Thursday, June 28, 2007

The Sixth Finger ...

I have a sweet, little Black Samsung Mobile bought .
Has all the features from mp3 to camera, Just like a Sixth Finger in my Hand.

It has Mobile Tracker facility where when someone took your mobile and change the SIM , the number of the new SIM will be sent to the mobile number saved in the tracker option.Nice feature heina? But what’s the use of having the feature without using it. Am blaming myself now.

Configured my favorite ring tones ( Jeans theme music for my family and Britney spears voice message - for the friends ) while receive calls.

Generally leave it in my keyboard tray,in office and near to my pillow when @ room.

On friday nite 11:30 PM, june 22 2007, i was reading the Saddam’s biography.On seeing the sony ericsson mobile on the slab,my friend ( Boopash)asked me did Arun came to room today ( Actually my friend arun was leaving home that night and inform to another friend of mine but he had not informed to me or boopash). i just told him, as mobile is there he might have gone out somewhere. But the mobile kept in the slab is not arun and its my other roommate’s mobile( they both have same type of mobiles).So my friend just closed the door without locking the same, so that arun will open it when he comes late.

That pave the way for our beloved thief to steal our mobiles ease.

Next morning, i was sleeping well till 10′o clock. Suddenly Boopash wake up me and asked where is your mobile and not able to find any of our mobiles too.simply told him that arun might be playing da, ask him and continue my morning dreams.He woke me up and told that loosu someone had took our mobiles.

OMG !!! what a lovely start for the weekend!!!3 of our mobiles were lost.

As usual our minds started thinking the fact behind this.We should have closed the door though we felt that arun might come late.Or atleast my friend should have informed to us about his travel.Or atleast one of my roommates who knows arun’s travel should have told us so that we would have locked the door.We searched the entire room.

Thought the possibility of who would have came on morning.
Is the servent maid?
Is the lady who comes to wash the clothes?
Is the guy who drops the Bisleri?
Or the friends of my Ex roommate ( Lot of guys like driver, guy working in a steel industry, guy searching for a home in chennai — these people jus come and go without our knowledge and came to know only when our house owner informed us ).
I went into a mini depression, and naturally thought that someone had stolen it.
But how can i blame anyone without any proofs or doubts. thats not fair.
I did panic, but blamed ourself of not locking the doors or atleast we should have kept the mobiles in the inner room.But more importantly, my trust in people has lost.
I started a mini rant as to how I shouldn’t trust people anymore, how there is no sanctity of private space and so on.
Might someone would have came to room and on seeing us sleeping well, the evil mind would have played the rest.
A satisfactory part is i had kept my IPOD in the backpack on that day alone ( It will be lying beside with me near to the pillow everyday).

Its pain to lose a mobile and the sad part is losing all the numbers.I had cute snaps of my Little darling ( My niece). Few poems which i typed in mobile and saved there itself.,Reminders, Favorite mp3s etc…
Its just like losing your 6th finger…

Even i thought of using the SIM Backup feature opted by HUTCH for taking the backup of all the numbers in the SIM.As usual being a lazy fellow forgot about that and in the midst of busy tasks not able to type a copy of numbers too.That too Leo’s like us will be proud of our belongings and its hard to get our belongings shared to others.

Thank god, when i bought the samsung mobile, my friend told me that common da buy IMATE or a Blackberry.Definitely i would have literally cried when i bought blackberry and lost it.

Then we blocked the sim immediately and went to hutch shop to get duplicate sim to retain the old number.Number got activated and back to my old NOKIA mobile on sunday evening.Sad part is my friends duplicate SIM got activated only on tuesday evening.

Really felt like i was in a lonely land left alone for the two days.We were much used to the compactness and easier way of communication (Usually i always do something with the mobile — Games, change the settings : let me take rest, but why shud my fingers ). Now felt bad with empty hands.But the past generation before 10 years lived without the mobile and used the landlines in the home to make a call. Our generation is void of using the memory. We wont know the numbers we saved in the mobile.Technology gaves us lot of benefits and reduced the time gap and communication but we lost the way to use our memory, planning and lot of basics.Even today my dad used to remember lot of address, phone numbers in his mind. but i wont know even my number sometimes, i have my number saved as MyNumber in the contact list .

Okei…let me use the technology but without compromising to the basics from now onwards…

Anyway every day is a day full of lessons to be learned.

