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Lumos

23 May

I trudge up the steps as the curtains fall on yet another day. I walk to the terrace and see the inky blanket they call the night sky dotted with innumerable windows to the past. As I trace their outlines and join them to form constellations, a plane goes through the small circle my thumb and forefinger makes, ripping apart the fabric of my cosmos. And in that one instant, I hear my heart stop. Is it you on the plane I wonder. Each time I see a plane, I want to ask you, are you coming home? And in the few seconds it takes for me to go down this road, the plane has flown past.

Was my heart always glass? Or did you turn sand through fire?

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One side of a paper. White. Unblemished. Not so much as an ink drop. Pristine. I wonder if it will be enough to hold all I feel. The longing pours itself drenching the words with a hint of brine. I scoffed at the idea of barely half a page to tell you what I saw when I went to places I have never been. Now I am out of words as I realize that there was never a moment when something didn’t remind me of you. The mountains, the meadows, the sculptures, the paintings. I can see your look of indulgence and exasperation as you come with me to places you didn’t know existed if only to hold my hand and kiss me as you listen to me ramble about how breath-taking something was and why. And so I try to cross the oceans between us, if only for a moment, as you complete the circuit by thinking of me.

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Revenge, redemption and romance – A review of I

15 Jan

Don’t get mad, get even.

Don’t just kill, it is far too simple. Destroy.

In I, a man (Vikram) from humble beginnings and small dreams gets an opportunity to reach for the stars and has a promising future, when suddenly everything is thrown off-balance. He learns that what he thought was a freak accident was in fact premeditated and seeks revenge. What happened to him and what he does to get back at the perpetrators is the story.

Shankar’s movies are known for their unique concepts, but he has gotten repetitive. There are several similarities to Anniyan… You just know who is next on the hit list and you guess who is the brain behind the grotesque transformation (It was too simple!) and wish Shankar made the ride a bit more.. compelling. A few songs were as necessary as Power Star. 40 days of shooting for a 5 minute song doesn’t justify it. The movie features Vikram as a hunchback for a major portion, but  after a point, you have guessed the story, know who is who and the only thing left is what is going to happen to the wrong-doers and so you sit it out. Santhanam helps keep it light and you genuinely laugh at some of his jokes.

Shankar has tried to emulate “Beauty and the beast” and it sort of works, without the emotional attachment. His movies, no matter how strong or shoddy the script, always, always score high on the visuals and this is no exception. (He is the guy who shot a song in the 7 wonders of the world, after all.) From myriad colours in China to gravity and science defying graphics, this has it all, except a something that makes it click, because visuals alone do not make a movie. The storyline by itself is rather tame. Love, loss and revenge. For the hype that it generated, it grew largely predictable as it progressed. With a budget of nearly 200 crores, the possibilities were endless and I can’t help, but say I am disappointed. Shankar needs to wake up and soon. Big budget doesn’t necessarily mean box-office hit.

Nearly all of Vikram’s movies have some element of unresolved/repressed sexuality and this is no exception. From stashes of sanitary napkins, brassieres and to dancing in what was decidedly not masculine clothes, one can’t help wondering.. Is this planned? Or does it just happen in each movie?

Vikram’s effort, determination and dedication is unparalleled, but with an actor like him in hand, a question rises .. Did the director make use of Vikram to his full potential? And was his dedication to a movie such as I justified?

I think(s) not.

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Kintsukuroi

15 Aug

 To seven years of friendship and counting. 
Happy birthday.

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“‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” —Alfred Lord Tennyson

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You asked me to write about it..
Oh darling! How I tried
If only it were so simple to scribe
As it were to fly..

How do I map lands that change,
Each time I set sail?
How do I tell you where the water flows,
When I am lost in the view?
As far as the sun’s reach,
As deep as your soul.

To feel nature’s serenade,
To want to enter his blood,
And become a raging fever.
The moon revels in her power,
For she is the Luna to his Alpha
White, distant and light years ahead,
She makes the tides turn.

