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Who's the Hero??

One big thing off the wishlist for the fans of two big legendary actors of India.

Whose side are you on?
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#KHxRK #kamalhaasan #rajinikanth #tamilcinema #cinema

Who's the Hero??

One big thing off the wishlist for the fans of two big legendary actors of India.

Whose side are you on?
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#KHxRK #kamalhaasan #rajinikanth #tamilcinema #cinema

Did you see my debut on the big screen? @pnavdeep gave me a voice in our documentary, 'Indian Fox – Fighting Habitat Loss', but my life in the wild is much quieter.

For three years, the teams at @vwolfs_foundation and @wildtelangana, led by director @pradeep_praz, followed my every move in the Ramnathgudpalle grasslands. They watched me hunt, survive, and raise my pups. This little sketch is Harish's doing after seeing my story. He says he finds me cute.

I just wanted to trll you that I am more than just a character in a film; I am a part of Telangana's soul. I am not just a 'Gunta Nakka' hiding in the scrub. I am a parent, a hunter, and a guardian of the plains.

My days are spent navigating the golden grass, keeping my pups safe, and outsmarting the world around me. People often call my home a 'wasteland' because it doesn't have towering trees, but to me, every blade of grass is a sanctuary. When those lands disappear, my family’s future goes with them.

I don't need much. I just need the space to be wild, the freedom to roam without a fence, and for you to see the beauty in the open plains. This sketch is how I see myself—proud, resilient, and very much alive. Next time you drive past the grasslands, look closely. I might be looking back at you.

#indianfox

Did you see my debut on the big screen? @pnavdeep gave me a voice in our documentary, 'Indian Fox – Fighting Habitat Loss', but my life in the wild is much quieter.

For three years, the teams at @vwolfs_foundation and @wildtelangana, led by director @pradeep_praz, followed my every move in the Ramnathgudpalle grasslands. They watched me hunt, survive, and raise my pups. This little sketch is Harish's doing after seeing my story. He says he finds me cute.

I just wanted to trll you that I am more than just a character in a film; I am a part of Telangana's soul. I am not just a 'Gunta Nakka' hiding in the scrub. I am a parent, a hunter, and a guardian of the plains.

My days are spent navigating the golden grass, keeping my pups safe, and outsmarting the world around me. People often call my home a 'wasteland' because it doesn't have towering trees, but to me, every blade of grass is a sanctuary. When those lands disappear, my family’s future goes with them.

I don't need much. I just need the space to be wild, the freedom to roam without a fence, and for you to see the beauty in the open plains. This sketch is how I see myself—proud, resilient, and very much alive. Next time you drive past the grasslands, look closely. I might be looking back at you.

#indianfox

Paripekshya
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What we call “up” is only a habit.
What we call “ground” is only comfort.
So we stand firm, believing we are steady and centered, believing the world is arranged around us.

But beyond our small sense of balance, nothing is fixed.

What feels still is moving.
What feels heavy is light.
What feels upright may only be habit.

A vast presence moves without edges or orientation, guided not by gravity but by rhythm. Its motion is effortless, like a dance that never begins and never ends.

From where we stand, it may seem reversed.
From another view, we may be the ones turned around.

There is no above or below.
Only perspective.

And in that quiet shift, certainty softens, and wonder begins.
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#shiva #universe #art #scribble #mangopenciler

Paripekshya
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What we call “up” is only a habit.
What we call “ground” is only comfort.
So we stand firm, believing we are steady and centered, believing the world is arranged around us.

But beyond our small sense of balance, nothing is fixed.

What feels still is moving.
What feels heavy is light.
What feels upright may only be habit.

A vast presence moves without edges or orientation, guided not by gravity but by rhythm. Its motion is effortless, like a dance that never begins and never ends.

From where we stand, it may seem reversed.
From another view, we may be the ones turned around.

There is no above or below.
Only perspective.

And in that quiet shift, certainty softens, and wonder begins.
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#shiva #universe #art #scribble #mangopenciler

Read my little attempt at reviving my childhood with my favourite characters at WWW.MANGOPENCILER.COM.

Note:This is a work of fan fiction, created purely out of love for the series. Amrutham is the brilliant brainchild of Sri Gangaraju Gunnam garu and is the intellectual property of Just Yellow. I am in no way associated with them; I am simply a massive fan who grew up watching every episode with my family.