Lessons learned:

Use the utility/features available ( i shud have used the SIM Backup option of hutch to take backup of my numbers, Mobile Tracker option in my mobile to trace the thief)

Avoid Communication gap ( My friend shud have informed us that Arun is going home so that we would have locked the door)

Get Clarified immediately ( atleast me or Boopash shud have asked my other roommate whether Arun have told anything that he will come late or going home)

Aware of Risk and Mitigations ( eventhough Arun will come latenite to room, we shud have locked the door and let we wake up and open the door when Arun comes back)

A tool will be good only as much as you use it…

The Blood Red ...

Monday, June 25, 2007

The Book Thief...

One of the best novel I have read after long time, it will challenge the most sophisticated reader...

The Book Thief is positioned as juvenile fiction, a story for teenage readers, Some will argue that a book so difficult and sad may not be appropriate for teenage readers…Adults will probably like it (this one did), but it’s a great young-adult novel…It’s the kind of book that can be life-changing, because without ever denying the essential amorality and randomness of the natural order, The Book Thief offers us a believable hard-won hope…The hope we see in Liesel is unassailable, the kind you can hang on to in the midst of poverty and war and violence. Young readers need such alternatives to ideological rigidity, and such explorations of how stories matter. And so, come to think of it, do adults.”

Usually i always read the preface and check the last episode of the novel to validate whether it has stupid 3 words "To Be Continued" mentioned at the end. And maytimes I buy the novel and read it without having the last episode ( It will be very embarrasing to read a novel without the last epdisode after you come to know by reading till the penultimate episode). And as usual checked this book.
The last lines in The Book Thief, where death says "I'm Haunted by Human's" will attract the readers,without keeping it in almirah to read it later.

It’s just a small story really, about among other things:
a girl,
some words,
an accordionist,
some fanatical Germans,
a Jewish fist-fighter,
and quite a lot of thievery. . . .

While the telling of the story is done simply,there is nothing simple about the novel. It is complex and many-layered.

Consider first the cover with a snaking row of dominoes and a finger about to push the first one over. Think of the layers of symbolism you, in your adult experience, can put to that image without reading the book. Read the book and relate it, in just one instance, to the events which led to the rise of Nazi Germany.

Set during World War II in Germany, this is the story of Liesel Meminger, a foster girl living outside of Munich. Liesel scratches out a meager existence for herself by stealing when she encounters something she can’t resist–books. With the help of her accordion-playing foster father, she learns to read and shares her stolen books with her neighbors during bombing raids as well as with the Jewish man hidden in her basement before he is marched to Dachau.
This is an unforgettable story about the ability of books to feed the soul.

EXCERPT from the Book:

I saw the book thief three times.


First up is something white. Of the blinding kind.Some of you are most likely thinking that white is not really a color and all of that tired sort of nonsense. Well, I'm here to tell you that it is. White is without question a color, and personally, I don't think you want to argue with me.
***A REASSURING ANNOUNCEMENT ***Please, be calm, despite that previous threat.I am all bluster--I am not violent. I am not malicious.I am a result.Yes, it was white.

It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it had pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater. Next to the train line, footprints were sunken to their shins. Trees wore blankets of ice.As you might expect, someone had died.

They couldn't just leave him on the ground. For now, it wasn't such a problem, but very soon, the track ahead would be cleared and the train would need to move on.There were two guards.There was one mother and her daughter.One corpse.The mother, the girl, and the corpse remained stubborn and silent."Well, what else do you want me to do?"The guards were tall and short. The tall one always spoke first, though he was not in charge. He looked at the smaller, rounder one. The one with the juicy red face."Well," was the response, "we can't just leave them like this, can we?"The tall one was losing patience. "Why not?"And the smaller one damn near exploded. He looked up at the tall one's chin and cried, "Spinnst du! Are you stupid?!" The abhorrence on his cheeks was growing thicker by the moment. His skin widened. "Come on," he said, traipsing over the snow. "We'll carry all three of them back on if we have to. We'll notify the next stop."As for me, I had already made the most elementary of mistakes. I can't explain to you the severity of my self-disappointment.

