My Logical Review for the Logic based Movie, Orange!

Last week my friend asked me to join him for the movie Orange and I couldn’t because of my schedule. Sorry my dear friend and Mr. Naga Babu. I am sorry for this gentleman for I have watched the movie, without patronizing my telugu film through the proper channel (let us contain the secret).

The movie is a stress buster (if not for what I’ll tell you later) with good music and glazy quality which is one of the parameters I adore giving weight to, in rating a movie. After reverberating success of Magadheera, Ram Charan should certainly be praised for trying a contemporary genre, well divergent from the blockbuster and proving him in that.

Thanks Genillia for standing on my side. The last time I argued with my friends during the movie Bommarillu, that she is a fantastic example for what is called over-acting, I was firmly rebuked. This time she stood strongly for my point in her own effortless way. Funny though!

I somehow didn’t digest what is tried to be conveyed by this director neither in Bommarillu nor in this movie. Now, the concept certainly generated enough heat for debates and also I have seen few of my very logical friends (or at least as they claim) supporting the concept strongly on facebook and wheresoever and taunting me to write this piece.

The protagonist tries to ascertain that no matter how true be your love is, it sustains for a finite time. Forgive me if you think that is not the area of my expertise to involve in a debate. But if you want to be surprised “it is!” and so is it for anyone of us. The love I know is from the way I love my parents, my brother, my sister and my relatives and last but not least my friends no matter what may happen in the course of time. If love that is shown in all movies as chemistry between hero and heroine is much comparable to my love as it is strong enough to bias your mind making the partner a family member, then I wonder how you could still say that it sustains for finite time only.

Over years I see that my love is the same as it was and I miss my loves no matter how many days I am away from them. I see the same love in their eyes when I return to them. So why not the love they call as love between the two pakodees, doesn’t sustain infinitely unless it has darker fundamental motives than projected on face?! My say is if it doesn’t stay it is not love by any logical definition. I reserve from naming that otherwise. Somebody stop me now , I am breathing fast with tightened fist to deliver a punch right on his nose so that he bleeds for a finite amount of time and I regain my cool lost in the patience spent to watch until the even clumsier climax.        

The climax is a solution based on finite increment-quasi continuous scheme to prolong the love to the eternity! My hair follicle!!! (Forgive my expression; I can’t be cruder than this!) But still go and watch the movie for those two paragraphs on the top, if you haven’t yet! Hence is the rating 2paras/6paras i.e., 1/3J!!!

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The Land of Ecstasy!

Reading the title, they who know me would definitely presume that I am talking about Guntur. This time rather in a pursuit to seamlessly escape their difference, maybe I should use some proven literary lemma to define what in fact, ‘the land of ecstasy’ could mean to me than describing Guntur. ‘Creating life on the Moon’℗ or a wonderland of Lewis Carroll are as you know, way too far for my senses of imagination (at least for this moment).

Yet I have been giving my best shot while enjoying the beautiful colours of the Fall at Nashville, imagining how the life of ‘next-gen’ children can be with animated books, of course quite possible through gizmos like iPads and schools turning into iGloos while professors finding the ease through these new teaching aids. If you like the conception I have a whole narration once done in a rather ambiguous situation, but that saga justifies for the title ‘land of sophistication’ or ‘land of fantasy’ as described by Rowling.

My naïve imagination also proved useful sometimes to stay away from dormancy during a somber lecture. The imagination in this case was the gloomy professor ‘in bikini at the beach’™. The thought did the required magic from the humour it generated. Yes, I am talking this now. On the contrary, I also sleep for imaginations in dreams.

Sleeping few hours more than prescribed is a quirk of mine and bringing that point here is what I feel is a nostalgic recollection even to few others who were associated with me and found it almost unendurable to break my impeccable sleep. Not killing the brevity in presenting the idiosyncratic nature of them, an instance is ‘how much light can possibly be stored in a steel container’. I was fascinated that morning learning that light has particle nature too. Though the dream was an unrealistic lab platform it supported an argument I could evidently not do consciously, of course not even with you. Yet nothing is so ecstatic about the sleep.

Appa, I always postponed expressing it to you, how magnanimous you were to me, believing that by tomorrow I would do that better by being a better me. I did not know then that I would wake up that 'tomorrow' to learn that I would lose the opportunity for this life! I ask God, better me now, to fulfill my expression through You! Now I sign-off to sleep for the ecstasy from the belief that I could still fulfill the expression in your presence, my pater at my land of ecstasy, the land of my recreated opportunity. So I do long for more hours of sleep for the rendezvous. I shall keep in touch as always as I did, as always as you said.