Journey to the Cradle of my lineage

I have always awed at the practice of maintaining a Family Tree which each family boasts from countries across Europe would boast to preserve. The lineage of few extending ever since the Stuarts of England till date, simply goes to show how important they felt about documenting their past or I should

say Present.

I would not say that it is something new down here. We have our own share of history preserved through the granite writings, which sadly is mercilessly being sand blasted away in the name of temple renovations. Of the lucky few temples which had their share of lime light and recorded writings, for once the writing on the wall lived its purpose, passing the records, traveling through time.

Except for the esteemed monarchy which built the Granite marvels and the dynasties to follow which had access to these walls or bandwidth to erect their own marvels, the commoners have been in the dark, with no possibility to back trace the family trees beyond a maximum 3 generations.

The Experience

What I am about to share is a travel, back in time, literally. As tales passed by word of mouth in our family goes, we do not belong to the present place we live in. The place I am referring to is Magudanchavadi, A little village near Salem (approximately 15 Km from Urban limits). Our roots run across for more than a 100 kilometers, and reaches deep down the once Chola Stronghold, to Kandhalur, near a Trichy Suburb.

It was a regular morning except that I was crippled on my right knee cap with a ligament twist, thanks to a sudden brake from one of the enlightened Bus drivers in Chennai. But, excitement struck me as my Dad told that he was visiting the place alongside my grandpa. Since the travel was through our car, I did not feel the impact of not being comfortable to walk.

After a short but heavy breakfast in one of the authentic hotels, which is the worst on a scale for aesthetics and exactly opposite when it comes to taste, we took our ride back in time, Literally.

The buildings start shrinking along with the roads. The gaps start eating the buildings and in no time, they emerge victorious and I am left with clay. Cracked and luckily not baked under the summer sun and the out of the blue tree with the leaves sprouting on either side of the roads add to the undulation.

We pass through an unmanned railway crossing, the scene reminding me of cow boy classics. Come aadi (a Tamil month) and the wind speeds pick up and we see sand rising in swirls reminding me of the mummy. Well, as a kid I would have expected Arnold Vosloo’s mouth widen out of proportion of his face in the swirls. But, approaching 30’s all I could do looking at it was think of Vortex.

Out of no where, a stone compound grows sky high or should I say high enough to make any one feel acrophobic. The Heavy Alloy Penetrator Project which the compound guards is an example of the slow and steady pace with which our democracy is teething herself.

We reach Kandhalur and find that not a lot has changed in the 20 years since I started visiting the place. We go to meet the village leaders. Grandpa discusses a few points on our new temple construction and off we are, on the no road, no directions land with my Logan.

The land mass was flat, but confusingly featureless. Thanks to IT parks tags for Tier II and Tier III cities by the state government, even the remotest parts of Trichy are getting facelifts and eagerly await real estate customers. Except for a couple of tractors toiling the land mass flat, I find literally nothing around but metamorphic rocks spilled all around.

The Deity's

All of a sudden there appears an island of structure in this ever expanding landscape. Yes, it was where my grandpa and our Pangaali’s (brotherhood) as we call have built a simple temple structure with some prehistoric idols.

There, it all begins. I have not noted the historic importance of these deity’s before now. As I see them, I am astonished to find a Mahaveera statue amidst a couple more. This should be a minimum 400 year old statue or my guess, even older since Jainism was literally wiped out much earlier than that at least in TamilNadu.

I only managed to laugh inside because most Tamil dynasties other than the pallavas have only evangelized Hinduism. A lot of them even went to an extent of defending it with their lives on the line. And come today, us, probably the descendants of the same set of rulers, are worshipping them. True it is. Time tills on priorities.

The next deity is the Lord of Death, The taker of Life, Lord Shiva. As Hinduism goes, God is every where and is in every form. Shiva Linga as the word goes has different forms. Thiruppattur, a tiny little village near Trichy, identifies itself to be a museum of different versions of the form of Lingam.

The differentiation is based on

1. The Base to Lingam proportion,
2. The shape of the Lingam and
3. The height and diameter of the Lingam

This diversity of the lingam itself is reminiscent of Hindu belief of giving an earthly element and shape to God.

This lingam before whom I Stand is different. It is not by birth from granite quarry, a lingam. A little different from the other lingams I have seen, the Lingam was Cuboid.

