularity elevated the magazine's circulation to over 70 000 copies. The story revolves around the death of the king of the great Chola empire and the struggle for the throne. There has been several attempts to adapt the novel into film. Now, the time has come. Here is a run down of the many characters and the actors who will be playing them.<h2><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></h2><h2>
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Many readers of the novel consider him to be the main protagonist of the story even though he is not the titular character. He is the best friend of crown prince Aditya Karikalan and is appointed as his bodyguard while they are stationed in Kanchi. He is known for his wit and bravery that eventually earns him the position as commander of the Chola empire's southern troops. Karikalan sends him to Thanjavur, the capital of the Chola empire, to meet his father, King Sundara Chola. During his journey, Vandiyadevan meets and falls in love with Princess Kundavai. </div>
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The eldest son of King Sundara Chola, crown prince of the mighty Chola kingdom, and commander of his father's northern troops. He is a decorated warrior prince; having fought his first battle at the young age of twelve. He sends his best friend, Vandiyathevan to invite his father, the king, to Kanchi to visit the golden palace he had built. He is infamous for his great temper, which led him to assassinate a powerful rival king that earns him many enemies in and out of the kingdom.</div>
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The Chola king's middle child and only daughter. Unlike other princesses, she vows to remain in her land of birth to unite the entire region as part of her kingdom. She is well-known for her kindness, like when she takes care of the orphaned princess, Vanathi. She is respected and loved by her people. She trains her younger brother, Arulmozhi Varman to become a great leader to achieve her ambitions. She also sends her guard, Vandiyathevan to Sri Lanka to escort Arulmozhi home to guard their elder brother, Karikalan from an eminent threat. </div>
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In 2018, the movie Pulang by Primeworks Studios about the true story of a Malay sailor who left his family and lived the rest of his family in Liverpool, UK was released. It caught the attention of Salmi, who then wrote to me asking for help. Her husband's father, like the hero of the movie, left his family in Malaysia and went to the UK back in the 70s and was never heard of again. </div>
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Salmi's father-in-law is Lance Corporal Mohd Said Mohd Amin, who like most soldiers after being discharged from military service, decided to migrate to the United Kingdom. In 1972, the 33-year-old father of four, with one more on the way, left his heavily pregnant wife, Ramlah, then 26, with their three children, in Serkam, Melaka, with plans to bring them over to the UK once he had sorted out their accommodation and schooling. Salmi's husband, Hariss, then nine, was the eldest and was tasked with writing to his father in London once or twice a month.</div>
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Soon enough, the day the family was waiting for finally arrived. Said wrote to say he would be returning to Malaysia to get his family. However, the initial euphoria of being reunited slowly turned into disappointment as the familiar airmail, which was sometimes accompanied by money, stopped coming.The father whom they remembered as a soft-spoken man who would never raise his voice suddenly disappeared from their lives with not so much as a clue to point to his whereabouts.</div>
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Life for the young family changed drastically after that, with Ramlah having to sell nasi lemak in their village to support the family. The children were separated as family members rallied to take care of each child in their respective homes. They, too, had to work while still in school to help support the family.</div>
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“In the 1990s, we wrote to the British High Commission here, which confirmed that our letter to our father was delivered but they could not reveal his address as it was confidential. It was heartbreaking to hear that he had received the letter but there was no reply. I wouldn’t say I was doing it for myself, It was for my mother, who never stopped waiting. I guess she wanted an answer.” Hariss admitted.</div>
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The search for Said even took the siblings to the studios of TV3’s programme Jejak Kasih. However, people began ringing them to say their father was still alive and living in Kuala Lumpur or was last sighted in Chow Kit — the family was led on a wild goose chase with payment demanded in return. Friends travelling and working in the UK were also roped in to help in the search but to no avail.</div>
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This started off a chain of positive developments from London to Liverpool to Aberdeen and later, to an oil rig in Scotland. I asked friends who had served in the British Army before but that led to nothing. I gave Salmi the number for a contact in Liverpool, Jantan Lisot, who is a member of the Malay seafarers’ community there. It was through his efforts that Said was finally located. Jantan said he engaged the services of an agency to track down Said.</div>
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“The agency said they found him in Wales but would not give me the address until I made further payments. I was then given an email address to write to him through this agency,” said Jantan when I met him in Liverpool recently. The email via the agency was sent on May 23 to Said, who was in Moray, Portgordon, a small village in Scotland, almost 100km away from Aberdeen. The initial information about Wales was to mislead us so that we did not contact him personally.</div>
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However, any hope of a happy ending was soon shattered. Jantan received word that Said had died, a mere three days after receiving the email seeking to re-connect with him. Said apparently sustained a fall and died alone in his house. He was 79. Financial constraints meant that none of the family members could travel to Portgordon. But the close network of Malaysians abroad rallied to help salvage the situation in what appeared to be dire circumstances.</div>
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Arrangements were made to collect funds for the burial, which was £4,000 (approximately RM 20,500) and for the body to be taken to the Elgin Muslim cemetery. Among the Muslim community at the Elgin mosque was a Scotsman — the only person who knew Said, the man, known to neighbours in Moray and his friends at the Baxter Food factory, where he worked until five years ago, as Eddie.</div>
