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Watching pk

Spoilers’ Alert
PK is childlike, innocent and uncorrupted; like a new born who is confused by the ways of the world. PK takes time to understand fashion, religion, faith, and most importantly Gods while trying to survive on earth and searching for the stolen remote control to his space ship. He questions the beliefs of people, the business of wishes and worships, and the extent to which people go to make their prayers heard. It includes rituals, fasts, sacrifice, and inflicting pain on self as a method of cleansing the soul.

The film leaves behind a good dose of message and food for thought. With good comic scenes, laugh-out-loud innocent dialogues, and the punch one liners, PK definitely qualifies for what is called meaningful entertainment. And of course, Anushka Sharma and Sushant Singh Rajput’s romantic tale of meeting in Belgium- parting and again finding their way back to each other, was a huge plus point.

Aamir Khan’s entry and the following sequences were such a comedy. His big …

Butterfly Season by Natasha Ahmed

‘Butterfly Season’ by Natasha Ahmed is the story of Rumi- an unmarried Pakistani girl on a vacation to England, visiting her married younger sister Juveria, after dealing with her mother’s sickness for years and her eventual death. It is also the story of Ahad- handsome, charming, perfect Pakistani bachelor settled in England. When their mutual friend Mahira sets them up, they get along well without complain. But as likes match and getting to know each other the intimacies increase, Rumi’s conservative family, especially her sister closes in on them. Along the journey of over a couple of months, we follow Rumi and Ahad from England to Karachi, as they understand their values, their worth in each other’s lives. We see the love that transcends all differences as they make sense of their own mistakes, handle their present, and choose the happiness that they most rightfully deserve.

I liked the story, and empathized with the characters. Even though I disliked some of them, at the end I was…

The Lost Past

Dear You,
I saw you there. Behind the façade that you pulled off, behind the masks that you wore, I recognized you. You tried a million times to hide from me, but I found you. And I’m glad I did. I’m so happy I did. I have missed you.
Why do you choose to hide? Why do you run away? Why can’t you face me? You think I won’t accept? Accept is such a small excuse, my friend. I’ve come all this way just to make myself believe that you exist. You don’t know how happy I am just to be able to meet you once again in this very lifetime. I had assumed, all these years, that I lost you forever.
People change. Beliefs change. Life happens. And I am okey with that. The person you were ten years ago is not the person you are now; I understand that. That accident changed your life. It changed ours too. We lost you. You didn’t contact us while we spent our days grieving. The loss was too great to handle. And I’m not complaining. No. I’m sure you had your reasons. And I won’t ask why you didn’t come back,…

In Silence

Sitting in silence, watching the crowd pass
Sensitive and intuitive in my own space
Thought to be a wallflower in the corner
I’m just an over thinking observer.

I witness the run, the sprints, the overtakes
And the stampedes in the rat race
I see the joy of success, the pain of failure
I see moments lost in the loud murmur.
I feel the yearning for a revive and a rewind
Against the fear of being left behind.
Empathizing the weak and the strong
I understand-The past glory doesn’t last long.

In the sidelines, the footpaths of life
 I have crossed travelers aplenty-
Inspiring entities, lifelong friends,
I’ve met pathfinders and lost wanderers.
But alone once again, life feels stranded
So, standing in silence, I wait for the inevitable end.

P.S: This poem is based on a prompt. :)

My Last Trip Before Lockdown

When Covid19 had just put its foot in the country with only 3 cases in Kerala, we had our Ooty trip planned. All tickets and bookings were done since the new year. With just three days in hand, four of us travelled from Mumbai, Pune and Bhubaneswar, to Kempegowda International Airport, Bengaluru, to join a few others staying in the city. And the excitement to finally meet one another after 6 months of that trip to Pune, the Lohagard Trek- we were kids excitedly clicking selfies in our face masks, hurriedly putting a quick dab of sanitizer before hugging one another.

Next day early morning we were to start for Ooty. Sleepy heads, gulping a bowl each of muesli, we started onward journey to Bandipur National Park. Devouring uttapams, dosas and piping hot cups of coffee for breakfast at a restaurant by the highway, chit chats were full on, as was the music and dance in the 12-seater vehicle. Funny anecdotes had us laughing our hearts out, gossips were such a thrill and cooking recipe exch…

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