Valentines Day (Short Film)

About the film:

Valentines Day is a short film made by the students of Video Production class at the University of Utah.

A Thousand Words (Short Film)

About the film:

A short love story made by students at Ex'pression College for Digital Arts (Adam Ardans,Tiffany Lo, Travis Munn, Eric Night Pipe, and Darrin O'Hara & Joselito Sering). It has been sent to about 10 different festivals including: Cannes Film Festival, Delta Video Fest, Telluride, and a few others!

Coffee & Donuts (Short Film)

About the film:

After fifty three years of marriage, Eddie and Rosie have been through everything except breaking up. But it may take more than a young couple's words to help a perfect match back along the path to redemption.

Using a Mid-western Neo-realistic-style, "Coffee & Donuts" explores love and romance through the vantage points of two different generations. Real life husband and wife, Jerry and Esther Castellano, play Eddie and Rosie in this romantic comedy by writer/director, Jim Fogarty.

Touch - A very beautiful short film

A spare thought

Goodbye nightmares...
Welcome happiness...

Different forms of the same idea...

Binci wrote:

Julm bhi ham par ho, aur ilzaam bhi
Dard bi hum sahe, aur inkaar bhi

Sofia wrote:

Julm bhi ham par ho, aur ilzaam bhi ham par lage
Dil bhi thode woh humara, aur bewafa bhi hamein kahe

Naaz didi wrote:

Julm bhi ham par ho, aur ilzaam bhi
Julm jab un par ho, hai ham par tab bhi

Meri Maa...

Main Kabhi Batlata Nahin
(I do not say this very often)
Par Andhere Se Darta Hoon Main Maa
(But I am scared of the darkness mother)
Yun Tho Main, Dikhlata Nahin
(Even though I do not show)
Teri Parwaah Karta Hoon Main Maa
(I care for you, mother)
Tujhe Sab Hain Pata, Hain Na Maa
(You know it all, don’t you mother?)
Tujhe Sab Hain Pata.. Meri Maa
(You know it all, my mother?)



Bheed Mein Yun Na Chodo Mujhe
(Don’t leave me in the crowd in such away)
Ghar Laut Ke Bhi Aa Naa Paoon Maa
(That I can’t find my way back home)
Bhej Na Itna Door Mujkko Tu
(Don’t send me so far away)
Yaad Bhi Tujhko Aa Naa Paoon Maa
(That I cant even get to remember you)
Kya Itna Bura Hoon Main Maa
(Am I that bad mother?)
Kya Itna Bura Meri Maa
(Am I that bad my mother?)



Jab Bhi Kabhi Papa Mujhe
(Whenever papa takes me)
Jo Zor Se Jhoola Jhulate Hain Maa
(To go swinging)
Meri Nazar Dhoondhe Tujhe
(My eyes try finding you out)
Sochu Yahi Tu Aa Ke Thaamegi Maa
(Thinking you would come and hold me)
Unse Main Yeh Kehta Nahin
(I don’t tell that to him though)
Par Main Seham Jaata Hoon Maa
(But I withdraw within myself mother)
Chehre Pe Aane Deta Nahin
(I don’t allow that feeling to come on to my face)
Dil Hi Dil Mein Ghabraata Hoon Maa
(I keep within myself, but I do get frightened)
Tujhe Sab Hai Pata Hai Naa Maa
(You know everything mother)
Tujhe Sab Hai Pata Meri Maa
(You know everything my mother)



Main Kabhi Batlata Nahin
(I don’t tell it usually)
Par Andhere Se Darta Hoon Main Maa
(But I am scared of the darkness)
Yun To Main, Dikhlata Nahin
(Even though I do not show)
Teri Parwaah Karta Hoon Main Maa
(I care for you, mother)
Tujhe Sab Hain Pata, Hain Na Maa
(You know everything mother)
Tujhe Sab Hain Pata… Meri Ma
(You know everything my mother)

Love, that never was.

While the going was good, I was floating around. And as the going got tough she hurt me like no one ever did.

The last nail...

And with a careless mention that it was all a joke, she erased everything that was precious to me. Everything, including some of the happiest moments in my life.

