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Bedroom Bookcase By Rahul Karnani


Last night Chotu presented me a photograph he said he captured rather casually whilst toying about with his iPhone 6s Plus. What I saw seemed most splendid. The composition. The natural light. The atmosphere. It was as if it contained within it a distinctive vestige of the everlasting charm one was quite accustomed to witnessing, say at a heritage home in England, and via the lens of an accomplished photographer. My showering him with the fittest compliments elicited in him a reaction of embarrassed awe. 

In more ways than one, the image also jogged my memory to the words of Albert Einstein, who had said – The only thing that you absolutely have to know, is the location of the library. In this case the bedroom at home. 

Sharing the original snap (sans any editing, filters or touchups) for the enchantment of the connoisseurs of superior taste.

ICON by DUNHILL



Crafted by Carlos Benaïm, this eau de toilette is more multifaceted than many of Dunhill’s past fragrances. Obviously, I am not a perfumer, therefore, I did a bit of excavating, and unearthed that after the opening tripartite punch of bergamot, lavender and neroli, you will find yourself immediately anchored by more masculine smoky notes of leather, agarwood and oakmoss, spiced up with a large dose of black pepper and cardamom. If that is not enough to enchant your olfactory, the bottle, I promise you, is an effort of art.     






Designed by fashion maker, glassmaker, Mark Eisen, the heavy, yet minimalist, cylindrical container has been wrapped in a machine-tooled metallic case that harks back to Dunhill’s motoring past. What I additionally found fascinating is the circle of clear glass at the base of the bottle. It springs on one the feel of sensuality. A sort of lightness of being, where, in the flirtiest manner one can nearly hear it mutter – caress me softly, but aggressively, with your nimble fingers, my dear gentleman.





The campaign is shot by Annie Leibovitz and has the enigmatic and most befitting Andrew Cooper as the face of ICON.

The few of us who delight in true taste will love ICON.

Regality Isn't A Matter Of Birth


Queen Elizabeth and Prince Philip

Regality is not in being born a king or queen, but in behaving in a manner so as befitting a gentleman and lady in day to day dealings. You become what you think you are, so instead of whining that you are not born in a monarchy, like some of us, think of your home as your little kingdom, and your life as no less than that of a king and queen, and then see how you will find your life transformed for the better and find yourself much happier. 

Happiness is in the mind. It is not blue blood that makes you regal, it is your attitude and mannerisms that make you so.

PS - Who says only human beings have character. Images and objects too have character. 

Cigarette Smoking! Really?



Cigarette smoking causes the penis to shrink an inch every 3 to 5 years.

Read that on Health Facts.

Well, for starters, I cannot in all earnestness fathom how the scientists arrive at such hideous hypotheses. If one were to use that postulate as a measure of truth, then I should be sans a penis as I sit authoring this piece!

How about women? What happens to them dear researchers? Will you now try and acquaint us with the fact; a thoroughly empty one at that, that smoking would shrivel their breasts and as a consequence their upper body would resemble the nipples of the male chest?

I understand the medical fraternity wants people not to smoke (mostly for their own good) but that does not mean that they use the penis which, according to their psychological logic, might be wanting to frighten men armed with the assumption that the man’s most coveted possession is indeed his penis. The same applying to women and their breasts!

Come on clowns, grow up and engineer creative ways to work around the human mind.

Falling Overnight - 2011


The moment you cast your eyes on the first scene in Falling Overnight you know something magical is going to overpower you, not magical in the magical sense but magical in the magical manner, if you know what I mean. I was most reminded of The Outsider by Albert Camus who so eloquently presents the harshness of life leading you to believe there’s no other metaphor closer to resembling life than death, and death to sex.

To the inexperienced, fiction normally reveals truths that reality obscures, and these are those who might attempt to take a dig at the fashion of how Chloe and Elliot meet simply because the clichéd custom is that sparklers and chemistry occurs for two souls in order to connect deeply over time, though the same people do not probably possess the faculty to discern that connections don’t have to take eras to evolve; a flick of a moment is all it takes for any two people who are meant to be together, to be together, despite the dynamics.  


