"Thoranai", starring Vishal and Shriya is being shot near my place. Here are some pics of Shriya I was able to click before I was shooed away and asked not to take photos. Anyway, no harm in uploading a couple of pics I guess.
There’s a moment in the Mahabharata, after the trumpets of victory fall silent, when Arjuna turns to Krishna, his charioteer, and asks him to step down from the chariot first, as a mark of respect to the warrior. It was Arjuna’s moment of accomplishment and vanity, for he had carried the weight of the war on his shoulders, believing his strength had seen it through. But Krishna refuses. He instructs Arjuna to descend first. Only after Arjuna obeys does Krishna step down himself, and along with him Hanuman, who was gracing the flag of the chariot, also leaves. The next instant, the grand chariot erupts into flames and crumbles to ashes. It had been damaged, struck, pierced, and cursed during the war. What had kept it from collapsing throughout the battle wasn’t Arjuna’s ability to intercept everything, but it was the presence of Krishna and Hanuman. As long as divinity remained within, the destruction had held its breath. Once this realization hits him, Arjuna instantly regrets his...
House No. 39. I haven’t moved into it yet. But I already know I won’t be packing it into boxes. By the time you’ve moved 38 times across 11 cities and 4 countries, you start to measure life differently. Not in square footage or bank statements, but in how long you let your heart stay open before the next inevitable goodbye. People have often asked me: Why so many moves? Was it work? Was it choice? Was it restlessness? Sometimes I moved because I had to. Other times, because I knew something inside me had already left, even if my body hadn’t caught up yet. This post is not about the cities, or the airports, or even the houses. It’s about the pattern I only recently recognized, one where I build something beautiful; a business, a friendship, a future, and then quietly, and respectfully walk away. And now, as I stand before House No. 39, metaphorically or literally, I wonder: What happens if I don’t walk away this time? What happens if I stay? Not just physically. Emotionally. Spirit...
Listening to Rahul Dravid's Bradman Oration brought back memories of my own childhood days spent playing street cricket. Browsing through the internet, found some amazing collections of street cricket terms. Thought will make a glossary and contribute some of my own. I dedicate this to every Indian who played (and is playing) street cricket. No wonder we produce world's best batsmen (really sad we also produced Arun Lal), considering all the street cricket played on 'the asphalt beauties' in India, Lord's and Perth are just cakewalks. Right then, here we go. And yea, don't forget to do as mentioned in the last line of this post. Atitail Etymology English - Refers to a batsman being 'Retired' (hurt or not). Probably a corruption of 'Add at tail' or 'Hurt Retired'. Normally in a limited overs (say, 8 overs) match to give everyone a chance to bat, a batsman calls 'Atitail' and gives way for the next person. A...
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