Arjun Reddy - A CULT in Tollywood films!

If you want to know how it feels to be in true, passionate, amorous, intense, pure, insane love, watch ARJUN REDDY. Only people who have experienced this kind of love can relate to this film. A love that makes the blood surge in your veins. The mutual thirst, the insanity, the desperation, wildness, the longingness, the intensity, and every single emotion portrayed is beyond beautiful. It is raw. It is real. It is flawed. And there lies the beauty. I could relate to every single scene. Every single shot. Every single frame. And the film made me roll in the loins as I cried and smiled with Arjun and Preethi. And this is because, the film is not a mere presentation of a script, rather it is a life – put up on big screen. There never was a movie as real as this.

There never will be any movie like this.

I still couldn’t hold back my tears while I type this. Yes I am still gonna cry every time I see the film. Coz IT IS THE BEST LOVE FILM EVER MADE. When I say LOVE, it’s not the kisses or the love making scenes that I am mentioning here, NO. It’s the way Arjun talks to her, the way he looks at her, the way he takes care of her, the way he hugs her like she’s the only woman in the world, the way his voice becomes low and bass-y when he talks to her, the way he kisses her passionately, the way they are desperate for each other. Sigh!! Remember a scene where they meet with an accident? They get up as soon as they fall from the bike, they run towards each other with wounds, bruises, blood all over their faces... And.. They kiss. They start kissing even before asking each other if they’re alright! Coz nothing really matters to them. Nothing really matters other than each other's presence. That is what they are. That is how they are.

Isn’t Arjun a perfect guy? I am really surprised that people who watched the film call him a flawed person. NO. He is not. He is perfect in EVERY way. The way he tells Preethi to talk to her father “like a woman and not like a teenager”. The way he tries to explain his dad about ‘Private Space’. The way he says “adhi naa pilla ra” (She is my girl) with that intense amount of love and pain in his eyes, OH MY GOD. The way he says “Naaka pilla ante chaala ishtam raa” (I love that girl so much) to Amith leaving all his ego behind. They way he explains about girls’ PMS issue and shares their pain. The way he says, “I like the way you breathe” to her. The way he explains his brother how babies should happen out of love without planning. The way he loses his temper to a random guy when he starts to objectify Air hostesses. The way he becomes arrogant when a lady says “I love you” to him coz he just CANNOT hear it from any other girl other than Preethi. The way he provides emotional support to his father after the demise of grandmother. Aren’t these just a few classic examples that show us Arjun is beyond perfection in his thoughts?

Thank you Sandeep Reddy Vanga for this. THANK YOU.

I love myself. Because, why not?

I am having a tough day. Therefore, I thought I should write a lengthy list of reasons why I am worth it. Why I matter. Why I am unique and oh-so-irreplaceable. So that in times of struggle, I can whip it out and remind myself just how amazing I really am. I am proud of everything that I am and I will become. I wanted to give myself all of the love I often times forget to give. That is why I sought out this moment alone with myself, to say everything I’ve never said. Because, why not? Self-love is very important, because, as Martin Luther King, Jr. said, "Hate is too great of a burden to bear."

I love myself. I repeat, I love myself, not everything, but I love the good as well as the bad. I love my awkwardness, my quirky habits and my crazy lifestyle, and I love my hard discipline. I love my freedom of speech and the way my eyes turn dark when I become sleepy or tired. I love that I have learnt to trust people with my heart, knowing that it will get broken at some point. The way I have to have my bedroom mirror facing a certain way. Or like to drink a hot glass of chai after eating a spicy breakfast. Or have my pens on my office desk lined up just so. My quirks are adorable and oh-so-loveable!

I love my vulnerability. From the moment that I stood on stage alone with a microphone, to the time I cried in front of my Maths teacher, to the tenderness I express with my loved ones – I am vulnerable. And vulnerability is my strength. I love the fact that I’m vulnerable when it comes to love. Because vulnerability is the essence of love. It’s the art of being contingent, the willingness to look foolish, the courage to say, I love you enough to show you my flaws with the hope that you may embrace me for all that I am, but, more important, all that I am not.

I love the way I love passionately, intensely, irrationally, crazily, psychotically. I love the way I dance, the way I take a deep breath as soon as I step onto the stage. I love the way I sing although I know I suck at it sometimes. I love myself coz I do not drown myself in lipsticks or cover myself with makeup all the time. I love my beautiful body shape that is utterly and uniquely me. Curves, bumps, humps and all – hot damn! I love myself because I am still alive, functioning, breathing and thinking properly.  

I love myself for the decisions I take. My choices. I make them every single day, lots of them. And they’ve got me to where I am right now. I love myself because I’m multi-faceted. Hyper one minute. Unenthusiastic the next. I love how my emotional detachedness makes it easy for me to deal with negativity and hatred. I love my emotions. I love the joy, guilt, sadness, fear. I love all of the emotions I experience, because I know that each one of them is showing me something in order to keep getting to know and work on myself and experience life.

I love myself. And not just myself, but all of my dreams, illusions, hopes and challenges. I’m aware that they all form a part of who am I. My successes and my failures. I love myself because I have dreams, endless, beautiful dreams. And I haven’t stopped believing in them (even if it sometimes feels like I have). I love the fact that I am still a kiddo at heart. Yep, I still love jumping on a trampoline, love making sand houses at beach, love playing with 3-year-old kids. My inner kiddo is still alive and kickin’. And she totally rocks!

I love my ability to be carried away. In a movie theatre, in a dream, in life – I allow myself to be carried away by the fantasy. And I love the fact that I don’t settle. I seek until I find what I am looking for. I love the nature. The moon, the ocean, the trees, the mountains, the rain, the desert. I don’t discriminate and I love myself for that.  I love myself, in the most sincere and real way there is, unconditionally. And that’s why I take care of, forgive and allow myself to enjoy my life. I love the way I love. I give love. I feel love. I spread love. I breathe love. I = love. No one is me and that is my super power.

I love myself coz I created this entire blog without having to stop and think.

I love myself, and by doing so I can love you, him, and everyone else.