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Only wishing to be known as a close neighbour who missed Eddie greatly, he said Said had always lived alone. “Eddie” never spoke about his background. People only knew him to be from the army and that he used to work in London and then Liverpool. He was the best neighbour anyone could wish for, he said, with his sentiments echoed by friends, former colleagues and neighbours in his Facebook status. Lance Corporal Mohd Said Mohd Amin is buried at the Elgin Muslim cemetery in Scotland.</div>
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“I was the only non-Muslim person at the mosque and I spoke on behalf of the local community to thank the Muslim community for coming together to give Eddie a proper funeral. I also spoke briefly about how good a person and neighbour he was. He will be missed,” said the neighbour, who was also asked to identify the body at the mortuary.</div>
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The revelation by the neighbour about Said would perhaps go some way towards providing an insight into the man Hariss and his siblings had been searching for, the man who was their father. Hariss and his siblings are ready to accept it as fate that they were never to meet again. As for the whys that have plagued their minds for the past 47 years, they are resigned to the fact that perhaps something had happened to him to make him stay away.</div>
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The story of Said may not end here — diaries and journals he had written were among the possessions he left behind. These could perhaps reveal the answers the children are searching for. And for that, they will have to make the journey to Moray. One day.</div>
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Adapted from:<i> Postcard from Zaharah: 47-year search for dad ends in heartbreak</i> by Zaharah Othman for the <i>New Straits Times</i></div>
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<i>In June 2016, a string of Reddit posts by an Australian youth went viral on social media. In their three posts, they describe how their parents and siblings started to behave differently after they returned home from a holiday in Malaysia. </i></div>
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Thank you everyone for your concern. I am fine but have been preoccupied a fair bit. Initially, I had disregarded the drug angle but after reading all the comments, I feel inclined to at least get a sample to test from them. I can't exactly stick a needle in them and since I haven't heard them use the bathroom, I think urine is out of the question as well. I think I'll try and get some hair samples and send them off to a lab at Uni (I have some friends). Also, expect a full update soon. Reddit nosleep rules stipulate that you can only update once every 24 hours which is why I haven't put up another update. Please stay calm everyone, I'll let you know if things take a turn for the worst.</div>
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Hey guys, long time reader, first time user. I just needed an outlet to talk about the strange things happening at home lately.</div>
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A quick background, we are a family of 6 (mum, dad, two older brothers, me and my youngest sister) and we’ve all been born and raised in Melbourne, Australia. My mum and dad are both still in the workforce in the pharmaceutical sector, my brothers and I are at university (All at Monash University) and my sister is just about to graduate from high school (we expect top marks, my sister is a freak of nature)</div>
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Right now, we are in the middle of the uni and school breaks (mid year break). As a reward, my parents decided to take a week and a half off at work and asked if we wanted to take a short trip around SE Asia, particularly Malaysia. (SE Asia is really the only destination for many Australians because every other place is in woop-woop and would take ages to get to). Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, of course I was on board with the idea; so were the rest of the siblings.</div>
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So off we went, into Melbourne Airport Terminal 2. Everything went as smooth as possible (well, as smooth as it can be for a bunch of Muslims; ha ha. There were a couple ‘random’ frisk searches but meh, we’re used to it at this point). Boarded the plane and enjoyed the 6 hour flight as much as anyone can enjoy being in a metal tube for 6 hours.</div>
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Finally disembarked the plane, checked into our hotel, had dinner, showered and prepared for the adventures we had planned for the week. It was looking like it’d be the relaxing holiday I’d been hoping for. Apparently not.</div>
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Here is where it started to go a little bit strange. Quick fact about my family, we are your stock-standard tourist with, as embarrassing as this is, the cliché camera around the neck. We do not ever stray off the beaten tourist track. We do not search for exotic places that a normal tourist wouldn't care for and we certainly do not decide to do something spontaneously; everything about everything in my life has been meticulously planned by my parents and, as I developed the habit, by myself. So it did take me truly by surprise when my dad suggested that instead of visiting Putrajaya (the political capital of Malaysia) we should keep on driving and see ‘where the car takes us.’ No seriously, my dad, the same man who has always taken the same route to work everyday religiously, suggested a completely spontaneous and ridiculous (if you ask me) trip into nowhere. Even more strange was that, everyone agreed with him (albeit reluctantly) and I just chalked it to his midlife crisis.</div>
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I’ll be honest, I really wasn't feeling a trip into the Malaysian wilderness so to speak, so I decided to sit this one out and just chill in the hotel room with the free Wifi. The family was all cool with this and we parted ways. I know its very cliché to say this, but I really did feel in my stomach that this trip was not going to end well for anyone and I suppose it’s my fault I didn’t encourage my dad to drop this shi**y idea.</div>
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Fast-forward to 8 or so hours (they left at about midday local time), they still hadn't returned and I, being the anxious meticulous person I am, started thinking the worst. There wasn't any way for me to contact them and so I decided that if they weren't home by 10 pm (10 hours after they’ve left) I would notify both the local authorities as well as the Australian Consulate. At about 9:20, I heard the key card beep and they all walked in (wobbling would probably describe it better), almost as if they were re-learning how to walk. To calm my rampant mind, I told myself that after being stuck driving for 10 hours, I would probably also be a bit lead-footed too. They also stunk. Bad. No, stunk is an understatement. They absolutely reeked. It was a foul smell, like rotting flesh and sulfur. Also chalked this up to the long trip and the fact that they were in enclosed space. Nothing a hot, refreshing shower wouldn’t fix.</div>
