കറുത്ത

രാവുതിർത്തു

കോർത്തുതീർത്ത

നേർത്ത

മഞ്ഞുമുത്തുമാല

ചാർത്തിഞാനുണർന്നു

കൺതുറന്നു,

പിന്നെ

ഓർത്തെടുത്തു

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സത്യമാം

സു സ്വപ്നമെത്രസത്യമാം

തണുത്തുറഞ്ഞ 

വന്യമാം

വിഷം കലർന്ന

ബാഷ്പമാം

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അറിഞ്ഞതും

വിയർത്തു ഞാൻ

വിറച്ചു ഞാൻ

അറച്ചു ഞാൻ

ഒളിച്ചുവച്ച

കണ്ണുനീർ

കുറച്ചതിൽ

ഉതിർത്തി ഞാൻ

ഉടൻ

കലർത്തിയാ

കറുത്ത

രാവുതിർത്തനേർത്ത

മുത്തുമണികളിൻ

കണങ്ങളെ

The Old Man at the Beach

 

I met this man at Basent Nagar beach today and this is what happened...

I was sitting at the beach. A young mother and her little boy came and sat near me. This old man who was been begging in the area, came close and asked her for money. The little boy, hardly 3 years old, shouted at him "No no. I dont have any money.". It looked like he was been following what his parents normally do, but in a more innocent way. The beggar gently took a biscuit packet from his pocket and said "Oh is it? Then shall I give you something back." It looked like he was quite angry with the mom and child and was mocking at them. The mother just smiled and politely gave that biscut packet back. She then walked away with the kid. 

The old man then came close to me. He was murmuring something. I was expecting these words from his mouth with that angry expression he carried on his face. "Uhh, see sir how these days kids are behaving." 

Instead he said " Look sir, I am so surprised. How smart the kids are these days. So cute isnt it ? At his age, I was so scared to talk to anyone" And he just walked away... with the same expression... 

That expression wasn't of anger, it was of surprise. He sounded like a caring grandpa... 

KNMMES Charitable Complex

eGo

An impromptu workshop short film done by the support of my BA Journalism Students, Madras Christian College.

Ashin City Tours & Travels Ltd, UK

Talway Education Pvt Ltd

Attitude

Missing the passion of solitude,

When creativity was at its peak.

Missing the pain of rejection,

When craft was the only thing to seek.

Missing the gain of rejection.

And the compassion of solitude.

Missing the moments of being myself.

Wilder the ways of artist 
Wider the gratitude to the attitude.

Diabetes

Special Thanks to Tamil Film Actors - Radha Ravi, Delhi Ganesh, Dharini, Sneha and Bharath.Thanks to the Doctors, School children and Lions Club members participated in this campaign.

Script, Editing & Direction: Arun Bose

Camera: Anu Bhaskar

Executive Director: Meenambika Suthanandam

Music: Dheen Dayal

Cast: Abhinav, Priya 

Narration: Tamilselvi

Copy for narration: Arun Kumar

Direction Assistant: Sachin Dev

Camera Assistant: Christopher, Praveen

Editing Assistant: Raghul Radhakrishnan

Aakkam- To the Hands that Mould

A documentary film done by my beloved students of B.A Journalism from Madras Christian College, as part of their PR campaign for craftsmen - Aakkam 'To the Hands that Mould'. Cockroach in Cocktail collaborated with the team for editing the final film. Cheers to everyone. :)

Cockroach in Cocktail Showreel

Golden Bay Resort Theatre Release

Cockroach in Cocktail releases our Ad for Golden Bay Resorts at Satyam Cinemas and AGS today for Ajith starring film Billa 2. Very excited :) Three Cheers to the whole teamMeenambika Suthanandam, Sreejith Mohan, Tittyjoseph Page, George C. Williams, Shiva Kumar, Nithya Shree, Dheen Dhayal, Nikhil Venu, Syam Krishnan. Looking forward to do more good work, more innovative and creative works in future with you all. Thanks a Ton.

Look at you... !!! Me... ???

“What is so perfect about perfection while perfection itself is a fake fiction? Common, look at you…!!!” he told his image in the mirror. The image looked twenty years elder than who he actually is, harmless and kind. Yet true to its kind it was born with a hunched backbone of helplessness too. It was just a deliberate reflection of his reality standing outside the mirror, sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter and sometimes a blend of both, always looking forward for its own liberation from the boundaries of the mirror.

He started gazing the mirror more closely. As he came closer the image followed the same too. The world in front of each of their eyes became wider and wider - clearer and clearer - as they both came closer and closer. Both had the same vision in front of their eyes with all the vibrant beauties of life dancing lavishly in a lustful manner tempting them to live – on quotes ‘mercilessly joyfully’.

He always criticised his image so cruelly for looking elder, poor and fake, never realising that the blame is actually reflecting on him. While the image kept mum, carelessly understanding his agony quietly with a strong belief in him and his possible capability of attaining that higher end of free mind and happiness. Truth lied silently watching the born brothers gazing at each other with two different mindsets. Only the truth realised that the reality talked less wisdom than his wise counterpart who thought and believed in the art of living in joy. The image knew that it is much young, richer and real. It kept faith in him and respected him, in spite of his misbehaviour and arrogance. 

Days passed, months passed and years lead to decades. As a ritual he continued to be bad with his reflection while the reflection identified him with affection. He walked around for some seduction. He grew fake and fake as the the image grew real and real. It stood higher than him. And one fine day – No, on a not so fine day as the writer wish to call it – he punched so harshly on the nose of his reflection. The mirror turned red with the broken glasses poked in to the flesh on his fingers. Both he and his reflection did bleed RED in colour. The real and the fake equally shared the pain. They were just the same. Their worlds were the same. As they came nearer and nearer, the world became wider and wider- clearer and clearer. That led them come closer and closer. They kissed each other, towards the lustfully dancing beauties of life. The image whispered to him with a smile “What is not so perfect about perfection while perfection itself is partially an art of self affection..!!! Come, look at you.”

Golden Bay Resort Project

My Documentary Showreel

Modelling for Artists @ Newcastle Art Centre

3 Years screening at The Lit & Phil

The film '3 Years' was screened on Nov 5, 2011 at the The Literary and Philosophical Society, Newcastle upon Tyne followed by a presentation and Q & A on the same. The event was organized by The North East Screenwriters Group, Newcastle. Thanks to everybody who attended the event and shared their varied experiences, interpretations and opinions on the film. Thanks to the group, especially Keith who organised it, for giving me a chance express my views and the unconventional making of this film. Thanks to Tim, the cello musician friend from Northumberland street who helped me make this film with him. Thanks for everyone who made it a success. Cheers.

3 Years @ Lit & Phil Society Newcastle

North East Screen writers group organises a screening session for '3 years' @ Literary and Philosophical Society*, Newcastle on November 5th. In the session Tim & I will be talking briefly about the evolution of this film followed by a Q&A session with the viewers. Thanks for all your support.

* The Literary and Philosophical Society of Newcastle Upon Tyne, founded in 1793 as a "conversation club" by the Reverend William Turner and others – more than fifty years before the London Library (or the Lit & Phil as it is popularly known) is a historical library in Newcastle upon Tyne, England and the largest independent library outside London.

Ivan's Childhood

Andrei Tarkovsky's - Ivan's Childhood

Medium: Ball Pen

He Belonged to the sea...

He belonged to the sea

Medium: Acrylic/ Water paints