My Diminutive Paradise

It was a cold and breezy night in London . The trees , the buildings and everything around stood out , in the yellow hue of the street lights . We were going back home after a movie and dinner . It was then , she asked me why i love her so much and me being a "pretend-frigid" guy most of the time , i replied to her question with a shrug and a smile . She insisted for an answer and when i opened up to tell her why i adore her so much , she kept staring into my eyes and started getting all teary . I asked her why she was getting this emotional and she pointed at me and gazed into my eyes , only for me to realize that there were tears rolling down my cheeks . So much for the "frigid - emotionless" guy . She then smiled , wiping them off and rested her head on my shoulder , holding my hands tight and dozed off smiling . There were no more words , no more cold night , as our hearts did the talking and kept us warm . Looking at her , a smile blossomed on my face ...

Nothing gives happiness to a writer than the feeling of holding his favourite pen and the words that are magically mustered at his will . The pen shares an intimate bond with him that nothing else can replace . The bond together , transpires a story so beautiful that it takes the breath away from its readers . Thats how a story is born and is relived a million times in the unfettered imagination of its readers and thereby gives life to its characters . One such pen of a notorious and a secretive writer nudged the characters to write a story of their own on their own, when exchanged with the right person . And thus a story began with the exchange of a pen . The mighty magical pen started to give life to the words and with life , came love . A Love that brought the moon and the sun together , and sealed the fire and water in a magical sphere for eternity . A love that sealed me with her for life . When we first met , she used to give me a look . I thought she either found me ...

Staring at my phone I sit on a stone bench, with the music of the birds,  the roar of the fountain, the buzzing sound of the bees around these beautiful flowers keeping me company.  The breeze strokes my face gently,  making me forget everything around me and whispers in my ears that happiness is all around. Yes it is,  but for me it seems quite far away... Way beyond those roaring fountains and the concrete building. This place soothes me,  the place away from faces,  words,  emotions and responsibilities but I can't stay here.  Although I love this little paradise I found, I still have to get back to my world... The world full of keyboards and the usualities.  This patch of green that's  something close to wilderness and the solitude is making me sit for hours and I have been.. But I need to move out.. Here in this paradise of mine,  there is no room for anger,  disappointments,  failure,  or any kind of emotions....

Yes I said it and I'm sure most of you will agree too. Over the past few years we all have been running towards an ever changing and a complicated route to an invisible target,  influenced either by the society or our decision to be like everybody else around.  Technology has made us more efficient and supremely lazy.  This technology thats ruling all our lives demands everything back in return. Years back,  expertise in one skill would have made life easier.  Our dads and grand dads would have lived happily with being an expert in one area.  But now,  time is running fast and specialisation in one area is bound to make you obsolete,  not in the long run,  but in just few years or may be less than that. Being in I.T field,  expert or trying to be an expert in just one area or tech,  will give you a mighty chance for the coveted pink slip or a way to total oblivion. I understand that there are a lot of no-expert guys around for y...

"You get what you deserve" Thats an old saying , i dont belive in . One that survived the years , because it gives hope . Hope - An excuse for lack of action , for those who are weak to fight for it and those without desire . I am not you . I do not live everyday of my life struggling to just live and claw the way for a middle class that no longer exists . I have money , enough to be happy but to stay happy i need respect not the one that comes towards an act of kindness but the one that demands it - Fear . Because people forget good things , its the bad that stands for time , passed on to generations , to make them believe that there is always something or someone who can get to them and make them suffer . Its this feeling that drives humanity . Its the fear , that makes the whole world docile , except for few men with true vision . So Yes , i am not from the world you see , not from yours , but from the one hidden in its shadows . Shadows of your indifferenc...

Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine. Now!!  that's the line to start describing this experience with.  I'm not an avid follower of malayalam movies but the good ones doesn't get to evade me so easily. The first look poster,  DQ - Nithya,  and with the way the trailer leaves an impression with its wonderful music and an intriguing cinematography,  this movie went into my must-watch list instantly. Today I had the pleasure of experiencing,  as I would like to call it,  Jenuse mohamed's 100 days of love. What makes this movie special apart from the technical finesse is the great performance. The best thing about the protagonist, DQ is his subtlety and he fits perfectly into the role of BKN. You don't get to see a single scene where he either over-performs or under-performs. Nithya is gorgeous (if that word can actually define just the being she is) . "Her smile was magic" ,  exclaims BKN when d...