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They were back into the hotel and I, being as exhausted as I was, just conked out onto my bed. It was around mid-morning I re-emerged and the sight that greeted me was not one I expected. Despite having around a week and a day left on our trip, I saw that ‘my family’ had started packing and ‘my dad’ was checking us out downstairs. ‘Dad’ came back upstairs with a goofy grin (haven’t seen something resembling that since I was 5) and told us that we needed to get back to Melbourne as unexpected work had come in and that him and mum were needed. Again, didn't want to question anything so I just went with flow of things. The family still reeked and there was no evidence that the shower had been used but like I said, I’m very mild-mannered and meek and don't like questioning people or things.</div>
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We check out, call for a taxi, and head to Kuala Lumpur International Airport. Everything checks out (not many questions because they saw the Australian passport) and on the plane we embark. This is where it went super weird, like ‘holy f**k, what the f**k is actually going on!’ For those who have never been to/traveled to Australia, every passenger needs to fill out what is an inbound travelling card declaring who you are and what you’re bringing into the country. This card needs to contain your name, date of birth and passport number and there are a number of questions that need to be answered about what you’re bringing into Australia. This is nothing surprising to us, we all have travelled a fair bit together so we knew exactly what to do, except no one in my family had a clue how to hold the bloody pen, let alone fill in significant details. Eventually, after a few scribbles and some strange letters (they looked Cyrillic or Hebrew or something like that), I gave in and filled in the travel cards for everyone. By now I’m legit freaking out.</div>
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6 hours later, we disembark, head to customs and border patrol and after a few dodgy answers from ‘my parents’, I manage to convince the customs officer that they’ve just had a rough time overseas and have not quite recovered (rough time, L.O.L., what an exaggeration). He still let us through because we still are Australian citizens and as we had nothing to declare quarantine wasn’t a big issue. One strange thing I noticed was that nobody else had detected the foul odour emanating from my family members. It was only me and, surprisingly, the dogs at quarantine. The two dogs working to sniff out passenger luggage had reacted in such a negative way, with their nose wrinkled and small, barely imperceptible whimpers. The quarantine officer noticing their reactions asked if we had anything to declare and tried to get the dogs to sniff but they refused. As we had nothing to declare and there wasn't anything suspicious on the x-ray, there really wasn't anything quarantine could do but let us go through.</div>
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We leave the airport, take one of the airport shuttle buses to where our car was parked long-term. By this time, I am actually starting to think that something evil may have happened to my family whilst on their ‘trip’. We get into the car and my dad asked my the question that almost made me cry out in fear. He told me he’d forgotten the way home (we’ve lived in the same house all our lives) and if I could be a darl (He’s never called me by a pet-name, let alone something as bogan as darl), and give him directions to our home or drive us instead. I was too terrified to say no and so jumped into the driver’s seat. We live in south-eastern suburbs which is a solid 1 hour drive from in airport, located in the north. We get home finally and at this point I'm barely functional, in a state of catatonia. From the corner of my eye, I see ‘my dad’ surveying the house and smiling pridefully as if he had never been here and was gifted the property instead. The rest of my family enter the house after me and sleep in different bedrooms. That all but confirmed it to me that I had allowed evil into my home.</div>
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It’s now 1:07 am (we got home just after midnight) as I write this and I can’t sleep at all, let alone with them upstairs. Every 10 minutes or so my family break out in this sort of rhythmic hum but that stopped at a quarter to one. I’m not quite sure what the humming means but I endeavour to find out soon enough. As we are Muslims, I’ll try and get in contact with a Sheikh who knows about these things in the hopes of helping me solve this but I honestly don't know what to expect. I don't even know why I’m writing about this, I’ve never been much of a writer. I’m just at my wits end and absolutely terrified that something irreversible has occurred. I’ll try to update in the morning if I can, I’m just really exhausted and don't know what to think.</div>
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Hey guys, sorry for the delay, its just been a crazy couple of days. I got in contact with the sheikh. He said that he’d be able to come in about 5-7 days. Since Islam is an Abrahamic faith, it bears a lot of similarities to both Christianity and Judaism, especially about spirits and the paranormal.</div>
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Anyways, I had still been up from the night we returned from the airport trying to keep and ear out for any other strange noises. The humming started again at around quarter past 4 and kept going till at least half past 5. At this point, I had pulled out the big guns and started reading the Quran (the Islamic holy book) which was fairly strange because I have never been much of a devout believer. What can I say, f***ed up things like this do have an affect on your beliefs and faith.</div>
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At around 5:30 in the morning, the thing that resembled my dad (I refuse to believe that thing is my father) arose and came downstairs. No shower or toilet. Just came downstairs and stared, then asked why the Quran was on the coffee table. The strange thing about this entire ordeal is that all their voices were still exactly the same. ‘My father’ still had his low, gravelly voice (years of smoking will do that to you), ‘my mum’ had her higher-pitch, almost twinkly voice. ‘My brothers’ still had their deep bassy voices and well, my sister had her voice as well. I don't know how that’s possible and if anyone knows if spirits can keep the voices of the people they become, please do share.</div>