Read my little attempt at reviving my childhood with my favourite characters at WWW.MANGOPENCILER.COM.

Note:This is a work of fan fiction, created purely out of love for the series. Amrutham is the brilliant brainchild of Sri Gangaraju Gunnam garu and is the intellectual property of Just Yellow. I am in no way associated with them; I am simply a massive fan who grew up watching every episode with my family.

For the first time, I felt like making a sketch before a film's release just because I felt the trailer and the music had a lot of heart in it. Looking forward to watching Sri Chidambaram in theatre on 6th February..

For the first time, I felt like making a sketch before a film's release just because I felt the trailer and the music had a lot of heart in it. Looking forward to watching Sri Chidambaram in theatre on 6th February..

- Anubhavita -

I’ll be honest, I almost didn’t go.

When I was in Kashi recently, the sheer size of the crowds actually had me feeling pretty hesitant. Even standing right outside the temple gates just before the Shayana Aarti, we were having second thoughts. We almost turned around and left because we thought it might just be too much to handle.

But something pushed us to go inside anyway, and I’m so glad we did.

We ended up in a line wrapped around the main mandir. From where we stood, the main lingam wasn't even visible and all I could see were the temple doors. But then the aarti started, and the vibe completely shifted.

The entire crowd started singing out loud with so much soul. It wasn't just a ritual. It felt like they were singing to an actual person sitting inside the mandir, listening to every word. That energy was so powerful that I had this vivid vision of Shiva himself sitting right there behind those doors, just taking it all in.

This artwork is my attempt at capturing that exact moment: the smoke, the bells, and the feeling that He was right there with us. I went in afraid of the crowd, but I left feeling like I’d just witnessed something private and beautiful.
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#kashi #kashivishwanath #kashivishwanathtemple #shiva #lordshiva

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I’ll be honest, I almost didn’t go.

When I was in Kashi recently, the sheer size of the crowds actually had me feeling pretty hesitant. Even standing right outside the temple gates just before the Shayana Aarti, we were having second thoughts. We almost turned around and left because we thought it might just be too much to handle.

But something pushed us to go inside anyway, and I’m so glad we did.

We ended up in a line wrapped around the main mandir. From where we stood, the main lingam wasn't even visible and all I could see were the temple doors. But then the aarti started, and the vibe completely shifted.

The entire crowd started singing out loud with so much soul. It wasn't just a ritual. It felt like they were singing to an actual person sitting inside the mandir, listening to every word. That energy was so powerful that I had this vivid vision of Shiva himself sitting right there behind those doors, just taking it all in.

This artwork is my attempt at capturing that exact moment: the smoke, the bells, and the feeling that He was right there with us. I went in afraid of the crowd, but I left feeling like I’d just witnessed something private and beautiful.
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#kashi #kashivishwanath #kashivishwanathtemple #shiva #lordshiva

Muggu pani thanadi, mosquitos pani naadi.
Happy Bhogi!!
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#bhogi #sankranti #pongal #muggu #rangoli

Muggu pani thanadi, mosquitos pani naadi.
Happy Bhogi!!
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#bhogi #sankranti #pongal #muggu #rangoli

Description avasaram leni sketch idi. Introduction avasaram leni manishidi..

M - E - G - A 🌟!!
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#chiranjeevi #anilravipudi #megastarchiranjeevi #tollywood #cinema

Description avasaram leni sketch idi. Introduction avasaram leni manishidi..

M - E - G - A 🌟!!
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#chiranjeevi #anilravipudi #megastarchiranjeevi #tollywood #cinema

Psych Siddhartha is a teaser film for the "style" of filmmaking to expect when the craft is handed over to next gen filmmakers. If not all of it, a great percentage of the making style will be seen replicated in some upcoming films that may fine tune it to perfection and become blockbusters. That's when I'll remember it started here.

They were very clear about their audience from the promotions and I felt it would very well work for that particular set. The expectations set with the promotions is what the film also follows with a surprisingly soulful second half.

Here's where I felt the makers could've made some better choices because I see a lot of heart in the second half. I wished they avoided a tiny percentage of dialogue and scenery* in the first half and somehow dodged the "A" certificate, because I personally felt the film also has a great view time for audiences from all ages and backgrounds. But again, that's me.

The film entertains equally well without those elements, especially the way @that_actor_nandu owned up the character and the way the dialogues kept hitting you like fun-filled bullets in the first half. If only some more of them were also borrowed to the second half, it might have been a perfect entertainer for me.

