Wednesday, December 5, 2007

The sea will gush into the shore
With its rage and anger burning in it
Still you won’t realize how much you loved me
When it’s all calm and she lays silent,
Silent more than the deepest depth,
That time you will realize how much you loved me…

The fire will spread its anger to its maximum
Burning and growling as though to swallow the world
Even then you wouldn’t realize how much you loved me
When it has been suppressed to die
Die and become ashes…she will lay silent…
Then you will realize how much you loved me…

The wind would blow with fury and anger
It would blind your vision spreading blurriness around
Even then you would not realize how much you loved me
When it all stops and the world is silent
Silence that can make you feel deafened
Then you will realize how much you loved me

When I scream about what you meant to me
When there is a sea of tears that tell how much you meant to me
When I cry in a state where I can't hear the outside world…
You would not realize how much you loved me…
But, when I become silent…silent like the silence after storm…
When my words never speak of you…when my silence haunts you…

That time you will realize how much you loved me…

Sunday, November 18, 2007

The veteran film maker Adoor Gopalakrishnan, five years after ‘Nizhalkuthu’ has presented the movie goers with a new gift- “Naalu Penungal”. Based on four short stories of the Malayalam veteran writer Thakazhy Sivasankara Pillai, the movie is divided into four parts. This kind of story narration is rare. The film rotates around the life of four women where in everyone has been portrayed with equal importance.
The first part of the film is sub-titled ‘Oru Niyamalankhanathinte Kadha’ which means ‘Story of breach of Law’. The woman in this part is Kunjipeenu (Padmapriya) who plays the role of a sex worker who later chooses to live by working as a road worker. It portrays how the society treats such women even of they have decided to live in good lines in one part of their life. It is about 20 minutes in duration.
The second part of the film is sub-titled ‘Kanyaka’ (Virgin/unmarried) which focuses on the life of Kumari( Geethu Mohandas), married to Narayanan(Nandu) who fails to look after her. She is a peasant and earns money for her family. Her dialogues are less, yet her character is strong enough to compensate with the dialogues.
The third part of the film named ‘Chinnu Amma’ is about the life of Chinnu (Manju Pillai) who does not have children in her life. She is a naïve lady yet strong enough to protect herself against a sin that should not be committed. Mukesh also does his part of the film well.
The final part of the film is named ‘Nithya Kanyaka’ (Never married/Spinster) is one which revolves around the life of three women. The title role is played by Nandita Das as Kamakshi. She is the eldest among the four children of the family. Kavya Madhavan who plays Subadra is the younger sister of Kamakshi. Remya Nambeeshan also plays sister role. This part tells how a lady can live alone without support from anyone in a society. It portrays a woman who was once dependant yet became strong in the end.
Watching Naalu Pennungal was like reading four short stories. Each story was well narrated and the viewers were not left confused. The Malayalam film industry which has given women important roles, have again done justice in this film. At the end of the film, every character remains engraved in our minds. K.P.A.C Lalita, Murali, Manoj K.Jayan, Ravi Vallathol, Asokan are some of the other characters in the film. The cinematograohy was by M.J Radhakrishnan and he has succeeded in bringing the raw realities of life on to screen. All the characters were given equal importance. Dialogues were less and crisp. The background score was also soothing to the ears.
This film was premiered in Toronto and has also been selected for the Indian panorama (International Film Festival Of India) and for the competition section of Int’l Film Festival of Kerala.
A serious film goer will surely not be disappointed watching this film. It also moves through four different phases of time and it is portrayed through the difference in the dialogues and the attitude of people.