Grandpa had to pit in to explain. The lingam is actually one wheel of the chariot with the spindle held as a part of the wheel itself.

The heaviness of the wheel simply personifies the robustness of the design, which owing to the geography where it was found, was very much a battle victim a few hundreds of years ago. Yes, even then, it would have been the cause of death, and later becomes the Lord of Death.

I curiously asked the story behind why we had to move from the heartland of Cauvery Delta, being the vellalas(Old time landlords mainly into farming), to a place as dry as Magudanchavadi which was a no river land with rain being the only quencher of thirst.

It was like lightening strike on your forehead. The jolt was too eerie. I did not know that it could happen. A minority caste by number, we were into farming full time, at Kandalur a few hundreds of years ago (300+ years to be more precise), we were economically independent but a socially inclined society. The rule of the land was shared amongst a few other groups. Times were then too cruel to have had the modern concepts of socialism or equality. People died or killed, to bring pride to the groups they belonged.

The 7 families

So was the group of 7 families who resided there then. The case was an inter caste marriage proposal done from one other caste into ours. Being the bearers of the girl, at a time when such proposal was deemed disrespectful, the group took a decision which even now sends shock down my spine.

Not willing to proceed with this, the group moved out. The 7 families, move to Salem, leaving behind their land, gold and everything they had owned for the hundreds of years.

The Heart Stopper

But the list does not stop there. The committed, till date what I consider a gruesome murder. Yes , they buried the girl alive!!! And moved.

Till date, we have representatives of the Kandalooraan families (6. 1 family died off) living in Magudanchavadi. We get together whenever there is a festivity in our family Deity’s temple. We have other migrants of the same caste who migrated almost at the same time, but more in search of better prospects of labor. They include Vengooraan (near Trichy), Seeyaathamangaiaam (A village near Tanjore) and so on.

On hearing this story, I could not have any other expression other than hatred for the deeds. My grandpa shares the same feeling on this. He then shows me the third deity, which is different and has a distorted form. I ask him of who that Goddess is. Yes, it is her, our Matriarch who saved our clan by sacrificing herself, Even though my choice of words would be different if it were any time in our modern times. She has died and still continues to live as our deity.

Heavy hearted, I bow my head and close my eyes in absolute concentration and pray for her, to her. “Mother, cleanse us of the sins our ancestors committed. Bless us”. Our way of thanking her is to have come back after 350 years and built her a temple and pass through word of mouth and blogs J about her legacy. She lives as our Goddess.

My Experiments with Leadership

Leader:
A glance at this word makes many mistake it for a noun. Well, most dwell in it not liking to shake it off. To me, a person proved it a verb. Yes. It cannot be noun.

I have had my share of being a leader for the noun's sake. Not a short stint, but through my schooling. Times were then that the qualification for being a leader was only raking up a top rank in the class and sustaining it. Right there, the system makes us learn wrong pointers imbibing a feel of exclusivity.

A Confused leader is one who clearly thinks in line with the previous paragraph. Well, to him, he is right. No one can change this. The right word then , for the proceedings mainly aimed at injecting methods and practices from his rule book, cannot be leadership. The term I would like to propose is micro management.

The worst a leader would do is wanting to inspire people. It just shows the inadequate exposure they would have had to the 5000 year recorded history our culture boasts with a never ending list of inspirers.

A leader lives and lets others peep into his professional life for instances where we can pick his displaying of leadership. Also a leader believes that people under him are under him by choice and not by chance.

A universal definition of Leadership is too varsatile to prove some individual wrong. A leader is a good contributor to one's psychological wellness. He understands the biosphere of his subordinates and becomes a part of it and does not stand out and complain. He fine tunes every aspect of his lower rung cadres acting as the compass showing them the right directions.

To him a road map is the first and most important document, mainly driven by the corporate goals, which intertwine with the road maps his subordinates need.

A leader understands that he can provide a pep talk flavor to his speech and that only this wont run the show. So he ultimately becomes a coach than a boss. But he also understands that on field all that counts are the players and he takes stock of every member's performance. Not to discourage but to provide facts with his opinion, driving self retrospecting and self driven loyalty.
It is the leader who runs a show as controlled or as chaotic like the juggernaut. A leader contains his emotions for better occasions and exemplifies professionalism with every breath.

Idealising any, is a recipie for disaster. But the ideologies picked from people with proven, tangible track records chistle us as we proceed up the corporate ladder.

