The Lunch Box, the short review

A subtle and romantic Oldie(Irfan Khan), A beautiful and patient housewife who has found new love unshackling herself from monotony, the ever so enthusiastic wannabe workaholic Nawazi, the simple letters that touch and convey, the love that subtly sways your heart with all its practicality and the waited loss of logic when it comes to affairs of the heart. To add to all of this, The Midas touch of Irfan Khan, the ever so beautiful newbie Nimrat Kaur, refreshing cinematography, understandable philosophy and the rightly paced narrative, act as the perfect meal that any Cinegoer's wishful thinking lunchbox could have been packed with. Lunchbox is more of a punch box in an ever increasing new trend of art movies becoming hits, slowly picking pace in Indian Cinema. Art i felt, as a matter of heart. A must watch.

My write-up for a photographer!

About me;

Hrithik Roshan  goes my name. Born and bred in Bangalore, raised and fed by loving parents. Am taking care of their creation for me, “my family business”. I have an MBA from  a reputed University.

Found Love;

I am a photography enthusiast, who capitalises on the inability of the eyes and the human mind to retain the sight of the divine marvel of nature and the creations of masterminds of humanity. I love sharing the creation of my vision on celluloid, on every one of my photography missions with like-minded people and nature enthusiasts. With the hope of appreciation that my eyes had for these wonder shots, I present to thee, my effort on celebrating the creations captured by me, with hard work and unswerving dedication to this passion of mine.

I have visited various heritage sites of Mother Earth (may not be the ones declared as such by humans) and have been inebriated on every sight of what it has to offer to humanity. I have braved the physical obstacles that nature poses in order to capture this captivating magnum opus of divinity and humanity. Photography I believe is poetry in motion, for every one with ability to see and believe in wonders. It is the mother of all inventions.

Willing to share with thee my passion;

I am a student of my lens, willing to share it and tutor other students sharing the same enthusiasm of mine, for this beautiful passion of creation and reminiscence. I shall make time to flirt with this passion of mine with enthusiasts in workshops.

Punch-line if need be:

Divinity oozes class; this is my fervent effort to bring it to the mass.
Thanks to Amit Pramod Kamat for giving me a chance.

         

The Brick layer of Taj Mahal

I heard a tv dialogue that a guy loving a beauty is just an ordinary brick-layer incapable of building the Taj for the most beautiful human being and the maximum he could do was to gaze at this marvel of a human creation. My feeling is that he laid the bricks of Taj with his heart and showed it to his beauty now and again. He reminded his adviser that the material Taj was built by thousands of brick-layers, with the money of the lover and the vision of a poet, for someone deceased. But he has built his Taj not in the memory of a loved one, as she lives on in his heart till his breath ceases, for time immemorial. He needn't show her ghost, this memorial of materiality nor exhibit his memorial to public for their marvel. All he does is build this Taj with the bricks of love and mortar of conviction, that one day she shall realize this hearty feat and reside in his sanctum sanctorum of  beauty, which shall become a love that will be remembered for time immemorial.

Pic Courtesy:http://famouswonders.com/taj-mahal-story/