Originally, I'd done everything right:I studied the blinding, white-snow sky who stood at the window of the moving train. I practically inhaled it, but still, I wavered. I buckled--I became interested. In the girl. Curiosity got the better of me, and I resigned myself to stay as long as my schedule allowed, and I watched.Twenty-three minutes later, when the train was stopped, I climbed out with them.A small soul was in my arms.I stood a little to the right.The dynamic train guard duo made their way back to the mother, the girl, and the small male corpse. I clearly remember that my breath was loud that day. I'm surprised the guards didn't notice me as they walked by. The world was sagging now, under the weight of all that snow.Perhaps ten meters to my left, the pale, empty-stomached girl was standing, frost-stricken.Her mouth jittered.Her cold arms were folded.Tears were frozen to the book thief's face.

About Markus Zusak
He is the author of I Am the Messenger, winner of the Children's Book Council Book of the Year in Australia, Fighting Ruben Wolfe, an ALA Best Book for Young Adults, and Getting the Girl. The author lives in Sydney, Australia.

PS: Book is available in LandMark and Odyssey... and the next in my wishlist is " The Reluctant Fundamentalist "by Mohsin Hamid and Saddam - " The Rise and Fall ".

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Stash of substance on your IPOD...

Now you can have the TEXT of great poems, speeches, rants, philosophical doctrines, aphorisms and more on your iPod...

Type the content in the Notepad file and upload in the notes folder in ipod and have a gr88 reading...

My IPOD is full of
> Blake's Innocence & Experience
> More Haiku, Issa for the iPod
> Wittgenstein's Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus
> Selected Haiku
> Two Lincoln Speeches
> Shakespeare Monologues
> U.S. Constitution
> Declaration of Independence
> 3 Gilbert and Sullivan Lyrics
> Billy Collins Poems

PS: More addins for IPOD available....will update in forthcoming posts

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Why didn’t you want me Mommy?

Month One:
Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two:
Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I’m not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three:
You know what Mommy, I’m a girl !! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don’t like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too, and I cry with you even though you can’t hear me.

Month Four:
Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five:
You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I’m not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what’s abortion?

Month Six:
I can hear that doctor again. I don’t like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor calls it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make it stop! I can’t get away from it! Mommy!! HELP ME!! Mommy!!!! . .

Month Seven:
Mommy, I am okay. I am in God’s arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn’t you want me Mommy?

One more heart was stopped.
Two more eyes will never see.
Two more hands will never touch.
Two more legs will never run.
One more child of God destroyed.
One more mouth that will never speak...

Saturday, June 16, 2007

Mission Accomplished...

Finally the D-Day arrives.

for all the Hard work we did for the past 2 years, its time to relax and party. And the masti is, we are going to have our MS Convocation on July 2nd week.
From the day Cognizant had MOU vyth BITS for making the Associates to pursue MS degree, we had only one convocation ( Convocation for the first batch and only few associates turned up and this disappointed the academy a lot and stopped the convocation function at all).
Why not we too suffer bcoz of the past happening.

We decided and had discussion and finally come up with the request of having convocation and promised them our presence.
Cheer up Prabhu...We did it and deserve it...
I had keep up my promise of telling u all "Phir Milenge" on that day...Its ur turn :-)
Waiting for all u guys 2 meet u all soon...

Welcome aboard...

Monday, June 11, 2007

Dont scream for the change,Be the change you seek in the world...

The reason for the post is beacuse of bad experience of looking at the society and guilty of being one of the inactive person in the society.

Thanks to rediff and my project manager ( Tx jay :-)) to add up more on this post.

It was sunday evening and was rushing for my friends wedding reception.My friend mailed me, called me, sms me, reminded me repeatedly to be there as i had missed her wedding.
Seems like am a gud friend and thats why such reminders :-)

almost reached the place and searched for the reception hall.
There it comes the problem which increase my temper and ignited my dormant volcano inside the mind...

Saw a roadside tent,there lived a a mom, dad and 2 kids sleeping on the street.No one should have to live this way !
The environment portrays the family condition is very poor. Mere a tent where you can see the stars thru the roof of the rent.

The boy wears a short unfit shirt with lot of stitches and holes,trowser was in very bad condition.

In searing heat, a man lies in a fetal position and withers away the last few hours or days of his life.

Further down the gutted street, a cow has succumbed to hunger, thirst and decease.

The carcass lay sprawled across a patch of dirt. The fetid odour of rotting flesh rises unbounded.

Raucous crows and a swarm of flies compete in frenzied feeding off the animal. Pedestrians rush by, preoccupied with their own pain and hardship.

