Posted in Reviews

Best 4 movies from Wes Anderson.

It was not long back that I stumbled upon one movie named “The Darjeeling Limited”. Certainly, the name Darjeeling caught my attention as it is an Indian place. It was an amazing journey I went through while watching it, as the fabulous and charismatic characters took a stroll on an Indian train, temples and streets. The style of Wes Anderson direction could be felt strongly, at  the same time the cinematography personified the backgrounds and forefronts very well. It was then I decided to explore other works by this talented and eloquent director. Next was “The Great Budapest Hotel”, which took away my heart. Again cinematography was commendable and the characters were sweet and hysterically flamboyant. The locations were lovely and the story was intriguing. I enjoyed every bit of it.

Next on the list was “Rushmore”, the first success and recognition of Wes Anderson’s talents as a director. It, very well reviewed the psychological state of a young student, who outwitted extremely well in curricular activities. Last one I saw was “The Royal Tenenbaums”. It was again a showcase of brilliance from the renowned director who has surely mastered his skills in this field. The state of problems happened in the Tenebaum’s family was very well brought into life with a mesmerizing story.

The symmetry and colorfulness of the character set these movies apart from others. No doubt, everyone have their own style, but I have been in a state of bewilderment since I saw his work and immense perfection at it. These movies have ignited within me the desire to watch other of his movies like “Moonrise Kingdom” and “The Fantastic Mr. Fox” sooner in the future.




Posted in Life, Past

The other door was open.

It was a nice morning which was spoiled by the smell of chemicals in the school chemistry lab. As an irony, the students were taking theoretical notes from the teacher’s board in the “practical lab”. Sabal was standing alone owning the whole bench and smelling the mixed smell of chemicals kept in the shelves dividing his bench with the one where three girls stood. He was diligently copying everything like it was some formula to rescue the dying world. He was unaware of his classmate Miss J presence on the other side of the shelves. Among the three girls she was the one having some dire and mysterious plan. She suddenly came out of the blue and appeared on the canvas of otherwise colorless life of Sabal and started painting with her soothing voice. She stood besides him as close as pedants by their books.

She started copying the notes from his and Sabal was awestruck but controlled himself. And he was able to, due to his commitment to another closed door he was looking for several months that never opened. Here there was an open invitation of an open door literally but he was stung by someone else. Not sure if it is a human tendency or stupidity to ignore the signs of an open door but looking constantly on a closed one all through the time and feeling resented ultimately. At the end the thought of those small or sometimes strong signals giving clue to an open door looks meaningful and the clouds of regrets come enshrouding the subject.


Posted in Life, Past

The wrong place.

It was end of the the first semester with the gift of exams, and that too at a distant and separate college as a test center. The last exam was a reliever and while coming out of the exam room, Simr was exhilarated but also at the same time needed an urge to use the privy. One more friend joined him in his quest to find the restroom which was looking impossible as they moved up and down the floors. Finally they saw one that seemed gender unbiased as no indication whatsoever was put on the door. They went inside, it was quiet and there were compartments and no urinals. That should be their first clue, but they were too stupid to think as the priority was overwhelming.

They went in. Simr was the first one to come out and BOOM! Two girls were standing near the basin looking puzzled at him. It was an embarrassing time, which felt longer. But he collected his courage and walked towards the basin with eyes grounded and washed his hands to show the ladies of the house, his healthy upbringing obviously. The manners were outshone to dazzle them, and stole the moments to get out of there before anyone screamed or even fainted. He didn’t care about his partner in crime who was still relieving himself and feeling exulted doing that.Sometimes ignorance is bliss, but then reality strikes which conveys the information about your stupidity. Simr didn’t stop until the college entrance gate was behind him. No fuss was made, no one came to know. Everything was fine. He didn’t even asked the other friend about the later part of the story at the crime scene when they both met after the winter break.