Category Archives: Nostalgia

Tale of four cities

Lawrence of Arabia http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0056172/ A pedigree of class and indulgence, this Academy de noir was a spectacular voyage. More than half a decade later, it still ranks high amidst world heritage stuff. Gloriously shot, it captures the glitz of sand and vivacity of the deserts with enormous thirst. The lengthy golden traits, the exquisite sightsContinue reading “Tale of four cities”

Nation’s Notion: Review – Midnight’ Children (A Deepa Mehta Film)

As a nation, we have transcended and befell before rising amidst tumultuous weathers. Freedom in 1947 is alright, but the transition was as beleaguered as the nation itself that was standing amongst perennial ruins. The sacrifices were largely destructive; the indelible impressions of such are still fighting the storms, till date. Deepa Mehta dwells IndiaContinue reading “Nation’s Notion: Review – Midnight’ Children (A Deepa Mehta Film)”

10

When God leaves fraternity, there is an unearthed celebration within the veins of mourning. I have to admit that his departure from the game will bring a platonic end to the childhood within myself. My passion persists for the game notwithstanding, feels like a great amount of melancholy lies within the era that saw usContinue reading “10”

random and voltage..

last 3 weeks have given my potent force, an enamored and polarized bloke! some silken laced moments, an emotional walk around some of the most beautiful lanes and by all means, being accompanied by the woman of my life is a journey of a lifetime that has just begun. don’t believe in rebirths, but doContinue reading “random and voltage..”

second coming..

“life isn’t your bane, you are!” This isn’t a typical comeback, but then with plausible child monotony, this could be a turnaround. Or, may be, it does act as a litmus test. Nevertheless, does with darned fortunes. I am in joy with the city that possibly, and inevitably, made me. I am a believer inContinue reading “second coming..”

a voyage of a different kind..

The last 3 weeks have been crazy, probably crazier than I thought it would be. But didn’t surprise myself as the transition ought to be instrumental in shaping me in the next few months. Not nerves but a feeling described yet not exported in its vague bonanza. Pre nuptial-knot days were thrilling and some fineContinue reading “a voyage of a different kind..”

as the calypso sang..

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..”

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”

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..”

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..”

Those were the days..

While sipping the customary lemon tea and exchanging pleasantries for the day with couple of my colleagues during our early morning banter, we ran in to a conversation that seldom fades away. Our younger days are our inspiration and the greatest teacher (few would disagree with me on that). We cursed our teachers, accused ourContinue reading “Those were the days..”