A WHISPER IN YOUR HEAD

  After dozens of reels on Instagram, I finally decided to watch the movie “Kingdom of Heaven” directors cut. I had formerly watched the official version, but there’s something about medieval age war movies that pulls me back. The iron swords, chainmail armor, silky capes, bravery and bloodshed amidst epic music and whatnot. (a quick plot synopsis is jotted at the end, if you would like to know the story. In short, it is an epic historical drama under the premise of the Holy Crusades, narrating the tale of blacksmith Balian as he goes to Jerusalem to undergo his path to redemption) I don’t know where to start with this film. Not being a movie just about the siege of the city of Jerusalem, it dives deep into the politics associated within the Holy Kingdom itself. A topic as delicate as the conflict between religions is portrayed so efficiently that rooting for any side is just a matter of preference. Unlike the film “300” where the Spartans are shown as brave warriors who were all a

  Dear Reader, I was looking at my previous entries and realized that I had never written one on trains. Being one who likes holding onto tickets for some funny reason, this blog was long overdue. I remember once a ticket collector jokingly asking me if I was stuffing tickets in my wallet to add weight for the money I didn’t have.   Having to travel home for the weekend for an occasion, it was the perfect time for this blog. Hope you will like it!   I woke up right before the alarm at 5. The train had reached before time. It was still dark outside when I looked outside the door as the train was inching towards the station. It was peaceful; the chirping of the morning birds, the slow winds amidst the clacking of metal wheels and the drone of the engine which had soldiered on all night. Getting off at the station, I was greeted to an unexpected number of commuters and passengers all moving towards the next part of their journeys, to be served perhaps by the insistent auto drivers

    Getting on the metro to Nandanam was nostalgic, for several reasons. One, I was on the way to the book fair, and the second, my girlfriend was urging me to take aesthetic pictures at the station which I had no idea about. As I got off the station, there was definitely a crowd on the way there. As I saw the YMCA ground in the distance, my eyes came across the lady who had served us Koozh (kanji) the last time we were here. On an empty stomach coming right after college, it was one of the most wholesome foods I have ever had. Moving along the crowds outside I could finally see the pavilion of the book fair.   3:50 PM    The crowd is definitely larger this time. Perhaps I should have considered this before reaching here on a Sunday evening right in the beginning of Pongal week. But I don't mind. It's nice to be in these fairs, reminds me of the ones we have back home.  4:00 PM     Just bought myself a 10 Rupee ticket. Heading inwards. The smell of books is strong! 4