Student Ecosystem

It is that time of the year were people scurry around with books and their brain annihilating doubts.Wonder,why i never had that.Lab exams are galloping on the tracks and i dragoon my mind into some really unpleasant things like preparing for a test series and who invented this dreadful melange of grades and exams?Students get branded by ignonimous epithets from the always-kind-to-bright-students breed of teachers.Stealing doubts seems a good option for immersing those all-knowing-oracles into a whirlpool of swirling ice but when it backfires ,results are terrible and they often show up in the marksheet adorned with beautiful red calligraphy and the eversmiling dad transforms into a frankenstein's monster while signing the progress report.


I was always smart in getting my report card signed, when my dad is in utmost urgency and emergency like whenever he is quite intent on signing off quickly for office or attending a nature's call,I keep waiting for the precious moment as a predator would eye its prey and when the time comes 'shoot'!Throughout my schooldays my father has never been able to scold me successfully because of the tactics and crisis strategies mounted by me .

I'm proud to be called as a back bencher not for negative reasons but for some highly enriching experiences.Aim a rocket to a crest and there 'll be a whole commotion set in classroom and the teacher ll walkout saying "unless u accept who did this mischief ,i'm not gonna handle classes for u".Exactly, we wanted that and our mission is accompolished.The next few days ll be followed by a enquiry commission conducting its investigations probing for possible suspects who are on their payroll already.

The 'underdogs' in academics never get their place and usually get a lot of it outside the classroom.But in a sense i and my friends are fortunate enough to be unique individuals with out....standing credentials rather than the book paper eating mass who suffer with intellectual diarrohea all the time.I'm not tearing down the pure geniuses but contaminated ones who try to get into the sealed trademark mineral water bottles.Those who try to act and win favours by denigrating the qualities of others and employing some goddamned diplomacy to make 'em believe and validate their points.


I'm no champion of this cause but my focus is to pinpoint certain issues that shapes the framework of a budding mind and how it can be decieved by the mistaken illusion for conceiving it as reality.Marks are not yardsticks for measuring a student's performance but just a qualification for the person, how painstakingly he has taught the subject.It is disheartening to hear the number of suicides that are reported every year during the board exam results.

Partiality and discrimination always affect the free learning habits and the real disasters happen before the actual failures ,as the mind submits itself to fractured images and self destructive patterns by meek acceptance and a sense of resignation to fate that things are created to be the way it is.Parents ,play a crucial role during the formative years as they alone have a special way of assisting a kid with aplomb.

Comparison with siblings and cousins has given a notion that it fosters competence these days , but it saps all the creative juices by trying to adapt to a false persona.All of us have individual traits which cannot be compared to anyone else in the planet.Not all of us can be a michaelangelo or a beethoven but may be a cinch more than that in our own way and satisfaction.

If a student has to maintain balance in his ecosystem,remove all the bridles and take away the saddle and let them ride on their own without any guideposts and directions ,discovering the pleasure of discoveries. May it be love,pleasure,or pain allow them to have their say at it.Afterall we are born free why do we need shackles in the form of binding decisions from kith and kin?especially career selection in conservative families.

We are free horses drinking water from grass springs and we need to completely bask in the sunshine glory masked by the intermittent lapses of shining sword like clouds and given a chance, we are all set to conquer the frontiers.Please give us that little bit of beginner's luck.

The Spectacle Of Nature - My Lessons From The Grand Master

I made some interesting inventions last week lying on the hammock over my terrace. My position was such that, you could observe the sky and the commotion in the street without any hindrance. The hiding legends Wordsworth, Tolstoy, Maupassant, Thackeray, and Blake came to the forte. This post has some analytical, poetical, philosophical content as I have put my thinking wheels into action .The focus lies in relationships between nature and us. Its impact in various walks of our lives and some random jottings.


