THE FORGOTTEN STORIES

No single soul requires an introduction for Leonardo Dicaprio. The man who succeeded in grabbing the attention of millions at a very young age. The man who was destined to be a renowned actor, who was able to take home many awards and accolades. So let's take a moment to appreciate the highly talented and handsome Leo. Undoubtedly he is one of the most excellent & exceptional actors in the world. He has a special capability to lure us into his charm through the portrayal of unconventional characters. He can also literally strangle our thoughts and emotions at the same time. The characters he portrays are not superheroes who can do anything, but simply ordinary people who are broken and are left to face fate. Leo specifically chooses edgy avant-garde characters in most of his films because it can always bring out the best in him. He not only presents a broken man's depression and hopelessness but also his inner turmoil very convincingly. Teddy, Dom, Glass, Billy, and Frank i

Childhood is a phase where we feel everything deeply. Every traumatic, as well as happy incidents, get imprinted in us during this stage that the memories of those determine our further life. Rajesh Pillai's Mili is such a character who was deeply affected by her mother's illness & her death. Mili is a representative of many children whose childhood gets lost in the struggle to cope with the indigestive-syllabuses & who are forced to believe that a failure in it would determine what they are. The slow and beautiful transformation of Mili from an introverted, depressed girl to an independent inspiring person is touching. With the help of a handful number of right people who are ready to go extra miles for her, Mili steps out of her comfort zone by breaking her shell of insecurities which is as old as her. Mili makes sure that the children that she teaches are not judged by their inabilities or marks like she was but their small skills that no one actually notices. She al

Most of the movies talk about friendship from schools and colleges with people of the same age group & glorify that particular phase of life. But the movie stand-up portrays the friendship between six people of different age groups & how they stand up for their friend when something wrong happens. Diya is the youngest in the group who is in love with Amal, Keerthi's brother. Diya's life turns upside down when Amal who is an authoritative, possessive boyfriend attacks & sexually assaults her when she decides to end the toxic relationship. Being born in an orthodox family, Diya is told to keep her silence by her parents, and both families decide to save their face by conducting the marriage between Diya & Amal. It is when Keerthi, the bold stand-up comedian, and sister of Amal rise to the occasion. She fights with her family for Diya and stands up for her to make sure justice is done without bothering about the consequences. Thasni, Sujith also helps Keerthi &

I'm sorry for women out there who do not have a room of their own, to cry out loud. I'm sorry for women who do not have a space of their own to soliloquize. I'm sorry for women out there who suffocate in the air of pretension and who struggle to let go. I'm sorry for women who cannot enjoy the silence, And who are silenced when they want to whoop it up. I'm sorry for women who cannot say 'no', Who is touched, when they don't want to be. I'm sorry for women who are surrounded by when they long for loneliness. I'm sorry for women whose broken heart is not mended. I'm sorry for women who are killed a thousand times when they live. I'm sorry for women who can be billionaires by selling their tears. I'm sorry for women who are blamed for being selfish. I'm sorry for women who are doomed from birth.                                            I'm sorry for women who bleed and bleed and bleed, And who cannot give birth. I'm sorry

I want to hold you forever, till the end, When your hairs sieved the sunlight every single time, I used to brush it. I never got a chance to ask you How do you feel about me, But I knew you had the same feelings hidden in you. Ashamed, you said we were friends  on vacation in Vienna, And brothers in Paris. No, we are not friends or brothers But you are my lover, Do you think the way I think? When you lied about your love life Your eyes refused to look mine. You were not certain, You were afraid to confirm. I remember the day you walked into my life, Saying you liked my Hawaiian shirt. It's okay if you don't remember, It's okay if you are afraid. While we all chase the love, we go for the perfect, For the easy life. But I cannot forget the love in your eyes for me, entangled in the trauma of perfection. Your words always brought the winter before me, Like a bird, I felt my flight. I pray that you realise your heart, I will be here for you, waiting in my old cabin. Just be ho

Dear Martha and Jonas,   Both of you amused me with your story. You both had a very complicated life that an ordinary human finds difficult to decipher. Yet you succeeded in making me understand what shit was actually going through your lives and how difficult it is to survive in those conditions.    Jonas, you were that teenage boy living in Winden with a perpetual sadness in your face. You were content with your small family, friends, and Martha. But you found it difficult to cope with your father's unexpected demise and you wondered why he took his own life. But when you finally got answers for everything, you cursed yourselves for having such a life. You realized the fact that you could not love your Martha anymore and things would not be the same from that very moment. But you tried really hard to make things right because you cared for others and you wanted your people to be happy again. You even wished for a world without you and tried to take your life since you understood

Pleasing Prakash talked through  books, his shirts smelled of old books, redolent of dusts and decayed of hopes. The corners of his library would lit up in glee at the sight of a rare reader, But pleasing Prakash always stood at the threshold to please  his visitors with  the aroma of new and old books. He would open up his library everyday, to please two or three regulars. He watched Shakespeare, Tolstoy, Eliot,Bronte and Woolf  being borrowed for little pleasures, taking his regulars for a visit to different centuries. Pleasing Prakash knew the racks and the covers and its exactness, he waits for the visitors to comment over the books, thus jumping into a deep discussion. It was a Saturday evening when the riots broke out, Pleasing Prakash with his firmness and political correctness, was watching the police and the protesters, he knows who is right and wrong. The next minute he saw a rock , flying high up in the air  aiming the forehead of the policeman. Charging orders were employed