Kattrin Mozhi - Language of breeze..

(Stephen Chettan did this one for me. Thanks a ton, chetta... This one's too good!)


Kattrin mozhi ……ozhiya yisaiya
Poovin mozhi …….niramma manamma

Kadalin mozhi……….alaiyaa nuraiyaa
Kadhal mozhi…..vizhiya yidhazha

The language of Breeze….. Is it sound or Music?
The language of flower……Is it colour or fragrance?

The language of the sea……Is it wave or froth?
The language of Love……. Is it eyes or lips?

Yiyarkain mozhigal purindhuvidu….. manidhanin mozhigal thevaiyillai
Yidhayathain mozhigal purindhuvidu …. Manidharkku mozhiye thevaiyillai

Kattrin mozhi ……ozhiya yisaiya
Poovin mozhi …….niramma manamma

Understand the languages of Nature, Mans languages becomes unnecessary
Understand the languages of Heart, Man requires no language.

The language of Breeze….. Is it sound or Music?
The language of flower……Is it colour or fragrance?

I

Kattru veesum bodhu dhisaigal kidaiyadhu
Kaadhal pesum bodhu mozhigal kidaiyaadhu
Pesum varthai pola mounam puriyaadhu
Kangal pesum vaarthai kadavul ariyaadhu

When the wind blows, there are no directions
When Love speaks, there are no languages
You cant understand silence like the words you speak
God doesn’t realize the words spoken by the eyes

Ulagai theriyum kaatrukku uruvam theetta mudiyaadhu
Kadhal pesum mozhiyellam sabdha kootil adangaadhu

Yiyarkain mozhigal purindhuvidu….. manidhanin mozhigal thevaiyillai
Yidhayathain mozhigal purindhuvidu …. Manidharkku mozhiye thevaiyillai

Kattrin mozhi …

You can’t carve an image for the breeze, which knows the world
The languages spoken by love cannot fit in the phonetic cage

Understand the languages of Nature, Mans languages becomes unnecessary
Understand the languages of Heart, Man requires no language.

The language of Breeze

II

Vaanam pesum peychhu thuliyaai veliyaagum
Vaanavilin peychhu niramai veliyaagum
Unmai oomaiyaanal kanneer mozhiyaagum
Penmai oomaiyaanal naanam mozhiyaagum

The language spoken by the sky will manifest as a drop
The language spoken by the rainbow will manifest as colours
When truth becomes dumb, tears become the language.
When womenhood becomes dumb, shyness becomes the language

Osai thoongum jaamathil uchchi meengal mozhiyagum
Aasai thoongum yidhaiyathil asaivvu kooda mozhiyaagum

Yiyarkain mozhigal purindhuvidu….. manidhanin mozhigal thevaiyillai
Yidhayathain mozhigal purindhuvidu …. Manidharkku mozhiye thevaiyillai

During the midnight hours, when sound sleeps, the stars on high become the language
For the heart in which desire sleeps, even a movement will become the language

Understand the languages of Nature, Mans languages becomes unnecessary
Understand the languages of Heart, Man requires no language.

Kattrin mozhi ……ozhiya yisaiya
Poovin mozhi …….niramma manamma

Kadalin mozhi……….alaiyaa nuraiyaa
Kadhal mozhi…..vizhiya yidhazha

The language of Breeze….. Is it sound or Music?
The language of flower……Is it colour or fragrance?

The language of the sea……Is it wave or froth?
The language of Love……. Is it eyes or lips?

Yiyarkain mozhigal purindhuvidu….. manidhanin mozhigal thevaiyillai
Yidhayathain mozhigal purindhuvidu …. Manidharkku mozhiye thevaiyillai

Understand the languages of Nature, Mans languages becomes unnecessary
Understand the languages of Heart, Man requires no language.

Kattrin mozhi …

The language of Breeze…

Last straw...

Let me have just one shot at life. I badly need my peace.

You made me hate you...

Nobody said, ‘its ok man, stand up for your love…’

To think … I had gone to them to seek their support to marry you…

They were all talking about the girl I love. They were not even listening to me. They were all advising me against it. As if marrying her, isn’t worth the effort. As if her character is a big question mark. As if I am falling into a deep shit hole… from which coming out was just of no use, once in ... They wanted to save me from all the trouble.

