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.

Devil in a Mask

A flawed person’s story will be flawed. And quite evidently, it is. But amidst this saga of blunders, controversies and a misused human being, lies a person who has survived the odds to witness the luxuries of life and managed friends who could last for eternity. Despite being produced by illustrious parents, he chose to treat his life with disdain and idiocracy.

Not for Sanjay Dutt, watch it for Ranbir Kapoor. His portrayal of a flawed and disgusting human being is almost flawless and brilliant.

Rest is a combination of quality cinema and incomplete chapters in a forgettable life of an unforgiving star.

Departure With An Ethereal Promise

The days before your arrival, we bask in your aura that comes with blessing and bliss.

Your stay at our place is a revered feeling of unimaginable words, as celebration looms large under your indispensable shadows.

You stay, you conquer and evil beneath collapses.

Then, you decide to leave. And, we bid a tearful yet timid adieu amidst your courage and the ability to survive in peril, which you leave behind, till next year.

Yes, we will wait.

8

8 is a magical number. No, it’s not my favourite number by any chance of a jitter but it sure is furiously sane for Quentin Tarantino and his rustic yet brilliant and audacious script writing. 8 is just not a number from his classroom, it ushers his school of filmmaking in a way nobody else can.

As people, as individuals, we have stopped talking to each other. We have stopped having conversations in life, we don’t introspect our inner devils and we remain submerged in a world of sin without admitting that we are grossly guilty. Tarantino’s films are about conversations of life. His characters are evil and disdainful, yet so human, besieged of war, hatred, passion and what they call, ‘a diabolical bitch’. Son of a Gun, it is so ‘Tarantino’ when I say it this way.

Be it the smell of vengeance, the unceremonious hatred for the Nazis, the evil ideologies of slavery, the whims and ways of a mercurial gangster in a gang of equally super crazy, mad inhabitants or the way each of his characters infuse excruciating expressions that define the myriad ethos that our lives remain stitched in. – Tarantino is undoubtedly the Master of ‘Neo Noir’ and his ever dispensable characters.

Tarantino and few of his actors bond like ‘holy mother fuckers’ who last for a lifetime. Samuel Jackson is born to act with Tarantino and then die one day, Michael Madsen is an icon in his style of filmmaking, Christoph Waltz gave us his most inspiring and menacing performances with Tarantino and Leonardo DiCaprio was a fine revelation in Tarantino’s supremely crafted piece of work since ‘Pulp Fiction’. Not to forgot, Uma Thurman in her marauding avatar of a revenge machine in the ‘Kill Bill’ saga.

Invariably, the million dollar question is not ‘What’s next’. It’s the ‘How’ that keeps me hooked and stoned to Quentin Tarantino.

Moments of Sweetness

This Barfi from Bareily has its own poignant moments. A flawed girl with dreams, a lover who turns out to be a loser throughout and a timid guy who comes of age after realising that simplicity only allows you to be taken for granted.