All of us would treasure our isolated slices of existence. During those moments, feelings which have long deserted us return to examine the legitimacy and royalty of its residence and if we had kept it clean, they compete with one another to exercise its privilege of conferring the stunning Prima Donna of beauty. That was previously encrypted under the layers of reason and logic. To live life simply without the accompaniment of imprisoning greed and the merriment of satisfaction generated by a thousand tentacles of our ego is a tough task indeed, but a little introspection can help us to locate the gates under a haze, like a shaft of sunlight that shows its line of filtering of the dust particles. They are ever present but the identities are created only when the window is opened and the light is let out on its own way, it passes through its own course highly intent on seeking its destiny (i.e.) to go through another window. But on its way it highlights the dust particles and some of us have this awareness of cleaning up things after a long time and we in turn liberate some smoky particles by dusting off. It adds more visible force to the rocketing light that creates an invisible channel of communication from window to window going through the camouflage of blinding sunlight and it retraces its own individuality when the need arises. We help someone to reach his destiny and in turn we are helped to move a few steps ahead in our pursuit.


The starlit sky with its diamond encrusted expanse, harbors moon as its pendant, acknowledging its greatness with the golden spangles of shooting stars which streaks across now and then in an attempt to be the royal divine messengers, but they are just crumbs of consuming space left over in the fear for lack of celestial digestion and when it reaches earth, it becomes a specimen of utmost importance for an analyzing scientist who tries to bring the incomprehensible to comprehensive terms of understanding by observing infinitesimal samples from infinity. He takes pleasure for discovering a trivial entity and pats him selves for his saw toothed brain, which cuts the joy away from him by sinking its teeth on the flesh of innocence. Shaping abstract equations prevents us from reaching the objects as they are from our point of observation.


The shooting star and the scientist are different entities but there is a common thread of analogy which can be kneaded to the seam. A student who is a topper in the TNPCEE exam cannot be superior to a student, who is the topper of International Science Talent Exam and he in turn becomes shorter when compared with values relatively hard and higher to him. But, each of them is recognized as alpha human beings in their respective spheres of influence. Those assumptions break when exposed to higher realms of understanding. Finally, what we learn is that there is no solid definition for weakness and strength, success and failure. So, we create our own games, formulate our own rules, play in our own field by redefining the conventions and in the process we surpass the records and become a legend for others to emulate. And as for "others" they would always remain as "impostors", because they take on false identities by burying the coffins of creative thoughts deep underground. This is the reason why I hate the advertisements endorsed by celebrities.


A bacteria is a giant only under a microscope, when the slide is taken out it's just an invisible dwarf both are manifestations of the same eye but the insertion and deletion of microscope makes all the difference. That "microscope" is our "perception". "Slide" is the glass sheet over which we decipher the anatomy of various issues and even the classification. Sometimes, we ignore "virus" as a mere "bacteria" and over trivial issues we exaggerate a mere bacteria to a life threatening virus. Wrong diagnosis may be cataclysmic. To illustrate with an example, a man who falls in love thinks that his whole world revolves around that magic women. When she rejects his proposal, he starts thinking to the level of committing a suicide which is blasphemous to the gift of life endowed by god to him.


When we view a transparent glass box it results only in meaningless reflections, a haphazard deflection. Constructing an outlet for harnessed reflection helps us in observing the patterns as in a "kaleidoscope". A graceful acceptance of our entirety as they are formed in our own will, and when we rotate this kaleidoscope, we seem to be disoriented as we observe the emergence of our multifarious personalities and gleeful experiences with dynamic shades, each having an individuality of its own. When this happens, we come to know of our hidden potentials and the skylarks soar to unreachable heights. Even this urge, is an effort towards the glorious sense of being, preparing the bowl for an everlasting elixir.

An apple falling from a tree means different things to different people but it helped in making an important breakthrough in science for Newton. The idea of scientist and discovery is not dealt in the same context here. There are some of us who would have tasted the apple and could have said it's bitter, if it had fallen in our head. A casual occurrence in free solitary observation became the turnkey to unlock the wonders of science as science is a peak from which we mount our telescopes to observe the vanishing beauty of nature.


One step leads onto another, a door opened leads us to another series of doors, it is not in the luxury of unknown elements that brings us the joy of a discovery but the path of curious navigation. Because, once the doors are opened the palpitating anticipation becomes a thing of past and it is no more under the spell of stationary distraction which once was dynamic while moving through the doors.