Monday, September 3, 2007

->Theme suggested by ---->HARI<---- my friend<-


She chirped on the window pane
With her tiny feathers flapping light
Sweet and small did she look
Delight twinkled in her eyes always

She sat on my window every dawn
With her melodious enchanting voice
Did she wake me up daily
No alarm did I need, for she was there for me

I used to long to hear her, everyday
But, one day I shew her away
Alas! She never comes now
Her melody never wakes me up anymore

Dear, my heart wants to speak to you
You were my silent friend
Someone who always remained in my thoughts
You were so dear to me…

Friday, August 31, 2007

ORE KADAL was a film that I longed to see from the very beginning of its shooting schedule. After a melodious and beautiful film Akale by ShyamPrasad, this was one film I was waiting for. Orekadal is a story that revolves around 4 main people namely Deepthi (Meera Jasmine), Dr.S.R Nathan (Mammootty), Jayan (Narein) and Bela (Ramya Krishnan). Deepthi is married to Jayan with a kid. Jayan in his busy schedule unknowingly forgets to look after the needs of Deepthi in the way she wants him to. Deepthi, a girl deprived of the pleasant and colourful childhood still tries to seek it in her married life. She meets Dr.Nathan when she is in a trauma to get some money for the treatment of her ill son. Dr. Nathan, a pure economist and an alcoholic, who sees life only in economic terms, helps her just out of need. He doesn’t have any sort of emotional feeling towards her. He is a person who tries to isoclate himself from all sort of relationships that could exist. Slowly, Deepthi is unknowingly drawn into the magnetic grip of Nathan which she could get from her husband. She starts to love him but, when she comes to know about the mind set of Nathan, she feels cheated and guilty of being into a relationship with Nathan without her husband’s knowledge. There is a cyclone that is created in Deepthi’s innocent mind which forms the rest of the story.


The director Shyamprasad is always expected to do something different. And that has surely been fulfilled in this film. The music by Ousepachan is truly haunting and rings in our ears for a long time. The cameraman Azhagappan has done a wonderful job. The movie is mainly shot indoors in the apartment where the characters stay. The colours used in the film a subtle and pleasing to the eyes. Narein has done his part well though he didn’t actually have much to do. He is an innocent husband. Another strong character is Bela. Ramya Krishnan has come with a strong performance through this character. A character where fate has shown its dark side, yet someone who holds on to life and who gives a moral support to Nathan. Mammootty has as usual come out with a nice performance. He being a senior actor, does not need much explanations here. He has done justice to his character as an alcoholic economist! Meera jasmine steals the show as she plays the central character. Minute details like the movement of the eye, a smile etc convey so much to the audience. She doesn’t have much dialogue. The movie floats on the music and the audience is kept flowing with the music too. Such a concept is purely unacceptable in our society, yet if you look into the innocence of Deepthi, some people may be able to accept her emotions. Anyway, this is a beautiful film one can see…it’s too delicate and fragile…I could personally not accept the concept completely, but as a film its worth watching…all music lovers will have there feet tapping even after hours of the film…
Hats off to Shyam Prasad and Crew.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

---->>>Theme suggested by ---->BINU<----, my friend<<<----

The air around me is getting colder
Colder that I feel my veins become tighter
My vision seems to see opaqueness…
Opaqueness means….I feel I cannot see anything…
Everything seems to be dark…
dark like the darkness in the deepest corner of a volcano…
the sea which had its bluish beauty…
beauty like the beauty sparkling in a new brides eyes…
is right now turning black…
black as though its calling me to drench myself in it…
To drown me in that ocean of frightening death
death…yes…death…
The walls around me seem to come closer…
Closer like the atoms in a rough solid
It’s not allowing me to breathe….
To breathe the life saving oxygen…I am deprived…
I can feel the walls ceasing the oxygen I am to breathe…
I can feel my veins tighten
I am not able to see the world anymore…
I just don’t feel like seeing the world anymore…
Black disguises…death….that is all that is pondering me…
I feel as though I am to go with death…
Travel on the path of death
Oh God!!! What is happening to me…?
Is death calling me…or is it that…
I want death to take me away???

Thursday, July 5, 2007

“Where There Is A Will, There Is A Way”.

Nothing on earth is impossible in the present era. Man is said to be a social being, creative genius and a thinking animal. No other living organism has been blessed with so many characteristics. It has always been man who created things out of existing things and it has always been man destroying the very same things made! If man decides something must be done then, he can surely do it, apart he puts his maximum effort into it!

