Day or night, the sun never goes down. It wallops, it gallops, it eats your head, it vibrates. But never goes down. Glittering waters or the artistry of the clouds. Deep meanders or open flings. It ain’t going down. Sun never goes down. Hope never goes down. We are hope.
Monthly Archives: August 2017
Narcos: S1 & S2
“I am ashamed. You are a murderer”. Nothing defined the paramedics of ‘Narcos’ more than these epochal words from Pablo Escobar’s father. All this blood and vengeance for a drug trafficker and a narco terrorist? Well, every story has dual lens and this one is no different. Just that, it was one hell of aContinue reading “Narcos: S1 & S2”
Flying Over Eternal Blues
A tired evening. Lousy attitude. Relaxed and bent over for some real hot and good tea. Behind the nets, it was me at my terrible best. Wait, I am coming.
I got my sparks all over the place, and I can see people going gaga over it. What about you?
The Other Side of Unknown
I have not been to this place. But I quite evidently and desperately agree. The other side is always greener.
The Lonely Sabotage – Continues to Conclude
The cops got in to an investigation after taking the bodies in to custody. The post mortem reports were no surprises but for the girl’s. The couple were identified as the girl’s parents, who were brutally murdered along with the girl, their throats slit with a kitchen knife. There were blood stains all over thereContinue reading “The Lonely Sabotage – Continues to Conclude”
The Lonely Sabotage
What begets of a sunshine girl who is conspicuously confined to the doors of darkness and anguish? She was timid but curt, pretty but not flamboyant. Besides, she liked keeping to herself. With a cherry like smile and rolling brown eyes, she was this restrained girl of unreliable dreams. Quite and outside the cynosure ofContinue reading “The Lonely Sabotage”
Am I Home?
It is 1970. Civil War. The longest running and perhaps, the most ignominious in the history of human tragedies. No war in the history of mankind has been kind. In fact, the ruthlessness lies in the aftermath, not in the ways of war. In the wake of demands for a separate state, separate constitution andContinue reading “Am I Home?”
70 Years of ‘Bharat’
We have come a long way, we have a long way to go. Every country goes through turbulence, so have we. Every country has its moments, we have had our own. Every country has a vision, we have ours. No country is perfect, the flaws exude beauty of renaissance and evolution. We did, we do,Continue reading “70 Years of ‘Bharat’”
She is an Iron Lady. I have never seen her blink an eye or being moist in a situation. She took tuition classes, her husband has a decent job and her son was studying in a boarding school in a different town. A family of 3 with dreams of their own, I knew them asContinue reading “Death Smile”
The Mother I Never Was
The Preface Motherhood is the most beautiful emotion in this world. Unconditional, unearthed and supremely human. Can this feeling be compromised? The Story On the day of child birth, we visited Martha in hospital. Martha has been the caretaker of our home and the most exquisite cook we have ever seen, for the last 7Continue reading “The Mother I Never Was”
Theatre. Drama. Roots. Hiatus. A political satire, hosted by Mylapore Fine Arts. An ovation and three cheers for the interesting attempt.