Lilkee

Hello. I think I've arrived at that defining moment where my blog is complete (Though, there's nothing defining about it for anyone but me). There were several sundry nothings which I wanted to incorporate and now it's all done.

1) Stuck In My Head
2) Badgr
3) The Countdown..25 for THE BIG DAY
4) And the latest..my columns are fluid.

Not many days ago, I saw another children's movie 'Lilkee'. To quote 'Lilkee is about an 11-year-old village girl, Lilkee, brought to the city by a working couple to take care of their baby.' Incidentally, the director of Mahabharat, Mr. Meshram was in the credits.(I blogged about it here). But I must digress.

The DVD of writer, delightful poet, jazz aficionado AND a plasma metallurgist -Max Babi. If you have clicked on all those links, you will know why I cringe when I think of my feeble stabs at writing.

What I loved about Lilkee was the innocence. There is nothing in your face, melodramatic, cacophonic. No hideous witch with cackling laughter, no evil stepmother lurking behind the door. And yet, it grabs you. It transports you to your wee years, when the loss of a toffee meant complete and absolute devastation. A very unpretentious and simple film, it left me with a feeling similar to that of ;">Chhutkan.

I won't get into the details of the story, because they are already presented here and here
Ok, time up. Anne has to depart. Cheers and Jai Alonso! (This is called 'abrupt ending')

PS: Now that I think of it, there is still one addition. I must add a list of my favourite Podcasts.