Well friends let us think of a CLEAN INDIA. The thought of such a situation right now would seem a little bit impossible, but actually is it so? No! It is absolutely not! As said earlier, where there is a will, there is a way. Keeping in mind the busy schedule of the people in the country, we cannot expect all of us going around and cleaning the country! There are simpler ways to implement this. Making the “duty” lighter, we just have to focus on our own home. Just that little piece of land where in we stay! First of all, take a look around your home. It might be scrambled with grass, plastic, and useless household items. Well, that’s what I find around my home! Staying in a rented house, we obviously have limitations! All that we should do is to clean the area around our home…and I mean it…just clean our own home and not our neighbors! Well, what other idea can be simpler than this? Neighbors would clean their own homes. And when all the homes in a ward a clean, one whole ward in a city is clean! And like that, all wards in a city can be cleaned. When all the wards in the city are clean, a whole Panchayat would be clean and when all the Panchayats are clean, one whole district is clean. And as you know, when all districts are clean, the state is clean…and when the state is clean, the country is clean! And there we are! Our mission possible!!!

Well, the question as to where to dump the waste materials will surely arise. For this the government should adopt better methods for waste management. This too can go through the same process! If we manage the waste of our own “little” home, then the whole process would follow. Getting accustomed to nuclear families, the thought of managing a home with a maximum of four members is not that much a difficult task. Anyways, here I cannot forget mentioning the use of plastics. It might seem a bit difficult in the beginning, but practice makes a man perfect! Start practicing and in due course of time we will be happy with what we are doing to the society! If we could run with our feet and talk flawlessly with our tongue, which was indeed gained only through practice and practice here means the experience that we went through, all the time “unknowingly”!!! When we get used to using paper bags always, we may surprisingly in the end find it difficult to shift to plastic!

Dear friends, every thing that would lead to a developed country depends on how the people of the country love their country. So, if we need to love our country, we need to love our home first. If dedicated love starts from our own homes, then we would be proud to say that we belong to the completely Clean India! And this indirectly would surely reduce the number of deaths and diseases occurring due to the unclean surroundings! So dear friends! The future of our nation lies just at your minds view! Start loving your home and end up in the result where in the Country would love you!!!

Thursday, June 14, 2007

The farther you go...the nearer you are to me.....
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Sunday, June 10, 2007

Just like how the sand slips
Away from my hand…
I just feel…the more I hold you
Close to me…
The farther you are moving
Away from me...

Saturday, June 9, 2007

Inspiration from a photo taken by my super senior Hari
(A black and white photograph taken from Ooty)


Rays of divinity
Falling gently on the
Land blanketed with
Cold smooth dew
To slowly melt away in romance…
Love is an unwanted pain
In an unwanted situation
Where in we do not feel like
Avoiding the unwantedness…

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Based on the news that came in the front page of "keralakaumudi" on the 4th of June 2007

I row my boat daily
across that river which flows next to my home
i have my sister home...
who is weak at her heart...
i am just 14 and so is she....,
we were born twins...
my mother is not with us...
she left us and went long back away...
my father and my sister are only home..
my father toils to make us grow
i cherish my dreams daily of getting great marks
and making a job...
for that is the reason why I row my boat and walk a mile...
and then board a bus and go to school...
life seems so tough in the eyes of others...
but, I am so busy that I really cannot see the
tough part life....
i feel it a blessing to be engaged in my life...
at this small age...
life seems nice yet a bit hard...
but the big dreams that i have with never
keep my hands away
from rowing the boat of my heart!!!

Thursday, May 10, 2007

A silent music is still playing on the car stereo…
The mild breeze is silently combing my hair…
I love traveling…that too in a car with my favorite song on the stereo..
And specially when He…my best friend is there with me
I enjoy the trip even more…
He is my friend still…and perhaps he is still my friend
Because I haven’t told him yet that I Love him…
Just a small fear in me…
That I may lose him if I ever say that I love him…
We usually travel like this…
Our favorite place is the lovers’ park…
Usually lovers go there…but for us it’s different…
We are friends…
There…couples in their own world…cuddling together…
Sharing moments of tender happiness…
He and I just sit there talking to each other…
Sometimes we don’t even talk…
We just keep looking at each other…
Maybe it just a feeling…sometimes when I look into his eyes…
I have felt that he too loves me…
Maybe he does…what if he is also having that small fear
That he would lose my friendship…
When I see others I just dream of me being one among them…
Though I have the fondest person I want to be with me…
Just sitting a touch away from me…
The thought that I cannot even hold his hands…
With a thought of love that is not like a friend’s…
Gives a pain somewhere inside me…
But, just in case I lose him in the path of trying to get
Something more…
The thought that he’s my best friend…
Keeps me happy n cheerful
Though at times I feel…
At least once …if he would tell me ….”I Love You Dear…”