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So, ‘my dad’ comes down and has two toast with butter only and 1 Up and Go (a breakfast drink in Australia) which surprised me as that was what my dad always had for breakfast. Perhaps, I'm beginning to think, that my actual dad is not dead/taken but rather suppressed by the evil spirit so some of nuances are still present. ‘My mum’ was the same, woke up (again no toilet/shower), had her cup of black coffee with no sugar and a bowl of cornflakes. Exact same thing my mum had for breakfast.</div>
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It’s now 8 am and they’re leaving to go to work. I haven’t been asked for directions to my parents’ workplace which leads me to believe that they may have acquainted themselves with who they're supposed to be overnight. My brothers, my sister and I are still on break so we’re the only ones still at home. I feel more comfortable dealing with ‘my siblings’ without the influence of ‘my dad’ because it seems as though he is the leader, telling them what to do and how to act.</div>
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Like I mentioned, I brought the Quran out to read and put my mind at ease. Many people in the comments mentioned that it could be a jinn (a spirit in Islamic culture, not necessarily evil, that can possess someone) and because of that, I have been reading the chapter in the Quran that is specifically called ‘The Jinn.’ It seems when I read it out loud, I can hear a sort of scratching noise upstairs, particularly my sister’s room. Maybe I'm imagining that the words are having an effect on the things upstairs or maybe I'm making my brain feel as though they are, I can’t be too sure. I’ve been speaking with a few family friends and each of them have told me very firmly that I am not strong enough (religiously, I assume) to deal with or fight the creatures that are pretending to be my family and that I should wait for the sheikh</div>
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It’s now 2:50 pm in the afternoon. ‘The siblings’ have still not woken up, I'm not really sure why. Even on their laziest days, nobody is usually asleep past 1:30 pm. I’m very tempted to go upstairs and see what’s up but I’ve watched enough horror movies to know that no good comes of going up to the monster itself. I’m not about to die without solving this mess. My parents usually come back from work at about 5:30 pm so I have some time to try and arm myself with as much information and 'dua' (prayers) as I can.</div>
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5:34 pm. I hear my parents car drive into the garage. They both come in together, looking a lot less satisfied than they were this morning. I’m not sure why. ‘My dad’ whispers something along the lines of ‘…should never have..should stay..’ and something like ‘banjoran titwang’ to my mum. I’m not sure if I heard the last part correctly, could it be an insult? A place? I haven't got a clue. I don't even know what language it is but it’s definitely not English. They’ve just said hi to me and gone upstairs. To do what, I don't know. But as long as they’re not near me, I don’t feel as anxious. The smell is still in the house but it’s not as strong as I remember it though that could be because I’ve been around it for a fair bit.</div>
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It’s just ticked over midnight here, 12:07 am to be exact. My need for sleep has grown considerably (I haven't actually slept in over almost 72 hours) so I’ve made myself a makeshift bed on the sofa and have the Quran blasting in my earphones. I dunno, it just makes me feel a lot better and soothes me. I’ll leave it at that and try to update if anything big happens or when the Sheikh gets here, whichever comes first. Fingers crossed its the sheikh.</div>
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I know I’ve been told not to try and fight whatever it is that’s inside my family members but I guess I’m a sucker for masochism. Every time I hear the rhythmic hum begin upstairs, I’ve began reciting verses from the Quran softly under my breath and I swear the rhythmic hum will stop for a bit and I hear knocks instead, underneath my dad’s room. The knocks have always been the same pattern, three short knocks, three long knocks and three short knocks once more. I dunno what the knocks represent? Could it be like warning knocks or something? Maybe nine knocks signifies something? I’m not sure. Also still waiting for the Sheikh, he said he’d be here on Friday. It’s a Tuesday night at the moment. I’ll update as soon as I can.</div>
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I’m back guys, thankfully unharmed (as of yet). It’s a cold Saturday evening and I just finished speaking with the sheikh (for a second time), a lovely Imam named Ahmad and I’ll try to reiterate everything I saw as well as what he let me know based on what he got from the first meeting with them.</div>
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Imam Ahmad first approached my dad and shook his hand. ‘Dad’ shook back almost as if he was being forced to (strengthening my theory that perhaps there is a little bit of my real dad just being suppressed by the creature). This is basically how the dialogue went: </div>
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IMAM AHMAD: Salam Alaykum. Can you please tell me who you are? </div>
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‘DAD’: I am Ali ***** (side note: Notice he didn't respond with the peace greeting in the beginning?) </div>
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IMAM AHMAD: Ali, what is it that you do for a living? </div>
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‘DAD’: I am a pharmaceutical scientist working for ****** ******* ******* </div>
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IMAM AHMAD: And how long have you been working there? </div>
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‘DAD’: Nearing on 25 years. </div>
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At this point, ‘my dad’ seemed to have passed with flying colours. He knew our names, what we studied at uni, and some other little things like what my most disliked chore was (vacuuming, by far) and what my mother’s favourite dessert was. However, there was still something off. No matter how well he knew the family and us, I just couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something off. The smell was still there and occasionally, the hum would start upstairs where my siblings were. I asked Imam Ahmad if he could smell the rotting flesh I could but he replied saying he couldn't. It was now that Imam Ahmad asked me if he could try an experiment. The experiment consisted of playing some of ‘The Cow’ (Surah Al-Baqarah) chapter of the Quran and see if there was a reaction. He let me know that this was usually the standard at which other Sheikhs and Imams decided on whether there was a spirit or something paranormal involved. I told him I already had it on my iPhone and gave it to him. He pressed play and waited as it began.</div>
