Mechilpuram

I wanted to share this capture of a lighthouse that I took yesterday  As we locked eyes; in the dark, she stood tall and majestic in the distance, in it’s own right. Lighthouses may have lost their relevance over time, but people still stop by when they see one and take in its grandeur for a wee moment, even with the hubris behind them. Armed with a will to weather even the strongest of storms and disasters, it maintains it's robustness, thwarting away each challenge and standing unperturbed. It's a beacon of hope, a navigator for the men of seas during choppy weather and a marvel in its own right. She was like a lighthouse, yet so impressionable. Someone who liked to hug the waves, but stood lonely during the nights - with a fire blazing within.  This piece is for her, even though we might never cross paths again. I hope that this lighthouse gives you the hope that you seek for.

Musings It's Thursday night in Al Satwa, Dubai and you don't want to do anything better than curling up on your setee with a BluRay disc playing the movie that came out 2 years ago and with a bowl of crisps and some cold orange juice to wash it down with. Thursday night signalled the start of the weekend. How simpler were those days? You either caught the hottest movies at the theater during it's run time or sailed the high seas to get a pirated copy from Torrent sites, or just sat there patiently, waiting for it's disk to hit the neighbourhood video store.  It was ecstasy to catch a Mohanlal movie just waiting there on the shelf, just waiting there to be picked up.  At this time, I would like to recount an incident back from 2006 - 2007, when renting out a CD happened once in a blue moon. It's a cool weekend night, when we're all cooped up in front of the TV to see which movie Acha had brought home. Mind you that it's a unofficial CD, with just the name of ...

Sunday - meant Church A soundtrack that I would like to associate with Sundays, is that of Varnapakittu’s.  It’s tracks are beautiful and I remember returning back from church on rainy Sundays to watch it on Asianet, as the sky grew dark and getting ready to eat freshly made breakfast after church, riding on our Maruti Alto. It was all smiles back then, when the kid would flick the TV on and lounge on the couch, carrying my frame to watch some frames. After breakfast meant a short siesta for the elders. After lunch meant a royal siesta. Young me would be on the couch tuning into Asianet Movies and other random programs that Asianet used to air during it’s non-peak hours on Sunday afternoons. It's bliss to recall the names of movies that I was able to catch during those time slots - Thoovanathumbikal being an example. Just tuning in to be dazed by the frames. Nothing to worry about. The scene between Jayakrishnan and Madhavan, in the temple courtyard is one frame that still lives re...

Musings Nestled within the forested tops of the Western Ghats, a Rifle Club lays await - to celebrate life and the thrill of a hunt, dispersed with a flair to lay waste. Rifle Club surely marks Aashiq Abu's small win from the setback of Neelavelicham and the man can make a living out of cinematography, if he can't lay hands on a good script during the offseason. However, a visual treat can't make up for a lacking screenplay or fitting dialogues to create an aura around a movie. Co-written by Syam Pushkaran , Sharfu ( of the  Suhas-Sharfu duo), Dileesh Karunakaran and Aashiq (the first two whose body of work speak for themselves), this screenplay may not be up there as a best piece of work, because of a lack of impactful dialogues, unnecessary elevation of Anurag Kasyhap's villain character and a overall sense of pretentiousness hanging about in the air. Despite the second half being a letdown - the fun vibe, a sense of thrill and the drip maintained throughout the f...