Thinking Out Loud

Surprised was I when I realised the train had arrived on time today. Many a time have I heard the frustrating automated voice of Transperth announcing the delays of buses and trains due to extreme weather conditions. The extreme weather conditions, of course, would refer to the slight drizzle which would have lasted for two minutes at the most. So what were the odds of the train arriving on time today after the heavy downpour yesterday all night long? Baffling, it is, as Yoda would say. Segueing into my thoughts as I grow tired of the clichéd feeling of people sitting inside, besides a cosy fire or electrical heater, with a hot beverage watching the rain. Why should you not go outside and enjoy the rain? Life becomes magical for a few moments when my inner cynic dies as I cherish and embrace life. Usually these magical moments do not happen; you will have to create them. But, sometimes nature provides you with the euphoria and if you are able to accept the simple pleasures, then life w

Rarely, a Tamil movie had made me sit up straight and gaze in awe at the big screen as the story unfolded. When the actors live the characters and the technical aspects do not stand out, but, rather support the screenplay which moves with such an incredible pace as it happened in UPO, I knew I had witnessed a milestone of a movie in Tamil Cinema. And, if we, the Tamil Cinema audience (who appreciate quality movies) have mainly one man to thank for, it is none other than the one who celebrates his golden year in the film industry as we speak, Mr. Kamal Haasan. This is neither a movie review nor me singing praises on Mr. Haasan, but, rather my thoughts on the movie and a few issues that seem to crop up in some of the reviews for UPO. Kamal as a "Common Man" Some people find it hard to differentiate Kamal Haasan the movie star and Kamal Haasan the versatile actor. If you are a fan or even an avid viewer of Tamil Cinema then you should be prepared to receive whatever he throws at

Tender love is lost only the existence of lust the animal awakens to the sounds of nature I repeat the mantra of lust as I cleanse myself - of pure love - of tenderness The fairytales of purity hidden in the lecherous utopia the longing for you stokes the carnal fire as the soul freezes within The fire, the fire in which I lose my will; the fire in which I lose my innocence The lightning struck this lovelorn fool this brutal truth I understood naivety is the first stage of love My heart; the stone that should have been sculpted by the tools of time does not exist scorched remains left behind... A note: this was my first attempt at writing, something. I would like to write a book but I always feel inexperienced or find it really difficult especially when iCynic (version 30.0) lurks in the background, smirking. Dedication and fervour and most of all time is needed. I will strive for the best and your comments would be most welcome.

I have decided to get my life back on track. There have been so much going on in my life that I had become disorganised, to a point where my life can be classified under "shabby". I had stopped catching up with friends and family, prevented myself from any worldly liaisons and I had neglected the blog that I maintained on a regular basis; I had completely shut myself off from the rest of the world. I hope to maintain this blog and I hope that I do not have another Fresh Start in a few years' time. But, I am not going to get rid of my old Blog posts. They may come in handy for one of those I-feel-like-copy-and-paste days. I know, it is a bit of a cheat, but I have heard that rules were meant to be broken. Dear Diary/Journal/Blog Entry, I know my biography so I am not going to bore you with all the details (if I write everything about me on my very first post, then I would have nothing to write about later). An interesting thought or a passing glance is meaningless, unless