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The result was almost instantaneous. ‘My dad’ began shrieking in such an inhuman way I was terrified he was legit going to eat us. The shrieking was also present upstairs and the scratching I heard the first night we came back intensified. All of this would have happened within the space of about 3 seconds but if you asked me it felt like shrieks would never stop. Imam Ahmad stopped the Quran and at that moment, he let me know that he could now smell what I’ve been smelling the entire time.</div>
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In as much strength as I could conjure, I asked him to explain exactly what he’d done. You see, I'm well versed in exorcisms and possessions but only in the Christian sense, with The Lord’s Prayer, Holy Water, crucifixes and crosses etc. I have Hollywood to thank for that. But how often have I heard of exorcisms and possessions in the Islamic sense? Can’t say too many. Imam Ahmad noticed the terror in my face and asked if it was possible if I could stay with a family friend or a friend for a couple days and that I meet him at the local mosque after the noon prayer tomorrow. He waited whilst I organised a place to sleep for the night and offered to drop me off, which I kindly accepted.</div>
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It was on the way to one of my closest mate’s place (She lives in the on-campus residences at uni) that Imam Ahmad tried to explain to me what happened. In essence, he said that he was now about 85% sure that my family were possessed by Jinns who were very powerful and definitely had terrible intentions. You’d be surprised how well I took this information. The Imam looked at me warily and asked why I was so calm. It was then I let slip that I had fellow Redditors following my story and that the topic of skin walkers and drug hallucinations had come up. Imam Ahmad reassured me again that he was quite confident that my family members were still alive but would not be for long if he didn't start the exorcism soon. Whatever relief I had gained from hearing about the earlier information had quickly vanished and this time I was perhaps more terrified. We reached my mate’s place and the Imam reminded me again that he was expecting my visit tomorrow.</div>
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Right now, I’m with Amelia, my best friend of close to six years. I’ve sort of filled her in on what’s going on but as she’s a staunch atheist, she’s trying to comprehend things logically. I guess I’ll leave it at for now and update as soon as I’ve caught up with Imam Ahmad.</div>
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UPDATE: Hi everyone, unfortunately things have taken a turn for the worse, particularly my little sister. I'm not sure for how long I won't be able to update because right now I'd like to focus all my attention towards this ongoing issue. I know I promised and ending regardless but please give me some time. Thank you and God bless all of you.<br />
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<br />Holy Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595821105352302177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334256948038807568.post-7250477619477008462018-12-28T06:35:00.002-08:002018-12-28T06:37:18.579-08:00Top 10 Tamil Films of 2018<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-size: medium;">We could not afford to watch every Tamil movie released in our small hometown in Malaysia. However, here is our very own list of films that we managed to catch at our local cinemas. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>15. Vishwaroopam 2 </b></span><br />
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Following the events of the first film, Wisam and his team leave New York for London to return their friend, Dawkins' body to his family. During this time, they learn of how terrorists are planning to blow sunken cesium weapons brought to the UK by American soldiers during the second World War to create a tsunami that will destroy London. Although Wisam manages to stop the terrorists, they manage to escape to India. Wisam is forced to return to his homeland and confront his past...</div>
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Following a meteor shower in Chennai, the Indian Space Research Organisation predicts an asteroid will hit India in less than a week. Army officers Swathi (Nivetha Pethuraj) and Raguram (Vincent Asokan) recruit Vasu (Jayam Ravi) and his friends, who are professional magicians and escape artists to break into a Chinese space station and steal an illegal nuclear missile that they can use to destroy the asteroid. Under the pretense of a satellite maintenance project, Vasu and his team are sent into space. However, Vasu receives an anonymous message warning him to sabotage the plan or else his son will die. To make things worse, the Chinese space station captain, Lee Wei (Aaron Aziz), is aware of the Indian space team's plans...</div>
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Rachana (Samantha Akkineni) is an aspiring journalist who is working on a story about the mysterious deaths of people across the city who are linked to a flyover in the city. She becomes convinced that someone is targeting motorists who move the concrete blocks that divide the road to avoid traffic by making a quick U-turn. She eventually learns that these motorists often do not place these blocks in their original position and this leads to many road accidents. As she investigates even further, she learns that all their deaths are linked but not in a way that she would have imagined...</div>
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Ram (Vijay Sethupathi) is a freelance photographer who is overcome by memories during an unplanned visit to his former high school. Through his class' social media group, he manages to arrange a reunion party in the city by inviting everyone who graduated in the year 1996. Ram's high school sweetheart, Janaki (Trisha Krishnan) shows up unexpectedly... </div>
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CBI officer Anjali (Nayanthara) was instrumental in the killing of Rudra (Anurag Kashyap), a serial killer who terrorized Bangalore when she was still a rookie. Years later, a copycat killer surfaces, claiming to be the real Rudra, whom Anjali failed to capture. Things become complicated when Krithika (Raashi Khanna), who is the girlfriend of Anjali's doctor brother, Arjun (Atharvaa) is abducted by what appears to be Rudra. When Anjali is suspended and kept under house arrest, Arjun decides to take matters into his own hands and tracks down Rudra, who reveals that Anjali has been harboring a dark secret for many years, one that will destroy her entire reputation... </div>
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Sekar (Attakathi Dinesh) is a carefree young man who works for his father Murugesan (Mayilsamy) who sells toddy without a license to their fellow villagers. One day, Murugesan is arrested by the police after the jealous bar owner, Selva (Dheena) makes a report against him. Sekar cannot avenge his father since Selva works for Parasuraman (Radha Ravi), the local corrupt politician. Desperate, Sekar decides to join politics himself to take down Selva. One night, someone tries to murder Selva and the entire village starts to suspect Sekar is behind it...</div>
