#ChennaiLoveStoryReview
A heartfelt romance with sincere emotions, Kiran Abbavaram Sri Gouri‘s performances & Mani Sharma‘s background score make it worth a watch, even if the climax settles for familiar territory
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Courage:
The half-submerged tribal women of MP who lay on pyres and stood beneath nooses,
just to save their rivers, their forests, and their land.
The thousands who marched yesterday in Delhi, asking for accountability.
The girl from Bihar who boarded a crowded general-compartment of a train with 20 rupees in her pocket because she thought showing up matters.
The journalist who ran, coughed, wiped the tear gas off her eyes, and kept reporting.
The young girl, under a rain of batons, asked the police, "Am I not like your child?”
The labourer who sat in solidarity, very aware of the day’s wages he is going to lose.
The young doctors who dressed wounds while being beaten up themselves.
The rickshaw driver who ferried students to the protest for free.
The blind man who couldn’t see the crowd but handed water bottles to everyone.
The strangers who anonymously sent food and the volunteers who served.
The boy from MP, who brought peanuts and an onion in a tiffin box
to a protest that met with batons and tear gas.
The brave student who after being struck on the shin with a baton, asked for another blow.
Those who stood, when standing came at a price.
When overcome by fear, courage was the only option.
History will remember those who looked at a nailed baton in the eye and did not flinch.
Te remind us that our nation was, is and will forever be, of the people.
For the last 46 years, it has been my privilege to work alongside countless talented artists and crews to create these characters, stories, and films for you all.
I'm looking forward to seeing you at the movies! DIGGER. Only in theaters this October.
Waking up to an ocean of love today has left me deeply moved. Every wish, every prayer, and every heartfelt message has filled my heart with immense gratitude. It is moments like these that remind me how blessed I am to have such warmth and kindness around me. Thank you for being such a beautiful part of my journey and for making today so special. Grateful for each and every one of you. 🙏❤️
I HATE MICHAEL
After watching MICHAEL film , my memory went back to that horrible day June 25 th , 2009 when I slept late with the television still murmuring like a ghost in the darkness of my room , and as I groggily woke up in the morning and my eyes went to the screen to see those terrible white letters against black: “Michael Jackson is Dead.”
For several long seconds,this must be a nightmare, I thought. Why the hell would I even dream something so horrible? But the banner on the tv stayed and the news ticker kept crawling.
I reached out to the remote and started switching channels and all anchors were speaking with the same solemn gravity , and I finally realised the impossible had happened.
Back in my engineering college days in Vijayawada, on January 2nd 1984 , a friend dragged me into a dingy video parlour, insisting I had to see something. The lights got switched off, and then THRILLER hit me like a punch in the gut
It was not just a song or a dance. It was an invasion.
My eyes, conditioned by a lifetime of mediocrity were violently pried open. The production, the choreography, the seamless ecstasy blended into one single divine entity .. it was spectacle on a level I had never imagined possible and at the centre of that storm was him.
MICHAEL JACKSON
He didn’t move like a human being. He glided, he exploded , he floated, he commanded the screen like a supernatural entity who just entered a human body for a few minutes of absolute dominance. I walked out of that parlour in a complete daze, my heart racing, my mind reeling. This cannot be a real person. He has to be GOD or the least a fantasy sculpted by the gods to bless us mortals on Earth.
Every subsequent music video of his only raised the bar higher. Beat It. Billie Jean. Smooth Criminal. Black or White. Remember the Time. Bad to name a few
Each one was a brand New Testament and
In every song picturisation discussion I’ve had in my career whether with my team or other directors we always circled back to his videos
His work became an unreachable benchmark, a constant source of both inspiration and humility.
And yes like I said , It was never just the dance. never just the voice. It was always the aura.
That man was like a gravitational force not subject to control
The scandals? The controversies? They never bothered me. They were background noise. What he gave my senses and my soul far outweighed anything a human court or a tabloid magazine could ever throw at him.
To me, he was either God or God’s special creation and that is exactly why I hate him.
I hate Michael Jackson for dying.
I hate him for proving that even he was human
I hate that he too needed oxygen and blood like the rest of us.
I hate that his heart could stop beating too.
I hate that I lived long enough to see those words on CNN: “Michael Jackson’s body sent to Mortuary.”
He back stabbed me.
He betrayed my fantasy.
He left heaven and became mortal.
I hate you, Michael, for turning my dream into a nightmare
And i love you.
I love you more than I can express in words
Wherever you are now, in whatever dimension, I am sure you are moonwalking across galaxies, creating space storms, with a brilliance which even the stars cannot contain.
And I will carry that daze you gave me in that Vijayawada video parlour till i die 🙏🙏🙏
Natural Star Nani’s evergreen musical blockbuster #NinnuKori is receiving a wonderful response in theatres ❤️
Thank you all for bringing back the magic once again
Wishing the ever-energetic People’s Star @sundeepkishan a very happy birthday!
Your dedication, versatility, and connection with the audience continue to inspire. Wishing you blockbuster success, happiness, and many more milestones ahead!
#HBDSundeepKishan#SIGMA#POWERPETA