Love. Feel of a birth. Feel of a death. Feel of a survival. Summation of all emotions to the point of infinity. Is this love? Is that love? What is love? Is love extremely partial towards meeting desired specification in a man or a woman imbibed since birth, or built in for make over during middle stages, or structured along teenage to conquer lust? What is it that sets love between a boy and a girl apart from love of and among others? Truly, no one on this earth would have given you an answer as straight as a direct line in geometry. We hear of myriad stories, those ending nowhere and some of the thinking tales crossing line of acceptance, and some even bordering on resentment from both ends. Some stories are needless to mention by the apparent standards they seem to have adopted as well. It’s interesting to call for sense in love when all you get from love and communicate through it is emotion, fractionally higher or even more. Emotions are the baby steps which undergo transition from time to time as if in accordance to course curriculum of university graduation wherein the +2 student feels overwhelmed with daunting nature of contents added up as integrals on the first look though he never feels relatively newer versions of emotion a burden at all. It’s this kind of adding up of emotions – appropriate, relevant, or even those silly mistakes in order to maintain feel radar on its axis of rotation – taken as responsibility to understand the other person which makes this strange feeling look like it’s always strange. Refreshing. Slightly different from drama though! And the drama part in love is never short of making its impact felt all through the syllabus of love. As contemplated above, emotions emanate from spontaneity rather than from longevity of maintenance of feel, notwithstanding the accepted norm that it’s the longevity of spontaneous emotions that become inevitable in maintaining dignity of the other person, as also her maturity. Kumari 21F directed by Sukumar in Telugu made an attempt at diagnosing love and the understanding nemesis that surrounds the feel but I feel it ran short of curing the nemesis that engulfs men and women who could have just come out of colleges in pursuit of life and enjoyment it brings. Eye contact and emotions are inter-twinned that any deviation from originally thought out stance on the other person would result in change of body language!
Powerful argument. Derived from erudite observation. Enough.
Congratulations, dear Kanche movie makers, on winning the national award in best Telugu film category. And, quite not the movie of sorts from S.S.Rajanouli, Baahubali the beginning won the best film at the National Awards. While many have no objection to the national award being announced for the highest ever budget film in independent India, the award for Kanche movie has taken few like me by surprise not because it lacked intensity to be applauded but going by the assessment of adjudicating authority which only years ago garlanded Dirty Picture with “Best Make-up Artist”, “Best Costume Designer”, and also “Best Actress” because many felt the movie apparently shifted from its focus on highlighting issues of women entering silver screen to gaze south sizzling artist Silk Smitha in a rather poor light. Well, man makes mistakes but to what extent can they be excused is something that baffles us. Surely, the actress Vidya Balan deserved appreciation for showing no inhibition for exposure of skin besides extracting expressions of a woman craving for limelight and survival, but national award for the role is overrated. Coming on to the current edition of national awards, Kanche directed by Radhakrishna Jagarlamudi draws comparison between mass racist murders of second world war in Germany and humiliation of people back home in undivided India based on Manusmriti of the yore. While very few can attempt at comprehending Manusmriti, people at large though thoroughly well versed with experimental science can not even get answers they sought. Baahubali the beginning has created a number of records proprietary to the film unit. S.S. Rajamouli has always seemed to have got what it takes to beat around bush yet present in a way audience would have liked. Plot and narration have created a belonging of sorts but the screen play involving actress Tamannah has evoked mixed response from the audience. Even by the standards of B class and C class centres, the introduction of the title hero Baahubali and presentation of second half were overly delayed, thanks to the present Tamannah for you effect! Ramya Krishnan has drawn vast experience to the screen with her powerful enactment of drama and body language. Prabhas and Rana Daggubati led their roles comfortably in the end, but we don’t do any justice when we don’t mention Satyaraj who donned impeccable role of Kattappa.
