It's one of those days where everything is screwed and everybody sucks. You wouldn't
awaken if you knew it would happen, and can justify ripping your boss' head off.
I didn't know it either when unfeelingly I decided to watch Priyanesthama. The
irritable quotient of this film is high enough to cause avalanches on K2.
The first few reels of the flick unleash a Surya (Venu) having major crushes on a piece of Telugu poetry and in turn the poetess (Shama). Foremost, he has no idea that it was a female writer since she wrote under a pseudonym, Giri (actually Girija). Sti....