'Moreover, she isn't half as hurt as you are', they said, supporting their views. 'In fact, she has already moved on... to her it wasn't more than a joke... so why even bother?'.

And for the first time, I hated you.

"She isn't half as hurt as you are"
"She isn't half as hurt as you are"
"She isn't half as hurt as you are"!!!

Yes, the truth is, 'I hate you'.

Blessed ones...

Blessed are those of us whose lives are touched by people who care. Only by people who care.

What she says. What I say.

When she says, ‘I’m feeling all low’, I say, ‘cheer up dear’.
But when I say so too, it’s always, ‘why the hell are you irritating me?’

When she says, ‘I’m possessive’, it should mean she loves me a lot!
Ok, but why should it only mean ‘I’m insecure’, when I say that.

If it’s about me ‘even’ looking at a girl, she threatens to break my neck.
But if it’s her talking about a guy like I’d love her talk about me, she’ll shout at me and say, ‘I’m like this. Leave me, if you can’t stand it’.

If she calls and I don’t pick up, she’ll blame me for ignoring her.
And if I call and get a ‘no answer’, I must accept that she was too busy to have a little time for me.

Crazy as it may sound, but couldn’t this have happened before, and not now, and not like this, when I’m all lost and stuck?

Life's a bitch.

My girlfriend is the daughter of a chauvinist who thinks girls are only decorative.

Her mother thinks she is a doll and keeps her on the mantelshelf displaying her before every idiot that says I want my son to marry your daughter.

My dad scans every crappy matrimonial ads – newspaper & others - thinking he knows what’s best for me, even when I am 28 – chronologically, biological, mentally and otherwise.

My mom thinks I am the ‘only’ handsomest guy in the whole world and all girls out there are trying to trap me.

My brother simply tells me go for the girl you love - if you love her seriously enough - no matter what the rest of the world thinks or says.

Her brother is a kid who can’t think beyond his sister’s happiness.

I am a fool who thinks she is my only choice when I am with her and my dad is my only family when I am with him and the irony is - she has just the same opinion.

And ours is a now-its-out-of-steam-and-now-it-picks-up relation.

Is there some hope for sale??

This is what she is. Exactly speaking.

Put on some weight for God’s sake. Or else, how would I show you around and say, ‘See, meet my husband’ - ‘Show me around? What am I? A pet dog?’

‘Better marry me before it’s late. Or else, I would go ahead and have my twins with someone else.’ – ‘Twins?!! My God!! My dear you’ll die having them’.

‘Build up some muscles. I want you to carry me around.’ – ‘Oh shit! Now that’s a crisis situation!’

‘Why do you always write about sex? Are there no other ‘things’ you can ‘think’ about?’ – ‘What else in life is good enough to write about?’

‘Will you still love my when I am old and fat and ugly?’ – 'Well, yes. If I am so too.’

‘Why do you love me?’ – ‘Well… I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it.’

FUCK!!!

Read this one somewhere:


"In the ancient England people could not have sex without the consent from the king. When people wanted to have a child they had to solicit permission to the monarchy. In turn they would be supplied with a plaque to hang on their door when they had sexual relations. It read, ‘Fornication Under Consent of the King’, - FUCK.

This is the origin of the word."

Mine. And only mine.

I really really really wanna make love to you all my life!!!

Falling in love...

He:
All my friends ask me, ‘why are you smiling?’. And I smile some more.

She:
And the smile just comes to me when I think of the most stupid things I do in his company. But then he is even more stupid than I am.

He:
She is such a … little child. She talks like one too. And to her, I am the guinea pig of her experiments with love.

She:
I don’t really know what he is to me… But I think I like him a little more than the rest of them.

He:
To me she is the most beautiful dream I would like to wake up next to every morning for the rest of my life.

A being I wanted to call mine..

Something she said hurt me somewhere.
I could not make out what it was. But it hurt for sure.
And for a moment, I hated her so much.

Then I sensed the nervousness in her voice. And I felt sorry for her.

Do I love her? I really don't know. But then why was I hurt when she was hurt?