KO - ??

It is a movie that i have been wanting to watch for a while. That in itself is quite a rarity becase it is not often that I want to watch a tamil movie. Now I am not a movie buff, I cant even write a review where I can talk about camera angles and lighting and all that. Half the time, I cant even make out the difference between the usage in the different movies. It all looks the same to me, that is how amateurish I am.

So then why do i say KO is worth a watch. (Wait! Why is this movie called KO? Yikes, have no idea). The movie is not the realistic kind if that's what you are looking for. But it is different, largely different from the run of the mill movies that Tamil directors usually make. Still, it has the unmistakable Tamil flavour to it, you get a strong whiff of it when you see the hero wheeling in the middle of the road to take pictures of thieves and then zooms ahead doing all kinds of stunts on his bike on a super busy road in the city. The concept of the movie is good, but one gets the feeling that the hero has it too easy With the henchmen, with the naxals, with the news he makes and everything.

If I had to talk about the actors, I'd say Jiva has a done a neat job. The story is what is handed over to him, so we cannot really pin the balme on him for anything on that part. He actualy plays his part with finesse. Jiva has really grown as an actor over the past few years and his performance is to be lauded. The 2 heroines, for once have a decent role to play in the movie. Both of them look good and also play their part well. So much has been hyped about the climax being something that you totally don't expect. And in a way this hype sort of makes you realise where exactly the movie is going by the time you get through half the movie. So that was like a spoiler. Otherwise, a good attempt by everyone and definitely worth watching atleast once...

Yes, she was not my best friend

We were never best friends, and probably will never be. But she was there for me when nobody else was. She cared when nobody else had time to spare a thought for me. I have acknowledged the role that many people played in my life so far, I missed out on this one. I never got a chance to thank her for all that she did for me, for being my guide, my strength. She was there to hold my back every time i fell, to lend a shoulder every time i cried. To accept me with all the faults that I was made of. Yes, she was not my best friend, she was a true friend.

We have fought a million times, I tore apart books, yelled at her, maybe even hit her and gotten hit too. She has annoyed me to no extent sometimes, I have wished for days when I would be alone without her constant presence and sweet talk. Now my wish has come true. I dont get to see that cheerful, encouraging face every morning. Now i miss it. I miss not sharing my chips. I miss fighting over that last spoon of noodles, I miss her opinion on everything. Yes, she was not my best friend, she was the sister I never had.

I may have not told her everything about my life, but that's who I am. I can't always confide in people. Sometimes, its my strength, sometimes its my weakness. Here, its more the latter. She knew that I had secrets. And it may have hurt her. But she did not show it. She had her dreams of how she wanted her relationships with friends to blossom, ours was never what she dreamt of. But she never walked off. She helped me through every difficult phase that I've seen, sometimes even without knowing the reason behind why I was upset or doing badly.Yes, she was not my best friend, she saved my soul.

Now that I sit back and think about the wonderful times that we shared, I realise what an important person she was in my life. I will never forget that calm, creative, cheerful person that she was. Whenever you read this, I hope you understand that it is dedicated to you and the wonder that you are. I miss you and I want to say thank you for all that you have done for me. I owe you big time. Mwah!

WEIRDNESS

How weird this life is,

When things that ought to have brought much joy,

have actually brought nothing but pain to her.

The tears wouldn't stop flowing,

no matter how hard she tried.

That very familiar feeling was back,

The one that would chase away all

happiness, leaving nothing but a deep pit of despair.

The one that suffocated and addled her brain.

The little happy world she built around her

crumbled slowly while she watched.

No, she didn't just watch, she tried to stop it

But like sand through her palms,

the harder she tried to hold on, the faster it slipped.

She wanted to give up, she had seen enough,

the battle just got more ferocious inside her head.

But each time, something held her back.

That little bit of faith from deep inside

told her to hang in there, that good times were due

'They may be a rarity now, but it wont be the case forever',

she told herself, again and again as she waited..

To be contd