My views

I have always been interested in tennis from a young age. My father is a huge tennis fan and loves to watch matches and analyse the different strategies the players use and how they play. Seeing my father's love for the game, my interest grew gradually as well. Luckily, when  I resettled in Tokyo, I found to my joy that there were multiple tennis courts and a lot of top-class tennis coaching centres. I immediately asked my parents to join me in a coaching centre and I had my first class before the first two weeks of my arrival itself!  As my tennis journey continued, I too started watching the matches of all time legends such as Roger Federer, Rafael Nadal and Pete Sampras to name a few. Although all these players are exceptional, one player whose game and especially his return of the serve I truly admired was Andre Agassi . At the same time, I was really interested in the autobiography genre and was eagerly searching for good quality autobiographies from which I could learn

Due to the ongoing coronavirus pandemic, many countries are forced to ensue lockdown orders on its citizens; thereby not allowing them to go outside. Confined to the walls of their houses, many people are watching a lot of movies and web series. Let me assure you here, that I too fall into that category; and as being a big movie buff, I have already watched several movies; most of them being in Malayalam. Among those movies, a real gem which stood out for me was the 1993 cult classic movie, Manichitrathazhu . Directed by Fazil and written by Madhu Muttam , this pyschological horror film is centered around a huge anscestral mansion named Madampally; which was racked by ancient superstitions. The family owning the house did not live in it because they believed that certain blood-thirsty spirits are locked up inside it. One day, the family head's(Nedumudi Venu) nephew, Nakulan( Suresh Gopi ) along with his wife Ganga( Shobhana ), come to the village and ask whether they can liv

Snow as white as milk was piling up all over the Hakuba valley as I woke up on the fourth and last day of the Hakuba trip. While I was getting ready for the day, I was feeling happy and sad at the same time. Happy, because I could meet my parents and get back to the usual school routine but sad, because this was going to be my last day of skiing for an entire year. Nevertheless, I firmly told myself to enjoy each and every moment to the fullest and headed downstairs to grab some breakfast along with my roommates and friends. After breakfast, which to my consternation, had been declining in quality for the past few days, we awaited our teachers to brief us on the day's events. We learnt that because our school was a six hour drive from the valley, we were to go upto our rooms straightaway and pack our suitcases. Following that, we were going to ski for two hours and then head back to the hotel; after which we would clamber onto the buses and return home.  As all of us starte