Power Star - The Next Superstar?

OM POWER STARAYA NAMAHA

"Kola kolaya mundharika, power star adicha nee katharika"

          If you are a Tamilan, you will surely know this punch dialogue and also the great man behind this. Dr.Srinivasan, a doctor turned actor and soon to be Super Star is now becoming a latest sensation among the college students. Due to a recent out burst of his die hard fans against Neeya Naana Gopinath for trying to bring the serious side of Power Star, he is now taking rounds in online blogging world. This blog post has got nothing to do with the issue. This blog is only to mention few achievements of this great Legend.

POWER STAR WITH A POWER START IN KOLLYWOOD

Chocolate Boy Look 

     Power Star is the only actor to hold the record for having highest number of film offers at any point of time. Here are the list of films he has acted so far,

• Ananda Thollai
• Desiya Nedunchalai
• Indra Sena
• Karungali
• Lathika
• Mannavan
• Moolakkadai Murugan
• Naane Varuven
• Pa. Ra. Pazhanisami
• Poongodi Jannalil
• Suranga Padhai
• Thiruma (A) Thirumanickam...
• Unakkaga Oru Kavithai

And the list goes on and on!

Fan Base

          Power Star has a huge fan following in Tamil Nadu. In a recent Tv show, he humbly admitted that he has around 5,00,000 (5 Lakh) fans and over 10,000 fans in every college of Tamil Nadu and he has proof for his statement. But, according to me he got the facts wrong. He is so humble and polite to mention only a part of his fan battalion. Almost everyone in Tamil Nadu loves him except for few people like Gopinath and few Social Activists.

Fanny Magnet

USP's
           Extravagant Dancing Skills
           Athletic Physique (Thoppa excluded)
           Magnetic Look (Gaandha Paarvai)
           Puppy Dog Smile
           Exotic Hairstyle (Wig)
           Inborn Acting Skills
Hit List        

          Almost every movie he acts is a Super-Dooper hit. All his movies are screened for a minimum of 300 days and its a total paisa vasool for the theater owners because our Power Star himself pays the theatre owners for every show they screen. So far, just one of his movies got released and created a history.
First Movie.
"LATHIKA" - (To know more about this movie search www.imdb.com and unfortunately "No results found" will be showing up)
And this man stands as a living example for "fight against piracy". His movie's link had never been found anywhere online, till his movie has completed a successful run for about 300 odd days. Learn from him, movie makers.
Avatars

Idhu verum sample dhaan. Main picture paakaadha. Thaanga maata!

Behind Screens

• Sponsored "Thanneer Pandhal", "More Pandhal", etc. to people who suffered in summer
• "Self volunteered" sponsorship for all college culturals
• Hundred families live in his shade, but he never gains publicity out of it (He himself mentioned this many times in interviews)
• Discounted treatment to his fans and their families (After seeing his films)
• Gives life to number of bankrupted banner companies and Mahalakshmi Talkies, Porur.
• Serious hard worker, attending Dance, Aerobics, Stunt classes regularly and Gymnastics once in a week
• The most humble celebrity at twitter who re-tweets and replies to almost every tweet from his fan
• Gives a chance to outdated heroines to perform in lead roles

Last but not least..

• Ambitious human, who believes Super Star Rajnikanth is his only competitor

          Number of achievements, masses of fans, collection of hit movies. Yet, you cannot even find a single piece of information about him in Wikipedia or anywhere online. That simple this great man is!
(Just after we mentioned about his simplicity and not publishing details in Wikipedia. One of his crazy fans has posted his details in wiki, here is the link to it  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Powerstar_Srinivasan)

P.S. We've collected all possible information about this great man to the maximum extent. If we'd left out any info, please to share it in comments so that every Powerstar veriyan will get to know more about their role model. Jai Powerstar!

All is Well for the Whistlers!

Cup'u mela kaiya vecha. . . 
Thakali kondae puduvaen! 

Aadra Bravo Aadra!

So, the buzz all around the country is not about Petrol price hike or BJP's national meet up or drafting Jan Lokpal. It is all about IPL and the controversies. Oh yeah! India's favorite game was Cricket, it is and it always will be. Especially, Indian Premiere League. Even a farmer's son or a fisherman's daughter at some nook countryside now happily watches Cricket. They don't complain about those classic shots of Dravid and Laxman, without scoring a run even after a couple of spells in Test matches, which they feel as "so boring". We can't blame those kids. With those minimal knowledge about cricket and it's classics, obviously the great Dravid, himself is the poorest hitter of the ball FOR THEM. But IPL?! Arey! It gives the maximum entertainment to them. They can see sixes flying to every possible corner of the stadium. That's what they want. That's plain justice, after all!

