We tend to live in our world - our family, our friends, our jobs, our scooter, perhaps our little vacation.
Out there is another world that we didn't know until their homes were lighted, and when night fell, they no longer conversed with darkness.
#ThereShouldBeNoGoingBack
Out there is another world that we didn't know until, in fact, they moved into a new home, their own little paradise, their palace.
It had a toilet too, yes, so that they did not have to go out on the pretext of collecting sticks to light their stoves.
#ThereShouldBeNoGoingBack
Out there is another world that we didn't know until they started having a bank account, started using words like ATM and BHIM and RuPay, started seeing money in their accounts which, as an ex-Prime Minister had once said, never reached them fully.
#ThereShouldBeNoGoingBack
Out there is another world that we didn't know until they started having an assured income, even insurance for their crop loss.
Possibly, the world was unknown as it was busy queueing up to procure urea, or, pondering over the waiver that never came.
#ThereShouldBeNoGoingBack
Out there is another world that we didn't know except a vague "North East", until it became connected through road and rail for the first time as if it were some fantasy land separated by tyranny of distance, inhabited by people with strange costumes.
#ThereShouldBeNoGoingBack
Out there is another world that we didn't know until it came out like termites in a fire and started vomiting its red hatred on the streets, on the screens, sitting down, standing up.
A world with a perverted lust to break the nation apart.
#ThereShouldBeNoGoingBack
Out there is another world that we didn't know until they could afford treatment for debilitating diseases, almost as a miracle, until their chronic pains suddenly disappeared, until the tears in their eyes spoke a different, happier story.
#ThereShouldBeNoGoingBack
Out there is another world that we didn't know until they could get a small loan and start a small business.
A small tea shop, perhaps, or one for fruits and vegetables. How about a chic coffee place? Didn't you always wanted to be a barista?
#ThereShouldBeNoGoingBack
Out there is another world that we did not know until the dust was cleared and the muck was removed.
The water sparkles like diamonds in the clean river, the boats pass through with their trade, even the dolphins, we hear, now jump with delight.
#ThereShouldBeNoGoingBack
Out there is another world that we did not know until it emerged from surgical strikes and air strikes, a world in which we asserted unambiguously that rules of engagement will be changed, and we decide when, where, and how.
#ThereShouldBeNoGoingBack
Out there is another world that we did not know until it emerged from the pride in our own history, our own traditions, our own civilization. A world in which Premiers visited mandirs and performed ārtis.
Who knew a Daughter of Ayodhya lived in Korea?
#ThereShouldBeNoGoingBack
@Sri_Anand7 I don't use*
• • •
Missing some Tweet in this thread? You can try to
force a refresh
People involved in this movie from the most mature film industry in the known and the unknown Universe: Gokulam Gopalan, Murali Gopi, Suresh Balake, Deepak Dev, Prithviraj Sukumaran, and of course, Mohanlal.
Please, hoist them up some more on imaginary pedestals.
The more you rely on celebs, especially from tinsel town, to take up causes which only you have in your mind but do not exist for them, the more you will be disappointed.
Here, we are talking about a movie clique which thinks beef is as mandatory as a story. Who is the idiot?
The movie world, like most businesses, runs on money. If there is money to be made (and found), then that becomes the cause. It is true for movies like this one, and it is true for movies on the other side of the spectrum.
It would be supremely juvenile to think otherwise.
The Commissioner of Police invited Shashi Tharoor to a comfortable room for interrogation. Some of his officials were also present.
"Good morning, Sir," he started.
"The effulgent yet pristine solar radiation does prognosticate a benevolent ante meridiem," coruscated Tharoor.
The people in the room were taken aback. They had particularly looked forward to interrogating a political celebrity like Tharoor, but this came out of the blue.
Tharoor looked at them, flicked his silken hair with a jerk, and smirked to show them that he was in full control.
The Commissioner regained his composure and tried again with a straight face.
"Where were you on that fateful night?" he asked.
"The oriental framework of temporal evolution," said Tharoor while crossing his legs, "is in contrast with the occidental notion of absolute time."
White Beard and Black Beard were seated in large, plush chairs in a dimly lit hall, their faces plastered with a smile as fake as a bride's when greeted by relatives from the other side, their eyes vacant and tired like a reserved passenger's whose seat is taken over by others.
"We have got sondesh for you both," said someone whose name they had forgotten.
White Beard waited for a message, and instead, all he got was a box of just desserts.
"Why is it so red?" asked Black Beard after opening it.
There was only a strained silence from the other side.
Black Beard ignored him anyway. "What have you got?" he asked someone who he had never met.
White Beard, fearing a sondesh repeat, turned his face to ignore the broken windows.
"Chak-hao kheer."
Black Beard opened it and said, "I thought it was made with black rice, not red."