I wish that everyone should begin this exploration of mystery and adventure as it may result in an invaluable serendipity that would spur us in our own growth and also for others.

Life Is a Game !

The Saga Of A Firefly

Leh,Kashmir. Twenty Thousand feet above the sea level. The icy winds were cutting through the layers of skin. Snow was falling like a blanket which was always being weaved by the clouds in the sky. Pine trees in uneven heights masked by the damask of milk linen gave an impression of monster in hiding. The foggy night was ending so were the misty minds. Dawn, came as though it would never come by its own discretion and even now it was reluctant to progressively blossom into a day. The footpaths, the lazy light, the shrubs, everything seemed to be sympathetic.

Indian military post at leh. It was fighting against all odds to capture an infiltrated enemy post which was strategically positioned to take off all the supplies to the Indian army. Major Vikram Sharma, commander in chief of the evacuation operations at leh. The make shift tents were fluttering in the winds with sheer ferocity highlighting the mood inside. Vikram was mounting a strategy to secure the post. He ordered his camp to be camouflaged with white deflated space suites as the snow cover in the landmass was inches thicker than the normal ground. It would be a perfect cover if they could bury themselves underneath and move like a watchful spider spinning its web for the malicious insects.

There was commotion outside disturbing the serious tea flavored conversations. A group of soldiers rushed in carrying the injured bodies of soldiers who were given the task of patrolling along the watch posts. The military doctor on duty was called in and within few moments a chopper appeared out of nowhere to transport the jawans for further medical assistance.

Major Vikram had always been a strong man after an alchemy, but at times like this, the hard shell softened to become a wax and then it melted slowly and uniformly distributing itself over the hardened ridges and contours of duty, commitment, dedication above personal interests and love for family. The period of instability never lasted long beyond the time of observation of actual pain playing on a wounded soldier's face as he is torn between the magnetic forces of patriotism and family spirit. Sometimes patriotism came first and sometimes family came first but the deceased had an expression which defied all the strong feelings he had and it seemed to savour an emotion of yearning and curious anticipation about the future course of direction for the isolated family. When Vikram returned back to his camp, the wax again solidified to become a proud rock on Mount Everest.


The plan was in the final stages of completion. The Stage was set for a show of courage and valor. Vikram took charge of this ingenious commando operation and the unit started moving with the patience of a Snail. After entering the enemy post under full camouflage they would surprise and shock them with a staccato of fire. Guerilla tactics that vikram had learned during his formative years in the Indian Military Academy. The operation was named as 'FIREFLY' as it set out under the dark cloud covers trying to bring brightness and hope to the nation.

As an youngster, Vikram wandered aimlessly in life with no meaning or purpose. All his siblings were well settled. He gave pep talks about his wish to be a 'celluloid' icon and his would-be foray into the world of movies and media. It was not until his name was deliberately taken out of his sister's marriage invitation list welcoming the guests; he felt a scorpion sting his chest. He felt next to nothing and was clouded in the universe of self pity. Vikram secretly cried about his inability and total loss of control over his life. He would take a resolve and break it moments after swearing. This made him feel like a punctured air balloon, whatever he tried the air kept escaping through a plethora of outlets. Vikram, wanted to prove something to the faces that looked away from him .He earnestly tried to show that he cared for those who cared for him but it wasn't affection, it was just a wave of sympathy that disappears the moment it reaches the shores.

Vikram, took a decision that was mocked by everyone. His intention was ill received and his parents were shocked to hear the prospect of vikram joining the army. Vikram's mother was deeply pained that her son has to go to such an extent to prove his sense of direction in life. His father was detached from all the activities he undertook thinking it to be a waste of time for meaningless indulgences. There were very few people to congratulate him on his selection. Two years of military training had changed everything. He was filled with gladiatorial self confidence and a rigorous self discipline. The ambivalence was wiped clean and replaced by a balance in judgment, which he felt, was impossible. He was rising all these years from a heap of ashes but every time he tried, he was pushed down by disparaging remarks. They were like angry sharks demanding his flesh of self esteem. Now he is a fighter and the wild aquatic antics has to recede. Vikram became Vikram Sharma as he started advancing through the ranks because he had promised his father that he would make him feel proud of his son.