Special mention to @yamini_bhaskar for both landing a role that has so much character and also performing it with all she has. A particular scene almost had me in tears. Looking forward to more from her.

The background score and songs blend in perfectly. I had my paisa worth of entertainment and probably you will too. Try to take your time the first few minutes to get used to the way the story is told and it might then start growing on you and does what it was aimed to.

Psych Siddhartha is a teaser film for the "style" of filmmaking to expect when the craft is handed over to next gen filmmakers. If not all of it, a great percentage of the making style will be seen replicated in some upcoming films that may fine tune it to perfection and become blockbusters. That's when I'll remember it started here.

They were very clear about their audience from the promotions and I felt it would very well work for that particular set. The expectations set with the promotions is what the film also follows with a surprisingly soulful second half.

Here's where I felt the makers could've made some better choices because I see a lot of heart in the second half. I wished they avoided a tiny percentage of dialogue and scenery* in the first half and somehow dodged the "A" certificate, because I personally felt the film also has a great view time for audiences from all ages and backgrounds. But again, that's me.

The film entertains equally well without those elements, especially the way @that_actor_nandu owned up the character and the way the dialogues kept hitting you like fun-filled bullets in the first half. If only some more of them were also borrowed to the second half, it might have been a perfect entertainer for me.

Special mention to @yamini_bhaskar for both landing a role that has so much character and also performing it with all she has. A particular scene almost had me in tears. Looking forward to more from her.

The background score and songs blend in perfectly. I had my paisa worth of entertainment and probably you will too. Try to take your time the first few minutes to get used to the way the story is told and it might then start growing on you and does what it was aimed to.

**Saannidhyam**
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We’re used to images of the divine looking straight at us. As if prayer needs eye contact. As if devotion must be conscious and declared.

But life isn’t always lived facing forward.
Some days we walk with uncertainty, with silence, with questions we can’t speak aloud.
Some days even prayer feels heavy.

This artwork is for those days.

He, for me, isn’t someone I always speak to. He’s the quiet presence behind me. He feels like that elder at home who rests in another room, not asking anything from us. Not seeking formality or effort. Just being there.

When we’re leaving the house, we touch their feet. Not out of obligation, but because something in us knows their blessing doesn’t come from their eyes meeting ours. It comes from their existence itself.

There’s a strange strength in that kind of presence. A strength that asks nothing yet gives everything. A strength that reminds us we don’t have to perform devotion. We just have to feel it.

With him lying here, facing away, the space becomes safe.
No gaze to impress.
No expectation to meet.
Only room to breathe, to speak truth, or to say nothing at all.

Sometimes what we need isn’t someone looking at us.
But someone resting close enough to remind us we’re not alone.
Quiet. Trusting. Present.

And that’s the purpose of this picture!!
Not to be stared back at, not to create a moment of formality, not to force expression.
But to simply be there.

For the mornings we step out.
For the moments words fail.
For the days life shifts without warning.
For the times we return seeking strength, clarity, or just a little peace.

A silent reminder that even when we are not seen, we are still held.
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**Saannidhyam**
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We’re used to images of the divine looking straight at us. As if prayer needs eye contact. As if devotion must be conscious and declared.

But life isn’t always lived facing forward.
Some days we walk with uncertainty, with silence, with questions we can’t speak aloud.
Some days even prayer feels heavy.

This artwork is for those days.

He, for me, isn’t someone I always speak to. He’s the quiet presence behind me. He feels like that elder at home who rests in another room, not asking anything from us. Not seeking formality or effort. Just being there.

When we’re leaving the house, we touch their feet. Not out of obligation, but because something in us knows their blessing doesn’t come from their eyes meeting ours. It comes from their existence itself.

There’s a strange strength in that kind of presence. A strength that asks nothing yet gives everything. A strength that reminds us we don’t have to perform devotion. We just have to feel it.

With him lying here, facing away, the space becomes safe.
No gaze to impress.
No expectation to meet.
Only room to breathe, to speak truth, or to say nothing at all.

Sometimes what we need isn’t someone looking at us.
But someone resting close enough to remind us we’re not alone.
Quiet. Trusting. Present.

And that’s the purpose of this picture!!
Not to be stared back at, not to create a moment of formality, not to force expression.
But to simply be there.

