ZEITGEIST FIESTA

 ഓരോ മഴയും ഓരോ കഥയാണ്  തരുന്നത്. പ്രണയത്തിന്റെ, കാത്തിരിപ്പിന്റെ, വിരഹത്തിന്റെ... ഓര്മകളുടെ ഒരു മലവെള്ളപ്പാച്ചിൽ... വരണ്ട ഭൂമിയുടെയും മനസിന്റെയും ദാഹം അലിഞ്ഞുതീരുന്ന ഓരോ മഴയിലും ഓര്മകളുടെ പുൽനാമ്പുകൾ പൊട്ടി കിളിര്തു. യാത്ര പറഞ്ഞു നീ  പോയ ഒരു മഴക്കാലത്ത്‌ നമ്മുടെ അശ്രുബിംബങ്ങൾ കരിമുകിലുകളുടെ തേങ്ങലോടു ചേർന്ന് മണ്ണിൽ വീണു. നിന്നെക്കുറിച്ചുള്ള നൊമ്പരം പോലും സുഖമുളള  ഒരു അനുഭൂതി ആയി. ആ നൊമ്പരത്തെ ഈറനണിയിച്ച കര്ക്കിടകം പ്രതീക്ഷകളുടെ ഒരു ചിങ്ങമാണ് എനിക്ക് വാഗ്ദാനം ചെയ്തത്. Monsoons always draw near with a hoard of delightful memories intriguing my thoughts and works. I wished to open this work with an article of  my dad on rain. But my ever updating memory's friction with books has held me back.However, reminiscence of some lovely episodes of life remain untouched by oblivion-might be bcoz they have grazed my heart,not my brain.I doubt which will be heavier-my heart or brain? Hopefully the former.           ...

As one of the most awaited films of 2011,Urumi,by the top-notch director Santosh Sivan, has definitely ascended to the anticipations of film adorers.After Anandabhadram, Santosh's venture with Prithviraj has swept the board!The magical touch of Santosh as a dexterous cinematographer  makes it a spellbinding visual treat for the viewers.                I too personally had great expectations about the movie since when I came to know that Prithvi is one of the 3 producers;just a curiosity to see how his first attempt as a producer works! Santosh, along with Shankar Ramakrishnan, the script writer,has successfully articulated something that had been holed up for centuries.....                The plot is about a brave belligerent who even laid down his life to impel the Portugese intruders from his native land.Movie clearly depicts the vigour of...

I decided to write this blog after reading the blog of one of the IITans from my locality.I haven't read him completely,not even a single paragraph with concentration.Suddenly, I felt to do this. I don't know why....but i felt so.....and now i am here before my computer typing out something that comes to me.                                What you feel when people around you vest heaps of victories and you stand out as a "bumptious discordant idiot"(sorry, this is a term stolen from an essay of G.B.Shaw "How i became a public speaker")?Do we 'budhoos' feel a sort of servitude?I think most of us feel it......                               In fact i too had felt it often. But when I reflect on mys...