If it was raining glorious passing shots and some brilliant baseline tennis in one corner, the other corner at home celebrated Cricket’s brand new World Champion. And, a cracker of a contest it was! The Wimbledon final was expectedly a long one as I could not expect anything less from the 2 top players battlingContinue reading “Stunner of a Sunday”
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When emotions win.
How much ever we try to elude the inevitable question, an India – Pakistan Cricket Match isn’t a Cricket match any more, it never was. More significantly, it’s even more illogically placed if it is a Cricket World Cup. And, that’s exactly what unfolded today. Our emotions were more pertinent than the significance of aContinue reading “When emotions win.”
London, again.
This is my nth time in London. We visit London very often, reasons are plenty. Friends, and I think we really love London. At times, I find London overrated, sometimes so vibrant and exuding energy all the time, with all the people around. I guess, I do love London. Sorry, said that twice now. But,Continue reading “London, again.”
No Blood, Just Death
Not often do I see crime and gangster dramas without a blood splattering show. ‘Siberia’ was one such example. Less (in fact, none at all) blood, fewer dialogues, some steam to get you hot and an insanely predictable end. Love lost, cause lost, not sure why it all started in the first place. Gosh, IContinue reading “No Blood, Just Death”
Deceptive Vengeance
It’s not inspired, it’s purely taken from ‘The Invisible Guest’. Yet, watch Badla for one man’s tormenting eyes which describes a hundred tales – Mr Badal Gupta. I call it, ‘Vengeance with Venom’
Irish Waters
Quite a trip it was! Such a picturesque land of navigating waters, waves slashing against rocks invincible and the cordoned beauty of the suburban lands! Well, we never wanted to come back but civilisation has its own perils and we are bound by its torrid tentacles. A quick round up of what unfolded in 3Continue reading “Irish Waters”
Human Sans Logic
If man has to choose between money and man, he will go straight for money. In a world of such perennial aura and superlative torrents, ‘Triple Frontier’ offers solace. But I am quite deterred by the aftermath depicted. How on earth do you manage to infiltrate in to the den of a most wanted NarcoContinue reading “Human Sans Logic”
Blackmail – Vengeance is Inside
When does a person blackmail another person? When he realises that he is being screwed upright behind his back and still expected to believe that things are hunky dory between the mundane episodes of life. Well, that’s exactly the plot here. What you are bracing for is an entertaining series of encounters and the fetishContinue reading “Blackmail – Vengeance is Inside”
சர்வம் தாளமயம் – Refreshingly Rythmic
I have not watched a musical for a long time now. They don’t make classic musicals any more. But ‘சர்வம் தாளமயம்’ bought back poignant moments in a musical journey which stands out as simple, light hearted and make-you-feel-good drama with an outstanding soundtrack, which in many ways describes A R Rahman – The Master Composer.Continue reading “சர்வம் தாளமயம் – Refreshingly Rythmic”
Colours of 2018
As I bid goodbye to this year (few hours to go), I would like to remember the year with a sense of mixed emotions. I enjoyed embracing the usual suspects of life – Instability, greasy starts, disappointments, progressive altar, some wonderful moments with family, watching my son grow another year older, seeing ourselves evolving asContinue reading “Colours of 2018”
The Story of Love
Love isn’t your essentials today, it’s a feeling of abounds and benefits, especially with our generation. We don’t believe in classics, our roots are more inclined towards lust and insatiable components (sex is one of them). Just hold on before you judge me. I am not an anti-love person. In fact, I am a greatContinue reading “The Story of Love”
8
8 is a magical number. No, it’s not my favourite number by any chance of a jitter but it sure is furiously sane for Quentin Tarantino and his rustic yet brilliant and audacious script writing. 8 is just not a number from his classroom, it ushers his school of filmmaking in a way nobody elseContinue reading “8”