[93] Radio That Whispers

[93] Radio That Whispers

A broken frequency where you hear my thoughts unknowingly A radio that whispers So you listen closely only to this. These words I say they mean nothing until they reach where you stay until you choose to discard or let them be, just mere words that stray or welcome them into your mind to let [...]

[89] The Morning

[89] The Morning

Mornings that slow down time, by letting in a light sunlight, are the best mornings. The sweet coolness while you lay enveloped in your blanket struggling to wake. The sudden rush of the light sunlight turning into a harsh one is the call for an end to the slow morning. Until that harshness hits your [...]

[22] In The Mood For Love

[22] In The Mood For Love

As the musical piece titled "Yumeji's theme" invades the sound space of the visuals of Wong Kar Wai's "In The Mood For Love" everything slows down as if we are watching a music video inside a movie. The re-appearance of this musical piece (a striking eight times) is a leitmotif to describe the relationship between Chow [...]

[18] Diversity in Thought

[18] Diversity in Thought

I arrived at the gate of my new prison (read: college) and scoured the area for familiar faces (read: friendly faces). All I saw was an accumulation unto my conservative outlook of the world. People smoking, hurling abuses, holding hands and what not. It was the opposite of what I was taught to be. The [...]

[12] Suspension of Belief

[12] Suspension of Belief

Everything depends on the preparation.... or does it? I am in the process of making a short film and have completed the principal photography and I will soon start the post-production of the same. I wanted to talk about the problems I faced during the shoot and how control is just an illusion in film-making. [...]

[6] I don’t know.

How much do you believe your role model? How much do you believe the philosophers that walked on this planet? How much do you believe anyone who says anything? Every word I spew, write, slice, reflect, shoot on this page is a manifestation of the experience of my tiny existence. And our experience is limited? [...]

[5] Who am I?

[5] Who am I?

I am "....partly truth, partly fiction. A walking contradiction." It is difficult to know yourself, the real true self. If you shed your skin, underneath you'll find another layer and then another. How do you climb down to the deepest holes to find one's true self? First, there is a possibility that you will weep [...]