Up! (2009)
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Animation, Comedy, Adventure.
Hollywood comes home to adventure as it never has before - with a rotund boy named Russel, a distinctly German-named Karl Freidrichssen (and German-looking too), a fancy feathered bird named Kevin, who is a girl and Doug, the talking dog. Throw in a flying house (often referred to as the floating house) and a childhood-superhero-turned-obsessive-compulsive-psycho-villain, you are bound to be left laughing; but beware - for the moments where you do not, you might just be crying.
To borrow a line from the movie, I am getting quite ahead of myself; let me begin at the beginning. Or better, go a step back-er! :) Partly Cloudy is one of the finest animated short-films that I have seen. Please YouTube it. It is awesome in so many levels. I am surprised at the fact that I can still be surprised, for it is common knowledge that Pixar has made some really good short-animated-features. This is one has both a great idea and a warm heart going for it.
Now to the movie itself: technically, it is awesome. I did not expect Pixar to out-do the wordless romance of Wall-E and definitely not so soon. They have gone one step further, by matching the wordless romance in under ten minutes - the first ten of the movie at that. When everything seems bleak - the story magically flips back on to its feet, and lo behold! Flies away. Tied to a thousand colored balloons. The journey, despite its evident literality, ensures that the obvious metaphor does not become a cliche but evolves into an allegory. Simpler put, we do not just enjoy the movie like hell, but also get a damn good thought to take home.
I am NOT going to give the story in a nutshell; not because there is a single central surprise, on revealing which the movie falls flat - but because I do not want you to bear a grudge against me even for a moment AFTER seeing the movie, thinking that Saravanan spoiled the movie just a little bit by telling me something. But in case you are one of those who wanna know! It is a loves story about dogs, balloons, Paradise Falls and a badge. And ooh! ooh! I almost forgot, about Kevin being a girl...!
There is a strong Dahl-ian feel to the movie - in both facing head-on the dark realities of life (even in a story set mainly for a younger audience) and introducing a sudden single fantastic event which gives the protagonist to change the course of things. Despite the improbability of the first magical event, the remaining part of the fantasy strictly adheres to a very-human-logic. The movie also underlines a theme which we tackle oftener in everyday life - the growing gap between generations and how dangerously irreconcilable they are becoming. What really impressed me was that there was no ordinary ending where the bad-guy simply changes heart.
Instead of summing up this conversation saying that the movie was simply awesome (though it really was awesome), I would like to leave you with my favorite scene from the movie. When Carl discovers young (annoying) Russell aboard the flying house, he gets a momentary vision where he lowers Russell to one of the buildings with a few kerchiefs tied together, and slips. Russell just makes the observation that he could almost touch the buildings with his hands. This scene cracked me up - for it was both grown up and juvenile - and hilarious at both levels.
22 September 2009
20 September 2009
My New Favorite Old Movie!
Sister Act (1992)
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I love movies. I watch them by the dozens. And then some more. I would like to believe that I am not your regular pseudo-intellectual-movie-buff who admits to watching everything, but consider movies like The Transporter - a guilty pleasure. I am not aiming to offend people who geniunely like Citizen Kane; I fell asleep and did not find it so great. The Maltese Falcon was another story. However, my top ten list has had movies so vast and varied that I thought I was truly a loyalist of the entire art-form.
Until I watched Whoopi Goldberg as the amazing Deloris Van Cartier! Wow! This movie is amazing at so many levels that I could not stop enjoying even a minute of it. I was laughing my guts out. The characters do not even have to say anything to make me laugh - just place Whoopi Goldberg in a Nun'z attire and put her beside a bewildered Maggie Smith; I am either a simple minded guy who'z easily impressed or you are too good for my blog.
The script... Oh! This script simply took me to the good old times of the early nineties.. Interestingly, this could be seen as the peak of your happy-go-lucky-formulae films. The studios lay their hand on one good idea which follows a workable structure; they milk at least a dozen films in the same genre. This happens all the time and anywhere in the world; but in the early 90s - it all happened within the span of a year. It was the season of sequels, simplicity and subversion. They kept it real. But often times, it worked. So much more often that it actually confused the connoisseurs of cinema. Will another Network be made? What happened to movies like A Clockwork Orange?! And why, for god'ssake, are we making a Godfather III? The reality was that the economic markets of the world were opening up again for the first time after the Cold War. The West was suddenly aware of the contemporariness of the rest of the world thanks to private competitive media. Everything was everywhere. Times were a-changing in everything else that people seemed to seek the comfort of familiarity in the quality of cinema.
