Wednesday, April 16, 2014


I remember the smell of the first rain. The rain water hit the ground as if to consume the fire like heat of summer. Nature's way of putting off the heat seemed so delightful.

I remember the smell of drenching in the same rain on the terraces. All the dust would mix up with the water flowing towards the pipes. One moment, my feet would be dirty and the next, clean with fresh rain. Just like the shore fun at the beach.

I remember the smell of my first plant. The small hole I dig up by the side of the drain, on a street where only a couple of bikes and scooters could go two way, housed the stem that I procured at a friend's. It was a consequence of a lesson in 'Stem propagation' of flowering plants. It grew quite well the last time I visited the town, years ago, and gives plenty of flowers. Indian streets stir up quite an emotion in elderly people looking to pick flowers for daily puja during the morning walk hours .

I remember the smell of the seasons, smell of the fresh jasmine, smell of the Eucalyptus trees, smell of the old books and the leaves and petals kept pressed in them, smell of powders from the flour mill, smell of the petroleum from Daddy's scooter and this list will go on. Indeed a childhood filled with memories of odors.

Saturday, May 04, 2013


It took a while before I could find the 'Create new post' button. So was it with LinkedIn. Surprised to see how the networking sites are on an everyday battle to keep the users. Phew!!

 For a long time, it kept occurring to me that blogging has lost its sheen because we all have shifted to 'short' opinions, updates and shorter quality moments. Is short really sweet? Or is it just a new 'smart' word for impatience? I do agree that it takes a lot of articulation to be concise and precise, all at the same time. Its quite a talent.To top it, it is a skill I never mastered. But I dont find myself reading anything that says 'Read more...' anymore!

 And oh how I cannot complete this post without a mention of the all-happy, all-celebrating vibrant social networking pages! I dont remember the last time I saw a worthy post that had as many likes or comments as a new profile picture. That established, it is interesting how a typical stream of news feed paints a beautiful picture of the world. At the risk of sounding all old and grown up, I must admit it bothers me how it influences the young adults into looking at the colorful 'perfect' world. And I need ask this question...Since when has Facebook become law? Why should anyone necessarily announce why and how happy they are? Besides, someone please help me with the definition of a 'private moment'!!

Monday, September 12, 2011

Para Bhaasha Chitralu

13 (Tzameti) - Brilliant screenplay. Crazy concept, though.

Amelie Poulain - Picture perfect frames. Subtle idea exploited in a nice way.

Trois Couleurs - Liked Rouge the best. Irene Jacob is a serene beauty.

Tale of 2 sisters - Sorry. Not too sure if I have interpreted the climax the right way.Never bothered to discuss it with anyone for the fear of being ridiculed. :P

REC 1 & 2 - Looking for an absolute thriller/horror ? Well, this one is for you!

Eskiya - A glimpse of life in Istanbul a decade and a half ago. Liked the simplicity of the movie.