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Films : My Favorite Aesthetic Medium

Everybody who knows me knows that I'm a film buff. I love watching movies, talking about movies, I feel uneasy if a week goes by without watching 2-3 movies. I drag my friends to the theater almost every weekend during summer. So I do get acknowledged as a 'walking movie critic'. which is my 'favorite' by the way. I sometimes think it's true that as a culture(including me), we do focus too much on entertainment and may not pay as much attention to the serious news, headlines like poverty, war, social injustice, etc as we should. And I realized, the more problems we have in this world or personal life, the greater is the need to care about 'art', because art is what makes us human. It binds us to basic human values and reminds us of our human self. It's true that not all films probably qualify as good 'art'. But I think Smart and sensible movies is the finest art form there is. They ...
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When Serendipity Knocked

Sometimes, life surprises you in the most unexpected ways. It throws a name, a moment, or a person into your path that changes everything. For me, that moment came when I met her tiny, bold, with short hair framing a face that held more strength and beauty than I thought possible. She’s the kind of person you don’t forget. Fierce yet kind, strong yet tender, she carries herself with a quiet grace that draws you in. Every conversation with her feels like uncovering a new layer of the world. She challenges me, grounds me, and somehow, without even trying, makes me want to be the best version of myself. What amazes me most is how effortlessly she understands me. In a world where connection often feels fleeting or shallow, she gets me in a way no one else has. It's not just the big things; it's the little things, the way she listens, the way she shares her thoughts, the way she's unapologetically herself. Meeting her wasn't just a moment; it was a turning point. She brought...

Slow Knife

In the shadow of shared laughter, there used to be a yellow flower,  but lines were blurred, boundaries crossed,  trust was shattered, a bond lost. Each betrayal, a wound so deep,  Yet still, memories haunt my sleep.  closest one's hurt the most they say, and you my little one have proved it again. A slow knife cuts the deepest they say, never thought I too would get it one day. Your lies were always so so good,  know you are the reason it's come to an end. And all that peace & harmony,  I built for years,  Is gone now and left me in tears I fought, I tried, but had to part. A heavy weight upon my heart.  We're family and nothing can change that, But we'll never be friends, and that's a fact. Do you walk your path alone? Or find solace in a home unknown?  I wonder often, in the silent night, If you've found your own guiding light. Though scars remain, aching yet,  I wish you peace, without regret. For in the echo of what we once had,...

My First Time at PIFF: Living the Movie Dream

  Going to the Pune International Film Festival (PIFF24) was like a big movie celebration for me. I really love movies, and this festival became a special place where I found the happiness of storytelling and rediscovering my love for cinemas. PIFF is all about creating a lively movie culture in Pune, and it lived up to its vision by providing a platform for global cinema enthusiasts like myself. The theme of the year, "Cinema is Hope," resonated deeply with my belief in the transformative power of storytelling in a world filled with ups and downs, making me believe again in the power of stories to make me feel better, especially when life gets tough. Two movies, "Perfect Days" and "Art College 1994," stood out for me during the festival. Wim Wenders' "Perfect Days" was a masterful exploration of life's subtleties, a recognition of the small details that make existence worthwhile. The film, a sweet and sad slice of life, offered a pro...

Silent Longing

He holds a love so deep and true, A passion that's known by only a few, With every breath and every beat, His heart longs for his love to meet. She's the light in his darkest day, A beacon that guides his way, Her smile ignites a fire within, A love that burns beneath his skin. The way she moves, the way she speaks, A melody that his heart seeks, Her laughter, like music to his ears, Erases all of his doubts and fears. But yet, he keeps this love concealed, In the shadows, it remains sealed, For fear that if it sees the light, Their love may wither and take flight. So he keeps this love a secret vow, And with each passing day, he allows, His heart grows stronger in this love, As she remains his little dove.

Finding Success in Small Steps

  As I sit here, staring at my computer screen, I can't help but feel like I'm falling behind in life. Everywhere I turn, it seems like everyone around me is moving forward, getting married, and advancing in their careers. Meanwhile, I feel like I'm stuck in the same place, struggling to keep up with the changing times. The world around us is changing so fast, and it can be hard to keep up. The pandemic has added to the uncertainty, with layoffs and economic instability making it even harder to feel like I'm making progress. But even in the midst of all this chaos, I know that I can't give up. Sometimes it feels like I'm running on a treadmill, trying to keep up with everyone else, but not actually getting anywhere. But then I remind myself that success isn't always about moving forward quickly. It's about taking small steps every day, even when it feels like I'm not making progress. When I feel overwhelmed by the challenges in front of me, I try to ...

STAY HUNGRY STAY FOOLISH

                                                              I don't think I have all the answers, far from it. However, if there is something that I have learned over the last couple of years of heavy self-development it’s how to get things done.  This took many attempts and failures at many things, figuring out what works for me, and what doesn't, and finding out what I’m good at and what needs improvement. Throughout the whole process, I noticed something about my change that I didn't focus on or even expect to change .  My ability to try.   I had become this person that stopped thinking about how people would view me, what might happen if I don’t do it right or how my self-esteem would be affected If I didn't succeed. I stopped asking how I get started and just started doing it. I ...

Humble, with a bit of kanye

                        Being a neurotic intellectual who is constantly encircled by spoiled anti-intellectuals, it's challenging to find common ground in this stage of life. Finding people who operate on the same frequency as I have become a herculean task, finding them is rare, it's like finding a unicorn in a world full of sheep.                                      I can't be myself around most people in my life right now because some things do not really resonate with them the same way they do with me. That's not to say their worldview is naive or idiotic; I acknowledge and respect the differences.  As they say 'arrogance of the Intellect' is something all  religions had warned about . If you are wise as well as smart, and there is no relation between being wise and being smart, they are not the same thing, there is no ...