And this need for conformity has produced some of the most obscure movies - like the later Mad Max and Lethal Weapon movies, some of the most engaging movies - like the Die Hards and most times, the predictable movies - like Sister Act. Surprisingly, there is a sense of pure fun when you look at all these kinds. Sister Act, with its simple inversion-motivated theme has a plot where the most unlikely lounge singer from the Vegas strip becomes a nun. There is the familiar I-don't-belong phase, followed by I-do-things-my-way phase which results in I-am-actually-liking-this phase eventually concluding in a I-have-to-give-up-what-I-thought-I-hated-but-I-feel-sad-for-the-same phase. Of course, there is a happy ending. The beauty of this movie is that each segment of this predictability is so engrossing with consistent actions, madcap situations and witty dialogues. It is an aesthetic treat to merely watch the lion's mane of Whoopi Goldberg bounce as she conducts a Catholic Church Choir in the most unconventional way.
If God resides in the small things; this movie is a place of worship. The detailing of minor characters like Willy and Joey are outstanding. Some of the wittiest lines in the movie are spoken by less prominent characters. The acting is outstanding overall. Harvey Keitel'z performance is intimidating and hilarious at the same time. The music; oh God! The music alone can sell this film. But the finest aspect of this movie is that it does not need the selling. It could have easily become a movie like Khazam with its fairy-tale core; but it outlasts technological strides forward and today'z thrust on intellectualization of everyday life because it has a heart. It can put a smile on everyone'z face. And most importantly you go back with something at the end of the movie. I did.
So, until another time where I get back to you with another highly-opinionated view about some dank-cinema... ciao!
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I love movies. I watch them by the dozens. And then some more. I would like to believe that I am not your regular pseudo-intellectual-movie-buff who admits to watching everything, but consider movies like The Transporter - a guilty pleasure. I am not aiming to offend people who geniunely like Citizen Kane; I fell asleep and did not find it so great. The Maltese Falcon was another story. However, my top ten list has had movies so vast and varied that I thought I was truly a loyalist of the entire art-form.
Until I watched Whoopi Goldberg as the amazing Deloris Van Cartier! Wow! This movie is amazing at so many levels that I could not stop enjoying even a minute of it. I was laughing my guts out. The characters do not even have to say anything to make me laugh - just place Whoopi Goldberg in a Nun'z attire and put her beside a bewildered Maggie Smith; I am either a simple minded guy who'z easily impressed or you are too good for my blog.
The script... Oh! This script simply took me to the good old times of the early nineties.. Interestingly, this could be seen as the peak of your happy-go-lucky-formulae films. The studios lay their hand on one good idea which follows a workable structure; they milk at least a dozen films in the same genre. This happens all the time and anywhere in the world; but in the early 90s - it all happened within the span of a year. It was the season of sequels, simplicity and subversion. They kept it real. But often times, it worked. So much more often that it actually confused the connoisseurs of cinema. Will another Network be made? What happened to movies like A Clockwork Orange?! And why, for god'ssake, are we making a Godfather III? The reality was that the economic markets of the world were opening up again for the first time after the Cold War. The West was suddenly aware of the contemporariness of the rest of the world thanks to private competitive media. Everything was everywhere. Times were a-changing in everything else that people seemed to seek the comfort of familiarity in the quality of cinema.
And this need for conformity has produced some of the most obscure movies - like the later Mad Max and Lethal Weapon movies, some of the most engaging movies - like the Die Hards and most times, the predictable movies - like Sister Act. Surprisingly, there is a sense of pure fun when you look at all these kinds. Sister Act, with its simple inversion-motivated theme has a plot where the most unlikely lounge singer from the Vegas strip becomes a nun. There is the familiar I-don't-belong phase, followed by I-do-things-my-way phase which results in I-am-actually-liking-this phase eventually concluding in a I-have-to-give-up-what-I-thought-I-hated-but-I-feel-sad-for-the-same phase. Of course, there is a happy ending. The beauty of this movie is that each segment of this predictability is so engrossing with consistent actions, madcap situations and witty dialogues. It is an aesthetic treat to merely watch the lion's mane of Whoopi Goldberg bounce as she conducts a Catholic Church Choir in the most unconventional way.
