Why I cannot stop reading Chick Literature

I will probably never stop reading Chick literature, which is my guilty pleasure. I love to fantasise about living in that ideal world and just be lost in there couple of hours.  For people who don’t know what a Chick Lit is, it is the kind of book guys avoid and the ones that make…

Dheeran Adigaram Onru: I would love to see more of this kind

The feeling of having watched a good movie lingers long after it was over. It makes you think, it makes you feel. The sad thing is that those movies are so very rare. That is probably why when you get to see a movie worth-watching a sense of satisfaction fills you over.   For me…

High time actor Vijay gives audience a movie we deserve

Mersal, the much hyped Diwali release and the only big budget movie of this year was a kind of movie ruined by bad screenplay and choice of hero. Seriously, what was I expecting? A movie with an actual plot is too much to ask it seems. The movie was meant to celebrate actor Vijay’s 25…

Too early to get a Holmes; Tamil cinema has to make to with Thupparivaalan

It is not difficult to understand why Tamil cinema can never get their own Sherlock Holmes. We just cannot do without sentiments, super action (unnecessary) sequences and dragging the climax just to bring out the villain sob story. Thupparivaalan tried to bring to Tamil audience the Sherlock Holmes from the 221B Baker street where actor…

The smell of old books

I love those dim and dingy rooms that smell like old books, whose pages are moth ridden and yellowed with age. Those paperbacks and hard-bounds where men and women pour their hearts out, often about their unrequited love at the footnotes. These books, which find their place in second hand roadside shops, is my haven….

Chester Bennington, a voice my teenage self still in love with

It was probably somewhere in mid 2004 when I first heard of this rock band called Linkin Park. In the sleepy little town of Nagercoil, where Rangoli and Oliyum Oliyum in Doordarshan took precedence, MTV, VTV and SS music did not exist for us let alone rock bands. Even the few who knew were keeping…

Of world of fiction and of latent desires

I love fiction. I grew up reading them, be it Jeffrey Archer, Kalki or even Sidney Sheldon. If you ask me if I would read Sheldon now, no way I would. I can only say it was a phase. There are books that I found pleasure in when I was an adolescent. There are many…

People and places

The world is indeed a beautiful place. Its mysterious dark blue oceans, Amazonian forests and structured cities and cultures, there is beauty in everything we see in the world. Just thinking about it makes me wish I were rather looking at century old architecture over a cup of coffee with a dashing Italian than writing…

Baahubali 2: Not an epic it was meant to

OK. I’m going to say this first before you guys start throwing rotten tomatoes and eggs at me. I saw Baahubali 2: The Conclusion yesterday and I loved it. Sheer visual grandeur rooted me to the spot in the darkened cinema hall. I just could not take my eyes off majestic Baahubali on an elephant,…

The land that lives: A tribute to Gabriel Garcia Marquez and his Macondo

This post comes two weeks late since death anniversary of the my favourite Colombian writer Gabriel Garcia Marquez on April 17, 2014. In addition to being a role model, he inspired me to find the surreal in the ordinary. Here is to Marquez and the world he created, Macondo.  Macondo, a land founded by the Buendias, who…

To Harry, With Love

(I wrote this piece on July 30, 2016 the day before Harry’s Birthday and the launch of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child) To Harry, Harry Potter and I go way back. I met him when I was in Class 6 separated just by a television screen. He was short, rather docile, and bespectacled with hair…