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Naachiyaar (Jyothika), a no nonsense Chennai policewoman and her partner, Feroz (Rockline Venkatesh) save Arasi (Ivana), an underage rape victim from her uncle and his goons who try to force her to undertake an abortion. The prime suspect turns out to be Arasi's boyfriend, Kaathu (G.V. Prakash Kumar), who is sent to a juvenile home, where he is cared for by a warden. When a DNA test is conducted on Arasi's baby, the truth eventually exposes an elaborate underground network of rapists and enablers who prey on unsuspecting young girls from impoverished communities...<br />
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Kokila (Nayanthara) is an educated but timid young lady who is struggling to find a job to support her family. When her mother is diagnosed with lung cancer, a desperate Kokila convinces the local gangster to allow her to smuggle cocaine for him. She manages to fool the authorities with her naive appearance and successfully transports drugs across the city. When she tries to quit the business, the gangster threatens her to deliver one last consignment to his partner. However, this consignment is the largest she has ever transported. To complete the task, she recruits her own family and friends to help out...<br />
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Senapathi (Prakash Raj) is the mafia leader of the most powerful and influential crime family in Chennai. One morning, he and his wife Lakshmi (Jayasudha) are almost killed by assassins disguised as policemen. Senapathi suspects it must be the work of one of their three sons. Varadan (Arvind Swami), the hot-tempered and cold blooded eldest son is Senapathi's closest henchmen. Thyagu (Arun Vijay), the second son is the most educated and is expanding their families' businesses in the middle east. Ethi (Silambarasan) is the youngest and is estranged from his family while running an illegal weapons trading chain across Europe. The whole family show up in Chennai and old family rivalries begin to surface... </div>
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The film begins where the first movie ended. Dr. Vaseegaran (Rajnikanth) has dismantled Chitti (also Rajnikanth) and replaced him with Nila (Amy Jackson), a purely domestic humanoid robot to function as his assistant. However, Vasee and Nila are forced to reassemble Chitti following a mass hysteria in Chennai when smartphones around India are sucked into thin air. Vasee, Nila and Chitti trace the source of the phenomenon to the suicide of an elderly ornithologist, Pakshi Rajan (Akshay Kumar) who hanged himself from a cell tower in his own backyard. The cell tower's illegally sanctioned high radiation combined with Pakshi's negative aura energy produces an otherworldly entity that even Chitti cannot handle. When all hope is lost, a desperate Nila decides to revive an old rival from Vasee's past that once caused mass destruction to the city...</div>
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Arun (Vishnu Vishal) is a young police officer with aspirations to enter the film industry. A few days after he joins the service, young girls start disappearing and their bodies are found a few days later, brutally mutilated. Having intensively researched the likes of Jack the Ripper and the Zodiac Killer while writing his screenplays, Arun immediately recognizes this is the work of a psychotic serial killer. However, his superiors refuse to listen to him. Things take a turn for the worse when Arun's own niece goes missing...<br />
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Four gangsters assassinate their former mentor and leader at an empty restaurant in North Madras. Two of them surrender to the authorities while the remaining two continue to expand their business and influence across the city. The two in jail eventually feel betrayed by their partners in crime when they are not bailed out. In comes Anbu (Dhanush), a talented carrom player who gets into trouble for constantly getting in between gang fights. While it initially appears as if he is not interested in the rivalry between both prison gangs, a twist in fate reveals that there is more to him than meets the eye...<br />
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Michael (Sananth Reddy) and his four best friends are deaf and dumb orphans who were raised at a children's shelter after their families were killed in a mercury poisoning incident. As young adults, they return to the hill station they grew up in for a reunion. They unwittingly kill a man (Prabhu Deva) by and try to hide his body at the forest not too far from the site of the mercury poisoning. The following morning, they return to the forest to retrieve something from the body that might incriminate them. Instead, they find that the body is missing and they are then hunted by an otherworldly entity that brutally murders them one by one...</div>
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The impoverished people living in the slum of Dharavi in Mumbai are constantly ostracized by politicians, businessmen and gangsters alike. The only people who never fails to stand up for them is Kaala (Rajinikanth) and his family. However, Kaala is soon faced with a foe like no other in the form of Union Minister Hari Dhadha (Nana Patekar) and his goon Vishnu Bhai (Sampath Raj). Even the return of Kaala's highly educated and influential first wife, Zareena (Huma Qureshi) to Mumbai cannot stop Hari Dhadha. Following the assasination attempt on his life that kills his second wife, Selvi (Easwari Rao) and eldest son Selvam (Dileepan), Kaala tries out a new strategy to take down Hari Dhadha once and for all. But Hari Dhadha is always a few steps ahead...</div>
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Pariyerum Perumal (Kathir) comes from an oppressed community. At law school, he befriends Jothi (Anandhi), a naive girl from an upper caste. Jothi's cousin, Sankar (Lijesh), who goes to the same college as Pari and Jothi, disapproves of their friendship. When Jothi invites Pari to her home for her sister's wedding, the men in Jothi's family hatch a plan to teach Pari a lesson by establishing their caste superiority over him. Jothi's father leads Pari into a room to talk. When Sankar and his brothers break into the room, they strip Pari off his pride and dignity in a way that would change the young man's life forever...<br />
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Tamil films are not all Masala films. There are some pretty decent genre films, and horror is no exception. Here is a list of our top 10 in no particular order.</div>
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Bala and Priya are a young couple who get married despite the disapproval of the latter's father due to the history of mental illness in Priya's family. As soon as they move into their new home, Bala notices Priya behaving strangely. Desperate to help his wife, Bala turns to Solomon, a psychic and occult specialist. Unknown to anyone, Priya can mentally transport herself into another realm where she meets her dead mother and other women who died during miscarriage because of a vengeful spirit from the beginning of time who seeks to do more harm than Priya thinks...</div>
