Eleven Review

 

Eleven is a 2025 crime investigation film directed by Lokkesh Ajlis, featuring Naveen chandra in the lead. On the surface, it is yet another psycho-killer story with a series of murders, an investigation, and a reason behind the killings. But beneath that familiar structure lies a film that tries to break patterns, only to fall back into them. It begins with promise, stumbles midway, and recovers just enough to deliver a decent twist at the end.

The plot follows a familiar path. A series of murders triggers an investigation and slowly, a justification for the killings begins to unfold. The film opens strongly with a murder sequence that immediately catches attention. However the pace soon drops and the tension loses grip. Fortunately, the story gains momentum that leads towards a climax that delivers a surprising twist.

A major drawback lies in its casting. Although Naveen does a fair job, several other roles are poorly executed. The heroine in particular is unconvincing in both performance and presence. Her role feels artificial, the emotions  are missing and her chemistry with the hero feels mismatched. Additionally victims also lack any memorable traits, making it difficult for the audience to feel connected to their fates.

This lack of connection to the characters weakens the film overall. There is no strong emotional anchor, neither in the protagonist nor in the antagonist. At several points in the film, the audience may find themselves indifferent to what happens next. It reaches a stage where the murders do not evoke concern.

Technically the film leaves much to be desired. The visual quality is average and the overall production feels underwhelming. The screenplay has its moments, especially when it picks up pace, but it also leaves several loose ends. For viewers who tend to question plot logic or details, this film may become frustrating.

On a positive note, the background score does justice to the tone of the film. In a story built on suspense and fear, music plays a crucial role in enhancing impact. Here the background music manages to bring in the necessary intensity, especially in moments of confrontation or revelation. While it is not extraordinary, it serves its purpose well.

In conclusion this film is a decent attempt that brings something different from the routine commercial drama. It may not be a standout film in its genre, but the effort to deliver a psychological thriller deserves credit. Though let down by poor casting and emotional detachment, it still remains watchable for its plot development and final twist.

Rating: 6.5 out of 10⭐️

More Than Just Tea

 

Some tea talks hold more meaning than the day itself. A glass of tea is passed over the counter and the conversation begins. One person sips slowly because he is talking. Another finishes his glass quickly because he is listening. The moment goes on depending on the importance of what is being shared. Sometimes the tea becomes two. Sometimes three. The number does never mattered.

We speak about everything. Love, Politics, Bikes, Business, Friendships etc. Some talks are full of opinions. Others are just hmms and nods. Some days the words never come but the presence is enough. Just standing there beside someone and knowing nothing needs to be said also is a kind of peace. The air feels different. The tea tastes better and the world slows down.

The tea stall itself keeps changing. Sometimes it is just around the corner. Sometimes it takes a small ride to get there. Either way the direction is never random. We go there with the thought that today needs to end with tea and conversation. No matter how Hard or light the day was. No matter what went wrong or what went right. That one glass seals the day in a way nothing else can.

It was never about the drink and never about how long we stood there. It was about what that time gave us. Some days it gave clarity. Some days it gave warmth. Some days it gave nothing but still felt like something. And when that kind of moment stops happening, you do not always notice it at first. But over time you realise that no other part of the day has filled that space since.

The Scam of Romanticising the Past

 

There is a trend online where people are drawn to anything that looks old. Cars that barely run, bikes that need a push to start, Clothes from decades ago, cafes with broken walls and dim lights, all of this is now called meaningful and full of character. Social media keeps pushing the idea that things from the past are better than what we have now. And many people believe it.

This is not real respect for the past. It is just another trend. People are not choosing these things because they work better. They are choosing them because they want to stand out. A rusty scooter becomes cool. A broken Film camera becomes vintage. It is not about value. It is about attention. The truth is we moved on from these things for a reason. We upgraded because we needed comfort, speed and most importantly safety. Nothing about that is wrong.

The people who talk about the past like it was perfect are often the same ones enjoying every bit of modern life. They use fast internet, ride new bikes, wear modern clothes and still post about how good the old days were. They forget that many of those old things were not charming. They were just hard to live with. And people back then would have chosen better if they had the chance.

In most cases, this is not love for the past. It is a way to be different. In a world where everything works well, people pick what does not,  just to feel special. And social media loves that. Not because it is meaningful but because it looks good.

There is nothing wrong with liking old things. But fooling yourself into thinking they are better than what we have now is not Ideal. It is just a choice to ignore how far we have come.

Nothing deep. Just felt like writing.

 

Not everything has to start with a reason. Not every sentence needs to change the world. Sometimes you open a blank page, Not because you have figured something out or Not because you have got anything new to say. Just… because.

Today feels like one of those days.

Where I am not sad. Not happy. Not tired either. Just off. Like wearing a shoe that does not match your foot. You will survive. But you feel it all day.

There is no story here. No moral. No breakthrough waiting at the end. 

Do not expect something like clarity, conclusion or answers.

Because this is not that kind of writing.
This is the kind that just needs to exist for nothing.

Some days that is enough.

Peace.

When Blame Finds You Anyway

 

Sometimes a person gets blamed for something they never did. No questions are asked. No space is given to explain. The blame is placed. It becomes a truth for others even when it is false. The person is left standing with nothing but questions. It does not matter what really happened. It only matters what others have decided.

Being wrongly blamed does something to the mind. At first there is confusion. Then anger. Then comes doubt. Not just about the event but also about the self. The person begins to wonder if speaking up is worth it. They start holding back. Not because they are guilty, but because they are tired. Tired of trying to be understood in a room that has already made up its mind.

This kind of blame is not that huge. But it changes things. Slowly It changes how a person enters conversations. It changes how they respond to people. It creates a hesitation that was never there before. Life begins to shift in small ways. Trust breaks and the person who once spoke freely starts to filter every word.

The worst part is that these changes often go unnoticed. Even by the person going through them. They just start to feel less like themselves. More guarded and more distant. Friends may still laugh around them. But something feels off. Because something inside has changed. Not out of choice, but as a way to cope.

Blame, when placed carelessly does not correct. It corrodes. And sometimes the only way to protect yourself is to leave, where the truth is always up for debate.