Update: West Indies wins world T20 in women’s and men’s categories at Eden Gardens. I have been watching cricket since Tendulkar (yes, the same guy who had teased Shane Warne on tracks of his choice!) had a rampant sketch for his calibre marked on beautiful international cricket canvas, WACA in Perth in the year 1992. With the same intent as I have been watching on TV and after reading multitude of stories written by columnists who would eat anything but words, I too played some cricket at some length. But the incessant desire to excel on 22 yards has never died down, more as a bowler, strange considering my admiration for Steve Waugh and Sachin Tendulkar. Even now, if ordered by the BCCI which I would religiously find fault for Indians mess every time they choked in a multi national tournament such as the recently concluded T20 World Cup, I would just sign off my writing agreements. All for a return of my name embroidered on a sky blue tee shirt with a number, presumably five or ninety nine! Madness right? More than the very definition and intent of madness. Yeah, and, have you figured out that I said something on the conclusion of twenty twenty world cup recently, when in actuality the final between England and West Indies is slated to be played out on the night of April 3 at the Eden Gardens? Sounds another madness or jealousy firing on all cylinders of my sense, but frankly the euphoria of an India England summit clash would be deliberately different. And the last time they fought against each other was in Champions Trophy One Day final. Mark the sound and exaggeration that I wanted to attach with the term One Day. One Day match is not just about superiority of numbers and duration of the game, but that has a long history of introducing icons who by the very game they cherished received the status as a token of respect and memory for making contests out of nowhere. The world cups till 2007 were a different ball game together. Twenty twenty was resorted by the International Cricket Council as a means to achieve mindful proximity, or to strike balance to say the least, between longer version and limited version. On this very radar of test and one day that employ discipline, quality, and patience for a maximum of five days, and summon little of the three in a single day respectively, fell the little or shorter version called twenty twenty. But the seemingly gentlemen’s game by then was already under the trap of business houses, as if spectators would have requested them to make experiments and bring on a special menu of excitement on the lines of Q3s or Q4s. Since the adoption of power plays, divided for the comfort of batsmen, the game turned into a bat game. Sounds strange even then that Wasim Akram or Glenn McGrath would have their retirements early for house making had this…
I was in the national capital for a brief period in late February 2016. The cameo visit was official and personal as if it would have to resemble traits of my zodiac sun sign, and since I truly and firmly believed at that time, that I belonged to a middle class nuclear family of a developing nation-state in the making called India (preparation has been on since Jawaharlal Nehru unfurled the national pride in three symbolic colours on Lal Quilla in 1947!), which typifies customs the day time and embraces western the night time probably as repentance, and vice versa, I settled myself for travel on a third Air Conditioned class journey ticket. Wow, that’s air conditioned class, dude! I felt like that’s my maiden journey to the national capital though in reality I visited Mukherjee Nagar to meet my friend in 2004, and visited Karolbagh for an interview for faculty position in 2009. The details presented so far render themselves useless if they have no substance in the current discussion. My train reached New Delhi Junction, the destination junction, with a delay of 30 minutes in relay at Hazrat Nizamuddin Junction, the originating and destination junction for trains making upward and downward journey from southern states. Even if this doesn’t reveal why I mentioned railway itinerary and its relevance to the discussion, my English would have by this time made you identify that either a Madarasi or gult is on internet weaving a story out of nothing! If one goes by common sense and by adhering to Vaastu of biological body (well, mine is not astral body by the way!), journey for about 36 hours on Indian Railways should render any human worthless for at least a day, especially with the train making halts for boarding passengers at Nagpur, Bhopal, Gwalior, Jhansi. The berth adjustments criterion citing newly married couples be given first preference as if they would kiss for the first time in front of a waiting audience who might order curious teenagers to self censor (perhaps self control!), alteration of seat preferences while grand fathers and mothers would find it difficult to sip cups of coffee, food items seen as reflections of the great Indian diversity, languages that we would speak as if someone from other states should listen to, and so on did indeed become norm for accommodating co-passengers just as they do for us. Many of the passengers apparently belong to majority of nation but the very linkage of majority and minority to a geographic nation-state was something that I felt I should avoid for preserving common sense in me. My marks at the Senior Secondary Certificate (SSC) and Intermediate (BIE) are anything but extraordinary as I was never Sharmaji’s son or tried to impress the girl next door!
