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Against Solitude

Long has it been . The feeling of togetherness,fun and frolicking almost forgotten but never cleared away as they are memories of a good time that always linger around . Memories that remain to provide company when solitude begins to suffocate . The blistering cold wind rips the color and life off things around .It also leaves a storm swirling in your mind that brings flashes of memories that bares the emptiness in you that you no longer feel the difference between the bare branches of a tree and the lifeless journey for money and fame . Scrolling through the contacts in phone , remembering and listening the past thats bonded with each name and the beeps , takes away the forced reclusion and brings life closer. The fight against this wilderness would have been lost long ago and made confinement hold my fort if not for my phone . The heads bent down and the fingers clicking the hard plastic or the glowing glass screen , in trains and buses , in places around , reminds and comfor

Vanished in thin air

I write and now I realize . The flow of words or emotions can never be reproduced . I was writing , the flow of words eased my unsettling mind ....a network glitch and all those hundreds of words vanished with no trace .  I sit again trying to recreate it and my words are hurdled , my thoughts running berserk and me ashamed and fragile with no control over my words or emotions .

A Fresh Start - My London Diary 01

  Writing ,  always felt comfortable . The flow of words from your mind to the screen has a kick to it . I am not a good writer but i like to write . My London diary is not peacockery , its nothing but a way to share the experiences of a Chennai Paiyann in London . This is actually my first long trip ever , out of Chennai . Amidst a lot of emotions , tears , smiles , surprises , excitement , fear , big and long byes , i left Chennai . Everything beyond that line was a first time experience - Flight , the view from up top (Chennai looked lovely) , air hostess , conversations with a stranger , it was all new . A cold breeze , welcomed me to London , making me shiver, forcing me to wear my jacket and ruined my challenge to handle the cold . Shivering , i walked across a lot of strange faces , through a bunch of formalities and finally to a face , i knew all too well  - My colleague . Its been a long time since , and if i started typing about every single moment , its gonna be a ver

Bus diaries - a pleasant one!

Sometimes,  with the remains of the day we will feel pleasant and contended for no reason.  That time,  when every song you listen to is wonderful and everything you see is beautiful . Today,  is oddly that kind of day for me. A pleasant eccentricity!! With half a window open, I invite the wind and the world to show me its wonder. The bus was moving rather faster today, leaving more entry for the wind to play around. Streaks of hair from a girl sleeping in the front seat,  was dangling and trying to reach out from the corner of the seat . It brought a smile on my face. Smiling,  I stared outside to see the world - busy and colorful. Buildings with colorful lights ran behind me,  bikes and cars honking and moving,  all rushing to be at a place they want to be.  Every office building is releasing its set of lives into the road and sending them off, to their wife and children,  to their parents,  to their friends or to their solitude,  eager to talk,  eager to fight,  eager to eat....

Unfinished - Day dreaming

I think i started typin this sometime back , when i was in bus , on d way to office . This has been lying in my drafts for a long time . I dont wanna complete it now ... it was a broken day dream and shall remain as one . So just publishing it..... With the horns honking,  engines roaring and the tress moving , it is nothing but a typical week day . But I am left with a discomfort in my heart. My book,  remained deserted with no words to feed it and a fine coat of dust ruining its gloss . I sit up,  determined to revive it and sought for words from my mind,  but it was rather completely obstinate providing me with no words or clarity.  May be it was because of all the noise around. It was time to switch the view,  change the channel to a more comforting one.  I did  !!! and found myself drowning in a sea that's so unusually violent,  throwing and dangling me to corners... It was as if the waters were playing with me..... I could feel the air moving slowly out of my lungs... T

Abandoned

Kadal

  The trailer told us what the plot was . The reviews would have told you what the movie is . In my opinion , Kadal is not as expected , not even close . The first half has a few noticeable and well placed scenes which really gives off Mani’s aura but it fades and flickers in a predictable , dull and not so interesting second half . Bermes as pure evil is perfect and so is Father Sam but the growth of these characters is rather naive . The scene where Bermes tricks , Father Sam in a trap and the whole crowd losing their trust and bringing down a man of faith is nice . Expecting a perfect rise of that character after such a downfall , i was left disappointed as  Mani had just decided to let it be , just like that . On the performance front , everyone has done their best . Gautam Karthik has the stuff and has performed very naturally !! Thulasi Nair was actually a pain to the eyes !! Somehow i just couldn't see  beauty or innocence in her . The coming back of the man of fait