Tuxedos on the beach

Recently watched the movie Barfi. Its a visual treat, 100% pure cinema which takes you to a wonderland where love is in its purest form and is beyond expressions. A mute boy, an autistic girl and a girl who is confused whether to choose between true love or a comfortable life. The characters are perfectly fit for their roles, be it-The Telugu Superstar Ileana, or the fabulous Priyanka as the autistic Jhimil. Ranbir Kapoor proves yet again why he is considered the next big thing in Bollywood. His act of Barfi! lands him in the middle of a very tough competition for the Best Actor award which already features scintillating performances by Irrfan in "Paan Singh Tomar" and Nawazuddin in "GoW". But something that caught my eye was a lot more than the artistic enchantment of the movie. The lovely portrayal of the autistic Jhilmil fed food to my thoughts which were bent towards the loss of innocence and humanity among us. Cinematographer Ravi Varman has brilliantly portr...

I write this at 1.30 A.M. Its raining outside and the pitter-patter sounds like music to my ears. My rational mind tells me to stop thinking about this poetic nonsense and go to sleep. For tomorrow I have to get up early and study for my upcoming campus placement. Some other day I'd have wrestled with it, only to sleep and wake up at 8.30 (which I'll be doing anyways) but not today. I ignore my left sphere. The day has been quite amazing as I managed not to over think, which is quite an achievement given the state of affairs. For the first time in many years, darkness seems soothing to me. Not because I have something to hide, but because some times its good to not know everything. To have some unknown variables in the equation of life. I lower the head of my table lamp as the light is hurting my eyes. Its a coincidence that a book named- "Cloud Atlas" is lying on my table. I am feeling a lot more cozy from when I began. :) The clouds rumble, as if a stern father...