Thursday, April 5, 2007

The hot sun stroke the barren road...
Cars and buses...all 'flying' past the road...
People walking to and fro the street...
and there he sits...at the road end...
to get a penny or two begging...

Looking into his eyes...
the depth of the tough times that...
he has undergone...so clearly visible...
the bare hands...kept open...
begging a penny or two...

Back in the drought struck home
he has his wife and kids
waiting counting minutes
waiting for the one bread he may bring...
to just fill up the stomachs three...

Some people just passed by...
not even looking at the begging hands...
ignoring their helplessness...
what would happen if they just...
drop a penny or two for them...?

They, the beggars...have to continue this...
dreaming of a different life...
at least in theor coming births...
may their prayers be well received...
have a life of plenty in their births to come...
Ranging through the hurdles of friendship...
making up our minds to know each other...
Allowing the nature's decision to lead us..
through the true track of friendship...
Sensing the pros and cons of each one of us...
loving and caring with all love and adoration...
Nesting our hopes and wishes...
into a wonderful true dream...
Admiring the characters of all of us...
verifying our mistakes....
Looking into the deeper shadows of life...
and deciding upon situations...
Adjusting to the changing lifestyle..
and learning to learn from others...
Memorising a true pure promise.....
to always love each other by...
Adoring the true blossoms of friendship...
Never will we part...a true promise...
made, by each one of us....

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Rage through a dark room
I can hear some noises of thundering blasts
Bombing the same species into unidentifiable blocks of flesh
I can’t keep my eyes open at this atrocity

Mourning and crying of human evolutions
Caused just by us ourselves…
The world has become so vigorous and turbulent
It seems as though it is quaking every second

I am watching through a broken window pane
I can see streams of red blood
Flowing through the cracks in front of me
But beyond the glass pane,

I can visualize some sort of paradise
I can see a melodious river flowing…
She wrinkles and says that “I am crying”
She doesn’t want to live anymore

Every second there seems to be a bomb storm
And we the same species are put prey to see it…
To see our own siblings die of unbearable pain
God, when will mother earth be free from these pains?

I believe it’s already time up
For we do not deserve to be alive in this cruel world
A world with growling hands ready to plunge into our flesh
We don’t deserve the earth anymore…punish us Lord! Punish us!

Sunday, February 4, 2007

There lay an old inn..
Alone and silent in the lonely lawn.
The windows n doors were smashed. . .
Smashed like broken dreams and hopes..

There lived a small family. . . Two months back. . .
Dad, mom n child
Their kid was a darling. . .
They lived selling fruits in the place. . .

And they were happy with what they gained.
They had a dream to make their child..
A world famous musician. . ..
Some one the whole world would admire. . .

But there came the "thunders". . ...
The destroyers of their life. . .
The war and the disasters. . ..
Oh No!!!. . ..it took their child along. . ..

Grief stricken mom n dad. . .
Left their home. . ..with their child's memories. . .
Smashed. . ..into pieces. . ..
Smashed like broken dreams n hopes. . ..

Sunday, January 28, 2007

To my Grandfather I have never seen....

If you see an old man,
don't just ignore him.
Hold his hands and lead his way...
Talk to him some loving words...
Give him bread and water if you can.
He is old, poor and pale...
he cannot afford you anything...
but He can love you as his grandchild...
And maybe tell you stories...
Have the mind to listen to him...
As he is lonely and pale...
Don't ignore him thinking he is old...
He has seen the world more than you...
If you ignore...Remember...
One day you are also becoming old...
And just think....
no one to take care of you...
Miles away you're there my friend...
Promise me that our friendship n'er ends...
seen you smile only once a while..
but always longed to see that stealing smile...