There's a talk about how IPL brings in separation among the regional residents of the country. It happens. Manchester has two clubs and respective fans with ever burning rivalry. But when it comes to FIFA World Cup, everyone prays for England. That is the rule of sports and faith. When there comes a national cricket match, it is obvious these people gonna love and support their most hated guy of that year's IPL season, when he wins a match for India. This is natural. And also, the intake of those foreign lads, will surely help our youngsters to get maximum exposure and experience. Take it.

Okay! Now coming to the heroes of IPL. Ah! Everyone knows who they are. "Idhu Chennai.. Chennai.. Super Kings" is their anthem. "WhistlePodu" is their enchanting spell. And their one and only motto is "Giving the ultimate fun to people, who pay to watch them playing". That is the moral and spirit of sports. And these guys are the best in them. So, what makes them the "Heroes of IPL"? Why do they always win? What makes them keep going? We'll take a quick ride into their game-book.

They never care whether they win the toss or not. Because they have Openers, Middle Order Batsmen, Tail-enders, Sloggers, Pacers, Medium Pacers, Slow bowlers, Off Spinners, Leg Spinners, Carrom bowlers, Keeper, anytime/anyplace fielders. Oh wait! That's what a team can get. But these men got all this in their every playing squad. Gosh!

Hussey or Plessis opens up with Vijay. They show some fireworks. The opposition fears and trembles. Now, even if someone gets out, Raina comes in. He's one of the best hitter in this format of the game. So, again the opposition gets shaken. Okay! After a great hardwork, they remove him too(Remember? Still one of the openers is still on). Now, there comes a man who shakes the whole stadium. Even without Indian Air Force's permission, he often flies Helicopter in Indian Air Space. A bit atrocious towards the opposition, but always adorable and cool-headed with the team and the fans. Now, someone loses their wicket. Three gone! Wait. Why fear, when Badrinath is there? That man anchors himself on one side of the pitch. By now, some 10 overs would have been over.

Let us presume that again a wicket falls. This Caribbean Bravo comes in. And plays such that we get confused whether we are chanting his name or appreciating him. Hail their parents, who named him. Bravo! Assuming another wicket falls, this machine from some Africa comes in. That's all! By this time the bowlers were atleast trying to contain the batsmen. From now, its a myth. A movie dialogue "Eppadi potaalum adikiraan da" will run inside all Tamil fans cheering around. By this time, 17-18 overs would have been bowled. Now, if a wicket falls, the other team thinks everything is over. Ah! Jadeja comes in. This is a dangerous man. He plays seldom, but on his day, he is the master. Even if he gets out, the local darling Ashwin hits boundaries and sixes. Wait! That's 9 of them. So CSK has nine batsmen, huh?! Holy!

Now they come to bowl. Hilfenhaus or Bollinger takes the ball, By that time itself, the batsman would have got butterflies in his stomach. As presumed, wickets will fall. Albie will rout some sticks in the next over. This goes. Bravo joins in the attack with that natural Caribbean hotness. Wait! Take three steps back. No! This isn't a fast bowler. This is just a spinner, Ashwin! Bowling the very first over. Has the captain gone mad?! On what note, does he ask a spinner to bowl the first over when a world class opener is striking? During all our silly doubts and chaos, a wicket falls like a plum! The local boy would have stroke!  That is the power of the captain and his boys.

Jakati or Yo Mahesh are the other locals, who kill few wickets, while those foreign lads send the batsmen, back to their dressing room every now and then. Between this, Raina, Jadeja, and everyone in the team bowls at different matches. So how many bowlers do you have? Oh! And asusual, irrespective of whether this CSK bats or bowls, they almost take the match to the last ball, just to make the BP raise, Pulse get heavier and beating, we forget to breathe, sweat glands secrete and atlast they present a visual treat, that their Captain rout a stick and walk towards pavilion, looking high with pride. This is what CSK is all about. Just Winning.

Amidst all those Match Fixing controversies and money washing, something is for sure. Every sensible man knows that a team can't continuously win just by a pre-written script or spot fixing. Even a kid, playing at our street end, will know this fact. The other teams fans will complain, complain and keep on complaining, while this yellow freaks keep on winning the title.

5 times Semi finalists 3 times Finalists 2 times Champions, with that one final remaining will add up to the stats for sure in IPL. 1 time Champion in CLT20. 

So Team Chennai and their fans.. Just #raiseyourhands and kaadhu kizhiyara maari oru #whistlepodu for this all time favorites and roaring Kings of the tournament. They are the best T20 side in the whole cricketing world. No doubts.

P.S. : Those who hate CSK, remember something. It doesn't matter who hates who. It just matters who fcuks who. You are all already fcuked badly, LOSERS!

Machi.. Open The Bottle!

:A Soup Boy Story:

Those flowers never bloomed

   Hand la Glass-u..Glass la Scothch-u..Eyes full aah Tear-u..!!

