Pray..

 

Thats the only thing left to be done.

way too chuweet..

Gimme a kiss to build a dream on
And my imagination
Will thrive upon that kiss
Sweetheart, I ask no more than this
A Kiss to build a dream on

Give me a kiss before you leave me
and my imagination
will feed my hungry heart
Leave me one thing before we part
A kiss to build a dream on

When I'm alone with my fancies
I'll be with you
Weaving romances
Making believe they're true

Oh, gimme your lips for just a moment
and my imagination
will make that moment live
Give me what you alone can give
A kiss to build a dream on

Gimme a kiss to build a dream on
And my imagination
Will thrive upon that kiss
Sweetheart, I ask no more than this
A Kiss to build a dream on

Give me a kiss before you leave me
and my imagination
will feed my hungry heart
Leave me one thing before we part
A kiss to build a dream on

When I'm alone with my fancies
I'll be with you
Weaving romances
Making believe they're true

Oh, gimme your lips for just a moment
and my imagination
will make that moment live
Give me what you alone can give
A kiss to build a dream on

I am not a toy!

some people are just not worth ur time. realize it before its too late! wake up!

Yes, I am missing u.

sometimes you just feel like running away from this whole world kidnapping selected people in a bus!

happy birthday raki!

:)

mayakkam enne-review

Dear Selvaraghavan,

The message you tried to convey was nice.

Yes a photographer who has lost the purpose of his life is rejuveniated and strapped back on by his wife. Good story nice effort. Still, I wish you had concentrated more on how to revived him back. ie. ditch the whole part 1. and make the 2nd half into the entire movie.

But I don't quite agree with how it was projected on screen. More so at this point of time where divorce and break-ups have become so common. Why did he have to mix his career life with his personal life at the first point? That was the dumbest thing to do. So, are you trying to say they can only co-exist, without a good career, you are doomed to have a pathetic life anyway?

And how you showed him drifting away, thanks, I was wondering where the hell is the selvaraghavan semi-nude and too-far-for-society-to-accept touch till we got to that part. no more to say -.-

Your heroine, yes if this is her first movie, she has done well. But sadly I watched osthi yesterday in which she had played the exact same so-called tough, I-refuse-to-smile look so it was a little boring, otherwise, she was okay though I felt the character was too serious and boring.

The idea of how LUCK is everything throught the magazine pushing, nicely potrayed.

And his sister was verrrrrrrrrrry pretty!

Reality slap

Hello me,

Just got my much needed reality slap from a good friend.
nothing is absolute, always expect the unexpected and more importantly, trust no one.


kthxbai.

feeling blessed

I feel so blessed with so many people beautiful people pouring love onto me from all directions. that too when I need it the most. thank u.

cc happy.

:'(

I don't understand what is happening. but I know I am scared..........       :'(

sundari kanaal oru seithi.

Thalaivarrrrrr.. enne gethu.. cheh MASSSSSSSSSSSS! *whistles! *

The window...

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man  was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour a day to drain the fluids from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and   families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military  service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the  man in the bed next to the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed would live for those one-hour periods where  his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and  color of the outside world. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake, the man had said. Ducks and swans played on the water while  children sailed their model boats. Lovers walked arm in arm amid flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite  detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.  Although the other man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive  words. Unexpectedly, an alien thought entered his head: Why should he have all the pleasure of seeing everything while I never get to see  anything? It didn't seem fair. As the thought fermented, the man felt  ashamed at first. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He   began to brood and found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that  window - and that thought now controlled his life.

Late one night, as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window  began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man   watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room, he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running. In less than five minutes, the coughing and choking  stopped, along with the sound of breathing. Now, there was only silence--deathly silence.

The following morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendant to take it away--no  words, no fuss. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the man asked if he  could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his   first look. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.