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How close can you get to defy odds for someone you never knew?

Freakish, but such uninhibited intimacy is seldom found in mortals.

‘Close’ enough!

Guilt Beyond Justice?

The greatest sinner on this planet earth survived justice. But considering them bleakly human, were they guilty?

A story of irreversible pain and pay back, a singular and historic man hunt to capture the most dangerous Nazi officer (after the man himself) and bring him to justice for what is best described as ‘monstrously beyond human crimes’.

I wish, if all covert operations (so called) could bring justice to every apocalypse that we have witnessed so far.

Historically, the series of events depicted are not very accurate. I doubt if such powerful people with insane levels of animosity could sway away with emotional quotient. I am not asking for a saint, I just want to understand the devil better.

Gun City

Aptly worded. People, circumstances and guns.

1920s. Barcelona. Political unrest, fight for freedom and liberation. The bloodshed between anarchists and cops. Both wanted peace, but never knew how to get it. Ideals and loyalty existed but we wanted more. Greed and power struggle replaced the former. Result? Another massacre of law and innocent people.

Road to Discovery

A story that takes you through a journey of hope, introspection and understanding relationships. Matured, teenagers or seniors – it’s all about perspectives in life. It’s not being right or wrong, good or bad. Be yourself, satisfaction will follow suit.

Manto

It is a story of a provocative writer, an extremely sensitive human being and above all, a victim of the evil time.

Saadat Hasan Manto’s story deserves to be told, heard and understood. Well, the context first, the writer later.

You can burn the screens, but can we destroy the conscience?

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 as parents (my wife is a better parent by all means), and the everlasting hopes of the next year bettering its predecessor.

I am done with words, let’s see my 2018 through these pictures which obviously are far more expressive, more fascinating and much more refined than my quintessential words.

Happy New Year fellas! Cheers.

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 great believer in love per se. But, love isn’t the most sweetest, isn’t the most glorious and isn’t the most vivacious emotion in your life, as it is famously depicted and air-played in our lives. I am not counting the success stories yet, but failures have had a greater impact in my life.

Great, legendary stories of live are the ones that failed miserably and were considered ‘forbidden’ in the legacy of a society. Reasons could be plenty, but what it does prove is that love equally vulnerable to the whims and fancies of the kind of world we live and breathe in. That’s why, failures matter. Such admonishment throws a jinx around which propels people to believe that they might succeed if they do things differently. But, a game to dismantle cannot establish the torrid affairs of human inconsistencies. Human beings are naive, weak and just cannot cope with this battle between love and it’s adjacent factors of ‘status quo’.

As we are generally made to believe and as infamously displayed over by the media and our own unscrupulous society, Love isn’t the indispensable ‘Jesus’ of our times. In fact, quite the opposite. If there is a punching bag for the critics, then it has to be’Love’. Though ‘Love’ claims to be unanimously unbiased, devoid of prejudices, caste, creed and religion, languages and cultures, it remains to been seen if ‘Love’ could come out of its impoverished reputation.

Love has allies – Sex, lust, brood, jealousy, money, power… The list might seem endless as long as you are willing to accept the fact that love is beyond the borders of invincibility, quite tenable, brittle and devastatingly broken between man and his heart. Heart still beats, but love continues to fade away amidst evil tentacles that surrounds our dispensable lives.

Fall in love, but don’t fall for the perils associated with this divine and absolutely torrid encounters. You can give up your heart but life is another game for a different latitude to play around. Not for this one, if I am to be asked.

Shadows of a City

‘Chekka Chivantha Vaanam’ is a bloody and furious take on the current political pounding that looms large over the state of Tamil Nadu. Raw power, lack of a legacy, absence of a true leader, distrust, insolent drama and uninhibited chaos.

As much as you despise and would like to dethrone the dishonesty of the characters, I fell in love with their shadows. Shadows – who deep down, were conniving, evil and disparingly susceptible.