Vikram, was controlling the movements of his troop every minute. Five more minutes they would be behind the final firewall of partition. His eyes were beginning to envisage the joyous jubilation after a successful operation. He saw the angels of victory lift him up through the far corridors of heaven but he hesitated for a minute, how many lives this time? There wasn't anytime for second thoughts, he had to win. Charge! He cried and within few minutes a dozen Pakistani soldiers died as they were totally unprepared for this lightning attack. Two Indian jawans were killed as the Pakistani unit staged a meek retaliation. The unit kept advancing as per major general Vikram Sharma's marching orders. The whole post was captured within forty five minutes. Indian flag was hoisted and it was flapping with eternal pride. Just when everyone thought all was over, there was a group of fighter jets that started firing indiscriminately, Vikram fought with all his experience and talent but he was on the losing ground. He eliminated two jets with his rocket launcher but he was badly wounded by the other fighter planes with successive outburst of killer missiles. He was dying; all he could do now was to arrest the attention of aircrafts until the arrival of Indian air force, which was to join shortly as a part of the operation.


With a blood stained photograph he was holding, it was his family in Gurgaon, delhi. Vikram married after his five years of service in the Indian army. He had a beautiful wife and a handsome boy kid who often imitated his dad by crawling on the ground and making sounds of machine gun as he jumped and dodged the imaginary bullets by hiding behind the flower vases. How was he to bear this news? Would he be aware that his father died while protecting the nation? If so what will be his reaction? Those were the faint movement of thoughts in the recesses of his mind; pain occupied the major portion of it. But for some reason he appeared smug in his final moments giving an impression of well defined life, when it was.


The news was received in gurgaon with ear shattering screams as his wife Ahalya fainted when she was praying with absolute earnestness and devotion. She was not in a position to believe what really happened. Ahalya was forced to accept reality after a few days and she was now standing in front of his husband's life sized portrait, he was standing before an army caravan with stars crowning his pockets with a deep green army jacket as she was reminiscing his charming face. Ahalya was vacating the house as the melancholy was too hard to tolerate. The times spent with him in the kitchen, in the patio, in the garden were returning like ghosts.


Just when she was about to leave the house, Ahalya accidentally dislodged the mail box and there were two mails floating in air before finally settling on to the ground. It had a Jammu and Kashmir state seal on it. She opened the envelopes and her heart swam through the black ink on it.

Dear Ahalya,

I'm really pained to write this letter, if I'm alive then we'll enjoy reading it together but if I'm not then you have certain responsibilities to carry out. I know the issue of remarriage would really be haunting your mind right now but put aside all those debates, never be confused about anything in your life that is what my life has taught me. If you think you should then go ahead, but take precious care of our boy sanjay. Never allow him to become an army officer because he would do so at his own family's peril in future.I have planned a different career for him, the country has had enough sacrifice from our household, Sanjay should be a doctor saving hundreds of lives and I would be glad if he becomes a surgeon specializing in heart ailments that would be a service of different magnitude .I protected lives but he will preserve and nourish them.I really thank you for being there when I needed you in times of despair and also in times of momentous joy when they came in flashes. I have insured my life without your knowledge and I had informed my friend to complete the necessary formalities to receive the sum of nine lakh rupees if I'm dead.


So your future is safe and secure, use this as a capital in any of your investments to move ahead in life. If I'm alive then it is a different story altogether, I'm planning to get a voluntary retirement and I have thought about opening a business with some of my ex-service men friends. My love is always with you and please be prepared for anything that might happen.

With love,Vikram.

Tears began trickling down her cheeks like an ice that would melt under a noon sun. She opened the second envelope.

Dear Sanjay,

Hereafter you'll be called as Dr.sanjay, so concentrate on your science lessons carefully from now onwards. I received your crayon paintings last week, they are excellent keep up your spirit in painting.

