Love For Yamaha

Bikes have always held a special place. Even for those who do not ride there is something about a motorcycle that stirs curiosity and admiration. The sound, the stance or the way a machine feels alive even when standing in idle. For some it is transport and for others it is memory, identity or emotion. For me bikes were never just machines during my childhood. They were dreams parked on roadsides, posters on bedroom walls and a factor that shaped childhood.

My love for Yamaha began in 2009. I did not ride one then. I only looked at the R1. That single bike was enough. As a child I did not understand engine configurations or spec sheets but I understood road presence. The R1 did not just look fast it looked sharp and unapologetic. That was the moment something settled inside. Seventeen years later that feeling has not changed.

The first bike I truly owned was the RX100 in 2018. It was raw, loud and light. Every throttle input, every vibration and every sound felt connected back then. It taught me what a motorcycle could feel like. Later came the R15 V3 in same year. That bike felt special in a different way. It looked like a proper sport machine yet welcomed everyday riding. Precision, Balance, VVA technology or the way it held corners and responded to inputs made it feel like a bike that wanted to be ridden well. It was not just about speed but about connection.

Today I no longer own a Yamaha. I ride a Royal Enfield now. It suits a different phase of life a different rhythm of riding. Yet the love for Yamaha never left. That says something. Brands come and go from garages but only a few stay in the heart.

Yamaha as a brand has always stood for something clear. They do not go behind trends blindly. They build machines with intent. Their engines are refined yet aggressive. Their bikes are known for rider focused engineering. Yamaha machines often feel lighter than they are, sharper than expected and eager in character. Whether it is a commuter, a sport bike or an adventure machine, there is always a sense that the rider was considered first.

Even today if asked to dream the answer remains the same. One day an R1. If the question is adventure the answer is still Yamaha. The Tenere would be my choice without hesitation. That speaks volumes. It is not nostalgia alone but a trust. Trust built over years of watching, riding, owning and admiring a yamaha.

This love comes from the inner child who once stared at a bike more than he ever looked at his books. The child who believed machines could have a soul. That child still exists. He still slows down when a Yamaha passes by. He still listens to the engine note. He still smiles.

Bikes change. Garages change. Life changes. But the love for yamaha does not.

Some choices are made early and never really change. What was yours? 

Parasakthi Movie Review

Parasakthi is a "Tamil" film released today and directed by Sudha Kongara, a filmmaker known for grounding strong political ideas within emotionally driven narratives. The film features Sivakarthikeyan in the lead role with Jayam Ravi playing a pivotal antagonist. Backed by a technically ambitious setup, the film brings together production design focused cinematography and a music driven narrative structure. With its historical and political depth "Parasakthi" positions itself as a film that speaks beyond entertainment and into ideology.

At its core "Parasakthi" deals with the issue of Hindi language imposition and the resistance against cultural and linguistic dominance. As hinted through the trailer the story is rooted in a politically charged period and follows characters who are shaped by the conflict between identity and power. The narrative builds its foundation through personal relationships and gradually expands into a larger socio political drama. 

Performance wise Sivakarthikeyan delivers one of the strongest performances of his career. As Chezhiyan he holds the film with remarkable control, emotion and conviction making his character memorable. Jayam Ravi does a commendable job as the antagonist bringing presence and authority, though the writing limits the depth of his character at times. While a few supporting characters fail to leave an impact, some performances feel underutilised despite the actors being capable. Given Sudha Kongara’s usual depth in character writing the presence of several cameo like roles feels like a missed opportunity.

Cinematography and screenplay remain mixed aspects of the film. The visual treatment fluctuates between striking frames with rich colours and sequences that feel noticeably flat in quality. Certain scenes stand out visually while others show clear budget constraints especially in VFX heavy moments. The screenplay struggles to maintain momentum beyond the ideological core as individual scenes often fail to build organically into the next scene. While the intent is strong the scene construction does not always elevate the narrative forward and this inconsistency becomes evident in the pacing.

Music plays a significant role in shaping the film’s emotional tone. While a few songs feel unnecessary and misplaced within the narrative, they are composed well enough to remain engaging. However such placements also push the film into familiar Tamil cinema territory. In contrast the background score works exceptionally well, enhancing both tension and emotion and often elevating the scenes. The BGM remains one of the film’s strongest assets.

Structurally the film follows a familiar Sudha Kongara pattern starting slow with a romantic setup before easing into the central conflict. The intermission stands out as a powerful high point yet the second half again dips in pace creating an uneven rhythm of highs and lows. That said, audiences familiar with the historical context and linguistic politics will likely connect deeply with the film as it evokes strong emotion and pride.