If God resides in the small things; this movie is a place of worship. The detailing of minor characters like Willy and Joey are outstanding. Some of the wittiest lines in the movie are spoken by less prominent characters. The acting is outstanding overall. Harvey Keitel'z performance is intimidating and hilarious at the same time. The music; oh God! The music alone can sell this film. But the finest aspect of this movie is that it does not need the selling. It could have easily become a movie like Khazam with its fairy-tale core; but it outlasts technological strides forward and today'z thrust on intellectualization of everyday life because it has a heart. It can put a smile on everyone'z face. And most importantly you go back with something at the end of the movie. I did.
So, until another time where I get back to you with another highly-opinionated view about some dank-cinema... ciao!
10 September 2009
I don't like Arnab
Face it, he does not even have to try hard; we all have a general feeling of dislike towards Arnab Goswami. The quality of the company which runs his TV channel is suspect. Breaking News! has become the staple headline on that channel - even (I apologize), particularly, when it is about Rakhi Sawant's Swayamvar. Politicians have taken a vow of silence for people like Arnab try and make sure that whatever they say - from economic instability to indigestion - can and will be used against them. I am sorry to use the term, but usually nobody likes people like Arnab. Probably he enjoys it. Nobody cares.
But again, personally I do not like any of the other people on news channels either. Ranging from the kale-rang-ka-kala-bandhar types to the most sophisticated salt-n-pepper bearded people, I do not like them. I am not so much to name names here. News today is manufactured by one and all. No matter how classy or how crass it seems, 40% of the world's media is controlled by a single man. We have heard so much of this 'beware of the WATCHdog' thing, that it takes a real knee to the chin to wake us up. We are a sleepy people, we human beings are.
It was today's DEBATE that made me feel the most annoyed. It made me think a thought that put things in perspective. The topic was the austerity advice by the Finance Ministry to all Govt. Employees. The ruling is simple; all govt employees should for the effect of the following one year, due to the global financial crunch should spend govt money in moderation - including travel. Govt officials are to travel in the Economy class of the flight. Here comes the clincher - a special exception to the rule; MPs are exempted from this rule. Arnab whips up a copy of the ruling in front of the camera and says, what makes the MPs beyond the dictates of the country. In a time of crisis, should not the leaders and representatives of the people show their committment to the cause through action? Bottomline, does the taxpayer have the right to know how his money is being spent? These questions triggered off a debate which amused me and face a rather inconvenient truth - that we perhaps need people like Arnab to ask questions like these. Frankly, I do not like Arnab Goswami; but the Indian system makes him inevitable.
Some of the issues that cropped up during the discussion...
* MPs are NOT govt servants! Seriously, if you had thought that the govt being a body that you (as a citizen) have contributed in constructing and in turn is in charge of the Members of the Parliament whom you have elected to take part in the govt are govt servants; YOU ARE WRONG! They are not govt servants! They are LEADERS! And LEADERS of a nation should NOT walk in the street, eat the same food as the common-folk or sit in the same section as the hardworking taxpayer - because they are LEADERS!
* If you travel in the Economy class of an airplane, you will reach the destination later than if you travel Business class. If any of you thought that the MPs stick it out because of the free drinks, shame on you. They do it so that they can reach there quicker. Them and their train of seven-eight cronies. Help them to help you. Pay taxes to give them a chance to pinch air-hostess' bottoms (or stewards for those inclined thus).
* Asking a Member of the Parliament how the taxpayer's money is spent is a crime. You can be hung in the square for that. How dare you think that representatives of the people are actually answerable to the people? Are they not taking a 20% cut from their salary? Yes, they are merely getting eight hundred rupees now. Excluding their travel allowance, food allowance, vehicle allowance, coffee allowance, biscuit allowance, lapdance allowance, bar allowance, clothes allowance, wives allowance, kids allowance and a list of another five hundred and thirty seven categories. THEY WILL NOT BE AUSTERE BY GIVING UP THESE ALLOWANCES. They will concede 20% of their salary. Whew! What a huge sum! I am breathless. I realize that with just the 20% poverty can be eradicated in the nation AND we can mass produce a single vaccine that will prevent us against H1N1, HIV, Cancer and a bunch of other things.
* No, just because a person wears an unbuttoned cotton shirt and appears unwashed on national news television, it does not mean that he will support the cause of equality between the MPs and the commonfolk. It doesn't matter if the person is supposed to represent the party that has achieved the longest running democratically elected communist regime. He still will insist that a ruling, no matter how good or bad from the govt WOULD not be binding on him, because he is an MP and MPs are directed only by the Speaker of the Lok Saba. True.