You think you can shape it, love.
But, if you have tasted the madness,
You will know you are but clay.

Don’t go after it, darling..
It leads you a merry chase..
No rudder true enough,
No boat strong enough.

Let it find you..
When it blooms by itself.
It will stay with you
Till death and beyond..
If you reached for it,
And it was poison,
Leave.. But, darling,
Don’t lose hope.

With all I am,
With everything I yearn for,
I believe..
Believe, darling, for no archer
Struck bulls eye
In his first few attempts..

The journey is more your story
Than your time with her..

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Whispers

2 Jul

“Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!” – Emily Bronte.

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When the wind caresses your cheek and plays with your hair, uninhibited and free as only it can be, do you think of her? When a passing girl smiles, her eyes lighting up in silent invitation, do you remember a girl who waits thousands of miles away? When you cross the road, do you think of holding her hand? When you fall back on your pillow, do you wish she was there, holding you close?

When the heavens open up, do you wonder if she sent the clouds your way, asking them to wash away all your worries until it feels like she taught the rain the secret of her touch? When you read a book do you run your fingers over the letters, memorizing them, knowing instinctively where she cried. laughed and gasped? When night falls and the stars peek out while the moon stands guard, do you marvel at it and seek her in the sky?

When you pull on a shirt in haste and push your arm through the sleeve do you remember how that one button came off? When you walk past places with the smell of coffee do you smile as you think of her excitement if she were there? When you taste her favourite ice-cream, do you imagine if it would burn and taste the same down her throat, choking her up with memories and making it difficult to swallow?

When it is a little too cold do you gaze at your jacket and wonder how adorable she would look with the sleeves rolled up? Does this always follow with the thought of you to be wearing her warmth, after she gives it back?

When you breathe, with every breath you take, with every colour you see, do you think of her at all? Because she does. And her heart breaks anew every time she wakes up to an empty bed.

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A Full Circle

23 May

For home is whatever makes you complete. A person, a place or a hobby.

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A ceaseless, self-perpetuating movie of a forever with you, pursues me, relentlessly. It persists through every waking moment, in sleep and in that free-floating plane where dreams and reality merge and become indistinguishable.

A small tug on my arm. A persistent voice, calling out, demanding I wake up. The hands touching my face softer than silk and conveying their urgency and need, effortlessly. The call of a child to her mother.. delighted at the prospect of finding her and already wanting to snuggle against her.

I open my eyes, only to stare into pools of green.. The kind of green that pushes its way through layers of snow to tell you that spring was on its way. The kind of green that catches the light and sparkles. 

I tried to get up and take her in my arms only to be restrained by your arm curled around my waist.. Undeterred, the little tyke climbed on to the bed and tumbled on to me, giggling at falling down. As I look up into her eyes filled with joy, I realize that this world is as real as her. A reality with threads spun from dreams. A world where I come home to you. A child born out of tenderness, yearning, rapture and surrender. Unconditional in her love and artless in her affection. 

And when she asked about her name, she was told of a star that shone, of an aubade from the heavens, of the wind that was her faithful companion, of certainty, of long winding roads, of spring, of new beginnings. Because she is the Aurora to our forever.

As she squealed with excitement, I turned around to see her being lifted up by you. Forever is with you, only you. Laughing, crying, simply being.. In your arms. Until I grow old and wrinkled. Until the light leaves my eyes. I am yours irreversibly. Just as you are mine.. As their daughter grew up, her favourite story remained the one about her name. And although they didn’t know it yet, another star was on its way.

The end of one journey and the beginning of another.

I want to make you mine. Brand you. Mark you. For the world to see who you are and whose you are. For I am equal parts conqueror and captive. I have lost all of me and yet won more than I am worth.

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A/N- This is the sequel to Nasha and the last part to Aurora. Thanks for reading! I would love to know what you thought. Do leave a comment. Thanks 🙂

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