There's no time for the dead or the dying in this city.

The horde of destitute people on the streets is unsettling.

On the other side lived a rich people who is becoming richer and richer and poor is becoming much poorer...

Why such contrasts and difference.

Not only on the living condition,

Look at the traffics, roads, infra structure of the country.

Eventhough the roads are well laid, that will soon be a home for mosquitoes to breed once the rainy season is on……

Dont blame the government alone for not laying the proper roads, but its all because of us who haven’t maintained it properly.

Where has the discipline gone????, where has the mutual help and kindness gone??.

To mention few,the drive from the chennai airport to the city laid bare the unimaginable horrors that India is unfortunately known for.

In utterly chaotic traffic, devoid of discipline, etiquette or courtesy, man, beast and vehicle jostle for space.

Strange smells, jarring noise and shocking sights greet your vehicle at every turn.

The appalling poverty rattles every outsider who visits the place.

The sight of people living, eating and defecating on the streets they call home was gut-wrenching.

There is another story and a different perspective of Chennai and the rest of India.

In recent times, India's numerous success stories have received wide media coverage.

In the last few years, India has become a powerhouse for information technology services.

Educated and skilled in the complexities of computer software technology,

Indian youth are fast becoming the preferred backbone of IT departments of many a Fortune 500 company.

Indian doctors have long had a stellar reputation in the United States. The high cost of healthcare in the US and other western countries has given Indian medical tourism forceful traction.

Indians are also making the news in the fields of science, politics, business and theatre, to name a few.

Indians are Nobel Prize and Booker prize winners, congressmen, business tycoons, astronauts and CEOs of blue chip American companies.

With much publicity and high profile manoeuvering,

Indian business trumpeted its arrival on the world stage by taking control of competing businesses. The fifth richest man in the world is an Indian. His wealth was not inherited nor did he find it in his backyard.

The list goes on.

Clearly India is breaking away the shackles of colonialism and failed economic policies and a renewed confidence is taking hold.

A "can do, will do" attitude pervades the country.

The exceptionally talented and excessively wealthy co-habit the same space as the illiterate, unskilled and the destitute.

How did such a contradiction come about?

Scarcity of jobs is advanced as one reason but, as in any complex issue, there are probably many more. Caste and sub-caste, religion and regional differences feature prominently and frequently as the bane of Indian society. Each segment fiercely protects its turf.

Skewed religious teachings and beliefs have often impeded peaceful co-existence. Karma, the belief that a person's current circumstance is a result of actions in a previous life, often gets in the way of reaching out to the needy with a helping hand.

Some of these beliefs and attitudes have a crippling effect.

Society is fractured along numerous fault lines.

When India does arrive as an economic and military power, what values will it have to offer? What strengths will India project that others
would wish to emulate?

India today displays an insatiable appetite for anything western. Whether it is music, clothing and fashion or malls, morals and values,

Indians have embraced them with an unabashed zeal. But what then of the Indian culture that stretches back a few millennia.

Is there anything of value to be salvaged?

But when you drift back to thoughts of the streets of Chennai.

"How is it that such smart people can allow this to happen?"

It is not clear to us how and when the street people of India will join the mainstream of society and be able to live in dignity.

Yet we do believe that in time to come, India will find its way.

It is timely that India's ascent is taking place in these troubled times.

Perhaps, the answer lies in the religious and spiritual traditions that India has gifted the world.

It is time for calm and circumspect leadership.

The time has come for India to take its place at the table.

Consider ourselves…
Being a software engineer and having a good family background, we live happily.With a big apartment in the Heart of the city,a guard for security,a well trained sniffer dog to add up the security,
a home theater, Television, fridge, computer pc etc ect ect.You wont even have kids at home, but buy a lot of play toys to decorate the showcase . Enjoying the weekends in resorts and pubs and lot more to add up…

But I Hav’nt seen a single chair in the family staying on the roadside
Spending the time in A/C cabins without knowing the outside world ( life is outside and not end within ur cubicle ). U wont get everything by googling guys.
we remember the credit card numbers but not even the Dad's mobile itself ( are you checking ur dad's number in the mobile’s contact list :-))

Eventhough you wont believe in the tradition of Rangoli,you still wont let anyone to walk on it, as it is the creation of your family girls.Why dont you think tis concept with ur fellow citizens.

