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In love, all over again.

posted on , by Vani Viswanathan

My hands shiver. My head pounds. I look around at the people around me, at the posters of the Tennis greats punching the air in victory. I’m here to watch a Tennis match played by my favourite sportsperson in the world. I pinch myself hard to see if I actually am here. I want to scream out loud, in joyous rapture, as the guy starts to talk. And I just did. Scream my heart out. I’m here, I’m going to watch them play, my first favourite with my second. God bless, one of my dreams is just coming trues.So ...

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Saawariya.. a review

posted on , by Vani Viswanathan

Saawariya? Nalla kaettan. Konnutan, SLB.I have to warn you there may be spoilers ahead, and.. oh, wait... there's hardly any story. Never mind, just read on if you will.Not so long ago, there was a director who made movies which were critically acclaimed, winning National Awards, and so on. And then he made Devdas, a glitzy, filled-with-grandeur-and-big-stars-and-similar-sounding-songs, nevertheless-wildly-successfuly movie, which (unfortunately) beat many other good movies to be India's selection ...

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People got to be clear with their questions...

posted on , by Vani Viswanathan

It was the last day of internship. Oh, those good old last days of internship in June. I'm delighted, everything looks rosy, I'm grinning from ear to ear. I walk to the bus stop at 7 40 am, for the last time in months to come, to be an organization's employee. An Indian guy comes to the bus stop, someone I don't know. Postgrad student, I tell myself. I'm smiling away to glory anyway. I sit in the bus stop, waiting for my friend to join me, munching on my toast. Some minutes later, the guy looks ...