Tuesday, August 23, 2016


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Oftentimes solitude fails at making conversations with us.
It lurks behind our backs hoping we'd notice it.
But as move one from one phase of our life to the other, waltzing from moments of euphoria to awful times of melancholia, it wishes we spot its presence.
It sits along with us on a park bench, trying to lure us into its gifted world of beauty.
In the darkness, when we run and hide from the world, it tries to befriend us.
In the bright light, as we stroll in the sidewalks, with our hands in the pockets, it extends us its hand.
Too lost in the humdrum routines of the world, we never hold it back.  
But there comes a time when we meet solitude eye to eye, and there's no going back after that.
It showers us with meaningful conversations and beautiful introspections.
As we gather our thoughts and experiences, solitude makes us realize that the greatest company a man can ever have is his own mind.
And that, my friend, is when you truly understand you have earned a true friend in yourself.

Friday, August 19, 2016

Mother's Daughter.

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I guess I was a four-year-old child when I first imagined being a mother was ultimately cool. When I was forcefully sent to school by my mother, I always assumed that all she did was stay home, watch TV, play with toys and basically have a gala time while I suffered at school. As I grew older, I understood and witnessed the amount of work my mother did with an ease that only she could pull off. It has been fourteen days since I’ve lost her and four days since I've started doing the household work along with my younger sister only to realize that stepping into the shoes of my mother is not just difficult, but also very stressful. I realized this as I had a breakdown in my office parking lot, today. However, as a four-year-old, I was still correct about the fact that being a mother is cool. I mean, who else can multitask so effortlessly?

I've been told that the loss of your mother practically paralyzes you for days and then, you are on your own, navigating the big mean world without a survival kit. Though I partly agree with it, I do not think a loss like that ends after a while. Colossal losses like this come in waves, overwhelming and drowning you every time they reach your shore. As a person who has been spoilt rotten by my folks, I find it rather impossible to waltz into the footsteps of a responsible adult overnight. Even more so, when I am dealing with pain and confusion. But then, I cannot refuse the change, can I? Such is the nature of human life. Despite losing a major chunk of your heart, you are constantly encouraged to move on with your life. To smile. To fight hard. To stay strong. My mother too was deeply strong. She had a way with her words and she used them only for good. Her joys were sedate ones too: filter coffee, a blooming rose in our garden, Telugu literature, and conversations with her youngest brother. But the problem with my mother was that she set an example too nice to even try and follow. She was never lackadaisical about anything. As a teacher, she carefully crafted and inspired many young minds and she was always particular about working hard and earning a true value for that work.

So when people are asking me if I really have the need to go back to work and attend work calls, I frankly have no better answer than this: She isn't here anymore but her dreams and her ambitions for me are here to stay. I am solely responsible for carrying them out, now and forever. This is an intensely fresh beginning for me and I am still figuring out how to be cool like her. But you know, I will figure it out eventually. Because I am my mother's daughter, after all.

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Pelli Choopulu: A Clean Entertainer Worth Not Missing.

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Picture by Kamal Kiran
Everybody loves a mean cup of filter coffee, but what matters is how well it is presented. These were my exact thoughts as I finished watching Tharun Bhascker's Pelli Choopulu on Saturday. We are all acquainted with the quintessential romantic comedies that use the tried and tested formula of 'Boy meets girl, girl meets boy, boy and girl get into several fights and then fall in love'. While Pelli Choopulu is a lot like this, it is the combination of so many good things coming together that made this movie a clean entertainer.

I have always been a lover of Vinoothna Geetha brand and when I saw the first poster of Pelli Choopulu, I was pretty certain that I'd watch the movie. And the trailer simply sealed the deal for me. Right from the first frame of the movie, Tharun Bhascker's direction, and Nagesh Banell's cinematography served as a feast to one's eye. The dialogues and the language were lucid, sometimes reminding me of the usual conversations I have at home with my family. Cherry on the cake, the music by Tapeloop has made for an even delightful experience. Ever since the music released, I have been in love with the 'Merise Merise' song. It reminds me of a good old Ilayaraja composition.

We all know how arranged marriages begin in most of the cases. 'Hey, you might gain a perspective on your life if you get married' is a common line that flows in every household. That's exactly how Prashanth (Vijay Devarakonda) and Chitra (Ritu Varma) wind up together. From the trailer, you might have already gotten a glimpse that Chitra refuses to get married, but when they find a lot of time ahead of them, instead of leaving it at just that, they talk about their lives and goals. A foodie at heart, Chitra gets excited when Prashanth tells her that he wants to be a cook. They talk about their past relationships, issues with their fathers etc. Discovering a common interest or two and with Chitra's zeal to do something and Prashanth's unwavering interest to impress his to-be father-in-law (Anish Kuruvilla), they begin working together. What happens later is something that we all know.

The narration was so clean and witty that it left the audience in splits at a couple of scenes. Vijay Devarakonda's comic timing was epic, and he played a very convincing role as a clueless youngster. But it was Ritu Varma who was the soul of the movie. She breathed into the character with an ease and I'm pretty sure she has a long way to go. Adding to that, her effortlessly elegant costumes in the movie were spot on. Before I move on, I must also mention how much I loved Anish Kuruvilla's presence on screen. He practically stood out at a lot of places.

Despite having a few flaws that could be totally ignored, I could totally vouch that Pelli Choopulu is one of the most cherishable movies of 2016. And more importantly, it is going to make way for more new talent and fresh cinema to embrace our screens. As for me, I enjoyed this mean cup of filter coffee as it was served not just hot but strong too.

Happy times ahead!

P.S. Kamal, thank youuuuu for sending me the pictures as soon as I asked. You're awesome.

Friday, July 29, 2016

Mindless Thoughts.

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I just cannot tell you how I spend many nights staring at my bookshelves. I have so much to say and so many stories to tell. But the words that my mind is carefully churning do not reach the tips of my fingers. It's on these nights, I particularly wonder if I can write only when my life breaks into tiny chunks and vanishes into nothingness. There are nights and then, there are these nights. When it is raining so beautifully outside my window and I sit inside, staring at the things around me wondering if I can muster some sentences that make sense or sound warm. I stop listening to music, I stop reading and only pay attention to the raindrops creating a slow pattern of music that I go on and on to.

It's on nights like these that I think what am I going to do if I wake up one morning and fail to put words to paper?

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Mood Swings.

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My mood swings are like shapeshifters.
One day, they are bottled up tight intact,
The other day, they are freely flowing.
They come in blacks when I anticipate the whites.
But when I expect the blacks, it's always the whites.
Grey areas, they announce unabashedly.
But grey areas are not what I like.

My mood swings are like shapeshifters.
They chase me into the darkness sometimes,
And prance around me like sunshine, the other times.
But it's more than just the confusion, you know?
To do the unwanted.
To want the undone.

My mood swings are like shapeshifters,
Even they do not know what they are in for.
It could be fancy, or it could just be plain.
But how would they know if all they do is surprise me?


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