The Solution :

Believe that while India has several Silicon Valleys within it,
the country also has three Nigerias within.
"The Indian private sector is doing extraordinary things and the country is bursting with energy, yet behind all these is the reality,

"alluding to the rampant poverty that coexists with affluence. That reality,is that there are still close

to 800 million people in India who live on less than $2 a day despite India being a democracy, which is its greatest pride.

In India, democracy has not allowed the rule of the majority.

"What you see issue after issue, state after state is that powerful minorities, farmers, minority interests and landed interests

have been able to capture the political system and extract government benefits for themselves [by way of] subsidies, etc,".

Noting that Indian democracy is wedded to these powerful minorities,this is not an unfamiliar concept in democracy --

in the US they are called special interests.

But in India it has proved deadly because people who do not get represented are the ones who are powerless.
Little wonder, that at the annual United Nations Human Development Index, India fares very badly.

"It is a great shame for Indian democracy. The large majority of people have somehow slipped though the cracks. So you see that India does

worse than Bangladesh, worse than Cuba, worse than Syria, on all these measures. It does worse than many other countries

that have lower per capita GDP [gross domestic product] than India has".

"It is one of the important things that will make it impossible for India to continue
this extraordinary growth and for this growth to trickle down to the masses,". There are all kinds of models of economic policy --

from Hong Kong which was totally laissez faire to South Korea which had lots of tariffs and regulations, to Taiwan which was somewhere in the middle,

to Singapore which was pro-market but had a huge government presence.
"But there were three factors that were in common in all these East Asian models. First was broad hospitality to markets and trade,

investment in education, particularly for the poorer half of the population, and third was the investment in health".

"Those are, so far, lacking in the Indian case" .
When one looks at India's great growth story, one has to ask oneself that if the country does not make significant

investments in education and healthcare -- which is essentially the investment in children that CRY is talking about --

will India be able to sustain the growth rate and sustain it in a way that it spreads to the entire country?
What we have to do in a sense is to take advantage

of the great political strengths that India has -- its openness, its democracy, its freedom and its participation at the civic society sector".

"In other words, if India's strength is the society, not the State, if India's strength is the micro growth,

not the macro growth, if India's strength is the small entrepreneur and not the technocrat, then we have to leverage that

and use that as best as we can".
"That is where you come in because it means that the only way this problem is going to be solved is if Indian society

and the friends of Indian society mobilize and petition the government and get civic society involved, get nonprofits involved...

That is the only way to get it solved -- a broad, multi-pronged, multi-tier strategy that tries to attack the problem".
India is not going to get some "great minister of health or minister of education or minister for children's affair"

who is going to suddenly make all these things happen and therefore there is no point sitting around for a good government.

The only way it could happen is by pressing the government as well as through a charitable solution.

"It has to be bottom up approach and not a top-down approach which means that you can't wait around and hope and wish. We have to reverse them".
"All this sounds very gloomy, but I think it is less gloomy and India growth story is not as fragile as it sounds because of the faith we have on the friends like you
and few organizations which really helps poor a lot. Ignite the Ray of Hope, which one day will glow like SUN.

There are all these problems but there are all these solutions and people, who are interested,
who are motivated and who want to do something and who are beginning to change the dynamic".

If not you, who else buddy. atleast let we do our part instead of waiting for the change to occur.
You love the nasha of doing good things and once u start admiring it, the journey of life never ends...

Henry miller's quotes well on the change...

" I saw the errors I had made and assumed full responsibility for everything.
You know, instead of being a man who would say, ‘Well, it’s a rotten system we live under,’ and griping about politics,
economics and the social condition, I said, ‘Despite all that, I could have acted differently, I could have come out,’ do you see?
And I saw that as being the fault of my own nature, character and temperament.
I accepted it, and once I did that, a great weight fell off me.
I was liberated.
I was able to really enjoy myself."

What you are going to give back to this nation when you are going to sleep on the cradle of graveyard...
We must be the change we wish to see.

Dont scream for the change,Be the change you seek in the world...

Thursday, June 07, 2007

For the Chocolate Lovers...

