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This is a snap from the movie Billa 07 (Ajith, Namitha, Nayan), a remake of the classic Rajini starer Billa. Billa itself is a remake of Big B's Don (again, remade starring Shah Rukh Khan which came out last year). The songs for Billa 07 are average, and the movie is mostly shot in Malaysia (just like Don). Somehow I think it's going to bomb...but hey, it's Ajith as Billa and Rajini gave his blessing and Namitha...enough to distract Tamil movie fans from 'street protests'. Come to think of it, if we had some police women commando like Nayantara (pic above)* I will go for any street protest! BTW, please read the plot in Billa 07 wiki, you're going to love it. My advice is, watch this movie, then watch Shah Rukhs Don and realize the real babes are in the Hindi Don, and then to cleanse yourself, watch Rajini's Billa. And have some Southern Comfort at it to sleep it all off.

* Lucky woman, to be standing on a police patrol car like that...wonder how much they pa…

At the height of stupidity

Probably you have read this;British 'teddy' Teacher in Sudan Court. It's not a joke, it's another stupid attempt by fundamental religious bastards to deny a persons basic freedom of expression. What's worst, this is so illogical, how could naming a toy with a prophets name be blasphemous when there are millions of humans out there with the same name? Why don't they gather them and put them in jail? Who copyrighted the name to the house of God? Sudan's attempt to uphold religion is a farce, just look at what they're doing in Darfur. Hope justice prevails, but not in Sudan certainly and not in most of the Islamic countries. Just hope the International community does something because if convicted the teacher will be jailed and flogged in public. I guess Britain would just sit it's ass on this considering the non existence actions it's taking about Darfur anyway.


This is not the truth. Today the truth cant be written. We are made to write lies. Lies are suggested to be good for a united existence. Lies also paves the way for corruption to flourish. Like flowers. But flowers wither and fall. But not corruption. Not politicians bastardizing the country. Not them. This is a truth, but no, I cant write the truth. Even when there are graphic images of the truth. Even when the whole existence saw the truth. Even when our brothers and sisters from miles away saw the truth and wanted to do something about it I can't write the truth anymore. Truth Kills. But when the time comes, all information will permeate existence. You and me will see the same and hear the same. Then the truth doesn't need to be written, it will flow. The consequences will destroy the lies. Are you ready?


The Nights are never cold
The days painfully unfold
The definite freedom
never tonight
You and me shall never see
another daylight


Everyday I recollect
the paintbrush patterns
on the bathroom walls
where I hide the nights
during the nuclear winter
where even the mornings
are nights
I hide.


It happened the other day
the whirling electron
jump out one by one
from the TV mirror
spinning out of control
into wells of probability
the universe with no urgent response
let them live all night
decaying only when morning comes


[#] Tales from Another Reality

Malaysian Indians (3)

...Malaysian Indians under mental siege.

The fallout of the peaceful protest that turned violent yesterday continued to reverberate around the country, the mainstream media and the blogs. The mainstream media provided a version of the report that to an extent showed how the authorities controlled the crowd, which it deemed is illegal and provoked the authorities. In a legal perspective, even if there are provisions in the constitution where peaceful gatherings can be done in this country, this 25-11 gathering is Illegal. The organizers have not been given a police permit, even the appeal has been rejected, and a court order has been obtained against the organizers and participants. Basically, for the record and for the readers knowledge, this is an Illegal march. There is no other way about it. But there remains an important question, how and why did this many Malaysian Indians gathered from all walks of life from around the country?

There have been many claims of Malaysian Indians bein…

Malaysian Indians (2)

[Update] This article reflects what the Malaysian Indian community should be doing rather than taking to the streets. Many might not agree, but then it is a start for all of us.
Change must come from within ourselvesCOMMENT
At the end of the day, it is in the hands of the Indians whether they want to do better for themselves and their future generations. Street protests are definitely not the answer.
[Read Full: The Star - Change Must Come From Within Ourselves]

[Update - Batu Caves] The whole day I was searching for news on what happened at the Batu Caves temple complex. This is what happened []. The riot police fired tear gas into the temple compound, after locking the protesters inside (?!). Why is there no respect for my religion in this country? Isn't it enough that they mock us Hindus? That they tease us for praying to stones, that they laugh at us for wearing the Thirunur/ Vibuthi? That they continue to demolish temples? Is it wrong that we have the olde…