Overall "Parasakthi" scores high in ideology and emotional intent but struggles to remain consistently engaging. Weak screenplay moments, uneven visuals and song placement slightly dilute its impact. Despite all these it remains a decent watch especially for those interested in Linguistic political history. 

Rating: 6/10 ⭐️

Film Appreciation: 12 Angry Men

"12 Angry Men" released in 1957 directed by Sidney Lumet is not just a courtroom drama but an examination of human behavior, morality and responsibility. The film is set within a single jury room where twelve men are tasked with deciding the fate of a young boy accused of murdering his father. The case starts as a straightforward one supported by strong evidence and gradually moves into doubt prejudice and individual conscience. From the very beginning the film produces a sense of discomfort making the audience feel trapped in the room alongside the jurors forced to listen and observe.

The brilliance of the film lies in its simplicity. There are no flashbacks, no reenactments and no visual depiction of the crime itself. Everything we know is filtered through dialogue, memory and interpretation. This shifts the focus entirely onto the men in the room and the way they think, argue and judge. Juror 8 played by Henry Fonda does not argue that the boy is innocent but insists that this case deserves discussion. This single act of hesitation becomes the moral backbone of the film, making it clear that justice begins not with answers but with questions.

Each juror represents a distinct mindset and social attitude born out of personal experiences, frustrations and biases. The film uncovers these layers showing how prejudice disguises itself as logic and how ego can distort judgment. The racist thinking displayed by one juror, the blind faith in authority shown by another and the emotional projection of personal trauma by yet another are disturbingly familiar. These men are not villains but ordinary individuals and that is what makes the film interesting. It points that injustice does not always come from malice but from carelessness and refusal to listen.

The confined setting is one of the film’s greatest strengths. As the discussion intensifies the room begins to feel smaller and more suffocating. Director Sidney Lumet subtly enhances this effect through camera placement and framing. Early shots are wider allowing space between the jurors, but as tensions rise the camera moves closer using tighter frames and lower angles creating a sense of claustrophobia. The rising heat, the sweat on their faces and the constant noise from outside all add to the emotional pressure within the room. The environment itself becomes a silent participant in the drama.

The dialogue is precise and layered. Every line serves a purpose of either advancing the argument or exposing character. Silence is used just as effectively as speech giving moments of realization and discomfort to sink in. The turning points in the film do not entirely rely on dramatic revelations but on reasoning and small details like the angle of a knife or the sound of a passing train. These moments make it clear that truth comes from observation rather than assumption. Also the gradual change in votes shows that changing one’s mind requires humility and courage.

What elevates this film beyond technical excellence is its ethical depth. The film insists up on the concept of reasonable doubt not as a legal loophole bus as a moral obligation. It emphasizes that every single life deserves consideration regardless of background or social standing. Juror 8’s stance is not heroic in a conventional sense but firmly principled. He listens more than he speaks and challenges others without aggression, making it clear that integrity exists without dominance.

The final moments of the film is powerful precisely because there is no moral sermon. The men simply leave the room having been changed in subtle ways. Some confront their biases, others their anger and a few their indifference.

"12 Angry Men" is considered one of the greatest films ever made because it allows tension to grow from listening. It demonstrates that writing, direction and performances are enough to create a masterpiece. And also this film remains timeless because human flaws have not changed. Prejudice and impatience certainty still shape decisions in courtrooms and beyond.

This is a film that respects the intelligence of its audience and challenges them to think deeply about responsibility and empathy. It also shows us that democracy and justice rely not on assertion but on those willing to question and listen. Because of this moral clarity "12 Angry Men" till date stands as a benchmark for what a meaningful cinema is.

Fire Meets Flower

A friend sent me an image without any context. A flower shop burning, flames rising and a man walking forward holding flowers. She asked me to write something spontaneous. So this is not an explanation or an interpretation. Just a response to what I felt looking at it.

The fire knows how to take
He knows how to hold
Between flame and stem
Love remains the same.

The shop burns with purpose

The flowers burn with meaning

One destroys because it can

The other exists because it must.

 

                               - Sarukrishna R

The one who reached out

He is known for speaking easily. Conversations flow for him with less effort and people often remark on how fortunate he is to be that way. He remembers people, checks in without any reason, keeps discussions alive when they stall and makes the effort to hold connections together. To those around him this appears a trait.

