The Raghavan Instincts

A soaring spirit in a fragile frame; Brittle but yet so hard to tame. It wails & squeals & pricks me within This raging Minotaur yearns escape. Tied to me? Or am I to it? The eternal question that fails to tire. Just stay civil, try being benign, and Just don't torture up till my pyre. The sages tried with all their might; The learned with their rational ways. The ignorant me just pleads on my knees. But all in vain. All in vain. There's no agony worse than the self Nor any joy if not for it. Hard to treat them just as equal When tears don't cease to touch the soil. What is soul but just a thought? And what is thought but the soul? Why is there a battle between And why care if there'd be victory! Write, you will, with all your will, for That's just a sane thing to do. But tell me how to pin this down This monster in disguise within.

After all the uncertainty in being able to watch the movie, it all started like, "Yeah, go ahead, amaze me as usual". But I was let down. It's one thing to not have great expectations, and another to have none at all. I had none, and was still disappointed. I don't know about most others out there, but more than whatever a movie intends to convey, all I expect to get out of one is just an experience, and it hurt to have not gotten much. I know little of the jargon involved, but I think there are certain terms like - character arc, conflict, etc. Whatever composes a good one, I'm sure they're all there - but just weren't put together as well as they should've been. The sum of parts was indeed greater than the whole, but the latter seemed to be much lesser than the former. ---Spoilers ahead--- There's this movie Uttama Villain that we go to watch but end up having to watch the movie made within - also, Uttama Villain. The real one revolves aro...

When you're tired of being asked you if know Kannada

My first employer had an entire day assigned just for this session on "Speaking up", back when I had just joined the organization. But I've come to understand its importance only recently. To & fro, I travel everyday for nearly 3.5 hrs, and in the past few months, I've been using more of public transport than I've ever done, and I come across various classes of people all commuting in harmony, and sometimes even amidst mini stampedes. Dailies of many languages are sold at the railway stations, and Chennai, surprisingly to me, seems to have a lot of diversity, at least in its literate crowd. There are college students chatting loud all the way; drunkards sitting at the entrances conversing with their imaginary; old vendors rushing into the general compartments with all their commodities that would pay them for the day; mid-aged couple fighting some family issue out, while continuously trying in vain to control their soaring voices; a mother boarding a compar...