For the mornings we step out.
For the moments words fail.
For the days life shifts without warning.
For the times we return seeking strength, clarity, or just a little peace.

A silent reminder that even when we are not seen, we are still held.
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@filmdeva, this story will remain in our minds for a long long time.

@chaitanyaraomadadi, @aadhiofficial - Each of you brought such authenticity to your characters, and together you made it unforgettable..

@filmdeva, this story will remain in our minds for a long long time.

@chaitanyaraomadadi, @aadhiofficial - Each of you brought such authenticity to your characters, and together you made it unforgettable..

“She is Coming.” That line, used in the promotions, captures the essence of this film perfectly. This isn’t just about the arrival of a character, it’s about the arrival of SHE in Indian superhero cinema. A space long dominated by “he” figures at the box office is now met with a worthy she — and Kalyani is exactly the she this movie deserved.

What worked for me most was how her character wasn’t built to dominate at all times. She shines when needed, yet remains grounded and vulnerable, and Kalyani brings that balance out beautifully. Unlike the typical larger-than-life male superheroes, her power didn’t come from overwhelming presence but from knowing when to simply be herself.

The elevation scenes were electric, thanks to Jakes Bejoy’s pulsating background score and some spectacular camera work. Honestly, the film often looked on par with, if not better than, massive-budget spectacles. What impressed me was the smartness in how it was shot — every frame was rich with detail, even in close-ups, rather than relying only on wide landscapes with average quality. That attention to depth kept the film visually compelling throughout.

It’s definitely a movie to watch in theaters. The sound and visual experience deserve the big screen. And above all, it felt refreshing — a genuine start of something new. With Lokah Chapter 1: Chandra, the next big thing for Indian cinema might just have begun.
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@kalyanipriyadarshan @dqswayfarerfilms @dominic_arun @dqsalmaan
#lokah #malayalamcinema #malayalam #superhero #kalyanipriyadarshan #dulquer

“She is Coming.” That line, used in the promotions, captures the essence of this film perfectly. This isn’t just about the arrival of a character, it’s about the arrival of SHE in Indian superhero cinema. A space long dominated by “he” figures at the box office is now met with a worthy she — and Kalyani is exactly the she this movie deserved.

What worked for me most was how her character wasn’t built to dominate at all times. She shines when needed, yet remains grounded and vulnerable, and Kalyani brings that balance out beautifully. Unlike the typical larger-than-life male superheroes, her power didn’t come from overwhelming presence but from knowing when to simply be herself.

The elevation scenes were electric, thanks to Jakes Bejoy’s pulsating background score and some spectacular camera work. Honestly, the film often looked on par with, if not better than, massive-budget spectacles. What impressed me was the smartness in how it was shot — every frame was rich with detail, even in close-ups, rather than relying only on wide landscapes with average quality. That attention to depth kept the film visually compelling throughout.

It’s definitely a movie to watch in theaters. The sound and visual experience deserve the big screen. And above all, it felt refreshing — a genuine start of something new. With Lokah Chapter 1: Chandra, the next big thing for Indian cinema might just have begun.
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@kalyanipriyadarshan @dqswayfarerfilms @dominic_arun @dqsalmaan
#lokah #malayalamcinema #malayalam #superhero #kalyanipriyadarshan #dulquer

Ekātmatā - The longing to become one experience.

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There were so many times when I stood beside you and thought to myself, “Do I really understand what you are feeling right now?”

Like the day you held back your tears with a smile, and everyone else believed it, except I knew it wasn’t real. Or the evening you laughed so loudly at something silly, and I joined in, but somewhere I wondered if your laughter carried a weight that I couldn’t hear. Or those long quiet nights when you turned away, not angry, not upset, just… carrying something I could never quite name.

I did what I thought was right in those moments. I said the words, I reached for your hand, I gave you space, I tried to be enough. And maybe to you it looked like I understood. Maybe it was even comforting, in its own way. But for me… it never felt like enough.

Because deep inside, I always wished I could go beyond guessing, beyond piecing together clues. I wished I could feel what you feel, exactly as you feel it. Every nerve, every breath, every memory stitched into your body.

I imagine sometimes what it would be like if our nerves were strung together — if my body carried your joys and your wounds, if your body carried my fears and my hopes. If the same sparks that move through you also lit me, without distortion, without distance.

