As I watched Gayle’s exploits at the Premadasa while the Windies lifted the World T20 championship, the glares of the past could be seen lingering within. Can’t say ‘ghosts’ since any sport and its defeat stand distraught in terms of performance and the characters that hugely inflict the impact of such profound greatness. Dad chippedContinue reading “as the calypso sang..”
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Barfi! – Sweet..
Landscapes woven out of an artist’s dream, streets that flush meadows in daylight, people who appear and are human, love that has touched the arms of divinity. ‘Barfi!’ is straight out of a folklore that doesn’t exist. Rather, you and me don’t know if it ever did. In the last 15+ years of Indian Cinema,Continue reading “Barfi! – Sweet..”
romantics unleashed – an amateur classic!
a new arrival terms the beginning of an evolution, budding flowers blossom meandering fragrance amidst vane, fewer mortals discreet farther feathers, yet, I love to fall and emerge unravelled. tinsel town connotes me at a level of subjugation, a celebrity of self invokes within.. gallops like highwayman when confronted ballistically, quiver, shiver and smell theContinue reading “romantics unleashed – an amateur classic!”
Gangs of Wasseypur – 1 & 2: Blood Throttle Saga!
Menacing. A rendezvous with the devils of Wasseypur could only produce venom that bakes vengeance. And Kashyap minces no skin as flesh and barbarians in the name of preposterous empire rule a frail yet gawd-ish Wasseypur in Jharkand. Inspired by true events, Anurag’s GoW has class written all over it. It begins where it endsContinue reading “Gangs of Wasseypur – 1 & 2: Blood Throttle Saga!”
Kaka: The Retrospective
@ Anand A story of a terminally ill messiah, Hrishi da’s masterpiece lingers high above all other RK’s blockbusters. Anand Sehgal is your next door juvenile guy who weaves you in to a web of fragrant waves. He brings laughter with a unique sense of magnetism and the people around him revel in his presence.Continue reading “Kaka: The Retrospective”
When I was the Mumbaikar..
Satyamev Jayate: Slogan or statement!?
If I wander across borders in search of peace, will I get quantum or suffice the unknown elements of this planet? My school gave me the assets that defined the lanes of my life, but conspicuously, they were intangible. Guess, meant to be that way. Present talks language that preach the fetish collages of ourContinue reading “Satyamev Jayate: Slogan or statement!?”
Paan Singh Tomar: Glory that lost the verdict..
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..”
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”