I have my share of a leader's Ideologies which I believe I picked from one single person - PapaRao.

Well, Calling names can be a little disturbing for a topic like leadership. But for a positive reason, I believe I am allowed to do so.

How many people during the hay days made career decisions based on the leadership content of companies? Ask my present company and they will spell out the career decision owing to a few minutes of discussion they had with this person.

It speaks volumes of Paparao's convincing skills. Well, is it so? A Big No. It speaks volumes of the true commitment he provides in ensuring our bright career.
1.Unconditional Commitment to subordinates' overall good.
A leader is some one who does not believe just in himself and credits himself in all occasions.
Well, consider this guy. In the 1+ years, I have never seen this person provide instances porting him into a "I am God and be my follower"- mode.
2. Ultimate belief in the subordinates, which contributes to a self driven commitment from the subordinates.
He who has a close followup of his subordinates progress, ultimately starting them from ground zero and devising individual career graphs complete with close follow up, all in the back end, is a leader.
3. Commitments made Delivered. He who strives to justify our choice.
Imbibing the leadership skills by pointing his, indirectly, providing us the vision and giving us a free hand in deciding the way. The goals are our only visibility and the path we take is all ours.
An instance which I believe to be the most impressive is when I was given a task, which involved taking responsibility, the only point delivered to us was - "You are responsible for their careers".
4. Providing gaugeable, implementable goals which can end up with tangible results and making clear their expectations - In other words - meaning business the acceptable way.
Leaders are from grass roots too. To not grow more means disaster. Picking people at all levels and providing them a bandwidth to improve/hone their skillset as leaders at their level is his regular practise.
5. Bringing up Successors at all levels to fill the vaccum if created is an important art in the leadership. He does that.
A Leader never calls himself a leader or coins the words like "Leader", "Management","Leadership", "I", "you"etc., in public forums. He uses "We"and "Us". To him, at his level, every one below him are same as he is. Any reference to "Them" or "Leadership" is for those above him. Paparao is so.
6. A leader treats all like himself.
A leader does not sit on all the technical problems the lower rung has. He gives the element of advice which will allow them to face other problems themselves and not sit on their problem and claim victory over solving their problem.
7. A leader imparts in improving the technical bandwidth of the subordinates.

Well, the list may be never ending.
If looking at him for a year gave me these many points to learn, he has served his purpose as a leader.
As a final note, a bookish leader can only be as good as the vocabulary in his book. This guy is not such one.
A leader is some person, who also inspires someone to write a blog on him. Well, in that sense, I have seen and got inspired by one leader, without him trying to be so. Yes, Hats off Papa Rao. May your career inspire many more people.

Scooby Doo

PET
A family in my view is incomplete without a pet. A pet is just a nomenclature bestowed upon the miracle remedy for stress. We had one. One which made my life and my family's remember the patch of green in our stretch. 

The name is scooby. My best friend for a reason. He never says no to my hugs, songs, guess what anything in my domain of torture :-) . 

The Instance of Thought

It all started with my pal Karthik wanting to bring home his second pup, having just lost his first one. Decisions important in life are just a bookmark of destiny. Mine was too. The thought to get my own pup made me so anxious. Picking him was instantaneous. A choice was never so easy for me. 

Operation Scooby Doo

All this with a couple of my family members hypo allergic to the thought and just that. When I started counting the money i had saved for no reason from previous year's festivities, running short of hitting the mark was obvious. 800 bucks was a big thing for a 11th standard school guy. 

I had just sneaked into my mom's purse a day earlier with a successful hunt for a 30 bucks.

A girl in a family is always a good source of financing, especially the youngest. I was lucky enough to have one avtar, my Sister. 

The 200 odd bucks were in in no time.

Step 2, how do you bring in this new member without even informing the pillars of the family? 

The old trick up the sleeve was to turn to stubbornness. Ofcourse, with the confidence that no one would say no to a cute thing like Scooby.

Step 3, when is the auspicious time of entry? It is always better to bring the merchandise in during the absence of vigil than to repent and reason in their presence. 

A day when my mom would move out to the temple was chosen. I dont know whether i could ascertain my plan and execute it better than the way I executed "Operation Scooby Doo".

My mother came back home to be greeted by a small white ball with legs. A first glance will always make people mistake it for a doll. This gets followed by the surprises and shrills for people hosting a pet at home first time. 

