I Know Why Kattappa Killed Bahubali, But I Won’t Tell You

Yes, after agonizing two years I finally know why Kattappa killed Baahubali. And the reason simply isn’t convincing enough. The first part had piqued the curiosity well and the conclusion answered all questions.

Watch the trailer here  :-

I am not a review kind of person, but some movies are an exception. Needless to say, I loved…loooooovvvvvveeeed Baaaahhhhuuuubbbbaaallliiii (say with full emotions, dramatic sound and elongated expression).

It’s also important to mention that after days of insistence, my husband took pity on me and booked two tickets for the evening show. It was a wonderful surprise from a person who isn’t really a theater lover. He just can’t sit there for 3 hours.

Anyway, let’s talk about the movie. It was fabulous. Very few movies convince me to write that word. Talk about the dialogues, script, story-line, recitation, acting, sets, action sequences and so on and so forth. Everything was perfectly interwoven to make it a true masterpiece. It deserves all the acclaim and fame it is getting.

The larger than life scenes were amazing and quite engrossing. Yes few shots here and there were really slow, pacing the movie out. But soon enough it picks up the momentum. Maybe the writer likes to give viewers a shock to seep the movie more deeply.

I personally feel that Anushka Shetty as Devasena was way better in character portrayal than Tamannaah​. Perhaps the director wanted to keep it that way. She had a strong hold to her character, all through the movie. Her dialogue delivery did justice to her role in the movie. Liked her very very much.

Prabhas as Baahubali, needless to say, was a level up. Hot, sexy and that killing smile made him an instant darling. His acting and fighting sequences added more charm to his character. He is shown to be so so so strong, an unbelievable warrior, agile, clever, every mums dream son, sensitive, and a die-hard loyal to the famous ‘Maheshmati’ crown and truly a passionate lover. Phew that’s lots of good things, packed into one handsome package. It surely raises the temperature up a bit.

Rana Daggubati, such an uncanny name, is so adorable. He is such a sweetheart in real life. But the director has manged to make a true villain out of him. His vengeance, his jealousy and his hate is life like. He was never short of skills that made Baahubali so great. What his character lacked is true empathy for his people and his kingdom. He simply wants power, but doesn’t really care about aspirations of his kingdom. This is tragic and leads to his downfall, like in any other classical mythological drama.

Well Kattappa is Kattappa. It is strangely difficult to believe that such a man actually exits. But then he is right there to stay, till the very end. I am just happy…they kept him alive. I was afraid that a twist would take him away, but they thought it was better to keep him alive.

Songs, sounds and visuals were so uplifting. Your spirit suddenly sores high and you reverb with the music. Very traditional, yet echoing modern rhythm that you can actually associate with it.

In short…you should see this movie. Don’t wait for a free torrent or a free download. You won’t enjoy a pirated version like you will in a theater with all the perfect ambience and effects.

I consider it this Year’s Biggest Blockbuster

Mother's Day

Moms You Are a Rare Blessing!

Mothers are irreplaceable,
Mothers are indispensable,
Mothers are a blessing, so rare to find,
With selfless love and sacrifices they nurture us to life,
How will we ever return what you have given to us,
You are, you will and forever be the most precious orison found on Earth (and beyond)!

On Fatherhood!

They say, because God couldn’t be every where He created mother. And I say, that mother’s couldn’t​ do it all, so He created father.

We write so much about mothers and so less about fathers. That’s why  I am writing about fatherhood even before writing about motherhood.

During my pregnancy and after the dilivery there have been many pillars of support for me. They had taken great care of me, supporting me with all their heart. But my strongest and dependable support has undoubtedly been my husband.


What husbands can do, for us women, is irreplaceable. They are there to bear our tantrums, crack funniest jokes, fulfill our wild cravings even at middle of the night, rush to doctors in emergency, cruise through our endless shopping, listen to our continuous rants, guide us and do all the wonderfull things, every single day.


It’s like they are holding us in their warm embrace, fighting the stormy world single handedly, not letting us feel anything.

Yes, there are always exceptions and I deeply pray for the unlucky women out there who miss all these things. But in essence, most men knowingly and unknowingly love to pamper their women, albeit in their unique way. Not necessarily always showing it.


Coming to back to the time I spent after my dilivery. My husband didn’t became a father in a day. It has been a journey taken in steps, right from the time I broke the blessed news, to the time we had our son in our arms. Like me, he too had to learn his lessons to be a father.


Sometimes he faltered just like, but then he amended. Sometimes he lost his temper just like me, but then he calmed himself down. Sometimes he wanted to quit and give-up just like me, but then he straightened his kinks and tried once again. But like me he never completely gave up on being a new father.

He not only learned to be an amazing father, but also aced the feat of becoming the most wonderful husband, all over again.

The new role came with its unquie challenges like changing the nappies, waking all night and waking in the morning to go to office, handling my cranky and often depressed mood swings, sometimes cooking, preparing milk bottles in ditch of a sleepy night, getting up from cosy bed to sing a untuned lullaby, putting our son to sleep and all the small little things that every parents do for their children.