When I were you, I used to paint but usually the servant maid took it along with the dust bin as I used to tear them down because no one said it was good.

But you have got an affectionate mom who would treasure your paintings for years to come and safely give it to you when you mature into a fine young man.

Please don't watch violent movies as they would spoil your mind.
Develop a habit for reading as it would make you a complete man.
Obey mom, do whatever she asks you to do.

Always be daring and bold and never be shy to put across what you feel.Sanjay, I really miss you!!

With love, Dad.

Fifteen Years Later................Dr. Sanjay,

walked to the dais to receive the Param Vir Chakra award for acts of bravery and outstanding courage in the kargil war. He went on behalf of his late father to collect the award. Sanjay's mom didn't marry after her husband's demise. She thought no one could match the foresight of such an ideal man who wanted everything settled in her life even after his death.


Dr.sanjay, is a top cardiac surgeon in the country saving numerous lives every year as his dad had wished. In his table was a mini portrait of his father named "THE SAGA OF A FIREFLY",with his date of birth and year of sacrifice.

Mother Nature's Mesmerizing Magic Spells

Cool moon grants boon for beauty of vision,

Sparklers of dark sky wave royalty of ambience.

The gentle waft of breeze,

Melts through the frozen thoughts of peace.

Symphony of raindrops,

Rocks the party of melody queens in air.

The moving clouds transform into pastels of unfinished portrait,

The drooling eyes snap them in a still landscape.

Snow dews drizzle with a bustle,

To paint a masterpiece on leaf sleeves.

Rustling leaves and bustling bees,

Ravishing squeals and boxing views,

Are the stealing showcase of moongazers.

Rain drops ooze into the velvet carpets of lawn covers,

A glossy cobra crawls over them with fiery raspberry tongue slithers.

The shining beads of a cat,

The inverse stand of a bat,

Makes the night a watcher's delight.

Nostalgic memories swing with sensation

As nature reveals the blanket of time

It becomes a backdrop

And my heart flies with the wings of skies.

Innocence And Ignorance Vs Intelligence and arrogance

There were two men,Who were famous!

One was the epitome of knowledgeAnd the other was a syndrome of garbage.

x shone like a sun

while y waned like a moon

people surrounded x, While they slammed y.

x surged through the floods of power

while y set sail over still waters

x showered acids of humiliation

while y felt no obligation

x thought ,I'll conquer my destiny

while y was spinning his yarn without a memory

x drained his energy

while y felt synergy

x swam through vortex of choices

while y slowly climbed through vertex of changes

Paths of x and y diverged

They dived into the deluge

Crayonic attractions had them both

Tendencies were the same

But the undercurrents set them apart

x helped out of supreme self confidence

While y did with humble grace

x had obsessions

While y was content with his possessions

x had all the charm but y owned all the calm

Both of them met after long years

Things to share were worth aeons

As they were records of time

x was a broken mantelpiece

While y was the missing piece in his jigsaw puzzle

x wanted to know the peace behind his long miles

While y said nothing and gave a smile

x was silentmoving through the clouds of confusion

There was a lightning and there was a fusion

ignorance is bliss!! thought the arrogant intelligence.

DASAVATHARAM MOVIE REVIEW

Too many doubts about correlation of the movie, Chaos theory and Butterfly Effect have come into Picture….!!!The movie clearly states about Chaos Theory and Butterfly Effect [Kamal says it in his Speech in the Movie ]


The concept of “CHAOS THEORY” and “BUTTERFLY EFFECT”, by itself is a complex concept, which mainly highlights the happening of huge unimaginable things because of least probable things…!!!!

Dasa although deals with these concept, but does not necessarily confuse anyone with it, Its mainly “YOU”… that plays a factor in how the movie gets along with “YOU”.


To just brief about these Concepts,

Q: What is Chaotic System ?

A: Basically a chaotic system is one wherein long term predictions are impossible.Like for example,if I push a car, I know that it is going to move and it will continue to do so if I go on pushing it on and on.However,in a chaotic system,this situation cannot be predicted over a long period of time.Weather for example is a chaotic system.No matter how good your instruments are,you simply cannot predict the weather with 100% accuracy over a long term basis and forecast it.

