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KD Karuppu Durai (2019) Cast : Mu. Ramasamy, Naga Vishal Director: Madhumitha Genre : Dramedy Synopsis : Karuppu Durai, an bedridden man nearing his eighties, wakes up from his coma and runs away from home, when he learns his family has been planning to perform ancient euthanasia on him. Rating : ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "Puts a smile across your face" ‌This is a humorous, uplifting take on 'thalaikoothal', an ancient form of euthanasia that placed the shameless monopoly of precious life in the hands of the very children that one nurtures. How ironic, I feel, when one's children can decide when you breathe your last, when it was you who breathed life into their very bodies? The story starts with Karuppu Durai, an ill man in his eighties, lying in a coma. The film begins with an beautiful, rustic monologue of senile innocence in the raspy, mellow voice of Karuppu Durai. But, to wake this comatose man, all it takes is a whiff of his daughter's biryani to get his engines ...

The fire that lived in my pupil That fed on the salt of my tears, The taste of solitude in my tongue  Where my flesh and limbs mattered Even when the heavens melted upon, I didn’t feel a trickle. You are the flame that scars my heart  Yet your fingers gently caress and heal You flavour my soul with thunder And bless me with fierce heat Yet, I find you resting  In the folds of a quiet ripple  You watch me slip and falter Like a music note in the air  Yet catch me before I fall. You crush and shatter me Only to stick my fragments together again, With silver dusts of courage. You whisper in silence, That my every atom was carefully picked From the cosmic dust of the Universe Inside every cell lies a stellar secret  And you leave the keys in my palms You run in the streaks that race on my palm In the sickly sweet ichor of my veins You are the gentle rhythm of my life, Just you, and me.

Like a droplet of the ocean, That embraces its joys And continues its worldly wander, This too shall pass, Time goes on, And so does life. No matter how many times your heart bled in agony, Or shattered into a million shards like glass, The ache is not to remain forever. The tears that escape your eyelids, Will not cling to your eyes forever, Learn to relish the beauty in the lack of time Be it your victory, Or your failure, And both would be forgotten in moments. Imagine a world, Where one is tired of too much bliss, And another’s tears would never run dry. Rage through it, for you can Because one day, The storm will die,  And your heart will let the sunshine  Revive your blood and veins Let your heart embrace time, As it hopes to heal your scars. You will walk through it, With valour and style, Like a phoenix that just rose from its ashes, Like a lone lioness, stroked by the breeze Hungry to lap up the fierce rays of noon. This too shall pass.

I felt lost. My chest felt heavy in question Woe gripped my heart's flesh Hungrily scraping the tender, warm flesh The drum of every second I felt like being ripped backwards Like a helpless mussel in the grip of roaring waves I struggled to breathe in my own tears. Every tear sizzled with my burning desire, Scorching the beauty of the moment That painful throb in my chest, To tear the skin of comfort I sought refuge in, Like the painful push of a butterfly in its cocoon That stubborn flame that refused to be hushed, To survive the agony greatness burdens you with Kindling the flame of great want and desire For the droplets of comfort to evaporate And let the wanted thirst of greatness reign The lusciously tempting fruit man chases But few survive the storm greatness carries along Most men often wither too early, And few possess the strength to stay afloat. That powerful voice that left ripples Painfully trying to push me to greatness The moisture cling...

Mothers create and nurture us. They are our rivers of unconditional love we can always count on. This Mothers' Day, I decided to take it a step further. My grandmother is the trove of love and wisdom for our family. I call her Ammamma, and you may have different names, but despite the name, every grandmother has the universal trait of unwavering love and distinct warmth our parents don't possess. Mother to five daughters, my grandma is the pillar of support our family leans on. This Mother's Day, I am excited to feature my grandmother, the strongest and most loving mama I know. Let's look at a mother's heart from the inside, tracing her origin. Walking down the memory lane.. MM : What is a dear childhood memory you still laugh at? Actually, there are many. We were five siblings together. I had two older brothers and two younger ones. I was the only little girl and the pet of my brothers. Being the only daughter, I was pampered and I was neve...

Thappad (2020) Cast : Taapsee Pannu, Pavail Gulati, Maya Sarao Director : Anubhav Sinha Genre : Drama Synopsis : Amrita lives that picture-perfect life every housewife would long for - a loving husband, doting mother-in-law and loads of liberties, until one moment shatters her life and forces her to question the worth of her marriage. "Just a slap is enough" After Mulk and Article 15, Anubhav Sinha is back with Thappad, a hard-hitting film that makes you think about a woman's position and treatment in a family. Thappad is the story of Amrita, a housewife who is happily married to her beau, Vikram, who quite obviously is running that endless marathon - in pursuit of that long-awaited life abroad. Thappad throws light on how one slap, just one, is more than enough to question a relationship. Again, it is not 'bas itni si baat'. It is that crack of a relationship, when mutual respect is shattered and loses its meaning in this delicat...

As a teen living in the 21st century, you probably might call this a silly one to pop in my head, as you brag about the progress women have made in leaps and bounds. But of what I have observed and experienced in my thirteen years - I don't think so. A few years ago, I faced an interestingly difficult situation. I was serving as the head girl of my school and I had to work with my male classmate, the headboy, to lead the Student Council. Despite my efforts to contribute as a leader, I felt my ideas and views were being suppressed by the headboy. My competence was constantly criticized. I could not find any equality in between, despite being of the same age and importance. Stepping into the shoes of the headboy, he was a student of my age who came from a patriarchal family, that exalted men to authority. He was raised by a family that favoured its sons over its daughters, and grew under the impression of a man's superiority over a woman. Despite my situation, I gave m...