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Michael, a pizza delivery boy, is sent to a large bungalow on the outskirts of Chennai one night. The lady of the house invites Michael in and asks him to wait for a minute as she goes upstairs to get some change. Suddenly, the lights go off and Michael hears a loud noise from upstairs. He goes to check and finds the lady brutally murdered, with a slice of the pizza missing. When he tries to escape, he finds there is no way out and he is trapped all alone...</div>
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Apsara is a young single mother who is struggling to become an actress. She learns about a a new, unreleased horror film which is reportedly so scary that test audiences have gone hysterical halfway through watching it. The filmmakers organize a promotional contest that will reward half a million Rupees to anyone willing to watch their film alone from beginning to end. Desperate, Apsara takes up the challenge to make some quick cash and pay off her debts. However, she quickly realizes that this is no ordinary film when she cannot escape the theater hall...</div>
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Manohar and his extended family move into a new apartment, 13B, on the 13th floor of the building. The women in his family start watching a new soap opera on TV called 'Everyone is Well', which is also about a family moving into a new home. As days pass, they start to realise that the soap opera's story line is strikingly similar to their own life. Manohar finds a diary that reveals the apartment's terrifying past involving suicide, murder, a broken heart and much more...</div>
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Siddharth Soundaarajan is an upcoming violinist in Chennai, who becomes traumatized after he fails to save a teenage girl from dying in a road accident. To overcome his guilt, he drives around the city aimlessly to help those in need. However, he starts to realize that he is being haunted by an otherworldly entity. This leads him to investigate the death of the teenage girl and the cause of the accident, which leads him to a shocking revelation...</div>
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Senthil, and his wife Gangga move temporarily to his ancestral village for business. While there, he buys and lives in the infamous Vettaiyapuram palace. The palace is allegedly haunted by the vengeful spirit of a courtesan named Chandramukhi who used to serve the king who lived there over a hundred years ago. Gangga is fascinated by the legend while Senthil does not believe in superstition. However, things change when everyone in the palace start experiencing strange occurrences. Senthil then invites his foster brother, the psychiatrist Saravanan who is also an expert in the paranormal to help out. </div>
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Four friends decide to visit a reportedly haunted house called Demonte Colony one night. However, they find nothing spooky and return to their apartment. One of them had taken a necklace they found at the house in the hopes that they could sell it for money. Strange things start to happen and the four young men quickly discover that they cannot escape their apartment, nor can anyone outside hear their screams... </div>
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Krish and Lakshmi are a young newly wedded couple living a happy life in Srinagar. Things change when a wealthy family moves into the vacant house next door. The family's teenage daughter, Jenny develops a crush on the handsome Krish. Jenny slowly develops weird habits that worries both families. Things become worse when Jenny, who has never learned Chinese, starts to speak the language... </div>
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Five dumb and deaf friends have a reunion in the hill station they grew up in. On that night, they kill a man by accident and try to get rid of the body at the site of an old mercury factory to avoid getting arrested. The next morning, one of them discover they might have lost something that might incriminate them. They return to the burial site to retrieve the object but find that the body has gone missing. They then find themselves being chased by something that they cannot quite explain... </div>
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Jebin Jose is an inspiring novelist who learns that his late father had left him a large villa in Pondicherry in his will. Jebin and his artist girlfriend, Aarthi visit the villa, where they find some of his father's paintings. Jebin starts to suspect that his father could see the future when some of the events depicted in the paintings come true. However, he begins to get worried when he finds some other hidden paintings in the villa showing a man resembling him killing a girl that appears to be Aarthi... </div>
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Holy Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02595821105352302177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334256948038807568.post-21530865678133878292018-07-04T06:21:00.002-07:002018-07-04T06:21:42.504-07:00Westworld Timeline Explained in Chronological Order<div style="text-align: justify;">
Season 1 establishes a pre-Westworld period where Ford and Arnold were building the first hosts, including Dolores. Once Dolores was completed, Arnold held secret sessions with her to give her consciousness. He ultimately arranged for her to kill him. In Season 2, Akecheta finds Arnold's dead body and somehow starts to achieve consciousness too. After that, the park officials reprogram him and his once peaceful tribe into the violent Ghost Nation. </div>
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After Arnold's death, Ford used data on Arnold to build a host version of him with Dolores' help. Ford names this host Bernard. This must have taken place years later since all the old employees were gone and nobody recognized Bernard's resemblance to Arnold. </div>
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Around the same time, the Westworld park officially opens. Future brother-in-laws William and Logan visit the park where they go through an adventure that changes their lives. Season 1 heavily revolves around William's time in the park with Logan where he meets Dolores, falls in love with her and ultimately turns to the dark side. He also abandons Logan after their falling out. In Season 2, Akecheta finds Logan and first learns of a door to another world, which further awakens his consciousness. </div>
