#kasish

1) Trishna

It's the Hindi adaptation of the classic book 'Pride & Prejudice'. The characters are portrayed accurately and it's a 13 episode series.

2) Kashish

This series highlights the slow burn romance portraying an aspiring actress as female lead and a successful director as male lead. The characters are written very well, I actually watched this before Trishna.

3) Chanakya

This series is directed by a renowned director Dr. Chandraprakash Dwivedi. This used to come in the evenings before Mahabharat during lockdown and dare I say, it was my favourite and still is. I suppose, it's the most accurate representation of Chanakya and the politics during the Nanda and Mauryan era. It's longer compared to the first two, but it'll certainly leave you with lots of useful insights and knowledge.

by Kasish Ngangom Tug at my Heartstrings, November 2017

If I have to recall how I reached there, trust me, I have absolutely no idea. The 10th boards finally ended, I had a nice long break, and the next moment I was there, huffing and puffing my way up the stairs with those huge suitcases. “No parents allowed in the rooms,” they said. I saw my mom’s eyes, worried; she had planned to arrange my stuff and get my room ready. I told them to go and come back the next day, told them I was big enough to settle everything, only to realise I was utterly wrong. There I was, sweating a bucket and crying a puddle, amidst all my belongings, in a non-AC room on that hot summer afternoon. Everything came back together – I am not going to stay at home with my family, I am going to a different school with no friends the next day, I am not going to have my usual food… and the lists went on. There wasn’t a single thing about me that wasn’t changing. I had a lump in my throat, a void in my stomach, and I felt like the Dementors have sucked out every tinge of happiness in me. And little did I know that that very feeling would haunt me every day for the following one year.  

by Kasish Ngangom Tug at my Heartstrings, October 2017

9 pm last night – News of lives lost in hurricane Irma and of the ones lost in the bomb blasts in Afghanistan.

11 am today – Group messages about a fellow Manipuri guy who went missing and later, out of the blue, announced to have been cremated by the police without even informing the family! “God forbid!” I exclaimed while the void in my stomach expanded. These present stories aren’t the only ones that have come to form a cloud of distress in my head, there were heaps and there will be heaps on top of heaps.

….killings, murders, suicides, natural deaths, deaths by calamities. Indeed, there are innumerable ways in which one can die. Funnily obvious, eh?

Was it untimely? If so, when’s the right time to die anyways? Who is to tell?

Hmph...Death is a labyrinth in itself.

But life… life as we know it, is an elixir in itself, of its own, in its own forms. Why not add some pixie dust in every life, every now and then, here and there?

Up and down. Inside and out. Left and right. Circles and infinities.

Life and Death, those they are.

All these thoughts of mine today compelled me to share a poem I wrote back in 10th standard in a poetry competition, for which I bagged the first prize. So much did I hope people got a bit of spark to live heartily each moment of our lives.

Inspired by Shakespeare’s Stages of Life, here it is –

THE VICIOUS CYCLE

by Kasish Ngangom Tug at my Heartstrings, September 2017

Singing her tune, dancing her way, Her She-life was merry and gay, Heard mother and sister whisper, “Whisper” But little did she know it would have her laugh whispered.

One morning saw her skirts red, Mother’s instructions as capturing as a raid. Separated from shared beds and brothers, Quandaries and more wonders!

Alienations, bondages, fights, Wept with pain, the forked nights. The pain from within, the pain from the blanketed house, Which one stabs her more?