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I wandered deep into the old cotton fields, and heard the voices of the sad Afro-American saints again, last night. And in those moments, I saw the light of eternity. For, the pathways to divinity exist in certain micro-intervals between the seven music notes. Even in the academic circles...
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The cinema of Malayalam, having since its alpha days attracted intellectual artists, has essentially been a canvas on which conscientious thinkers imaged the struggles of the individual. Of realism. It is notable that the cinema of this region/language, unlike many others all over the world—this assertion of course omits...
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Stardom is fickle; occasionally lifting its achievers high up in the air only to throw them mercilessly down the hill. Sustained survival at the heights isn’t easy for it is dependent on the varying tastes and moods of an external source, a not-very-predictable audience. With eleven duds in a...
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SCENE Day – Exterior – Long shot. A dude in dark sunglasses and slick attire rides into the frame on a flashy green old Royal Enfield. The director yells, “Cut”. Close up: MAMMOOTTY. Mammootty jumps off the bullet, and smiles. He walks towards the technicians, and does some charismatic clowning around; very...
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Using chopped up pieces of coconut tree branches as their electric guitars, bathroom buckets and broomsticks as their drum kit, and a soda bottle as their mike, recently, a band performed for the “mock” Rock event at Sofia College’s ‘Kaleidoscope’ fest. Then, they smashed their “musical instruments” on the...
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When a material thief is caught, they are first beaten up and then imprisoned. Why then, are those charged (if ever) with the more severe crime of intellectual thievery, let off with a monetary fine? Plagiarism is a serious offense to thinkers, and those who are guilty of committing...
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I drew up the blinds one morning and watched the city’s critics striding in through the PVR Cinema entrance. Ah, the Big B’s big day; in a few hours, we would know if he’s done justice to his Shakespearean fan character. Instead, a while later, a mob appeared on...
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When I was a teen, my room was stacked with electric guitars; an improvised amp, woofer, and tweeter; and an old drum kit with a wobbly, bass peddle that kept falling off every once in a while. Fortunately, I didn’t cut an album and become a legend like some...
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Sometime in the late-60s, a young American wanting to be famous set fire to his guitar on stage. The story made headlines and made him a legend overnight. In later concerts and recordings, he would make his guitar speak a few words in English. He wasn’t the first, or...