Will The Real Woody Please Stand Up Not so long ago, a strange, corrupted, translated, and least of all chauvinist, version of a Tamil proverb, splashed in bright graffiti on the back seat of an auto rickshaw, stared me in the face: Continue reading
The Ultimate Salvation for Writers Disconnected from reality, often writers live in a world of their own. A world where the lines between fact and fiction, conscious and subconscious, and hope and despair dissolve to give birth to their next best (or worst) creation: a novel, script, play et al. A world of fantasy perhaps … Continue reading
I Met a Short Frail Strange Woody Allen On a lazy Sunday afternoon your grey cells are hibernating and all you do is stare into infinity, dream about dreams that always remain dreams, and the sweet pleasure that dissatisfaction brings. A perfect day to indulge in some strange, unpredictable (or maybe predictable, depends on how … Continue reading