Malaysian Indians

[Update 8 pm] The Tv3 news reports that around 200 person is still held at different detentions centers. No mention of injuries to the protesters, but some Police officers were injured in sporadic confrontations. And the weirdest thing is that it seems the organizers of the rally simply 'faxed' the petition to the British Embassy! Is this march/rally/protest lost in translation because of bad organization, no planning and definitely because it went against the law? You can see how confusing this is being a few hundred miles from KL, I wonder if even the people in KL knew what really happened? Certainly there are other ways to claim what the Malaysian Indian community needs, and certainly protests are not the way, but yet again this is a minority community without a voice and it's only leader within the ruling government doesn't seem to be able to help every Indian any more. In many ways, by doing a 'race' based rally, it had brought danger to the community itse…

All The Nights

the metallic taste
of the last drops of water
in the ceramic mug
on the edge of the table
and I pushed it down
watching it fall with terminal speed
to the bottom never reaching
slowly now
then the shatter
the noise of displacement
disfigured shards of something dead
she crawled out of bed
silence at first then I heard the door open
then I heard her breathing
with a blanket wrapped
over her naked body
she watched me
watching the mug
falling down still
when did she come
was it before it hit the floor
how long was it this night
our eyes locked
then the crash
the loud sound
the shattered mug
lie helplessly on the floor
and I followed her to bed
with no morning waiting



I never really paid much attention to this issue, the meaning of blogging. Hence today I need to get some feedback, some idea of what blogging is to you. As we move ahead in this so called digital revolution, a lot of us tend to ignore the multitude of parts that make up the digital world. Everyday you surf and 'dance' in the world wide web looking for something that either contributes to your work life or enhances your social life. This is truly a blessing where a decade ago there are still people writing letters to pen pals, wheres today we have people boring the daylight out of others either by IM or e-mails. But one thing for sure, the WWW means business in all sense. Any free service out there is tied with some kind of money making 'hidden' business plans. (Bear with me on this, I will get to the point soon). Adverts either in your inbox or at your blog and sites generate money by simply knocking out your fine senses. Color and no less touch; the digital click mac…


On a lonely hill near the Sirius range
a dead body under the moonlight
buzzing flies tells a story of time
no signs of life but a lonely heart
it might be a suicide or a tragedy in disguise
what he lived for he has unwillingly lost
I know a few alive who can relate
this is an empty soul in fight
seeking redemption for a battered life

all around no one in sight
I sat there watching him age
sparkles of dream jump and take flight
slowly joining the stars of his fate
in the shallow hills of the forest
twinkling dreams wait for sunshine
the dead mind agreeing to assist
my own salvation from a crazy life
so that I too can live into the night

[#] Weird.

The Colors of Life

The colors of life is the reflection of the colors of the world. The psychological needs of the new world means that people need to grow out of their physical self. The world as an inspiration, the colors as labels. When an idea is formed, the colors reflect, the world transients quantum moments, the self moves forward. In all essentiality, tomorrow is not the same as today, but the labels will always be there to guide us. This is the colors of life.


(Warning...Rant post...heh! If you want to miss this, there is a better post before this)

Finally the village mall opens in the funky town, and the crowd goes wild. Actually, not that wild. You see in this great big 'Ooooo...I want that too' country, there are many people who doesnt understand basic economics. They don't know what the people in this sleepy hollow needs, one thing or sure they don't need a high class joint. From the outside the place looks all so cool, but inside (if you're in SP, please DON'T go inside) its all the same old hawker styled 2 bucks store. All full of cheap China knockoffs. So we searched high and low for something good, there arent any! Why do they always think we need high street (but cheap) fashion outlets? And in a town half an hour away from Penang!!! We even have a giant Gayathri Silk store here with no customers. They never learn do they, there's like 20000 Indians here who will definitely go to Penang for festival and we…

It's Time To Go

Take care Ghost...I will miss you.

As the day dawned and the emerald stars glitter in the summer sky, and the waves caress the shallow beach, we said goodbye.

Was it a year ago that we were together again? Then you left.