Come across tis lovely pictures whn i surfed online sites to order Chocolates...
Cadburies come up vyth a good innovation to promo the Dairy Milk Chocs......
Fact File: Elephant
Elephants have very good memories. This helps them to survive in the wild as they can remember where to find food and water during droughts. There are two types of elephant, the African and the Asian. The way to tell the difference is that the African elephant has much larger ears. An elephant’s trunk has over 100,000 muscles and tendons, lots more than the 600 we have in our entire body.
Fact file: Zebra

Zebras are white with black stripes, and no two animals carry exactly the same markings, the greatest variations occurring around the shoulders. As the zebras move in families, the stripes help them recognise each other, as well as helping to provide a cooling system for their skin. An extinct relative of the zebra is the quagga, the last of which died in a zoo in 1883. There is currently a breeding programme to reconstruct the quagga from DNA, a few remaining skulls, pelts and photographs.
Fact File: Piano
The Piano was invented in the 1720’s by Bartolomeo Cristofori. The name piano is an abbreviation of piano et forte (soft and loud). Despite having about 230 strings the piano is not classed as a string instrument; it's part of the percussion family because the strings are struck by hammers.

Fact File: Naming Conventions

Would your little darling be just as sweet by any other name? Apparently not! Statistics reveal consistent favouritism when it comes to naming newborns in the UK. Topping the polls for boys since 1994 is Jack, despite stiff competition from Joshua, Thomas, James and Daniel, who’ve been jostling in the top five since 2002. More fickle are the females, it seems – after five years in the number one slot, Chloe was pipped to the post in 2004 by Emily, Ellie, Jessica and Sophie.

Fact File: Hippo
Despite weighing up to three tonnes, a hippo is surprisingly agile, and can gallop at speeds of up to 30kph, but it cannot jump or even step over obstacles. The skin of a hippo is extremely tough and resistant to most land and marine obstacles as well as predators, but it is so sensitive that the hippo has to spend most of its days submerged in water to protect it from sunlight. It opens its huge mouth frequently, not just to yawn but as a display of the power of its huge teeth which are prized.

PS: Being Chocoholic made my cloths fit, as i put up more weight...

Monday, June 04, 2007

A Superhero shud always be a SuperHero...

A Superhero shud be a Superhero...

Do u xpct ur Superhero always havng date vyth a girl, roaming behind her, waiting 2 have candle light dinner with her, behaving like a normal human creature who try to punish his fellow worker, justifying his act of evil...
No way ..!
A Super hero shud always be a Super Hero...
He shud mesmerise us for the entire timeline of d movie.

Cmon spidey, wht happen 2 u..u too fall on the trap :-(
Spidey 3 is full of spideys personal life and no heroism unveiled tis time...He is roaming behind Mary Jane 2 xprs his love...

In a scene,where spidey rescues a lady and the crowd started chanting...

Crowd: [cheering] Kiss him! Kiss him!Peter Parker: Go ahead, lay one on me!Gwen Stacy: Really?Peter Parker: Yeah! They’ll love it!Child in Crowd: [covering eyes] Don’t do it, Spidey![Gwen pulls a part of Spider-Man’s mask down; they kiss]Child in Crowd: Eww…
Mary Jane ( Spidy’s Girlfriend looks at all this )
Mary Jane Watson: That was OUR kiss!
Mary Jane Watson: Let me ask you something. When you kissed her, who was kissing her? Spider-man, or Peter?Mary Jane Watson: Do you want to push me away?Peter Parker: Push you away? Why would I want to push you away… I love you!

wht a pathetic scene to watch, typical Tamil cinemaism...

v slowly gtng irritated and started shouting Arae baba...wht happen 2 tis guy.Chotus and munnas shouting Spidey spidey spidey ..!!!but spidey listens to Mary jane heroic acts in the movie, mere the climax has the few action cuts that too spideys friend Harry comes to rescue spidey when he was hurt by sandman...

Here s the climax:
Peter and Aunt May are told that Sand man is the guy who killed his uncle Ben. Peter as black spidy kills the sand man and then comes to Aunt May.

Peter Parker: Flint Marko; the man who killed Uncle Ben, he was killed last night.
Aunt May: Oh my… What happened?
Peter Parker: Spider-Man killed him.
Aunt May: Spider-Man? I don’t understand, Spider-Man doesn’t kill people. What happened?Peter Parker: I uh… he… he was… I thought that you’d feel… He deserved it, didn’t he?
Aunt May: I don’t think it’s for us to say wether a person deserves to live or die.
Peter Parker: Aunt May, he killed Uncle Ben!
Aunt May: Uncle Ben meant the world to us, but he wouldn’t want us living one second with revenge in our hearts. It’s like a poison. It can take you over, before you know it, turn you into something ugly…
Peter Parker after breaking off from Mary Jane dates Eddie Brock’s girl friend. Eddie looses the job to Peter
Eddie Brock: Please, I’m begging you. If you do this, I will lose everything. There’s not a paper in town that’ll hire me.Peter Parker: You should have thought of that earlier.

