D for Dialog

It was only today that I saw one of the most awesome, charismatic movies that I've ever seen so far.

"Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. [laughs] Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honour to meet you and you may call me "V"."



If you haven't figured it out it by now, the movie is "V for Vendetta". Of all, this dialog was so awesome that I wanted to know what it meant to the fullest(Come on, you didn't get most of it, either!).

Voilà - French for 'here'.

Vaudevillian - a theatrical performer.

Veteran - expert.

Vicarious - to take/experience something as a substitute for someone else.

Victim - Prey.

Villain - The bad guy.

Vicissitudes - Unfortunate turn of events/circumstances.

Visage - Appearance.

Veneer - a thin cover/veil(that's a V again btw :-P ).

Vanity - Pride(usually excessive).

Vestige - A trace.

Vox populi - Latin for "Voice of the people"(denotes the oppressive times, that the movie is set in)

Vacant - Empty.

Vanished - Disappeared.

Valorous - Of bravery.

Visitation - To visit(as simple as that :-D )

Vexation - To be vexed.

Vivified - Brought to life.

Vowed - To have sworn.

Vanquish - To destroy.

Venal - Corrupt.

Virulent - Dangerously poisonous.

Vermin - Relating to pests(rodents, mostly).

Vanguarding - The first line of defence.

Vice - A bad habit(euphemistically put).

Vouchsafing - Granting permission.

Violent - To mean physical harm.

Vicious - Grossly immoral.

Voracious - Insatiable.

Violation - Breaking of rules.

Volition - The act of choosing.

Verdict - Judgement.

Vengeance & Vendetta - Revenge.

Votive - A wish.

(in) Vain - The outcome being fruitless.

Value - Price.

Veracity - Accuracy.

Vindicate - absolve/clear of suspicion.

Vigilant - Cautious.

Virtuous - Upholding moral values.

Verily - A derivative of 'very'.

Vichysoisse - A culinary item(a soup).

Verbiage - Relating to words that are too much technical.

Veer(s) - To deviate.

Verbose - Containing excessive number of words.

V - Eh? That's just V. And it's also the name of our hero.

Now, I'll keep the known words. Here's the easier version of it.

"Here! You see, a humble expert performer,cast both as prey and the villain, by the unfortunate twist of fate. This appearance, not a mere curtain of pride, is a showcase of the voice of the people, that is now, vacant and vanished. However, this brave visit of a bygone vexing event, stands revived(animated), and has vowed to bring down these corrupt and destructive pests, that defend and permit the violently immoral & insatiable, breach the freedom of choice. The only judgement is revenge, a revenge held as a wish, not in vain, for, the values and the conforming of such facts one day, shall absolve the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this word-play most deviates on the sheer quantity, so let me simply add, that its my very good honour to meet you and you may call me "V"."

Clear, but not charismatic! :-P

What a dialogue! I could only "Wow!" at the end of it.

\* unleash your thoughts */

P.S.: Then again, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look in the mirror.

Farewell

The unforgiving clock moves forward as one more year starts to draw its curtains. There is much to look back, yet the forthcoming times are those which the hold the most important of all - "Hope".

The learnt lessons aside, towards the end of this year, I'd like to say

->Thanks to those who've taught me things, the lessons were worth learning even though the learning experience was hell.

->Sorry to those who I may have hurt, intentionally or unintentionally.

->Goodbye to those who're going to leave me.

->A warm welcome to those who came into my life.

->And a huge hug to my friends who'd been with me, through thick and thin. .That you ppl were there no matter what, was my Herculade.

Carrying forward the lessons, memories, the brunts and the scars, I say goodbye to you. Farewell 2011.

Bienvenue 2012. Happy new year :)

Euphoria

Hit like tiny bullets they do, the pricky feeling is a welcome one though. Through the misty haze, fogged view and rumbling noise, the euphoric feeling gets you on new highs! Speeding at 60, it feels like being plunged into the bathtub as they show in Inception :D

Reaching home, mom's face expression is always fun to watch(anytime) :P See yourself in the mirror with every single piece of garment on your body soaked and dripping, changing clothes and that hot cup of coffee :)

You just wanna shout out, "Hell Yeah!"

