Last week I happened to watch Poo. I liked it very much. �Poo� is a simple love story set in a rustic mileu of Sivakasi. Adapted from the Tamil short story, �Veyyilodu Poi,� by Chelvan, it revolved around Mari (Parvathy Menon) and her love for her cousin Thenkarasa (Srikanth) since her childhood days. Mari works in a crackers factory while Thenkarasa, pursues engineering in Chennai. Thenkarasa�s father, a bullock cart owner and a hard working soul nurtures aspirations for his son.
Mari often dreams of a life with Thenkarasa, but is tongue tied when she meets him. Egged by her friend, Cheeni (Inbanila), she tries to speak of her love to him, but fails. As for Thenkarasa, she is just his childhood friend until his classmate Uttara opens his eyes to Mari�s feelings for him. But his father�s aspirations force him to marry a rich man�s daughter.
Although Mari is disappointed, she marries another man and adjusts with the new life continues to love Thenkarasa in mind and wants him to be the happiest person in the world. When she comes to know that Thenkarasa’s marriage life is not a happy one, she can’t control her tears. The very last seen is too touching. Unlike other love stories, Poo scores with its unselfish love. There’s no fantasy and story is close to reality.
On her debut, Parvathy Menon has done a remarkable job as the village girl in love. In this role, she exudes a grace and coyness unseen today in the women of other love stories. Srikanth�s role is small yet significant. However the visuals are stunning and is a neat and clean movie that can be watched with the family. If you are looking for a fresh breath of air, watch Poo.
This is specially for my sweet Husband
Your warmness and your love
Grow within me every day
Your thoughtful little looks
And the funny things you say.
You are the one I care about
And the only one I need
From break of day until days end
I always follow your lead.
Despite our different opinions
And little short-lived fights
My feelings for you run freely
Like a blue sky full of kites.
For like the flight of a butterfly
Over ocean and mountain view
Your love becomes my life
As you make my dreams come true.
Thank you for our marriage
Make of fairy-tale and love
For being the perfect husband
And for our eternal love.
Happy Valentine, my love!
All my love is yours.
Praised be love that brings us home,
Pilgrims to these shores.
Yearnings here find harborage;
Vanities, sly smiles.
All that righteous anger rends,
Love here reconciles.
Even in the darkness where
No bitterness finds rest,
Thoughts of you are like a dawn
Intent on happiness.
Nor would I have so light a heart
Except that I am blessed!
Happy Valentine’s Day
Who was she to me? My sister, best friend, soul mate or more than that. Still I can’t believe that she’s no more in this world. Is death is so easy? I am talking about my best friend Saritha who died in a road accident on Jan 9th, 2009. I heard her voice few days before her accident. Still i can’t believe that she’s dead. I feel I can see her when I am going to my native and I can call her up anytime I want. Whenever I call she used to say ” Hii dear I was thinking to call you. But now you called me up”.
This is Saritha when I met her last – On my marriage reception
I met her first when she joined my school in 9th standard. We were in different divisions. I noticed her the first day. She was so pretty and attractive. She had big beautiful eyes. She was very good in studies too. I think we made a good friendship that time itself. In +2 we were in the same class. We were in the same tuition center also. Once, only we both girls cut the chemistry class and went to library and ate ice creams. 2 years went like that. After that we joined the new polytechnic came in our city. It was all planned. Many of our +2 friends joined there but we both only came in the same class – computer engineering. We made soul mates. If anyone sees me or Saritha alone he/she used to ask “Where’s your soul?” We got another 4 friends named Rasna, Anju, Divya and Shyja and made a gang “Super 6”. But then too we both shared a special bond. After seen “Kuch kuch hota hai” I and Saritha used to touch each others nose when we meet each morning-the same way Rahul and Anjali did. Many problems happened with other gangs but she was there with me for all good and bad things. We joined for computer tuition and skipped many classes and our tutor called us ‘Siamese Twins’.� We, Super 6, stayed together at her house 6 months to do our project. That time was my best memorable time in life. So much of fun, cooking experiments, uniform washing and ironing, movies, serials, birthday celebrations, extra curricular activities. Once our group photo came in television too. Our principal used to scold us for practicing songs and dances during study vacations and threat others that “these gang will do all these junks and get good marks. if you waste your study time by practicing these you all will fail”. There are countless funny and happy events occurred. But I feel my heart very heavy. I feel sometimes I will write a book about her – Lost my soul forever. Saritha was a girl of suffer and sacrifice. In her death’s shock what i lost was priceless. But I like to think that I sent a little angel with my best friend to take care of her.
Tip: Once she told me that sometimes the boy from the other batch Sunil A Manalody will marry you. I told her sometimes I won’t marry, but it will never happen. But after 7 years it happened! I don�t know how. Could she predict the future?