My Life, A Cocktail

I know I ain't some journalist to write reviews, but still I dont mind playing the role for once. So, here goes, the new flick in town, 15 Park Avenue. The fact that there was nothing glittery about the movie posters and the star casting, was what made me check it out. Rahul Bose, Konkona Sen and Shabhana Azmi, all stars in their own accord, and people I extremely admire and appreciate. The movie was Aparna Sen's, and that is enough to guarantee a good theme, good acting and good music. All in all, a good recipe. The movie starts with a gray potrayal of Konkona Sen, alias Mithali, as she is called in the movie, as a disillusioned skedofrenzic patient. She lives in a reality that she crafted for herself, where she knew happiness with her husband Jojo, Rahul Bose, and kids, whom they had together named. The story revolves around her life and her reality, which people considered trivial and senseless in comparison to the their own reality. Shabhana Azmi plays her sister, level hea

We all look back. At moments, at bad times, at people as they were..... and we regret. Regret for the time we've lost and now cannot make, regret for the things that happened and those that did not. I speak one such regret, something that did not happen. The first sight of him, meant nothing to me, perhaps because it was reality. In the midst of uncertainity and the unknown, selfishness paved the way for us, drawing us closer, simply because we shared perspectives, and thought each one to be interesting, like some flick to be entertained from, to learn from, and to forget without bondage. It were the initail highs. Pleasant smiles, handshakes, conversations that lasted hours, admiration, modesty, willingness. And Hope. Then, expectations rose. Commitments were cautiously warded off. The pleasant smiles were replaced by a faint sign of acquantainship; a rise of the eyebrow that lasted a milli-second. Time was blamed. Perhaps I should have consented when he wanted to go away. I had h

I was on my usual ride to the bus stop, off to work, one early (or at least I like to call it early) morning. I could feel the cold air blow against my dry skin, as so many vehicles rushed across the road, noisy and smoking. My auto came to the usual halt at the traffic light. That mighty tall post that stands out, blinking three different colors, one at a time has the efficacy to halt many a huge vehicle. The word “control” hammered in my mind. And I wondered how this post here could control a whole city. Fear. Yes, that was it. The best way to control….. As my esoteric thoughts touched the apogee of an unknown hill, a giggle interrupted me. There was this white Sumo that stood right next to us, and it was carrying a couple of kids to school. Two of these kids were looking out of the small window, and were shouting out some kind of slogans, which I later deciphered to be “Family Mart Dabba!!!” For those who don’t know, Family Mart is this Mall in JP Nagar, and the only Mall close to m

A clock hangs at my wall, dark and gold, unaffected. And this clock is my enemy. I dread the time it shows me, coercing me to some place where I don't belong. I dread the hour it strikes, making me yearn for that one time when I shall be complete. I dread every move of the spike, as it separates me from life. Looking at this clock hanging on my wall, dark and gold, unaffected, I wait in hope, for hope is all that is 'a clock life'. Till this clock strikes my hour....