The joy of getting wet in rain :) Relish it :)

The Sea Of Silence

Thus I stood, firm on the shore,

Thinking what could I possibly want more?

The water is lively, the sea and its waves,

The sound echoing through caverns and caves;

The waves plunge, drag me down,

In their arms, I'm a puppet clown;

Drowning and frowning, I can't even yell,

The sea of silence can put you through hell!

Now I stand on the shore again,

Lively, they look, these waves of pain,

Splashing at my feet, now will I complain?

It asked, "Did you only suffer?"

I said, "I learnt!" :-)

\* unleash your thoughts */

Vada Poche

There was only 5 minutes left. He had to think fast. A safe and secure location. It was a rarity that he'd have the chance to get his hands on it, he wanted to relish it all by himself. "Am I being selfish?", he thought to himself, but then convinced himself that he wasn't.

The banyan tree was the first place that came into his mind. "There's no way these people would find me there!", he thought. The bell rang, it was time, he made a move. Secretively, he went to fetch it. Then, something urged him to share it. Maybe it was the goad of the feeling of selfishness.

The carrots and beans that would look like rubies and emeralds studded onto a golden crown, the reddish-brown tinge on the rice that would give out an aroma announcing its arrival without anyone having to tell it out loud, the cloves whose symmetrical heads and linear stem would seem like the diorama of a sceptre.  It was Brinji. Being a Tambrahm, it wasn't made even rarely. Only when the elders, who'd scoff at the very scent of onion or garlic had gone on a pilgrimage, he could plead his mom for it. She'd agreed to make it that day.

Giving up on eating it all by himself, he opened his lunch box. It was his chance at reviving his long-dead taste buds.

"Thud!", he remembered.. Just as he was leaving, mom had said, "சாதம் கொழஞ்சு போச்சு டா, தயிர் சாதமா கட்டிடேன்."

Shit, vada poche! :-\

The Glance

They say that time changes everything..

It hasn't been too long.. We didn't have much in common; the endless arguments, the "Hmph!" and the turn of the heads after a petty quarrel are still there, there in my head.. Sweet :)

How much time we were together I can't even measure. As friends. Whenever you spoke at length and shared your feelings, all I could do was, give an assuring smile and say, "Everything'll be fine :) dont worry.."

Then, the time together grew shorter, but I still cherished what was left of it.. After a couple of years, it was as though I didn't even know you, the one standing in front of me. You'd grown silent, retracted, and spoke only when spoken to. It was completely unlike you, but I believed you'd do just fine. I guess you are, even now.

I saw you on the road today, you glanced. I recognized you, but you didn't. You probably, don't even know how I look like. It did goad a little, and I think its my mistake..

Though I know a lot of people by that name, do know, that whenever I hear that name, the first person that comes into my mind, is you..

I do miss you, and I am still your friend, atleast on Facebook.

Time does change everything.

I wonder how you'd have felt if you had recognized me :)

The Judge, The Judged and Chaos

They say that the absence of a practicable set of rules is called anarchy. The state of not following such a strict regime is chaos. Looking deeper into the sentence, it accounts for all the situations where there is chaos. This leads us to the first.

The Judge :-

So, who's the judge? The guy who knows everything? No, definitely not. The judge is simply someone who is a follower of the existent set of rules and who dutifully gives an opinion based on the rules that he meticulously follows,  when asked to. Does his power extend more than that? The answer to that is "No". What if the set of rules didn't exist?

Now, we'll stop at that and move on to the second.

The Judged :-

The judged is someone who, supposedly violated an existent set of rules and is obligated to follow the verdict(read opinion) pronounced by the judge mentioned afore. Based on the concept of society, he is forced to obliged, or rather, shoved that opinion down his rear. What if the rules didn't exist?

Now, if the rules don't exist, then, it is equivalent to everyone having his/her own set of rules and such an existence is called 'survival' and the 'judged's actions now come to be called 'survival instinct'.

There is order only till there is obligation, which indirectly refers to the existence of a system, which we are bound to follow. When there isn't, one sentence does eventually gain to supreme position, and that is "Shut your trap and go to hell!", don't you agree?

\* unleash your thoughts */