7 time steeplechase National Champion, sole representation of the country in 1958 Tokyo Asian games and the winner in 1967 International Defence Meet. Paan Singh who?? I am sorry but pages of history don’t speak and we by our own confessions, have the inimitable ability to ignore, forget and most importantly, never augment the commencementContinue reading “Paan Singh Tomar: Glory that lost the verdict..”
Author Archives: Lifeoholic
till the next endeavour..
Arth – Mahesh Bhatt: Retro Marvel!
There are filmmaker’s who make films. And then, we have filmmakers who churn epics. They resonate and come back to us with a trace of fervour. ‘Arth’ is such a product of pandemonium class. Mahesh Bhatt ranks amongst the country’s finest minds and this probably was his most honest trade. Human relationships have always intriguedContinue reading “Arth – Mahesh Bhatt: Retro Marvel!”
Fables disconnect..
Wondrous moments never occur in sequences, they are meant to be beautifully derailed and viciously famed. Not to mention, unexpected and curative to add as incentives. My days are good with coated pleasure and the former have self confessed turbid thoughts. My ordeal isn’t a tale, but has gorgeous elements of miscarriage. And, would notContinue reading “Fables disconnect..”
J. Edgar: Cliched & Tampered Genius
Biopics have always been addictive affairs for me. And, magnitudes of such maverick proportions are rarely depicted with such audacity. Forte, remains magnetic. Class, oozes envy and a legend survives the most dramatic chapters in American history with quantum poise and touch of evil debonair. Perhaps, Nixon’s final words describe the powerhouse of a manContinue reading “J. Edgar: Cliched & Tampered Genius”
Valentine? Pseudo..
Roses galore, petals kiss your thirst and mountains spit collages of serene kiosk… At a time of penchant vows, I courageously demean the dawn to caress and make love. Very, astonishingly, brave, mild, grizzly moan and fetish desires engulf paradigm. I, fake, not to diminish but to flourish with pretentious glory. Ah, my pittance ofContinue reading “Valentine? Pseudo..”
Agneepath (2012): When the legend met his nemesis..
In the 90s, Vijay Dinanath Chauhan epitomised the fallacy of a celebrated gangster. It was touted as THE film of the Shahenshah and famously earned him the national award for an iconic performance. 21 odd years and we have Kancha Cheena rocking Mandwa with his ubiquitous aura. Rauf Lala becomes an aid for Vijay toContinue reading “Agneepath (2012): When the legend met his nemesis..”
Souvenirs from the lasting braces..
# The first day of 2012 was just another day, and not surprisingly, the ones that followed suit replicated the former. Phew! It’s so agonisingly hard to believe that things would venom upon its itself and alter to take a shape of fervour goodness. I trust and always have, that I, as human, cannot remainContinue reading “Souvenirs from the lasting braces..”
Is adequacy a deterrent?
As events come to a close with 2011, I have been quite evasive in introspection (though it has never been a forte). Me, to remain as I, has been a conflict of sorts with battling aspirations. I am denying a dud of a 2011 but have my reservations to claim it as an accomplishing one.Continue reading “Is adequacy a deterrent?”
Mayakkam Enna (Tamil Film): Gutsy and Glorious Few!
If human relationships could be bracketed under mystic wraps, then I would be the most prominent protagonist to breathe life with pretentious fame. ‘Mayakkam Enna’ is one such tantalising epic that miscodes and quotes life in phonetic modes. A great ‘hounds and fur’ portrayal of versatile characters in situations of despicable abyss, ME enthrals mostContinue reading “Mayakkam Enna (Tamil Film): Gutsy and Glorious Few!”
When dominance was ecstasy..
As I watch the ‘Agneepath Series’ at the spectacular MCG, I had my notions revisit the legacy of the OZ juggernaut. When Sehwag was dropped by the wicket keeper (few minutes before tea), I was like “Omigosh, this isn’t the Aussie side I have witnessed in the last 18 years” and my pandora wasn’t hintingContinue reading “When dominance was ecstasy..”
Lifeoholic’s memoirs..
Our ability to emote is a variable widget in our lives. It’s preinstalled but comes in to use depending upon the circumstances and the kind of people we are surrounded by. I, conspicuously and by finesse of nature, am not an emotional creature. But, moments of poignancy does take its toll. When it did evolveContinue reading “Lifeoholic’s memoirs..”
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