* Security, interestingly, was never an issue raised by any of the MPs. Of course, that is a valid point, that angry people might just slit their throats if they travel in the same class as them.
* There are a million other expenses that are involved in the running of a country that a normal person cannot understand - because the term normal person is a lie maintained by the govt to make us feel better; because the normal person is a retard. We let the MPs fly first class because they help us maintain that illusion.
So, bottomline... Do I say that if the MPs stop eating caviar, drinking champagne, humping Scandinavian women and flying first-class - would we find the cure for cancer or at least save enough money to produce one kilolitre of clean drinking water? Maybe not. But flying economy is a symbol - a first page to a host of ways that people who are addressed as the leaders act befitting to the title. Of course, the MPs are right; little things will not make a change. They will not make a difference. Its alright if the MPs spend the taxpayers' money - for the fact it is being spent on the MPs means that it is being spent WELL! No questions asked.
I am a simple man. A reductionist, you may criticize me to be. But imagine an assembly of four families living in a piece of land where they meet to discuss the expenditure to build a common fence to protect the fowls from animals. If the meeting takes place for three months with a chicken each day on the table from their coops for the purpose of the meeting; by the end of the meeting, there will be no more fowls to protect. Yes, I am a simpleton.
Maybe we simpleminded folk are not aware of the fact, that by spending govt money on higher priced tickets, the MPs are actually contributing towards the bailout of the civil aviation industry. That'z the secret of their energy!
Thanks to such developments, I will think of air-travel with all its political layers included. But I still do not comprehend how the finest becomes the right of 545 people in the country for the only reason they are meant to represent the 1 billion others. A majority of the billion will look up at the sky when an airplane passes by, and sigh.
But again, personally I do not like any of the other people on news channels either. Ranging from the kale-rang-ka-kala-bandhar types to the most sophisticated salt-n-pepper bearded people, I do not like them. I am not so much to name names here. News today is manufactured by one and all. No matter how classy or how crass it seems, 40% of the world's media is controlled by a single man. We have heard so much of this 'beware of the WATCHdog' thing, that it takes a real knee to the chin to wake us up. We are a sleepy people, we human beings are.
It was today's DEBATE that made me feel the most annoyed. It made me think a thought that put things in perspective. The topic was the austerity advice by the Finance Ministry to all Govt. Employees. The ruling is simple; all govt employees should for the effect of the following one year, due to the global financial crunch should spend govt money in moderation - including travel. Govt officials are to travel in the Economy class of the flight. Here comes the clincher - a special exception to the rule; MPs are exempted from this rule. Arnab whips up a copy of the ruling in front of the camera and says, what makes the MPs beyond the dictates of the country. In a time of crisis, should not the leaders and representatives of the people show their committment to the cause through action? Bottomline, does the taxpayer have the right to know how his money is being spent? These questions triggered off a debate which amused me and face a rather inconvenient truth - that we perhaps need people like Arnab to ask questions like these. Frankly, I do not like Arnab Goswami; but the Indian system makes him inevitable.
Some of the issues that cropped up during the discussion...
* MPs are NOT govt servants! Seriously, if you had thought that the govt being a body that you (as a citizen) have contributed in constructing and in turn is in charge of the Members of the Parliament whom you have elected to take part in the govt are govt servants; YOU ARE WRONG! They are not govt servants! They are LEADERS! And LEADERS of a nation should NOT walk in the street, eat the same food as the common-folk or sit in the same section as the hardworking taxpayer - because they are LEADERS!
* If you travel in the Economy class of an airplane, you will reach the destination later than if you travel Business class. If any of you thought that the MPs stick it out because of the free drinks, shame on you. They do it so that they can reach there quicker. Them and their train of seven-eight cronies. Help them to help you. Pay taxes to give them a chance to pinch air-hostess' bottoms (or stewards for those inclined thus).
* Asking a Member of the Parliament how the taxpayer's money is spent is a crime. You can be hung in the square for that. How dare you think that representatives of the people are actually answerable to the people? Are they not taking a 20% cut from their salary? Yes, they are merely getting eight hundred rupees now. Excluding their travel allowance, food allowance, vehicle allowance, coffee allowance, biscuit allowance, lapdance allowance, bar allowance, clothes allowance, wives allowance, kids allowance and a list of another five hundred and thirty seven categories. THEY WILL NOT BE AUSTERE BY GIVING UP THESE ALLOWANCES. They will concede 20% of their salary. Whew! What a huge sum! I am breathless. I realize that with just the 20% poverty can be eradicated in the nation AND we can mass produce a single vaccine that will prevent us against H1N1, HIV, Cancer and a bunch of other things.