Hello Ghost, it's been long. How have you been?

Hi Orion. I'm good, I missed you. Kiss. Love.

We walked along the beach. Wish this would last forever.

Does it have to be this lonely again, millions of years in the future. The stars burn brightly, the planets scattered in ancient waves. Me, I'm all alone waiting. The rivers running through the land, my companion and my friend, you have left along with everyone.

I wished, and we went back in time. Our days together. Laughter, for the smallest things around you gave me life. Everything along the way, we picked up, you placed the pebbles on the fringes of time, and as time forwarded back, the memories leaped out of your eyes as flashes of light.

Remember the day when you did not want to wake up. We hugged and wished …! Wohoooo....

Oh man...Deepavali is more tiring than the preparation itself! Managed to come out scratch far...Tonight is the Murukku Party 2007. :D
And I have work to do....cant believe I forgot to inform the clients I'm on holiday!

Pre-Deepavali: Adventures on an Eve that Never Ends

Okay...I know that there is no way to 'undo' Deepavali. It's just that, the day moves so fast that it's over before it starts. So I came up with an idea of having a perpetual festival eve, the one that never ends, the one where you prepare forever, the one that you sit and talk with your buddies for ages...the one where the liquor never stops flowing and you never get drunk. (And then you wake up from the most beautiful dream you have). Knowing all this would never happen, let me share the snaps of a never ending Deepavali eve, the never ending things that I do for all Deepavali's...

The Deepavali Haircut. Having long convinced that I never will have a unique hairstyle, and David Beckham hairdo is a myth, so on every eve I get a cool haircut that makes me feel good for about 15 minutes (the time it takes for me to get home from the barbershop and my grandma asking why does my hairdo looks like an upside down pot on the head).

Murukku Showdown. This one really cracks …

Memories of a Lost Generation

Until this moment, the feeling of confusion continues to grow. The seldom bright sky, the torrential rain in a summer day floods the memories. Not a single day goes by without the worry, the sadness and the moments we wish not to live anymore. In all this, you wonder what happened to the promised days that we were told during childhood. Growing up looks easy compared to these lost days where no solution presents itself. It's not about the choices anymore, its about living. It's not about surviving anymore, its about letting go. It's about sacrifice that not many are willing to take. There was a time when we wished everyone was the same like us, then we grew up. Now we wish we never did. There is no truth anymore. Some you can understand them, what they want in life and where they are headed. They made sacrifices themselves. No justice to push them to make the decisions they don’t want. And in contrast, from our perspective of the world, we must bear all the injustice our s…

The Jungles of Pangaea

They might think why we care too much about them. But this is more than them alone, this is about the world and where we belong. This vague politics worry me much, what might happen in the days of desperation. When crimson rivers run in our polluted cities, there are no modern day warrior to scrape the spirit from the hell's on earth. Why do we glorify the evil so much if not that we belong with them. Their hype and lies are illusions, it might be true but we will never see it. Just like the jungle's of Pangaea, these are lies to cloud the mind from the truth. Might we go back to the beginning, it too will be an illusion, there are nothing true anymore.

[2] The river, a medium sized stream, runs behind the house. It was not secluded, not anymore the heaven, hidden at the edges of the jungle. Some years back, it was, where the mornings are surrounded by fog, and afternoons blanketed by canaries flying in experimental flocks. When all seems almost like an imaginary tale, she said…

Marathon of Hope

The Kuala Lumpur Terry Fox Run 2007is on the 4th of November (Sunday) at the Lake Gardens (Taman Tasik Perdana). Do participate in this noble event in aid of cancer research and keep the Terry Fox dream alive. How Terry inspired the world is amazing, his motivation and energy should inspire generations to come. He is a true Hero.

Anyone can participate it's a free fun filled event! But of course you can contribute by purchasing the Terry Fox T-shirt for MYR 25 or make a donation and contribute towards a world event thats been taking place since Terry's first run in 1981. It's a fun even for family and friends with lots of activities starting from early morning Nov 4th. The Run itself starts at 9 am.

Please check the links below to find a run in your own country. More that 50 nations organize this run or have organized it. If you have participated before, just leave a message with links to stories or any other info. Thank you.

[+] Terry Fox KL; view the route map and also furt…