Heard it somewhere? Yeah! Verses from “Kolaveri – A Soup Boy’s song”

This is an orthodox soup boy story. He’s Sudalai Muthu a.k.a Muthu, my school friend. Now, he is an engineering student. The blanks of his school days were all filled up only by a girl, Jennifer a.k.a Jenny.

This is a typical love story, the Indian cinema usually portrays. Like those heroes. Our hero also followed few things as routine in life.

His daily routines were as follows :

Ante Meridian (A.M.)

• 6 : 00 – Wakes up from bed

• 6 : 30 – Washes his bicycle

• 6 : 45 – Stands at her street corner

• 6 : 55 – Gets the newspaper from the newspaper boy and delivers it at her house

• 7 : 00 – Again street corner

• 7 : 30 – Carefully dodges, without being caught by her brother who leaves for                          college

• 8 : 00 – Three laps of ride from this end of the street to the other and back to this end, just to check whether she’s out. Amidst that, dodging from her father, who then leaves to his office

• 8 : 30 – The girl wakes up and comes out to the verandah. Our hero’s target achieved. He goes back home to get dressed up

• 9 : 00 – Standing on the way to their school, so to see her coming in her bicycle

• 9 : 25 – She comes with that green ribbon, pink bag, red nail polish, riding on her Ladybird. Our hero smiles as if he’d been given Four Oscars, two in each hand

• 9 : 30 – Rushes to the cycle stand, parks his bicycle and runs to his classroom, however after the long bell

• 11 : 00 – Short Break. Walks in front of her class atleast 10 X 2 times in that 5 minutes

• 11 : 10 – Rushes back to his class, remembering that he hasn’t completed his homework that has to be submitted after the break

• 11 : 15 – Getting caught by his teacher and stands outside the class as a punishment (Even during which, he tries damn hard to get a view of her silhouette from her class that is quarter a mile away from his’

Prime Meridian (P.M.)

• 12 : 30 – Lunch break. Offering his lunch to his classmates and utilizing that time to stand or walk in front of her class besides writing that left out homework and getting it corrected from the same teacher, who is now in Madhu’s classroom

• 3 : 50 – After the long evening bell, running out from the class as the first one, picking up his bicycle and standing in front of school gate (All in Godspeed)

• 4 : 15 – She comes that way with her bicycle and those three regular friends, after all that girly gossips and chats

• 4 : 30 – Riding faster than Lance Armstrong (7 times Tour de’ France champ) and reaching that same street corner before she arrives

• 4 : 35 – She crosses him with a weird look on her face, as if he’s some chain snatcher

• 5 : 30 – Standing in front of a shop that is adjacent to her tuition center

• 5 : 35 – She crosses him again with that weird look

• 8 : 00 – Standing at the same shop front to see her leaving from tuition

• 9 : 00 – Goes back home. Quenches his hunger with those dried idlies that were made 2 hours back. Goes to bed, hearing latest love songs, especially the sad ones

So, this was becoming a routine for two years. After those two long years of wait and desperation, one fine day he gained all courage to go, stand in front of her with all the guts in the world and utter those three words to her. He was rehearsing the proposal, like an insane on road. Oh wait! She’s coming..

He went before her, adjusting his shirt buttons and his well done hair style.

Muthu : Jenny! Haai! This is S.K. Sudalai Muthu. Your school boy. I think you know me.

Jenny : What Muthu? (laughing) Ok. Temme. What?

Muthu : I tell you one thing. Two years waiting. Fearing. Don’t know how telling. Now courage came. So, I came. (Unfortunately, Our hero is ultimately poor in English. Even these words, he learnt from that old Anglo-Indian aunty in his next compound, by paying 225 rubees)

Jenny : Hello. Can you please make it quick? I have lots of work. (Looking him down with contempt)

Muthu : I see you in 6^th std E section. You was so very beautiful. I start to see you there. Daily came to your street, house and tuition. Daily you come in my dreams. When I see you, Ilaiyaraja music going in heart and A R Rahman music running in ears. I don’t know how telling you.. (He stammers)

Jenny : So?                                               

Muthu : I……………. Love You. (Atlast, he said)

Jenny : Huh! What? What do you think of yourself? A hero? You can’t even propose properly. You are a waste. You think I’ll love you? Just get lost. Okay? (She just blasted him out. Thank God, he never understood anything)

Muthu : Sorrynga! Thamizh la solreengala? (Sorry. Can you please say that in Tamil?

Jenny : Get lost. (Saying this she started walking away from him)

Her phone rang. She attended the call and spoke “Machi. Sorry dee. Inga oru loosu en time ah waste panniruchi. Iru vandhudaren” (Buddy. Sorry. Here, a nut wasted my time. Wait for me)

Muthu : (Mindvoice) Adipaavi! Nalla dhaana Tamizh pesaraa?! (Holy! She’s speaking well in Tamil!)