* No, just because a person wears an unbuttoned cotton shirt and appears unwashed on national news television, it does not mean that he will support the cause of equality between the MPs and the commonfolk. It doesn't matter if the person is supposed to represent the party that has achieved the longest running democratically elected communist regime. He still will insist that a ruling, no matter how good or bad from the govt WOULD not be binding on him, because he is an MP and MPs are directed only by the Speaker of the Lok Saba. True.
* Security, interestingly, was never an issue raised by any of the MPs. Of course, that is a valid point, that angry people might just slit their throats if they travel in the same class as them.
* There are a million other expenses that are involved in the running of a country that a normal person cannot understand - because the term normal person is a lie maintained by the govt to make us feel better; because the normal person is a retard. We let the MPs fly first class because they help us maintain that illusion.
So, bottomline... Do I say that if the MPs stop eating caviar, drinking champagne, humping Scandinavian women and flying first-class - would we find the cure for cancer or at least save enough money to produce one kilolitre of clean drinking water? Maybe not. But flying economy is a symbol - a first page to a host of ways that people who are addressed as the leaders act befitting to the title. Of course, the MPs are right; little things will not make a change. They will not make a difference. Its alright if the MPs spend the taxpayers' money - for the fact it is being spent on the MPs means that it is being spent WELL! No questions asked.
I am a simple man. A reductionist, you may criticize me to be. But imagine an assembly of four families living in a piece of land where they meet to discuss the expenditure to build a common fence to protect the fowls from animals. If the meeting takes place for three months with a chicken each day on the table from their coops for the purpose of the meeting; by the end of the meeting, there will be no more fowls to protect. Yes, I am a simpleton.
Maybe we simpleminded folk are not aware of the fact, that by spending govt money on higher priced tickets, the MPs are actually contributing towards the bailout of the civil aviation industry. That'z the secret of their energy!
Thanks to such developments, I will think of air-travel with all its political layers included. But I still do not comprehend how the finest becomes the right of 545 people in the country for the only reason they are meant to represent the 1 billion others. A majority of the billion will look up at the sky when an airplane passes by, and sigh.
05 September 2009
Rain... 5th September 2009
Happy Teacherz Day!
I know that some of my teachers would kill me if they see the 'z' used in the previous line. But like every other miscreant who'z crying for attention from his/her favorite teacher, I let it be - as a tribute to all of those who would smile reading this. Teachers. Not necessarily mine. Not particularly academic. Not always those who teach the great philosophies of the world. Teachers. Sometimes they say everything that has to be said with a smile. I am sounding too much like an Archie's greeting card. Before I break into the 'you held my hand and taught me to write...' song, let me move on.
This is an extremely localized phenomenon, just like the 14th November being celebrated as Children'z day. But despite this distinction as an Indian Secular Non-Patriotic Day (That'z a tough one folks!), Teachers Day gets little attention. Maybe a set of Reynold's pens from Class VII. A phone call from an ex-student (who still is charmed by the idea of Old School)? Teachers don't get a fair deal these days. I went to school in a time when children waited nervously outside the staff room to give a card and a rose to their favorite teacher. Some had to carry contingency flowers, in case they bump into their not-so-favorite ones. It is not a big deal anymore. Some got chocolates. Or even boiled sweets. But the sense of satisfaction in the eye of the teacher was unmistakable. It was as if this was the one day they have been working for all year long. They seem to say. It was worth it.
Its raining today. I come to know that there have been very few takers for the teaching profession in the recent past years. The best teachers are already in their late thirties. Smart ones don't head the teaching direction these days. The corporate world offers them more money or the universities offer more pride. Schools? They are fast becoming leftovers. I wish I am being the typical oldtimer who says that those days were the best. I maybe wrong. I hope I am wrong. I hope that strong minded individuals become school teachers and inspire students of the next generation to be the best they can be. I have had many who have reshaped my life. Talking about each of them is not the scope of this post. There will be another time abd place for that. But let me leave you with names and their nature in a few words (if that is possible)...
Mrs. Leela Chandy - Class II - Class Teacher - forced me to stand on my own.