Q: What is the Butterfly Effect ?

A: It is the most important component of a chaotic system.Basically,small perturbations results in amplifications which completely destroys the original nature of the system and makes prediction impossible.If a butterfly flaps its wings in Africa,it could result in a cyclone in USA.(Mark the word COULD).A highly dumbed down explanation of the butterfly effect is in the film Anniyan,where Vikram’s sister dies because a liquor shop owner sells liquor on a dry day.


Q: OK, how does Dasa incorporate it ?

A: In essence,Dasa talks about 8 characters who are inconsequential as such,but are integrated in a larger picture.Without Bush,the plane would have been called back.Without Shinghen, Govind would be dead.Without the tsunami,the world would have been destroyed.Even Krishnaveni Patti plays a very important role.If she had not put the vial in the idol,maybe Govind would have recovered it then and there and a powerful weapon would have been unleashed.The very fact that it went into the idol meant that it was being accelerated to its destiny.Without Kaifulla Khan, Govind would have never escaped;the list simply goes on.

Q:OK, so does the film talk about theism or atheism?

A:Neither.It talks about how humans drive the destiny of the world.
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The movie does Show ” A Butterfly ” flying accross the screen after the Tsunami Attack, clearly indicating that the Tsunami is an Outcome of ” The Butterfly effect “.

ALSOOOOOOO……..


I said that the butterfly COULD cause a hurricane.That’s a huge probability. Would be a negligible probability. NOT a huge one. if that were true, we would have cyclones on an hourly basis as butterflies keep flitting all over Africa and u don’t have so many cyclones to account for a HUGE probability.Chaos,relativity and quantum mechanics are so damn weird that you will think I am talking metaphysics and pseudoscience.Like for example,according to quantum mechanics,there is a finite probability that you will fall right through a solid chair.And it is a PROBABILITY.Even 10 to the power -26 is finite .

But yes, Quantum Mechanics does allow for weird situations.


THE CONNECTION !!!!!


check this link for a clear and complete explanation
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chaos_theory http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Butterfly_effect
In the above links u can see that butterfly’s wings might create tiny changes in the atmosphere that may ultimately alter the path of a tornado or delay, accelerate or even prevent the occurrence of a tornado in a certain location..So in dasavatharam that idol thrown into sea in 12th century is the cause for tsunami…. so everything is interlinked .The wiki entry also says that chaos could play an important role in plate techtonics. Which means even the 12th century incident is connected.

The 1st scene is perfectly connected to the climax, remember what Kamal says in the 1st scene, that he will not say “Om Nama Shivaya” , but Asin tells him to chant it , but still Kamal refuses , ( in this kamal in his story tries to tell that ) Nambi believes in his god more than anything, but Asin feels “Its ok if we change the god or chant other god’s name, its life thats most important.” Now if u see the climax its JUST OPPOSITE…. Kamal doesn’t believe in god much and values lives of people the most…. but Asin deeply believes in god and that too this dialogue comes when both Asin and Kamal’s hand is on the god which came from the sea , and it also means that they are getting united from the place they departed hundreds of years back ( Kamal and Asin).The connection between the 1st scene and the climax in the movie shows the generation circle combined with supernatural powers of GOD and destiny…..!!!


If you watch it closely u can also find another actor who has done double action other than Asin and Kamal.Asin’s father Sahasranamam [12th Century], in the beginning he says to Nambi “Panchatchira manthirathai sollitu vaango mappillai” and at the End [After tsunami] he says “Avar enna jathiyo inga vaanga paati “.Another Eg. of Chaos Theory and circle of life.JUST IMAGINE THE CHAOS THEORY IN A TAMIL FILM ??

WILL ANYONE HAVE THE GUTS TO HANDLE THIS KIND OF A SUBJECT IN A TAMIL FILM?

