THE FORGOTTEN STORIES

“Hi, I'm Chandler. I make jokes when I'm uncomfortable" might be the perfect introductory sentence to Chandler Bing. He is undoubtedly one of the best characters in the show who captured our hearts and imagination with his good looks, charm and wit. I remember growing up, watching the show, loving the characters and loving Chandler Bing a bit more. It’s unfortunate and heartbreaking to think of  his demise. The timely sarcastic dialogues and the complementing mannerisms made us all laugh with him. The sheer delight on his face when he can pass on a funny comment to his friends is nothing but a treat to eyes. His exemplary friendship with Joey,  his imperfectly perfect relationship with Monica , and every little sweet and awkward things that he does for his friends are something that we wish to have in real life. From a character having commitment issues and who was “…Hopeless And Awkward And Desperate For Love.”due to his struggled childhood to the one who starts a new lif

  Mike Flanagan is undoubtedly one of the best gothic television series makers of the contemporary industry. Flanagan’s The Haunting series, The Midnight Club and Midnight Mass are the much praised examples of his style and work. Adding to his finest collection is his adaptation of Edgar Alan Poe’s “The Fall of the House of Usher”. Divided into 8 episodes the series is a brilliant and modern tribute to Poe’s most celebrated short story. While Poe’s story of Usher remains the heart of the series, it is unified to the body by attaching different organs based on other works of Poe including The Masque of the Red Death, Murder in the Rue Morgue, The Black Cat, The Pit and the Pendulum, The Raven, and many more. The nefarious Patriarch of the Usher family, Roderick Usher (Bruce Greenwood), whose legacy is maintained through his several wicked and selfish children , his equally ruthless twin sister Madeline (Mary McDonnell) who is loyal towards her brother and their opiate empire Fortunato a

 Mothers are always praised and glorified for the sacrifices that they make and are called supermoms, if they find a balance with their family and work life. Movies have always portrayed mothers as either sacrificial or supermoms. But do all the mothers choose the same road?  Maggie Gyllenhaal's 'The Lost Daughter' speaks for all the flawed unnatural mothers. People who become mothers at an early age, who feel traumatized by the whole new version of themselves, who live in fear of losing their original identity in the run for creating one for their children, who make choices selfishly regardless of their children's needs. Leda in the movie, in fear of losing her individuality in the love for her children, takes a decision to focus on her career. She finds it as an amazing experience and embraces everything that she desired, peeling off the perfect mother image that she is supposed to keep.  When women are considered to have innate motherness in them, people don't re

  I let myself sink into you,  Taking deep dips,  Not letting myself float.  You kept the rhythm of ocean Calm and said the waves To come another day.  I got lost in the tranquility of your arms,  Seeking an abode for eternity,  Reaching out in bliss.  Maybe If I could live here forever,  I would dance at a different pace,  guided by the warmth of your heart. I see no lines seperating us,  Shutting down the little fragments of overthinking,  I place you close to my bosom,  Never to let you go.  Making all the falsities disappear,  I'm riveted by the hold of your hands,  the sheer joy on your face  At the movement of my eyelashes,  Making me fall all over again.  You asked me if you could join in my agony,  If you could make me think of  Things of joy, Checking my pulse and it's  dramas,  You dived deep into me,  Untangling the mysterious cords,  that encircled me.  Breaking the rules and tripping over the cords,  You moved fearlessly and hopefully, Creating a new space,  For th

  I have always felt that life is like a vast ocean. Most times it gets messy like the ocean, but we love it for it's calmness and the vastness. Even when it's messy we move with it, unable to predict the outcome. All our emotions that we hold, bitter or sweet, we let them grow with  us freely, just like the waves. We love and hate, we fight and cry, even if we don't want, we can't help ourselves from doing it. Because we have become so accustomed with the beauty it reflects.  We feel that we know everything about the people very close to us, but when we look deep into each one of them, just like the mysterious ocean, we get to see all the bitterness,  heartbreaks, insecurities and everything that they don't want us to see. We love and lose hoping to find a shore from the clutches of this chaotic mystery.  We move with our messy lives hoping  to clear the mess. But as the waves grow stubborn, it gets deeper and deeper we get entangled with it, leaving us in pain or

  We were young girls Who used to play at the beach,  Hugging, we watched the sun drowning.  We danced till the candyman went home,  Our skirts swayed with the wind,  Cajoling us to stay a bit longer.  We never thought this picture would fade away.  I know this would never come back,  But I want to feel again.  I want to go back where my heart is.  All I want is to be free and feel again.  The colours and smell still linger with me,  I miss the happiness I felt,  The aches that watered me.  My skin misses the way it felt,  My hair misses the gentle kiss of the beach wind The bookstores and beach waters wait for us,  They send a thousand silent sirens to us,  When will we feel it again?  The recklessness of age,  the courage of freedom,  the music in our brains,  And the limbs that never stopped.  The yellow city lights Gladly kissing the fine roads,  absorbed our shadows,  to make souvenirs.  My heart misses that excitement,  on watching the cliched scenes,  But I know we want to feel

  Don't go to the morrows,  I haven't had enough of you For all my love that I contained  for the past years was just released.  And when I see you leave,  I don't know what to do with all the love,  I don't know how to complete our broken conversations.  I told myself it was just a bad dream,  Only it is not.  People said we were too good together and our smiles synced And we seemed to be in Paradise of love.  So don't go to the morrows,  If we stick together,  We can create a better symphony,  we can be each other's muses,  where you can paint me While I write about you.  And now that I think of it,  It has always been you in my poems,  Several people asked me 'who are you? I told them you are everyone,  Everyone and everything that loved me,  But they were not convinced.  They want 'the one' I can't give them 'the one' when there is no 'one'.  That's when you decided to go,  Leave my thoughts alone.  But don't go to the