Preetham Adiga

The interlacing theme of Hope v/s Melancholy: It’s Another Day of Sun! It’s the grand opening scene of Damien Chazelle’s celebrated 2016 Musical – La La Land . The scene begins with the panning shot of a traffic jam on a freeway. The diegetic sound of a radio suggests, it’s a warm and sunny day in Los Angeles. The camera pans, showing different cars caught up in the traffic jam –with drivers listening to music of different genre. This also implies at the multicultural diversity in LA - the City of Dreams, where people from various ethnic backgrounds and cultures come in search of their dreams. Ultimately, an Indian woman in yellow dress (played by Reshma Gajjar) starts to sing a song.   She steps out of her car and begins to display her dramatic moves. Other drivers join her one by one – singing and dancing. Ultimately about 30 performers merry, dance, jump, hop up and down across the freeway, as well as on their cars - singing “it’s another day of sun”.  Although...

Song of the Supreme – Deepavu Ninnade Gaaliyu Ninnade It was a typical winter dusk. I had just returned from an exhausting trek from the mountains. I had spent most of the day in silence, since my energy had been focused on the ascension. Those who trek know well that trekking is mediation. Or at least, trekking takes them to a meditative state. As one treks, not only does the physical self ascends, but also turns the inner-self into an introspective mode. The so-called ‘exhaustion’ is basically the process of silencing the body and mind. I returned to my shack situated at the fringe line of the wilderness. The sun had disappeared long ago, and the sky was dark. The sparkling stars started appearing in the sky – one by one. It was a cold winter night, and I felt an urge to drink some chai . I went to a local chai -stall which was situated nearby. As I was sipping my hot cup of chai , my calm mind was soaking in the shower of sounds made by the crickets. This was an aural trea...

Solicitude at the Beach Dear Soul, I pity you, For once you hopelessly cried over the fading blue tides. Dear Soul, I pity you, For once you were disillusioned from sensing the ocean, skies and the winds. Dear Soul, I pity you, For once you had settled for the chronic waves over momentous sunset. -          Preetham Adiga