FURTHER————-
Nambi explanation
Okay, this is slightly outside the chaotic system driving the film as a whole.From what I could gather he says that this story is about ideologies like God,the madness surrounding such ideologies and decides to tell the story of the Shaivite-Vaishnavite conflict to show how people go crazy in the name of God as an example.As a loose end,it gets tied up in the end,when the Ranganathar idol is thrown out of the sea due to the tsunami which highlights the cyclic nature of life.Actually the Nambi character highlights both Chaos and Karma which I explained.That is the brilliance of this film,there is so much to see and understand.


Another explanation(and this is slightly far fetched— as explained earlier) is that Govind is in fact the reincaranation of Nambi. As Nambi he couldn’t protect God and died in the name of God.In order to fulfill his Karma,he is reincarnated as Govind Ramasamy who ultimately saves the world from destruction.The idol in the end somewhat hints to this theory; his story began with the idol and it ends with the idol.As far as the connection with Nambi character and events in 12th Century goes…The connection is based on the “Butterfly effect “.


When Govind and Andal goes to the bury the idol in the sands, Andal will stumble on a particular stone couple of times…This is the same stone as the one from 12th Century hen Kothai rips her Thaali and flings it at Kulothunga Chozan…it will end up hanging on the stone. So, the implied message here is Andal is Kothai reborn in the 21s century.During the encounter with Santhana Bharathi in the sand quarry, it is repeat of the incident from 12th century. Instead of Kulothunga Chozhan, it is the Sand Mafia which tries to inflict damage on the land.This movie is a brilliant juxtaposition of independent characters whose paths cross, if only briefly, which is stunning example of Chaos Theory.


The idol that is drowned in the sea along with Rangarajan in 12th century by Chozha king results in a fault being developed at the bottom of the ocean and creates tremors more than 800 years later. These tremors result in the Tsunami. This again is a classic case of Butterfly Effect wherein a seemingly inconcsequential event (the drowing of the idol) saves Tamil Nadu from being wiped out off the face of the earth.


But actually kamal has not left anything for our imagination… Explanation struck the right chord, Kamal does tell to Asin in a dialogue that idol which gets sunken back then gets struck between the tectonic plates under the sea and causes tsunami…Many people missed this dialogue i guess. Kamal’s accent was so very perfect Tamil, that many people missed it…. Being perfect Is a Problem by Itself !!!


Although the explanation is a least possible theory, that is what “Chaos Theory” And “Butterfly Effect” are all about.Its not just the statue that caused the tsunami, but it just started a large chain of effects which kept multiplying exponentially and finally lead to it after 800 years….!!Why just say this concept is perfectly illogical… it is possible… thats what i have been explaining all the while !!!


The story line is that things going wrong are made to be right which involves many people and countries knowingly or unknowingly.

Knowingly:-Bush, Manmohan Singh, Govindh, Fletcher, Balaram Naidu, Mallika Sherawath.

Unknowingly:-Nambi’s drowning to death with the heavy statue causes simple changes to the seabed that causes a devastating tsunami 800 years later [Acc. to Chaos theor it is possible.... although it is least probable... It is possible.. so nothing TOTALLY WRONG About it ]-Poovaragan(actually saved kamal unknowingly—when poovaragan enters kamal and asin were caught by those manal kollayargal.There poovaragan distracts the gang helping kamal to escape),- Avatar Singh(gave way to Fletcher to escape in the airport unknowingly),- Japanese(saved govind from fletcher,he knows he is saving but he doesnt know about the play and was there only for revenge),- Kallifulla and family(saved govind unknowingly)……..-Vincent is a dalit leader of a lower caste( the so called ) but saved an Iyengar Girl ……and at the end becomes the con of the Iyengar Paati !!- If Shingen Narahashi’s sister was not killed, Fletcher could have killed govind and used the virus for wrong purpose..This is based on Chaos Theory..!!!!!
It is marvellous that THALAIVAR Kamal has used such a device in Abhoorva Saghodhararghal, way back in 1989. To kill Delhi Ganesh, for those of you who do not remember… yet another Eg. of Chaos Theory And butterfly Effect !


The plot concept of Dasavadhaaram is logically explained by a machine used by Him in His own screenplay back then too, before 20 Years!! Be it a coincidence, or He possibly had that in mind as an inspiration, it amazes me!!