I had guessed it right. The reason to fight to have him in vanished at that instance. Still, the animal thing kept my mom and my cousin Jaggu away from the pup for some time. 

My First Home

A small house with big hearted people was my home then. It was called the "Saravana Illam". It was a two level building. Watching scooby run up and down the narrow cement stairs was a pleasure and delight. 

A dog was my fascination and my grandma's nightmare. Not because she had a phobia, but the possible diseases list that the pet brings along. I first resorted to a government vetenary hospital. 

The Distemper and Rabbies Vaccinations in his thigh and my handling placing his neck on my shoulders, affirming him comfort and safety only bonded us more. 

He helped me discover motherhood when i regularly fed him daily doses of tonics for Calcium and Liver functioning.  Probably only thing i regularly did for a long time, next to sleeping.

Back at home, the saturday activity for the whole family was to bath this little rascal. Pronounce "Scoobo Kulikkalama" meaning "Scooby take bath", he reaches the furthest corners beneath the cot or he simply locks his legs and displays his protest to this anti diplomatic procedure. 

Taking bath is an assurance for his ration of special biscuits and chocolates at the end of his torment. So he focuses on reaping the results and that is when you get to shake hands with him, his gentle posture to clean his foot. Reach back to his butt and he gets uncomfortable. May be a soft spot for him. 

Atleast twice, he makes sure you get wet by shaking his whole body vigorusly . Then up he goes to the terrace. Two towels and some fun. Me at one end and his teeth at the other, we flux our muscles in snatching the towel for ourselves. Aggression is a split personality of this guy only seen during this. The result, new towels once every couple of months. 

The combing operation on his long white attractive hair starts with lot of pit stops. Pet Maintanance was a new thing we were learning at home. 

My Experiments with Scooby

I had my share of the "Thirupathi velai" - a term coined based on the barbers at Tirupati who tonsure but not perfectly.  It was peak summer and Trichy being a pretty hot and dry place, made us decide over giving scooby a trim.

Beauty is skin deep. Ya, I scaled it totally. Scooby was skin exposed. But only on one side. Sincerely that is one of the worst things i have done on Scooby. But poor fellow, never complained. Coz, for him i was the god father. 

Through all these, with me was my friend Sathya aka Sathiyamoorthy. He mentored scooby to climb my TVS XL super with rear legs on the rubber mat and the forelegs on the Gas tank. 

Till date, it was my pride to take scooby with me on my rides. 

People say love is blind. Love at times also is left unexpressed. The day was a week end. I, as usual had took scooby and left without informing, to my pal Karthik's. I was surprised to learn after coming back that my grandma, who till date never touched the poor guy had combed the whole of beemanagar to find him.    

Kiruba the Idiot

Then came my worst of moves. One for which till date, as a matured marriage ready bachelor, i repent. I took scooby to the Govt. Vetenary Hospital and sterilized him. The sedation he had and the after days till now,  make me feel for it. Every time scooby barks at a passer by dog, it only interprets me to be scooby's anger to the teasings by the strays of his potency. My advice to the reader is, Please do not snatch what is his right to reproduce. 

I still laugh at the artificial insemination done on the cows that we rear at Salem in my farm house. It makes no sense. Is the animal not worth its share of pleasure? May be a Planet of Apes thing if happens and we are considered as lowly, our view may change. I should wait till I have my say on such a thing. 

Scooby was never the same again. He grew more agile and he would show aggresion more often and so on. That was when we planned and started building our new home at Srirangam. We did our house warming by 2000 but were in it only by 2001. I still remember the rage i was in when my dad denied access to Scooby since a cow entering home was auspicious and a must. I had to leave scooby Home alone at Beemanagar For the first time. I remember angrily taking scooby in an Auto rickshaw from Srirangam to Beemanagar and putting him in and coming out, all when he watched me in despair, possibly thinking that we are dumping him and moving on. People overrun their love and affection for the sake of a few procedures, which are supposed to make us feel better, but often working opposite. 

In the mean time, our Malaysia trips to visit Dad were of big concern. A Two month seperation did not affect us too much with the things we had in store at Malaysia. But, it did affect this little fellow. 

Every year, we would come back to see a skinny sad guy who was different from what he was, when we left. Reason, atleast he felt the seperation. 

