Tagore’s illustrious works are magnificent manifestations of vindicated human encore. We famously get acquainted to those components in our daily lives as ‘Relationships’. ‘Naukadubi’ is yet another marvel from the basket of the renowned master. Rituporno’s works usually fascinate me for his treatment of characters that sink like butter in a soaked Italian loaf; Ramesh,Continue reading “Naukadubi (Bengali): Sinking sublime!”
Author Archives: Lifeoholic
Bhindi Bazaar Inc.: Stigmatic evolution!
If lust, deceit, conspiracy and the hunger to destroy self become the bane of human continent, then presentations such as BBI would rule the roost with grace. BBI is not one of it’s kind, but certainly elevates in terms of the treatment of the content and a slick screenplay amidst predator like vicinity. The conceptContinue reading “Bhindi Bazaar Inc.: Stigmatic evolution!”
The greatest story that remains untold..
When the whole nation was busy admiring the exploits of a world cup winning nation and it’s undisputed heroes, one man stood and watched unfazed. We celebrated the genius of ‘God’ but somewhere in the ambush, the greatness of one Rahul Dravid got diluted. Today, when he nears yet another glorious ton in his glitteringContinue reading “The greatest story that remains untold..”
Turbulence could be a boon..
Beware, I am not talking about broken hearts here. Neither am I redundant enough to talk about those acquaintances that never cease to exist. Probably, trying to venture out on those moments when you feel that ‘not working out’ is a blessing in disguise. I believe in relationships that selflessly caress through it’s rugged pathContinue reading “Turbulence could be a boon..”
Life’s anonymous ways..
The past few days of my life has been spent in an advent of crucial veracity; and a feeling within that says that you might be the blessed one with all the ingredients of a perfect plateau. There isn’t one, but I might be the closest to it. A brilliant Saturday afternoon coupled with eternalContinue reading “Life’s anonymous ways..”
Greenomania!
Not a self confessed gardener, but for the past few days, these plants that grace the upper stilt of our residence have shown some affection towards me. Mom and sis would be very proud :).
The All England Club: Aura of encore..
Not that I have been immersed with this beautiful game over the last few couple of years (or perhaps even more), but Wimbledon has always blown me away with it’s charm. It’s my pick amongst the 4 grand slams and inarguably, the most popular one amongst the people and critics alike. We need not beContinue reading “The All England Club: Aura of encore..”
Delhi Belly: Audaciously Quantified!
One hell of a f*****g freakish roller coaster!! Seldom do we see such novels depicted in silver screen: an audacious attempt to relinquish the pretentious magnet of youngsters and gives us a feeling of what we are with all the cosmopolitan culture cosmetics thrown in. The language, the satire, the outlook and the realism ofContinue reading “Delhi Belly: Audaciously Quantified!”
Can classics be popcornish?
Once upon a time, there used to be this golden era in the world of Hindi film soundtracks, obviously with stern references to the perennial ones. Then came the rejuvenated 80s and the congenial 90s. The subsequent decades witnessed glory and slump in vivacious intervals. 2011 is here, and I see a clear vicinity ofContinue reading “Can classics be popcornish?”
‘yeh saali zindagi’: the damn riveting consensus..
‘Is raat ki subah nahin, Hazaron khwahishen aisi, Khoya khoya chaand, Love, dosti, etc’ panned fluctuations of a meagre genre that suffice panoramic strokes. Sudhir Mishra doesn’t disappoint and delivers a slickly made non conventional drama of our pedestrian yet fabulous lives. ‘Dilli mein aag laga doonga’ defines the gist of characters that follow suitContinue reading “‘yeh saali zindagi’: the damn riveting consensus..”
7 Khoon Maaf: Seventh Wonder!
Ruskin Bond couldn’t have dreamt of such a spectacular brochure of his own work on silver screen; VB’s take on this classic is nothing short of a revelation and is beyond the congruency of the Indian audience to get the reverberation within from a magnum opus like this one. VB makes it very clear inContinue reading “7 Khoon Maaf: Seventh Wonder!”
When nostalgia kissed me..
As I happened to have ventured towards the northern territory of Chennai or the old Madras, as it is popularly syndicated, the flashback in me triggered unsurmountable waves. This is was probably one of those first instances when the need arose to be wandering in the vicinity of the legendary city and I must admit,Continue reading “When nostalgia kissed me..”
@Lifeoholic 