And maybe that is why I keep wishing. I keep praying. I keep trying. Because the truth is, every time I think I understand you, I also feel the sharp edge of what I cannot reach.

So I will hold that wish — that one day, when every line within us meets at the center, I can look at you without any doubt and simply say… I understand you.

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Ekātmatā - The longing to become one experience.

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There were so many times when I stood beside you and thought to myself, “Do I really understand what you are feeling right now?”

Like the day you held back your tears with a smile, and everyone else believed it, except I knew it wasn’t real. Or the evening you laughed so loudly at something silly, and I joined in, but somewhere I wondered if your laughter carried a weight that I couldn’t hear. Or those long quiet nights when you turned away, not angry, not upset, just… carrying something I could never quite name.

I did what I thought was right in those moments. I said the words, I reached for your hand, I gave you space, I tried to be enough. And maybe to you it looked like I understood. Maybe it was even comforting, in its own way. But for me… it never felt like enough.

Because deep inside, I always wished I could go beyond guessing, beyond piecing together clues. I wished I could feel what you feel, exactly as you feel it. Every nerve, every breath, every memory stitched into your body.

I imagine sometimes what it would be like if our nerves were strung together — if my body carried your joys and your wounds, if your body carried my fears and my hopes. If the same sparks that move through you also lit me, without distortion, without distance.

And maybe that is why I keep wishing. I keep praying. I keep trying. Because the truth is, every time I think I understand you, I also feel the sharp edge of what I cannot reach.

So I will hold that wish — that one day, when every line within us meets at the center, I can look at you without any doubt and simply say… I understand you.

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"మాటరాని మౌనమిది.."

Just grateful 💜

"మాటరాని మౌనమిది.."

Just grateful 💜

A wedding season weekend to remember..

A wedding season weekend to remember..

Tāraṇa
The one who carries across.

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She wasn’t a person.
She was a force.
Maybe his wildest emotion—
too fast, too loud, too much.
The kind that floods in without warning,
leaving no time to prepare.

But instead of resisting,
he made room.
Expanded.
Shifted shape—not to survive her,
but to meet her.

And in that quiet collision,
something unusual happened.

She didn’t shrink.
He didn’t break.
They changed—together.

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She didn’t need to be contained to soften.
Just seen.
What once came roaring—
now moved like a dance.
Not because she lost her power,
but because someone finally stood still long enough
to receive it.

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We talk so much about control—
calming the noise, fixing the mess, restoring order.
But what if some things aren’t waiting to be fixed?
What if they just want to be seen?

He didn’t silence her.
He witnessed her.

And in that quiet witnessing,
they both changed.

And maybe, in witnessing her,
he didn’t just survive her—

He carried her across.
From rage to rhythm.
From flood to flow.

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This isn’t a story about control.
It’s about capacity.
About what it takes to hold something as wild as emotion,
as ancient as grief,
or as loud as truth—
without folding under it.

She didn’t need a battle.
She needed a witness.
And sometimes, that’s all an emotion is asking for—
to be seen… and not turned away.

What if the emotion you’re trying to fight… just wants to be felt??

Tāraṇa
The one who carries across.

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She wasn’t a person.
She was a force.
Maybe his wildest emotion—
too fast, too loud, too much.
The kind that floods in without warning,
leaving no time to prepare.

But instead of resisting,
he made room.
Expanded.
Shifted shape—not to survive her,
but to meet her.

And in that quiet collision,
something unusual happened.

She didn’t shrink.
He didn’t break.
They changed—together.

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She didn’t need to be contained to soften.
Just seen.
What once came roaring—
now moved like a dance.
Not because she lost her power,
but because someone finally stood still long enough
to receive it.

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We talk so much about control—
calming the noise, fixing the mess, restoring order.
But what if some things aren’t waiting to be fixed?
What if they just want to be seen?

He didn’t silence her.
He witnessed her.

And in that quiet witnessing,
they both changed.

And maybe, in witnessing her,
he didn’t just survive her—

He carried her across.
From rage to rhythm.
From flood to flow.

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This isn’t a story about control.
It’s about capacity.
About what it takes to hold something as wild as emotion,
as ancient as grief,
or as loud as truth—
without folding under it.

She didn’t need a battle.
She needed a witness.
And sometimes, that’s all an emotion is asking for—
to be seen… and not turned away.

What if the emotion you’re trying to fight… just wants to be felt??

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