Move to Srirangam

The Next thing was, Scooby had a bigger home ,a compound to mark his territory , without his  scent, but later, to sustain under competition, he regularly did mark our home with his scent. 

We had moved up the financial ladder and the exposure limit and scooby switched from the regular diet of rice and milk to pedigree. 

The one new person who got added to scooby's healthy life was Dr. Loganathan. Scooby, never went to a doctor again. Coz, he came down to take care of Scooby. He had regular visits. We have never gone beyond allopathy for our sake. Guess what, Scooby was first in our home to take Homeopathy. Thanks to the doc. 

The first big loss I had in my life was my Grandfather Mr. Kandasamy. He had politely lived his life and left us with a huge dent. He always wanted to see us in the big house and unfortunately never got his chance to do that. Scooby starred at the Ice box with no idea. He then matched the ice box with point of no return. He too in his own way gave his salutations to my Grandma when she took her turn in the ice box. 

Me to Bangalore

Life moved smoothly then. I did the soul search and landed in a mediocre job with a mediocre salary at Bangalore and a fortnight was the maximum time i was away from Trichy. As days passed, my Dad went West to the OPEC's and my sister got her M.Tech seat in Chennai. 

My Brother

Being alone is one thing good for soul search. Being alone is also one huge reason for people turning insane. Especially for those who never stayed seperate. My mom was undergoing that phase in my second year of work at bangalore. We had just lost our grandma. The only member besides mom at our home.  

We were scattered with no immediate possibility of gelling together. 

My mom was alone. I feared the worst. She will drain the will to live without her mom who was her soul support. But i learnt in a month's time that it wasn't so. 

What is the duty of a son? Giving money? my Dad, from his rags has reached riches that i am a dummy at home, for which i am proud of.

Giving unconditional love? That sounds familiar. But with limited talk time under the STD Corporate scheme of the blood sucking Cellular service provider and the work pressure, i could limit the so called Unconditional love to my mom to just a few minutes every day. 

Then came the enlightment of the reason for my mom's happiness. There was another guy in my place showering her unconditional love. Cuddling her every morning, eating with her, keep driving her to a walk or to bath him or to brush his hair, etc., Yes. For the first time, I realized that my mom can be without me or my sister. She had her son in the form of this fox bred german Terrier, evolved to be polite and handsome. 

Yes, This is when i realized he is a brother to me. 

Then came the Logan

We kept leaping up the ladder and it was time for our next big buy. A car. A Logan buzzed all our minds and so it was. An entry level sedan for the first car buyer, My dad. 

Scooby found himself comfortable in the rear seat, with only the window as his option. He would cuddle in my mom's lap and rest for a while before snacking on the murukku and biscuits and the duty free chocolates my dad brings. Then up he sits watching the road as though he has to blog it that evening. 

His Decline

Long journeys would usually be filled with breaks in some motels or dhaba's. We take turns since he is not the same in the eye of the hotel owner. He will be assured a scoop of icecream before getting back on track. 

Scooby started getting older. We did not take long time to realize that. He developed respiratory problems. 

We, for one time in our life had an opportunity to stay together as family again. I grabbed it and joined a company at Chennai. Dad, now a freelance consultant simply based himself out of chennai. And miraculously, here we are in chennai all five of us. But not for long.

A dog's Lifespan is 10 Years. Anything more is luck. We , under given living conditions predicted a healthy two digit for this guy. Man proposes, God.....

I,  for the first time, went to the land of opportunities. for a training for 90 days. He was there to send me off. I told him one last thing. "Hey you stay alive till I come back".

It was 3'O clock in the early morning. I am a deep sleeper. I dont often wake up from sleep. I did then. It was scooby. He Kept running away from me. The dream was so real.

Then i controlled my anxiety and pulled back my bed sheet. Only to be awakened by the ring of the phone by 4 AM. It was a broken voice. The emotion was so. My sister said "Scooby is no more." The time was 1:30 PM when he died. "3:00AM US CT - 1: 30 PM IST". 

He had made sure he survived the travel to Trichy. He covered each square feet of my home. The whole compound. Finally, rested for ever in his favourite place. His eyes were closed only when my sister returned from her university exams. 

I was surprised to know that my dad cried a couple of days after scooby left us. He is emotionally strong. Only till then. I cried for the next couple of days. First time for me, US was insignificant and I longed to be in Chennai. 

