Iron lung Diaries

                                                Ee Adutha Kaalathu, is a new flick from the director Arun Kumar who debuted with Cocktail. Scripted by Murali Gopi, son of the veteran actor Bharat Gopi, the film displays several terrific moments enacted by all the actors in the film so wonderfully. The film begins with the description of a Rubix cube so is the film structured like one. Crafted with witty dialogues and humorous occasions, the film keeps you tuned with the nuances through out its life. The film takes you through many interesting detours confusing the viewer which makes the story highly unpredictable. All the characters are properly furnished and exudes a brilliant performance of which Indrajith deserves the spotlight. With dialogues spoken in proper Trivandrum dialect by almost every character is a treat to watch because they have kept full dedication in...

                                                                                                                                               A bright day surfaced with a special pleasure , a thought ran through Rex's mind as he was waiting in the cafe to meet a person after a very long time. The cafe was decorated with walls coloured wine red with such exquisiteness that it always attracted youngsters yearning for the ambience to which they can bring their lovers or acquaintances. The airs seeemed to be filled by the blended aroma of coffee and chocolate which tempted people to stay there for a long time than they intended to...

Forget promises.                                                                     Rock Star the film directed by Imtiaz Ali, is a big disappointment if you expected the film to be  a promising one of Imtiaz. The film is just  a romantic melodrama of two unlikely persons, posing to be a biographical insight into the life of a Rock Star. In the first scenes  of the film , the protagonist is seen looking at Jim Morrison's Poster which is his idol, in his room which gives us a little hope that this film may do justice to it's title. But what we get to watch is less of a legend like Jim Morrison and more of a grief stricken and heart broken lover.What happens after throughout the film can be tucked into  the song "Emotional attyachar" in the background. The director has used the most out of the ci...

I wish if.......   there were no religion in the world.   Smoking was a  healthy habit .   getting drunk healed us.   hypocrites were ruled out from the whole world.   perversion had constraints.   women never liked to be a captive.             society was more adaptive.   chauvinism was a crime.    education was more experimental.    misogynists were incarcerated.     rules were no longer made to be tempered to convenience.    money was never a parameter of intellect and respect.    people never judged anyone by appearance.    flattery was never considered affable.     people were never prejudiced on anything.               This damn place would not have been a                                       ...

Waiting for the train finally, void tickets for the ride, you'll never know if you'll be making the ride or not What you know is  inexplicable but a total reality if bought everything for the ride  you'll be occupied by it, while an empty cage thrive to  be full before it's vanquished Some long to bunk the ride and last for being taken to heart  A few won't balk to leave  a trail of his own the Lonely ride always leaves the one watching to behold and torment the incinerated thoughts ride with you helpless of telling those left behind that the ride is  one  takes it all at the end for it comes to a naught.

Exhilarated in the joint play despised the warning signs never saw the shrewd eyes planning of a mockery. Deceived by the plastic clad compassion surrendered to the derisive Taken apart by sympathy never cared for the sole opulence . but the vicious always does the awful the oblivious folk never believed and only saw the glossy clad estranged from the herd with the new exotica Frail legs walked alone locked to a  path of it's own gained vigor in the lonely path only to have an innate conscience the callous pal had croaked by soul when he reckoned the deceit. tired of the fake clan the lamb heads straight unattached to a life of an eternal self.

In the dark hazes of sorrow, surrounds me some faces so somber still can't get  to the gospel fumes of pleasure taught me ignited by the temptation when airs of tension filled in  me prompted by anxiety in a prolonged waiting to vent the anger  in a cauldron puffed the crazy vapors the white soldiers of death  now laid me deep numb and silent six feet under.