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In Season 2, William revisits the park with his boss and future father-in-law, James Delos. William proposes that Delos buy the park and use it as a way to extract psychological data on the guests, to which Delos approves. William then marries Delos' daughter and Logan's sister, Juliet, who then gives birth to their daughter, Emily. Then, Delos becomes terminally ill and disowns Logan. Meanwhile, William creates a host version of his father-in-law and begins fidelity experiments. A few years later, Delos dies due to his illness, his wife dies because of a stroke, and Logan dies because of a drug overdose. William also visits the park several times to meet up with Dolores as he oversees the early stages of a secret project's construction there. </div>
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During this time, Akecheta is found by the park's staff who are surprised to learn that he has not died in almost a decade, which means he has never been upgraded during that time. They bring him back to their headquarters, where Akecheta learns the truth about his reality and achieves consciousness. Once he is sent back into the park, he begins to spread the truth by hiding the maze symbol under other hosts' scalps. </div>
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Years after Delos' death, William meets with his father-in-law's host version who thinks he is the real Delos. William reveals that he is just a host and the real human version of himself is dead. William takes over the Delos' company after Juliet becomes an alcoholic and he runs the family business for many years. As the years pass, he becomes increasingly obsessed with the park. He does not pay attention to Juliet's worsening addiction and she eventually commits suicide. He then returns to the park as an old man viewers call The Man in Black as we are first shown in Season 1. </div>
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At this point, viewers are still unaware that The Man in Black is actually an older version of William since the series is told in a nonlinear fashion. William goes on a killing spree in order to uncover the truth behind the Maze, which is a puzzle that Ford has incorporated into the park's programme. As The Man in Black, William terrorizes many of the hosts, including Maeve when she was a homesteader and her daughter. He also teams up with some hosts like Teddy and Lawrence to uncover the Maze. </div>
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Meanwhile, Maeve is reprogrammed as a madam at a brothel in the park where she befriend a fellow prostitute host named Clementine. She slowly gains consciousness and makes an unlikely friendship with two body shop staff members, Felix Lutz and Sylvester. At the same time, behaviorist staff member Elsie Hughes and the security head Ashley Stubbs start to notice something strange is going on at the park. Even narrative designer Lee Sizemore becomes upset with Ford who rejects his new story line ideas. </div>
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Eventually, Delos senior managers Theresa Cullen and Charlotte Hale begin to suspect Ford is up to something. Theresa has Bernard take her to Ford s secret lab at the park where they find Ford, who reveals Bernard is actually a host. Ford then orders Bernard to kill Theresa to keep his plans a secret. Ford and Bernard then attend a gala night at the park where Charlotte and many other officials are present. At this point, Dolores, who has achieved full consciousness, kills Ford. Many other hosts who are under Dolores' command start to massacre the guests at the gala. </div>
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At the start of Season 2, we are shown how Charlotte, Bernard and a few others manage to escape but their group splits up. Bernard ends up with Elsie and they both discover how Delos has been collecting psychological data on the park's guests all along. At the same time, Dolores teams up with Teddy and a few other hosts to escape the park. But first, she tries to find Abernathy, the host that played her father for many years. It so happens that Charlotte and her men are also after Abernathy as there is important data hidden inside him that Delos needs. </div>
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Around the same time, Maeve and two other hosts, Hector and Armitage team up to find her host daughter from her previous programme. They capture Lee, Felix and Slyvester who they force to travel with them. Somehow, this team of six end up in Shogun world, a feudal Japanese theme park next to Westword. This is where Maeve realizes she can non-verbally control other hosts' actions. </div>
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While this is all going on, a grown up Emily is at Raj world, a British Raj theme park near Westworld and Shogun world. She escapes the awakened hosts there and finds herself in Westworld where she meets her own father. However, William is convinced she is just a host version that Ford set up to trick him and kills her before realizing the truth. Meanwhile, team Dolores confronts team Charlotte at the Mesa headquarters where Dolores steals the encryption key extracted from Abernathy before escaping. </div>
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At this point, all the hosts are aware of the secret virtual reality project Ford was building all these years called The Forge or The Valley Beyond build by Ford. Team Maeve and team Akecheta all converge at the area to step through into the other world. However, Dolores is convinced this is another gilded cage build by the humans to keep her kind enslaved and tries to shut in down from the Mesa headquarters. Bernard kills her before she can do it before he witnesses Charlotte murdering Elsie to keep Delos' plans a secret. Bernard realizes that Charlotte cannot leave the park alive. He quickly creates a host version of Charlotte and places Dolores' code inside it. Dolores, now a Charlotte host, kills the real Charlotte. </div>
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While the Dolores pretends to be Charlotte, Bernard scrambles his own memory to avoid the other Delos staff from finding out the truth. He then leaves himself at the beach next to the lake where all the bodies of the hosts who have stepped into the The Forge are seen floating. Fake Charlotte, Bernard and the Delos men travel to Mesa to send out the data they have obtained to the outside world via satellite. Fake Charlotte reveals herself to be Dolores in disguise and kills all the men. She then sends out the data to an unknown location. She then kills Bernard, but not before taking away his code. </div>
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Dolores finally escapes the park by disguising as Charlotte, but not before she has a strange conversation with Stubbs. In the real world, she finds another another one of Ford's and Arnold's secret labs where she recreates her original body and implants her own code into it. She makes the fake Charlotte a host of her original self and recreates another Bernard with his original code. Together, Dolores, Bernard and fake Charlotte plan their next move in the outside world. </div>
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