Later on Eddie Brock’s becomes villain,

Peter Parker: Eddie… We can settle this…
Eddie Brock: you got a point there, Parker…
Eddie Brock: I’m thinking… Humiliation. Like what you did to me. You remember, Parker? Remember? You took my girl away from me. Now, I’m gonna take yours away from you.
Peter Parker: Eddie, it’s the suit. You’ve got to take it off.
Eddie Brock: Yeah, You’d like that, wouldn’t ya?
Peter Parker: I’ve been there, Eddie. The power; it feels good. But you’ll lose yourself to it. It’ll destroy you. Take the suit off Eddie, it’s not too late!
Eddie Brock: [“Thinking” about it] Nah… I like being *Bad*. It makes me… -HAPPY…

One more example of how spidey is like a normal Hero of Regional Films:
Harry and Peter are best pal’s but Harry always believed that Peter killed his father. In order to take revenge, Harry tries to take away Mary Jane from Peter. Mary Jane saddened by Peters behavior chooses Harry for the company. Its strange situation when we are rejected by someone we make decisions in haste. Like a creeper which just wants a tree, any tree to climb. Then we realize that we where wrong. Peter ( as black spidy ) takes Harry on even though he is his best pal and hits him badly. Later Mary Jane gets kidnapped by Eddie Brock and Sandman. Peter ( as good spidy ) goes to Harry.
Peter Parker: Harry! I need your help. I can’t take them both, not by myself.
Harry Osborn: [turns to reveal scars] You don’t deserve my help.
Peter Parker: Harry… she needs us.
Harry Osborn: Get out.
But then Harry realizes that spider man didn’t kill his father. Harry has to choose now. His best pal is in trouble. Will he allow his pride and anger or will he help Peter?
Peter fights with sand man.(Flint Marko)

Flint Marko: I didn’t want this. But I had no choice…
Peter Parker: We always have a choice. You had a choice when you killed my uncle.
Flint Marko: My daughter was dying, I needed money. I was scared. I told your uncle all I wanted was the car. He said to me ‘why dont you just put down the gun and go home?’ I realise now he was just trying to help me. Then I saw my partner running over with the cash… and the gun was in my hand… I did a terrible thing to you, I spent a lot of nights wishing I could take it back. I’m not asking you to forgive me, I just want you to understand.
Peter Parker: I’ve done terrible things too…
Flint Marko: I didn’t choose to be this. The only thing left of me now is my daughter.
Flint Marko: I’m not asking for your forgiveness. I just want you to understand.
Peter Parker: I forgive you.Peter Parker: …I forgive you…
Sand man goes away. Sometimes its difficult to understand whats good and bad. Spider man could have fought with sand man but then knowing the intension of the sandman , he decides on not doing so.

Spidy gets hit very badly by Sandman and Brock.

News Reader: This could be a tragic day for the people of New York… Could be the end of Spider-Man…

Harry jumps in from nowhere and puts his hand forward towards spidy.

Harry Osborn: [Helping Spider-Man up] Came just in time
Peter Parker: Actually, a few minutes earlier wouldn’t have been so bad.
Brock makes a deadly move on Spidy. Harry gets in the way and takes the blow.

In the end Harry stays on the laps of spidy waiting to die ,

Peter Parker: Hey, pal. How you doing?
Harry Osborn: Been better.Peter Parker: We’ll get you through this.
Harry Osborn: No.
Peter Parker: I should never have hurt you. Said those things.
Harry Osborn: None of that matters, Peter. You’re my friend.
Peter Parker: Best friend.
Harry dies on the Spidy’s lap.


Film Ends vyth a moral:
Peter Parker: Whatever comes our way, whatever battle we have raging inside us, we always have a choice. My friend Harry taught me that. He chose to be the best of himself. It’s the choices that make us who we are, and we can always choose to do what’s right.

But where does the strength of the spider gone. where does that heroic act diminished.

Spidey please come soon with ur Heroic acts in forthcoming episode...