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Let me address a question that I have been asked on many an occasion. “In your opinion, what is the greatest movie?” Another one such question would be “What is your favorite movie?” While they don’t really seem like two distinct questions, there are a lot of differences between the two questions. To me a great movie is something that doesn’t have a lot of flaws, and by extension of the definition the greatest movie would not have any flaws. Well therein lies the problem. Critical analysis of films and their flaws in a highly personal matter, and what may seem like a flawless film to may seem flawed to someone else. And on my personal opinion, there is no film in the world that is flawless. Even the movie that is regarded the greatest piece of cinema; “Citizen Kane” has the flaw of not being accessible to a normal, everyday audience. So in the end I have to say that I can never say what, according to me, the single greatest movie is. But a favorite movie is a completely different...

Like the title of this post suggests, I am going to be talking about long trips; to be a bit more accurate, long train trips where you are stuck with nothing to occupy your time with. Recently I went to Delhi, on a train of course, to manage the music for two Dramas, written and directed by CV Chandramohan, one being Eendra Pozudhil, and the other Kalyana Samiyal Boodham, bout of which I have reviewed in this very blog. Suffice to say, they were both really good plays, and I had an amazing experience at the actual venue, after reaching Delhi. The one and a half day journey to and from Delhi, on the other hand, was an entire beast all together. Most of you probably know that I am a voracious reader. If not, well, now you know I guess. I did pack three of Patricia Cornwell’s novels, but as fate would have it, I did most of the reading at Delhi, before the shows, than during the actual trip there. Both the forward and return journey consisted of two nights and one day. Great, th...