An Open Letter to Andhra Pradesh government! CC: Board of Intermediate Education, B.I.E., AP, Hyderabad
ScoopLense wishes students who have appeared at the IPE 2016 first and second year the required luck to sail through in the next league, graduation and research/entrepreneurship. While it’s commendable that the conduct of IPE has so far been good and decent on occasions – issue of hall tickets and pass percentages have always seen rise ever since Chandrababu Naidu made it compulsory to announce results well in advance so as to relieve parents and students from anxiety syndromes. The decency here implies to setting of question papers, with an emergency set of question papers kept in abeyance of normal machinery, with a sense to ignite passion amongst student community to reinvent themselves, which is only possible if the questions in examination papers stimulate strength of intelligence rather than maintain routine chores of securing marks with no benefit other than setting up for an All India examination like JEE of IITs. It is in the best interests of student community that we, at ScoopLense, have primarily conducted a survey with small sample size. The letter therefore is anything but criticism of existing structure. We would like to have your kind attention and empathy on to the following details. With due respect to the Board of Intermediate Education, B.I.E, AP, Hyderabad, which has successfully conducted examinations across Andhra Pradesh and erstwhile Telangana region, from and on behalf of student fraternity and intelligentsia, we would like to present before you the matter of concern regarding conduct of practical examination for the first and the second year intermediate students. The procedure for intermediate examination, especially practical examination, mandatorily stipulates students appearing at the practical examinations to conduct and demonstrate experimental observations in only those colleges where they have prepared for theory and performed practical preparatory tests and submitted observational record books. These admitting institutes are also said to be the sole medium of communication between BIE and student. As we all are aware of the fact that theory examinations, known as IPE, started jumbling process in order to minimize mal practice and prevent mass copying almost a decade ago, with a prior notification of intention of government policy to the admitting institutes through public means of communication well in advance, the change has appeared to serve its purpose quite significantly. But the latest G.O. issued in February 2016 regarding preventing mass scale duplication of practical observations and mass copying, just when the students were about to fine tune their practical observations and submit record books, had made students stranded. Many of the students had acquainted themselves with laboratory structure and observational environment of the very colleges they had prepared for theory and conducted practical observations. The very fact that science group students – to whom Physics and Chemistry would go along major part of their under graduation and graduation – may not have belonged to the intellectual echelons of James Clerk Maxwell, Oliver Heaviside who attributed most of his astounding Mathematical prowess to the former, Lorentz, or even Darwin, is something that we…
Must watch in INOX theatres only for better sound and experience. Devisri Prasad made violin play with ease throughout the movie. A fitting climax in the end should take the movie forward in competing with industry’s number game in revenue. What happens when you turn an object anti clockwise? Will that have an impact on material stuff or on fellow human being? Or corresponding emotions of the object will have a say on emotions of the man? What will you do to outsmart a man who you believe had outwitted you in your burgeoning business? Will you be a nice man and do the opposite – teach a pervert his lesson? Yes or No will depend on corresponding emotion!
Vivekananda’s wisdom tree and its branches. Happy National Youth Day!
English. That one stupid who teaches you how to unleash emotions in multiple flavours. How to master this double edged yet seemingly professional language in a simple manner is actually a big business idea. Business houses of repute for teaching English never seem to have run out of master plans to weave a web around insecure job applicants, make no mistake. Chief thanks to myriad sources available nowadays as online and offline, any serious task master can learn and eventually master British English (we’re not trying to suffocate US tourist pipelines with single fact in mind – a colony of the British imperialism till 1776 or the famous Boston Tea Party!).
So, the new year has arrived with many expectations. Have you yet decided on anything new? Or just reading the list for the “2015 to do” for the second time? Think about it. Well, for the moment we can wish our Indian contingents to make it happen at Rio Olympics with a happy and perfect year full of medals and improved performances where peers steal the show and hard work with smartness! Some top quotes from “The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari” by Robin Sharma reflect the power of positive thinking engrossed in human mind, and when streamlined its efficacy in synchronizing heart and mind for growth. All the best! “There’s a purpose behind everything that has ever happened to you and everything that will ever happen to you” “What lies in front of you and behind you is nothing when compared to what lies within you” “And how can any more go in .. until you first empty your cup? (referring to mind’s obsession to remain preoccupied with the precedent My cup is overflowing. No matter how hard you try, no more will go in)” “Every event has a purpose and every setback its lesson” “Failure is essential to personal expansion” “Never regret past, rather embrace it as the teacher that it is” “When the student is ready, the teacher appears”
Santhosh, ScoopLense. Wish our readers and well wishers a very happy and prosperous new year 2016! May this new year year prove to be sufficient in all respects, of health, wealth, study, business, and growing sense of belonging and prosperity! We have been fortunate enough to live on this planet – a summation of known and unknown forces that cause and enliven living and non living organisms, which in turn make this place a better one to breathe easy. The world as it appears, therefore, is collective effort for continuous evolution. Galaxies we have heard about through books (Milky Way System) are nothing but composition of species – of both gargantuan and atomic scale, which comfortably remind us a calculus way of looking and solving mysteries and problems engulfing mankind; you add up one after another till you reach your known goal post, in mathematics or in real life, only to put them apart to see if you can rearrange them again. How beautiful yet complex it is! As a morale booster, ScoopLense reminds you of a small fact, that turning on to new year is just another addition to your way of adding up numbers in life to make that life of yours a countable set in terms of years – perhaps liveable years, slightly different from surviving. Count now on ward how many years you have managed to survive and live on your own – financially, socially, individually, and as a human. Be a force of reckoning!