It will be amusing to write that my husband passed all the challenges of being father in flying colors, but just couldn’t achieve one hard target – cleaning the poop 💩! It’s kinda funny how everytime he comes running to me to do the dirty work.

To be truly honest, I consider myself a good mother only because my husband is a great father. And only because he is such an incredible father, can I boast to be at least a good mother.


My biggest strength as a mother lies because of him, and I can only thank him million and trillion times for this. I like most women, consider myself lucky. I feel humbled and blessed, as a mother because there is someone who has my back, always and all the time.

My words and appreciation for him can’t be written in words or measured in my prayers. It can only be fathomed by the​ depth of my feelings and happiest of my emotions.


So I dedicate this blog to the unsung and untold efforts put by all fathers day in and day out. Just like salt and sugar they add delicious taste to our life. Knowingly and unknowingly we enjoy their support, but fail to truly appreciate it. Their love and dedication help us go from strength to strength.





Love you dad yesterday, today, tomorrow, always and forever!



Between The Heart and Mind

Heart is a tricky space. It make you do stupid things. But it also makes you do things that have a lasting impact. 

When the tussle is between the head and the heart, it’s the heart’s voice that you should hear.

You see, head will give you all the logics, all the pros and cons and the difference that lies between right and the wrong. But the heart speaks emotions and love. 

Nature is Inspiration 

If you lack serious inspiration then nature can be your constant fountain head. Just sit in the benevolent laps of nature and be inspired. 

I feel most estatic and happy in nature. And that’s why it is my most peaceful shelter when the batters of world tire me. The soul reaching silence of nature will energise your senses and nourish your creative ticks.

The colours of nature are so vast, so infinite that they will memorise you. The secrets, the depths and breaths of nature are unfathomable.

Regale in the amazement of the incomprehensible!

It’s Valentine’s Day!

Love, a beautiful feeling for those who have been lucky and absurd emotion for not so lucky. It’s the day…its THE VALENTINE’S DAY! It’s natural to be all mushy gushy. I believe, there’s nothings wrong with that.

Have ever felt that absolute bliss in seeing someone smile. That strange surge of emotions melting your heart away. The utterly dizzing feel of having butterflies flutter in your stomach. The unimaginable joy of seeing the glance of your love. If yes then you have enjoyed the most beautiful emotion of your life – LOVE. 

Being struck by the painless pinch of cupid’s arrow is priceless. The time you spent wooing or being wooed is simply enchanting. I would love to relive that time. Every time I see him I fall in love with him all over again. You have to enjoy this feeling atleast once in life.

Love is never complex, it’s simple. You just need to be lucky finding your true love at the right time, at the right place and the right person. And trust me when it’s right, you get to know it instantly. You won’t make mistakes about it. Learn to trust your heart. Listen to what it says and you’ll know it. 

So it’s a big lovey dovey Happy Valentine’s Day to you all. 

Enjoy and cherish the love in your life.

Here are some other thoughts on love.

Love vs Arrange

Eternity of love

The Dark Night of Promises 

Rusting Away Your Memory!

It was a beautiful morning. The sky was blue, the birds sang and the fresh breeze flowed sweetly. I had just finished making a scrumptious breakfast for my family. 

Feeling elated at the days start I sat to peep through the morning news. Seeing me so well at ease my husband thought to nudge me playfully. He asked, “honey do you remember my mobile number”. Of course I do, I said. After all it has been so many years it must have been registered in my memory by now.

You see, that’s where I was wrong. At the spur of the moment I couldn’t recollect the number. I tried so hard to remember the number but sadly it didn’t quite come out. Blushed with embarrasment I gave him one of my innocent puppy look. He simply smirked and recited the number for me.

This made me think about how bad our memories have got. We have rusted the sharpness of our brain at the hands of technology. I am so used to my phone to dial my husband’s number that I have never made the effort to memorise it. 

And that’s bad not only because this is one number I should be having on my finger tips, but because I might find it handy in case something happens to my phone and I need to give him a call in emergency. 

I distinctly remember how my teacher never allowed us to use calculators to solves tough science and maths numericals. Then there were much better days when we had memorise lessons, tables, spellings, rythmes and so on.

And we memorised all of these things by heart. It was a such a great feeling to remember important dates and wish our friends on there special days. (Sighs) what glorious days were they!

But things have changed now. We are so dependent on technology that we need special reminders feeded into our smartphones to memorise our life’s important days and events. We need an autocorrect to check our spellings and grammar. Most of all we constantly  need Google to answer life’s intricate questions.

Our children need to learn to live without technology. Yes it is a boon but also a bane. We can’t let our memory power fade. Brain has enormous power, but it needs to be utilised. 

I have started believing in my memory and constantly challenge it. So that  it doesn’t dusts off in oblivion. You have to sharpen, brighten and lighten your memory – that to constantly to hone it. 

Let’s see how much I can achive. Atleast I will be able to answer my husband next time he asks for his mobile number.