Picturing Life

Bhopal Diaries

“It might be the same kid throwing the stone thinks the lazy, dirty waters of the lake or is the new wave calling me back? It might be the notorious kids at the neighbor knocking at the door thinks the old guy or is it my long lost son at the door?”

Sundays have become the most awaited days, not for the fact that you get a break from the daily toll of studies (using the word ‘studies’ is more so ironical here) but because of the Sunday screening at Bharat Bhawan. This time around it was Spielberg’s cult war classic Saving Private Ryan that was to be screened. And as usual, I had arrived an hour early to get the perfect seat. When cinema is at its best, one should not miss to witness it. It doesn’t matter if one is witnessing it for the nth time. Brilliance for…

View original post 718 more words

Advertisements

About ishubhampandey

A sincere child of an insincere world.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s