Reflections

There are some years in your life that you just do not want to let go of. And the saddest part is that no matter how hard you try to pull it back it still moves forward and goes behind that curtain. Yet there are some other years that you would want to shove out of the window from the top most floor of your high rise apartment and they wouldn't leave till it's time for them to leave. It took me quite some time to understand that the clock of life follows its own rhythm and that I cannot tamper with it. That's what birthdays do to you; at least from that age when your birthday cake appears to explode from the weight of the candles on it. They make you see the truth more clearly with the passage of time. I celebrated my 43rd birthday a few days ago and looking back, I noticed that every year after I turned forty has been not so easy on my poor heart. It would get worked up with anxiety and worry; right from about the strands of grey which seemed to multiply with no conc...

When I spoke about my travel destination for this month to my friends, I received a lot of ponderous ‘umm’s’ and ‘are you sure?’ and ‘why do you want to go there and do that?’ I shrugged them all off but I did have my unsaid misgivings about the trip. The past few weeks in Bangalore have been horrendous with the clogged and water logged roads resulting in torturous commute lasting for hours to cover distances in single digit kilometres. Rains has never been a favorite with the city. It just cannot handle it. Will the rains follow me all the way till there? Attappadi is known for its unpredictable nature but that’s its ultimate beauty too. Something which can never be said about a city like Bangalore which is ripping at its seams. I didn't think much but went ahead and plunged headlong in to my adventure. The place was rather unknown to me except for what I have read and heard about in bits and pieces. A tribal settlement, one of largest in the state of Kerala,...

 It must be the place! I am sure of it this time.  It must also be the people!  They make the place! What about the biting cold and the ice like drizzle? Can’t be ignored. Along with all this it is also the fact that writing and love happen in isolation; removed from daily chaos, mundane routine and a cluttered mind. I have been counting down for the Jaipur Literary Festival 2015. It’s become a favourite from the time I visited it in 2012 which was my first time exposure to the festival in the pink city which huddled up its people in the month of January! The first thing I remember about the visit is its vibrancy; of Jaipur and of  JLF. They reflected upon each other. The traditional Rajasthani warmth softened the bone biting cold to an extent. Coming from a land which we consider as God’s own, hospitality was taken for granted by us. But what I experienced in Jaipur was something else; it beat it all. Right from the rickshawalla and the tea vendor to a passerby w...

Don’t let the lack of familiarity stop you from letting be Don’t let the ways of the world thwart your connect with the free spirit within Don’t let the picking of speed and the piercing wind shut you off from the pleasure that is yet to be Things  grow richer in shade and warmer in feel on a pillion ride 

I stole some precious moments from you while you were here and made them mine. I created a memory with them. If Chaucer finds April the cruelest month, I would say December is the friendliest. It brought in visitors for me; from near and far. They brought back the precious years of growing up; from far away Germany to the quaint small town of Chengaroor in Kerala. Friends across boundaries and language and colour. . .  Friendships that felt its way through the innate innocence and warmth of being a child. From the old musty corridors of Little Flower LP School in Chengaroor, Kerala, was the first and much awaited visit that was on the cards. The date was just round the corner; December 11 th to be precise. I was meeting my childhood friend from class 2 after 34 years. Thanks to WhatsApp which brought us back together, we had already been in touch for around 6 months. We made the most of the reconnect established, albeit virtually. From the 2 nd standard classroom, way b...

An experimental venture at synching the media of cinema and theatre and of developing a play within the reel, Njaan from Ranjith Balakrishnan is an experience, very different from almost all his other movies. I got to watch it last Saturday at the Bangalore International Film Festival and if you were to ask me what’s best about the movie, I would say, the cast, hands down! The characters were chosen sensibly and chosen right. Subtlety is Ranjith’s hallmark expression and he does it sublimely. There are no power-packed dialogues, no far- too- colourful song and dance sequences or unrealistic stunts to indicate heights of emotions; instead, the magically subtle and sensual expressions that speak volumes.  Each one of the characters brought almost their whole selves on to the screen. Dulquar appeared a bit strained, at places, both in his act and in dialogue delivery, but otherwise was endearing and showed a lot of potential. A Prithvi Raj or a Fahad Fazil, would probably not h...

I came across a beautiful piece of writing in Malayalam by a gifted story teller and quintessential romantic. Ranjith Balakrishnan, a much acclaimed script writer and ace director from the Malayalam film industry takes us through his romantic ideals. A note from someone who has shown us various dimensions to romantic relationships through many of his movies. SHE A captivating melody, a beautiful poem, a couple of mesmerizing lines from a favourite book- the experience becomes complete when there is someone alongside me. There is incredible joy in enjoying an experience with someone; be it sex or a song or even a journey together. This coming together need not be between a man and a woman; it could be between two living beings or two minds. I cannot enjoy something on my own. My happiness becomes complete when I share it with someone who is close to me. Romanticism for me is not to be enjoyed in solitude but to be shared with someone dear. The notion of romance is a very ...