We live in a self created world where most of the reasonable approach and behaviour comes from, Me: Knock, Knock.. They: Yeah!!, Knocking on the heaven's door.. Me: May I please come in? They: Your cheap indulgence can not destroy my inner peace and beauty of my life.. Me: Excuse me? They: You cant understand. Neither I want you to understand. Please let it be. Me: Ohkay, but what? They: I am not insecure for anyone because I am secured enough and confident enough for myself. Me and my life is very simple. It is not like your shit life. Do you get that!! Me: You may go and snob where ever else you want and the way you want with your bloody desperate spree of nuisance. They: You dare to abuse me and give a undignified verbal assault? I will see to this. Me: Ohkay. They: So you arent affected right and you don't bother at all. You think you are very smart and we cant overpower you? Me: Dafuc!!, bwhahahahhahah ahahahahahhahahahahhahahha!!.. They are ...
Lemniscate is our fate and so are the certain arcs that frame us together in a loop, infinitely. The first scene of the movie moans the life to emotions of Devi. Indeed, making love is an art and the curiosity of all the senses within us proposes it all. Vulgar is the way the world accepts it. Vulgar is the notion when it is not bound to commitment. Vulgar it is when it is made public. Vulgarity lies in the secrecy of it. It was love, undeclared. It was love, that died. The sensibility of portraying sexual encounter is so intact that it galvanizes the awkwardness felt by a couple when they make love for the first time, in close association to reality. The morality of cheap thoughts emerges when it is spitted on the character of Devi, "tumhari zindagi toh condemn ho gayi" after the police intrudes in their private space and films her nude. As the plot progresses, the sheer simplicity expressed by Deepak as he falls in love with Shaalu takes us along to a diff...
They say, "Go to Goa, party harder, get drenched in boose and walk red-eyed on grass. It is Goa. Goa is high, hyper and hippie." I heard that all and knew that there is much more to the specified highs here. On a psychadelic trip away from the horns and hustles, this part of India has to offer the most well defined culture, heritage and essence of it's own existence. Having quit my corporate enslavement lately, this was a much awaited exploration of my life. Being a mesmerized traveler on Konkan routes for five years, I was very much fascinated by the tattooed firangs and the Kokam squashes at Margao Railway Station. I used to travel alone in my two-tier side berth most of the times and watched everything pass by, with a book in hand, sitting under the blanket. I never could relay it to anybody but there was an intuitive connection to this part of India. The moment I was offered an official visit here, all I could say without a second thought was a ...
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