Ms. Sheila Beatrice - Class III - Class Teacher - took me seriously.
Mr. Arul Prakash - Class VI - Tamil Teacher - sparked my fancy with the stage.
Mrs. Catherine Simon - Class VIII - English Teacher - made me want to be Scarlet Pimpernel.
Mr. Ganesh - Class XI to XII - Tamil Teacher - defined versatile for me.
Mrs. Lydia Sagayam - Claa I to XII - Librarian - trusted me as a leader.
Dr. Sujatha Ross - Class VIII to XII - Principal - gave me a huge homecoming.
Dr. Claramma Jose - BA I Year - A Doll House - showed me the power of the dramatic word.
Dr. Chitra - Dip in VisCom - Screenwriting - was my teacher; is my mother.
Dr. T R Joy - BA II Year - Iliad - a teacher should not worry about covering syllabus for the course, as much as he shoud about uncovering it for the students.
Prof. Britto Kumar - BA III Year - HEL - man is not happy because he has everything; he has everything only when he is happy.
Mr. Vijayalayan - BA III Year - Fiction - 1 challenge; 30 days; 1st novel.
Dr. Ananda Lal - MA I n II Year - Drama - gave me the strength to jump by believing I will.
Thank you all!
I know that some of my teachers would kill me if they see the 'z' used in the previous line. But like every other miscreant who'z crying for attention from his/her favorite teacher, I let it be - as a tribute to all of those who would smile reading this. Teachers. Not necessarily mine. Not particularly academic. Not always those who teach the great philosophies of the world. Teachers. Sometimes they say everything that has to be said with a smile. I am sounding too much like an Archie's greeting card. Before I break into the 'you held my hand and taught me to write...' song, let me move on.
This is an extremely localized phenomenon, just like the 14th November being celebrated as Children'z day. But despite this distinction as an Indian Secular Non-Patriotic Day (That'z a tough one folks!), Teachers Day gets little attention. Maybe a set of Reynold's pens from Class VII. A phone call from an ex-student (who still is charmed by the idea of Old School)? Teachers don't get a fair deal these days. I went to school in a time when children waited nervously outside the staff room to give a card and a rose to their favorite teacher. Some had to carry contingency flowers, in case they bump into their not-so-favorite ones. It is not a big deal anymore. Some got chocolates. Or even boiled sweets. But the sense of satisfaction in the eye of the teacher was unmistakable. It was as if this was the one day they have been working for all year long. They seem to say. It was worth it.
Its raining today. I come to know that there have been very few takers for the teaching profession in the recent past years. The best teachers are already in their late thirties. Smart ones don't head the teaching direction these days. The corporate world offers them more money or the universities offer more pride. Schools? They are fast becoming leftovers. I wish I am being the typical oldtimer who says that those days were the best. I maybe wrong. I hope I am wrong. I hope that strong minded individuals become school teachers and inspire students of the next generation to be the best they can be. I have had many who have reshaped my life. Talking about each of them is not the scope of this post. There will be another time abd place for that. But let me leave you with names and their nature in a few words (if that is possible)...
Mrs. Leela Chandy - Class II - Class Teacher - forced me to stand on my own.
Ms. Sheila Beatrice - Class III - Class Teacher - took me seriously.
Mr. Arul Prakash - Class VI - Tamil Teacher - sparked my fancy with the stage.
Mrs. Catherine Simon - Class VIII - English Teacher - made me want to be Scarlet Pimpernel.
Mr. Ganesh - Class XI to XII - Tamil Teacher - defined versatile for me.
Mrs. Lydia Sagayam - Claa I to XII - Librarian - trusted me as a leader.
Dr. Sujatha Ross - Class VIII to XII - Principal - gave me a huge homecoming.
Dr. Claramma Jose - BA I Year - A Doll House - showed me the power of the dramatic word.
Dr. Chitra - Dip in VisCom - Screenwriting - was my teacher; is my mother.
Dr. T R Joy - BA II Year - Iliad - a teacher should not worry about covering syllabus for the course, as much as he shoud about uncovering it for the students.
Prof. Britto Kumar - BA III Year - HEL - man is not happy because he has everything; he has everything only when he is happy.
Mr. Vijayalayan - BA III Year - Fiction - 1 challenge; 30 days; 1st novel.
Dr. Ananda Lal - MA I n II Year - Drama - gave me the strength to jump by believing I will.
Thank you all!
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