Raining Thoughts

Conclusions and speculations, as uncertain as delusions, Upset and incense hopeful ears… With no dearth of theories, no dearth of doubt, the massive search endures. As man-made giants painstakingly scour the rough seas, Listening with all their might for a sign from the deep The ocean swells in fury, guarding her mysteries… Lulling the secrets in her bosom to sleep? The crying, the blaming, and the breaking-down of reason continue… Only to be followed by endless waiting…. For a release from darkness… For the answer to an ill-fated riddle…   Earlier this week, as I sat at the table partially listening to the news & partially lost in thought, my father, a man of few words, who just saw in the news that the nations involved in the search for the missing Malaysian jet had suspended the pursuit owing to rough seas and strong currents, succinctly commented… “The sea is still a bit deep, right?... Even for America…”

          Humans have always reveled in being the alpha race on earth…  A species that takes pride in its intelligence and the resultant enormous array of groundbreaking technological advancements… A race of creators whose own creations compete with and outdate each other to obsoletion almost every single day. We live in the age of Space tourism, Google Glass & Internet of Things. We live under the omniscient eyes of global surveillance agencies that never sleep.  But somewhere along the way man did fall asleep, and while he slept on, things happened…                                    The ongoing massive search for the missing Triple Seven MH370 has been one of the most agonizing probes in history into the helplessness of the human condition. Many myths upheld by man came crashing down miserably with each day dawning hard and bleak on him without a trace of the disappeared jet. Man’s self-professed superiority, his blind trust in technology, his belief that his intelligence

                The stuff which Konthayum Poonoolum is made of is the stuff I’d like to buy a whole nine yards of, wrap around myself and go to sleep with…(with all the lights ON of course). Konthayum Poonoolum had me on the edge of my seat right from the beginning with two others comfortably snoozing away on either side of me and a third one burying her face in my bosom, busy with her intermittent whining to go home cum peeping into the screen from time to time. A first hand summing up tells me that the movie evoked diverse reactions from its diverse audience!        I loved KP for its affair with the disjoint aspects of life, death, faith, destiny, irony, belief, superstitions, fact and fiction. I congratulate KP for coming in as a fresh surprise, when in fact overall expectations had only amounted to nothing more than a formulaic hindu-christian love story or its clichéd likes. These presumptions, I must say arose from the highly-deceptive conservative-sounding title o

The intoxication, indignation and emotion after draining Kalki Koechlin’ s rampant rant to the last drop down my soul still seems to be going strong. I found hundreds of likes on each of the shares that the ‘rant’ received on social networking sites , but somehow found myself unable to just hit the button and finish off my affair with that outpouring of Kalki’s heart, with just a ‘like’.  The name ‘Just Another Rant’ might assume the appearance of an olive branch to the naive eye, but let me assure you that it’s not just an olive branch that Kalki holds out to the world, but an olive orchard itself with the countless fruits of wit, brilliance, love, hate, independence, helplessness, chaos, myth, historicity, happiness, mischief, sarcasm, sadness, anger, loss, fragility, confidence, powerlessness, bias, beliefs, blame, religion, submission, responsibility, guilt, patience, fame, war, stereotyping, confusion, tradition, style, tales, colors, freedom, regret, luxury, fame, em