Now he rests, in our garden, under the shades of our garden. Manuring the trees. He still wets our cornea once in a while.

He paid me his visit. I dont beleive in ghosts or demons. But, on angels, Yes. Especially this one. 

His back scratching on my pillow when i lie on floor watching TV to pat him,

His invites every evening at home, mainly to get his share of my snacks,

His love to me despite me ruining his life,

His travel experiences to beaches, boat rides etc., etc.,

His hair, flying all around even now,

His ear wax, which i used to clean,

His anger communication to piss in the sofa when angry on us,

His dignity not to eat marie biscuit and to eat only good day/ cream biscuit,

The tip of iceberg is here. I cannot express how important he is in our lives. 

Scooby is a good brother and he has always made our lives so good. 

No other dog can replace his place. This blog is just a sample of my part of the story.

Hope all get a chance to live the life we lived with a brother like scooby.

Scooby - May your soul rest in peace.

- Kirubakaran Velswamy

 

 

   

Satyam Movie

Satyam -- The Much awaited and published venture as yet for Vishal. Well, other than the Six pack that he has chiseled, the bluntness in chiseling the rest of the production is transparent.

Be it mocking other police Hero's (Porukki illa police - Saamy, 50 rupees bullet - Kaaka Kaaka) punch dialogs, or the songs which are not meant to be, The director has done too much of injustice to the effort and the excellence that the technicians have put in. It goes to show how he promotes the hero more than concentrating on a better movie.

Editing is like a run in the jungle. But it is to be clarified of whether the screenplay edited the editor.

Without further delay, the story line goes like this. A Cop who is fueled by the inspirational character of a small town police inspector from his childhood adorns the khaki and becomes the ACP.

A Cop with a difference, to use point blank questionnaire in tackling the criminals to become approvers and serving justice even to the criminals, one fine day ends up investigating the case to find the killer of two ministers.

More of a split personality where in the morning he investigates, serves the minister who gets killed under his surveillance, and when returning home, prefers to visit turkey and other exotic locations with a bikini competing attired Nayan Thara and relaxes himself under her shade.

And so moves the story with one shadow, killing ministers. The whole scenario of the killing is shown as a race for the hot seat with the CM terminally ill. One close ally of the CM who stage manages these killings, later finds that it is afterall not he who succeeded. The shadow reveals itself to be Upendra, the only consolation for the audience in the movie.

This Star from Kannada industry proves that he is the way forward for his industry. Excellent in the role that he played, he shows lot of maturity and added lot of manliness to the story line.

Then Vishal learns that this real life hero of Vishal became what he is today to save democracy from the corrupt leaders. Vishal challenges Upendra that he will make democracy live and tries proving that by arresting a close ally of the police minister.

He ends up losing his mother and gets locked in the cell opposite Upendra's. Then he escapes the jail with ease, finds two pistols fully loaded and starts the horror.

Yes, the comedy track of the movie is completely concentrated to the last 10 minutes. I dont know why directors keep revisiting the 80's to try and talk their way to heavenliness. It is ridiculous to see a tonsured vishal (reminds of an extra from the chain clad vikram scene of Sethu). Even though the script needed him to do something different, it could have been a better one. This really let him down.

And finally , as in all good hero movies, justice is served, all the police get baptized, the state salutes him.

The Final Verdict :

Goodies:
1. Vishal's dedication in chiseling his body. especially the six pack, even though looks less professional compared to Surya's.
2.The music score from Harris Jayaraj. Especially the songs and the heavy sax background score on Vishal's intro.
3.Nayan Tara's up close scenes with Vishal (was that actually a candid camera or something?).
4.Upendra


Let Downers:
1. Vishal - He needs to throw in more work on his voice.
2. It was like looking at a Telugu movie since even most close faced shots were just taken in telugu and simply dubbed in Tamil.
3. The car chase sequence - People are not dumb to look at animation and accept that for a CG. efforts put in by Kamal Hassan and others should be revisited and more refinement should be brought in in linking the CG and Real life shots.
4. The biggest of all - Direction -- this is a perfect example of what can pull you down even if you had a very good story line. Screenplay, song placement, intensity of Upendra's family background- all these were let down.


Result : Satyam - a movie where Vishal and Nayan got a chance to know each other up close.
Rating : *....

Kirukkalgal

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