He is the one who sends the first message, asks the follow up question, bridges gaps between people who drift, and fills the void before they disappear. He is present in many lives not as a central figure but as a constant one. Eventually, people stop noticing that he is the one holding things together.

One day he decides to stop initiating. He wants to know what happens when he is not the one reaching. The days started passing without any disruption as no messages come in. Conversations he once sustained continue elsewhere or have disappeared entirely. Nothing dramatic happens and that absence itself becomes the answer.

The realization did not come in all at once. It forms slowly through behavioural patterns. People he spoke to daily do not check in. Those he reached out to weekly do not circle back. There is no hostility in this void. It simply shows how those connections were structured and who actually carried the momentum.

This does not mean others are mean or deliberately detached. It may simply be how some people stay connected by answering rather than initiating. Some exist comfortably within what comes to them. A few step forward to keep things alive. Neither is a failure of character. But the imbalance becomes visible only when the one who reaches decides to stop.

He wonders whether this tendency belongs to others or to himself. Whether his nature fosters dependence or whether he unconsciously trained people to wait. He considers whether this is how connection functions now. These questions remain unanswered because they do not get into right or wrong.

He tries to become someone else for a while, meaning less available and less present but it does not hold. The silence costs him something internal. He finds that stepping back does not bring relief but discomfort. Reaching out may drain him at times yet holding back feels wrong.

What is revealed is not loneliness but imbalance. He sees that his extroversion served to sustain connection rather than drawing attention. It was never company he was after, but the effort to keep things intact. And when that effort depended solely on him its absence was felt more than its presence ever was.

What he is left with is whether he can make peace with being the one who reaches without looking for equal effort, or remain himself without losing himself, or the connection is still worth sustaining when the contribution is not equal.

What troubles him is not that people did not reach out, but that he had never known how much his presence was doing the work. He had believed that connection moved both ways. Only in silence did it become clear that many bonds existed because he kept returning to them. This was never something he suspected while it was happening. It is visible that much of what felt mutual had relied on his willingness to keep speaking. Realising this does not make him angry. It simply alters how he sees his place within other lives.

Step into 2026 with Kindness

Each turning of the calendar is ushered in with a habitual expectation. The coming year is expected to be kinder than the last and soften what life has already inflicted. Hope is placed upon the year itself as though it was capable of mercy. But those who insist upon gentleness from time are not always prepared to practice gentleness themselves especially when circumstances offer no reward for it.

A year departs only after pressing itself upon human lives. There are losses that endure, disappointments that persist, and work that never received its due. Such experiences do not merely wound, but they educate. In moments of such distress kindness is treated as a virtue suitable only for favourable conditions. It is set aside as impractical when life tightens its grip. And yet, it is under such pressure that kindness displays its actual depth since equilibrium has never been its crucible.

To be kind is not to be untouched by transgression nor to deny the legitimacy of anguish. Kindness in its purest form is discipline rather than leniency. A decision to retain one’s moral shape when experience encourages distortion. It often appears least reasonable, precisely when it is most necessary. In this sense kindness is no abdication of strength but its most rigorous manifestation.

Kindness is seldom theatrical in its expression and resides in conduct rather than in proclamation. It is found in the willingness to listen without interruption and in the discipline to esteem another life without percipitance. Respect for time, for dignity, and for the inward realm of others gives it coherence, particularly where no recompense is forthcoming. It is most evident where acknowledgment is least anticipated.

Much is said of the harshness of the age, of the waning of civility, of a world grown insensible to suffering. Savagery intensifies when kindness is bestowed solely within the bounds of safety. A virtue practiced only by choice is no virtue at all. Kindness is not intended to procure advantage but to maintain integrity and is the refusal to allow injustice to dictate identity.

A year does not improve by proclamation since time itself stands aloof from aspiration. What alters its texture is the behaviour of those who inhabit it. The atmosphere of living changes almost imperceptibly yet irrevocably, when patience is chosen over impulse, when judgment is subordinated to understanding and when respect is offered without a guarantee of return. These acts appear modest but they shape the moral tenor within which all greater affairs arise.

Let the year ahead be known by how one treats others when there is no good in doing so. Choose kindness when it costs time, is met with apathy, earns no courtesy in return, is mistaken for weakness or when the heart feels entitled to close itself instead. The world will continue as it always has, unfair and cold. What must not be relinquished is character. 

If this year is to have any meaning, choose kindness in every word, in every moment, and in every action, even when it goes unnoticed. Because in the end kindness makes us human to one another.

Happy New Year.