http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?blogId=387 All about me, the would be film maker There is absurdity and the world stood still Innocence was stripped and wiped away Zigzag thoughts rushing down the hill I pan the mind and recollect the day In bright blue flashbacks, when Innocence was stripped and wiped away At times the world is beyond my ken And I begin to fear the end of love In bright blue flashbacks, when A plethora of love songs shove My mind and I blink away the tears And I begin to fear the end of love I wished somebody would wipe my fears And whisper http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=2369&blogId=387 Mon, 20 Mar 2006 16:24:09 +0000 Naked In the Rain -----He loved her And She loved the rain. He wanted to read his favourite book, Sit at the old fashioned chair near the window, Put his feet on the antique pine wood table And Read aloud his favourite lines. Instead.... He stood naked in the rain. He wanted to drink a glass of wine, Lie down on the couch in the corner of the room, Play comfy music on the record player And watch the rain through the misty wine glass. Instead.... He stood naked in the rain. He wanted to light a cigarette, Stand out under the sunshade in the balcony, Listen to the sound of rain beating the world, And watch the cigarette die out. Instead.... He stood naked in the rain. He wanted to write a new poem, write her name on the paper boat, Fill the buckets with the fresh rain water, And dedicate the poem to her. Instead.... He stood naked in the rain. -----He loves her And She loves the rain. http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=2363&blogId=387 Mon, 20 Mar 2006 15:40:50 +0000 This is a translation of Sri Sri's "Sandhya Samasyalu" a poem featured in his magnum opus "Maha Prasathanam" One Evening http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=2362&blogId=387 Mon, 20 Mar 2006 15:39:02 +0000 He eats a rotten apple. Its reddish colour is tardily vanishing in to a dark brown. Why the colour does resemble yours so lovingly? The juices slide inwardly upon the tongue. The maleficent taste drags on the lips. He watches a drawn-out TV episode. Its heroine is growing old too soon. Why the lady does resemble you so lovingly? The frames slide one after another on the screen. The wrinkles on her face are felt nether his eyes. He listens to a played out tape. Its music is reversing into perturbing noise. Why the music does resemble your smile so lovingly? The tracks slide shakily upon the magnetic head. The noise matures violently in his ears. He lies on a worn-out bed. Its cushion springs are now a mass of metal. Why the bed does resemble your skin so lovingly? The body lies still on the bed at rest. The life slowly breaks away from his body. http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=2361&blogId=387 Mon, 20 Mar 2006 15:34:51 +0000 1 to 10 First impressions, secondary love, third night, fourth lover, fifth condom, sixth sense, seventh fight, eight PM, nine lies, Ten is when she's gone. http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=2360&blogId=387 Mon, 20 Mar 2006 15:33:32 +0000 Last week, K Balachander was at Suchitra FilmClub, Bangaolre to participate in a discussion about his award winning film Thaneer Thaneer. Here is the transcript of the discussion. Q & A with K.Balachander. Q) When Kannada filmmakers like Girish Kasaravalli and Malayalam Directors like Adoor Gopala Krishnan are making films with a conviction and seriousness towards film as an art form, why is it that most Tamil film makers, who are not less talented, are making films using a middle path to the so called safe formula of 'not too commercial not too serious and artistic? What is your opinion about this being a director who followed the same path? A) The answer for such a long question is actually very simple. It http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=2359&blogId=387 Mon, 20 Mar 2006 15:32:14 +0000