From then, our hero waited desperately in her way many times but she never turned towards him at all. Our hero didn’t have the courage to again approach her too. School also got over. She joined IIT – A. He joined some local engineering college in Chennai. He never saw her again. But even now, he remembers her and often speaks about her. He became a part time poet too. The subject of his poems is always the same. You-know-who!

She’ll be living somewhere, eating Pani Puri or Chukka Roti and dating some nerd with power-glasses like goggles, hairstyle like noodles and a rolling tongue that spits only English. That nerd can never match this idiot, who loved her deep from every organ of his’. She’s really unlucky to have missed him. Now, she will be living just as yet another girl in town. But he’d have taken care of her like a princess.

You know? Every year, on her birthday, he buys SARAKKU for old school friends. Today’s also her birthday. We all came to Pondicherry – Sarakku City. Evening party was ultimate. This divine sarakku only made me remember those days, feel for him and narrate this love story in detail.

Every soup boy's story is divine. Every soup boy is Godly. The heroine is always a Loser (of true love) .

P.S : Sarakku was extraordinary. 2 bottle Beer and 1 Half Whisky. Side-dish : Potato chips and Ravi’s Garlic Ooruga (pickle). Epic.

How'd the World started and how'll it end?

Who Cares??!!

You are better than those Saamiyars and Scientists!

Well, someone says It's all due to God. Someone else says, Science was the reason and Physics was the setup. While, the other geniuses just don't bother or care about how it all started, rather so curious about "How the hell will I get my tonight's drink? Plainly, I am one of them.

That was a pretty cool and breezy night-storm. The house's terrace was getting filled with chillness and silence. Turning the lid of that small bottle in my hand, with the World famous warrior's name printed on it, I was sitting at a corner, below the dim light with a bottle of "Goli-Soda", Mom's house made "Kaaravatthal", Next house Maami's handmade "Naarthanga-Ooruga", Like a Boss.

Okay. Coming back to that lid, it was tight and fit. Turning it was tough and hard. I was putting in all my expertise and my muscle power, which I was developing with the help of those big "Karlaa-kattai" and "Dumb-bells", the only ancestral property that my grandfather had left for our family. After a tough time, I unscrewed the lid. Felt like, I had unveiled the mystery of mankind itself.

Took out an ever-silver glass, that I'd brought from our kitchen without mom's knowledge. It was empty. That was the point, it all started. The questions in mind, the doubts in heart and that curiosity from the very bottom of my pelvis. The only thing that was striking my mind, on seeing an empty glass was "How'd the world started and how'll it end?" I started to think about it for a long time.

Now, poured an ounce of that divine liquid from that small bottle inside the glass. It was reddish brown and was looking like "Lava". Yes. That was how the world had been, before few million years ago, a hot land with a hot fluid. Well, I smiled to myself thinking of that sentence that flashed my mind, "Earth should have been fucking hot then!"

That thought added oil to the fire. To prevent any further fire accident, I started mixing that Goli-soda and that red liquid became diluted and was looking cool. Wait! This was how the solidification had occured. Rain was the reason. Continuous raining for months and years had cooled that molten lava and helped in formation of rocks and landreliefs.

Between this scientific travel, I did not notice the ant that had fallen inside the glass and was swimming in the mixture of two liquids. When I saw that, I'd thought for a moment, how many millions of microbes would be inside that liquid. That made me realize the fact, the world started with very tiny microbes and single celled organisms which gave rise to naked but tiny primitives like ants and flies. What-the!

After taking out the ant and throwing it away, without any delay or second thoughts, I gulped the mixture and bit the Kaaravatthal and licked that Naarthanga-Ooruga. It was heavenly. But the glass became empty. Okay. This is natural. It should have been some solar accident or a meteoroid stunt that would have ended the World. Who cares? I started filling it up again in the same order. This science class went on for nearly 6-7 rounds and I found the bottle had become empty. By then, I was feeling like flying with a Boeing 747 beside me, on it's course to New York.

Now, this is how a man's life ends. After realization of the world order, and the bottle becoming empty, he has to fly somewhere high to the skies, unseen thereafter. I was becoming enthusiastic and was feeling like a GOD. But that stupid alcohol was inducing my sleep centers and I was swaying right and left and atlast fell dead. Well, technically asleep. In the morning I found myself on my bed, with Mom awakening me with a cup of home-made filter coffee. On sipping it, I realized that, this divine morning with that super coffee was the moment when, my world which ended last night, actually started again.

P.S.  Fcuk those scientists and saamiyaars. My world starts everyday with that sweet cup of coffee and ends everynight with that bitter wine. I am happy. That's it.