To throw just a little light on the plot, I’d say that the motion picture is based on twenty-two year old Elliot (Parker Croft who also happens to be one of the executive producers and writers of the film) who on a day before his surgery for a brain tumour runs into Chloe (Emilia Zoryan) a charming young photographer who works at a café. The nearly honest and exquisite journey they both embark on is one of the imperative focal points of the film. The method in which the scenes have been authored and treated are as if it were unfolding before you, and in contrast to other films where you are made to empathise with the characters on the screen, the characters here involve you so nattily in their life that you actually travel the entire gamut of experiences just as they do. Subjects like these rarely fall within the purview of the ‘commercial’ and get pushed under ‘art-house’ but the fact that the gap that the writers and the filmmaking team have managed to bridge and balance by keeping the profound layers of the film intact and yet appealing to the cross-sections of society from the youth to the well-informed is laudable. For starters, the reality of how the man on the other side of the telephone refuses to text Elliot the details or the middle-aged woman who loses her temper when her cake hasn’t been made due to an error on the part of Chloe, are some of the binding forces that cement your relationship with this film, not forgetting that be it the modern depiction of Elliot having made his money in the digital boom or the acuity of the art angle is a stellar virtue I quite revelled in.

The fun Chloe makes of the dishevelled Elliot’s accent is cute and commendable: it certainly takes maturity to laugh at oneself. Chloe’s brother introducing himself when he meets Elliot for the first time is a striking scene. In the hands of an average writer or director it would have appeared crass, but here it is presented with such élan that it lends the much-warranted depth to the humour and elevates it to an entire new echelon. Parker is quite like that – gruff, but immensely sensitive. Emilia’s charisma lies quite literally in her euphoric, yet subdued simplicity. The supporting cast, the soundtrack, and the loveliness of the cinematography are commendable, and that said it is next to impossible to list the umpteen nuances this film unravels scene after scene. Every time I watch it, I learn something new, just like you do with literature, art or wine. Nevertheless, if I were asked impulsively to make an inventory of the three points that moved me then I would begin with how I first met one of the prettiest girls much under the similar circumstances as Chloe and Elliot. At a party she walked up to me and asked for my phone, saved her number and asked me to call her. Ever since then we have been soul mates. Some might ask – Just like that? Yes, just like that. The second is the conversation Chloe and Elliot have about why his family isn’t around to take care of him. It is true indeed that at times those whom we want and love the most are the people we would want to be away from in order to breathe and feel who we really are. Third, the parley with regards the meaning of what it means to live, and yet foretaste the impending fear of death; that is something that we could, any one of us, face at any moment in our lives and yet we are so oblivious to it simply because we like to supress what unsettles us. Therefore that fragment entered my bloodstream and with delicate introspection it transformed how I viewed life, offering me with a certain kind of renewed vigour to look at the storm in the eye and take life, as life wants me to take it – bravely.  


Many marvellous movies have been made, but Falling Overnight is one that would settle in the hearts and minds of those whom it touches. And isn’t that the calling of mankind? That if it could make a difference to even one person in life, then the purpose of life is actually accomplished. I reckon I ought to stop now because giving any more away would be unfair and more than anything else it would be compromising the content that needs to be watched and absorbed, and take my word, it surprises you with its uprightness. To conclude I’d like to state that in a world that claims it is the flaw that makes a piece a masterpiece, very rarely does one come across a motion picture this complete – it is as if it’s flawless, almost!

PS: Watch out for this team because the last time I checked with Parker he was busy writing his next screenplay and no matter how it turns out it will always be a winner for those who believe in him and his science of life.



Romance and Rilke

I happened to see this image online and it enticed me so much that I knew I had to share it with everybody. And while I was admiring the state of euphoria that the couple were engulfed in, I couldn't but think of this poem of my favourite Rainer Maria Rilke. 



GOD SPEAKS TO EACH OF US


God speaks to each of us before we are, 
Before he's formed us then, in cloudy speech, 
But only then, he speaks these words to each 
And silently walks with us from the dark: 



Driven by your senses, dare 
To the edge of longing. Grow 
Like a fire's shadowcasting glare 
Behind assembled things, so you can spread 
Their shapes on me as clothes. 
Don't leave me bare. 



Let it all happen to you: beauty and dread. 
Simply go no feeling is too much 
And only this way can we stay in touch. 