Never did you speak a soothing word..
but you every heart beat could be heard,
Even if the sound of the wind was very wild...
I knew real well that your soul was mild...

Drops of love from my friendly heart..
always poured for us to never part...
our friendship strong, and purely bound...
it was real lovely, such a rhythm did it sound...

I could feel your hearts real pain...
no pure air could my loving soul inhale...
For all I needed was to come to you...
And take the pain away from you...

Dear, my friend, my prayers would be...
deep and true no one could see...
life may change with the running time,
you will remain safe and close in me all the time...
When he looked far
the mountains stood covered with snow and mist
The river flowed from the mountains
down the deep valley
The birds were silent as the air was chill
He too his paint brush and mixed the colours
Green, Blue, White, Yellow
A white sheet spread in front of him
He glanced at the sheet and smiled before he started
He gently shaded the picture of a damsel
She had almond eyes, peach lips andBeautiful smile
She looked like a statue made of snow
A damsel which no ages saw
he sketched the final touches of he
And then just went closer
Her eyes, her almond eyes looking in to his
and he just chanted into her ears
I love you

Saturday, January 27, 2007

I ask the flowers to bloom faster
Oh dear clouds please pour your tears now. . .
My heart is dwelling to hear the thunder Winds. . .blow faster. . .
I need to feel your presence. . .
Oh my sun...Let me see you one more time. . .
Dear clouds . . .move away from the moon. . .
Let me enjoy the beauty of the moon. . .
The river that flows next to my home. . ..
Please allow me to look at you. . ..
So that I can see myself. . .
Oh dear nature. . .please sing a melody
Please sing a song. . ..for me to hear. . ..
The fire in the next room. . .
Please burn a bit stronger. . .Am feeling weak. . .within myself. . .
Oh God. . ..may I ask you to grant me one more Day of life. . .
For I want to enjoy the world a bit more. . .
But, now I am being called by you. . .
And I need to come to u. . ..
Heart Beats are many...
Pulse Beats are many...
Breaths are Many...
But,
Life is only once...
Live it to the fullest!!!

The wide street lay spread
Dew filled leaves swayed lightly in the air
The air was cold and soft
And the street was silent as light

She stood on the side of the road
A damsel queen... so pretty to see
Her hair swayed in the mild air
She had some flowers in her hand to sell

On one side of the street
Was an old fashioned house
Through the dense dew,
Just mildly could it be seen

She walked slowly with a silent song in her lips
She could hear, from somewhere a slow beautiful music
Music like the flowing river…
So melodious like a lovers paradise…

It was the violin playing…
That sensuous symphony….
Of the instrument of love…found its way
From the old house beside the road

She walked to the house and waited…
No one did come from in…
She silently pushed the half open door…
Walked slowly inside the room…

The curtains danced at the mesmerizing music…
The room twinkled with that heavenly sound…
There she saw in the middle of the room
An innocent young man…with a violin in his hands…

She walked with ample care..
Not the slightest sound should disturb him…
Coz his music was so beautiful…
That even a drop of dew should not tamper it…

She went next to him... but no!!
His dreams were colored black…
His music had the beauty of the color black…
He couldn't see her... Blind was he…

She sat next to him and listened in silence
The melody of the violin…
Lost in that divine paradise…
She didn't know she dropped a candle!

There! He stops playing…
With anger in his eyes...
Asks her in a rough voice..
"Who is there next to me?"

Fear crossed her eyes!
She asked him in a low voice
Hoping he would calm down at her…
Hoping he would forgive her presence…

"Would you buy some flowers?"
He stood up with anger in his face
"How dare you enter without me knowing?
You have no right to listen my music... Go Away!"

"Would you buy some flowers"?
"Go Away... I say... Leave!"
She takes her steps back
Starts to leave...

Welled with melancholy…with watered eyes…
She thanks him inside her
For the beautiful music and places a bunch of flowers
On his Violin...
 

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