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Wednesday , 27 August 2014. Stardonic An Indian Cinema Filter Blog. January 3, 2007. Bless their souls, were returning home on New Year’s Eve when disaster seems to have struck. Sandhya’s rickety old car somehow managed to entangle itself in some quality Chennai slush. 8220;Auntyji, if you ever have a flat, give me a call. I got several tires I can spare,” a grateful Sandhya is reported to have said to Sneha before leaving. Fire At Vijaykumar’s House. January 3, 2007. Fire broke out in the house of actor...

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Triviapettai: October 2006

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Monday, October 23, 2006. Where's the first murder, which DCP Raghavan starts investigating, committed? Keeranur - the place where Gautham's alma mater, Mookambigai College of Engineering. Is situated. He did his mechanical engineering there before switching to a career in films. Posted by Zero at 5:27 PM. One of the four lead characters in MMKR. Is named after a Tamil literary figure. Who? He says wistfully, in a scene from the film! A nod to the Tamil writer. Of the same name. Posted by Zero at 1:13 PM.

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Hello 2005 « Selective Amnesia

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There was a point to this. But I forgot. This Page Intentionally Left Blank. I was doing a bit of tinkering around this blog today. Mainly to add a link to the awesome, super cool, friendly, occasionally sardonic, web magazine Silver Screen.in (go here, folks: http:/ www.silverscreen.in. Anyway. I was putting in a link to SS on my blogroll (hello there stranger, welcome back to 2005) and I spent a bit of time going through the rest of the links. Where are all the good people gone? Laquo; Dec 2014. And go...

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General/Unclassified « Selective Amnesia

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There was a point to this. But I forgot. This Page Intentionally Left Blank. Posted by Chandrachoodan Gopalakrishnan. An unnecessary post to mark an arbitrary event in a meaningless tumble of an artificial construct. Hello world. Posted by Chandrachoodan Gopalakrishnan. I have had to answer one of the toughest questions I’ve faced in a long time. I was asked this question by OkCupid. The question was, “If you could take only one of the following on a road trip, which would it be? How am I travelling?

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Dreaming of Zihuatanejo: October 2005

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Friday, October 28, 2005. Making up for lost time. Ah, the last week end of October. A special time, when children dress up as the monsters they are. And scare the bejudas out of people, as they do from the moment they are born. As special as Halloween is, I love this time of the year for a more mundane reason. This weekend, time becomes time again. Not the pretend stuff we put up with during the other. Seven months of the year. Soon, we're to have this fake time for eight. And since I'm not exactly over...

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Dreaming of Zihuatanejo: September 2005

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Friday, September 30, 2005. Lembas Bread for the next year. We're a society under siege, at the mercy of tykes and teens. Every where you turn, you're confronted by yet another instance of someone bending over backwards to cater to children. Or "Convert to Buddhism. The Dalai Lama swears by meditation" or "Are you sure you're in pain? Maybe it's all in your head (no pun intended).". B) Drinking of Flu medicine: See above. D) Watching movies: Dukes of Hazzard. No more need be said. The children might hear!

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Dreaming of Zihuatanejo: Terrace

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Tuesday, July 25, 2006. A seemingly never-ending column of cars, arranged four abreast, moved at a measured, forced pace like some marching army. The mindlessness of it was comforting. A mechanical activity, which didn't require her to come up with bullet point responses to why she should be driving that car, at this hour, in that direction. Why do they call this a freeway? She'd be changing gears, and feeling a little proud if the car didn't stall. But this was. A Hummer honked her back to. Wasn't with ...