Near here is the land 
That they call Life. 
You'll know when you arrive 
By how real it is. 



Give me your hand. 

HER


Not in the face
is her light
but in the heart
her beauty





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The Good Guy - 2009



First, you can change the style of your clothes, but not the actuality within. You can want to be popular, but there’s no rule to attaining it. The people who get swayed in wanting to please others most often, please none, and end up being alone; the only difference being that in this case, the character of Tommy Fielding played by Scott Porter is a clear case of nature versus nurture and who vanquishes is what you will have to figure when you watch the motion picture.

Second, the laws of attraction follow their own path. No external prod or pressure could add or diminish it when it sets its heart on what it wants. This is what Daniel Seaver (Bryan Greenberg), a formal avionics engineer, the man who is misused for his goodness, and allows people to do so because he knows who he is and doesn’t really need the approval of others for him to etch an image of his own self. I adore the method in which he shows us all a way of life by merely being himself. His character is strong, smart, attractive and infectious. He portrays a perfect gentleman, difference only that he is not in a suit but in tees and jeans. The fact also that he is slightly nervous around women is a bonus because any man, who is genuine, would be. I reckon that many might not identify with him, but guys like him who are slow and steady, are the guys who finally get to where they need to get. Unfortunately, the ones who assume themselves to be smart and gods gift to mankind do not realise that mankind has moved on, and it is ultimately the man with values and some chivalry who gets the woman who is entitled to him.

Third, I don’t understand the inimical American romance with the word ‘fuck’. There are various ways to emphasise on matters of concern than adding that, ‘Fuck!’ - ‘Fucking!’ preceding every other word in every sentence. It spoils even the finest work by the indiscretions of wanting to be, in another American classic word ‘cool’.

Tommy is supposedly made out to be suave, but remotely. Despite his streaks of genuineness, I thought him predictable and stupid. When someone thinks they are indispensible then sadly it is just the beginning of their downfall I suppose.  

Beth Vest (Alexis Bledel) is a sweet, Manhattan bred young woman. Despite her reserved demeanour, she is someone with varied interests. She loves books and has a fine group of unfeigned and sometimes over-enthusiastic friends who meet to discuss everything from politics to Lolita. She loves travelling and treasures the meaningful aspects of life rather than the flake that Tommy’s world so easily consists of. She’s not a stunner in terms of oomph but comfortable to watch nonetheless. The honesty she lends to the character actually adds to the realism merited by the role.  

Sex is the best comforter when in emotional pain, and I was glad Daniel and Beth take their relationship to the next level with charm and rather organically, while at the same time it is deplorable how Tommy uses sex as nothing less than an ego boost. If you ask me, I’d rather turn asexual than bonking women to make a point. It is guys with empty souls who feed their empty inner selves by trying to be convincing make pure jackasses of themselves.  

Cash, the role of the boss played by Andrew McCarthy is something that I disliked. He is cynical and tactless. His usage of the word ‘fuck’ is annoying and his jokes flat. He barely even contributed to the movie and I wonder why he was written in the first place.

Loved the subtleties though, like the woman whom Tommy was two timing with Beth (the one in the red dress), takes off her heart-shaped necklace to denote that their relationship is over and only if you are careful enough, you’ll notice it, else it will escape your eyes.  

In all, I loved the character of Daniel and Bryan has done a splendid job with it. His lines are gems to absorb and reflect, and reminds me much of what Albert Camus once said; that we only know of one duty, and that is to love. That, in a nutshell, is the essence of The Good Guy.

SCIENTIA By Lladró

This is what happens when you discover Instagram - you begin to 'see art' in art.



Never be afraid to sit awhile and think.


These are photographs I captured of one of my favourites, the SCIENTIA by Lladró. When I set my eyes on it the first time it reminded me of the Thinker by Auguste Rodin. Clearly, I, or anyone for that matter cannot imagine myself owning the real one by Rodin, (of whom I am an ardent admirer). And since I am not into collecting replicas, I decided that the SCIENTIA, which represents the mind and the reason that guides man in search of knowledge, and helps him achieve wisdom, juxtaposed with the essential formulas of physics and mathematics was what it was going to be. This marvellous piece has been sculpted by master sculptor Ernest Massuet.