<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914792313249475538</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:42:02.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripture</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinemadras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4914792313249475538/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinemadras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Incognito</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914792313249475538.post-5711068242633712810</id><published>2008-09-16T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:04:24.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Montage Sequence 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Chop chop. Cut cut. Slice slice. Who's cooking? What's brewing? Pour pour. Fry fry. Mash Mash. Who's making? What's burning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Amidst silences and tasty smells, a healthy dinner and a passionate new found love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Still Camera, covering kitchen activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;BG- Sizzling, Chopping and other cooking sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4914792313249475538-5711068242633712810?l=cinemadras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinemadras.blogspot.com/feeds/5711068242633712810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4914792313249475538&amp;postID=5711068242633712810&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4914792313249475538/posts/default/5711068242633712810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4914792313249475538/posts/default/5711068242633712810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinemadras.blogspot.com/2008/09/montage-sequence-3.html' title='Montage Sequence 3'/><author><name>Incognito</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914792313249475538.post-3431492562890655145</id><published>2008-06-19T00:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T00:33:16.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Montage Sequence 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"My blue eyed Wizard swished his wand at me and there, I was transformed into a Princess ready for the ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Long shot of two people at a candle light dinner table by the beach under the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;BG - Sound of waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4914792313249475538-3431492562890655145?l=cinemadras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinemadras.blogspot.com/feeds/3431492562890655145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4914792313249475538&amp;postID=3431492562890655145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4914792313249475538/posts/default/3431492562890655145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4914792313249475538/posts/default/3431492562890655145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinemadras.blogspot.com/2008/06/montage-sequence-ii.html' title='Montage Sequence 2'/><author><name>Incognito</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914792313249475538.post-7788710825778749869</id><published>2008-04-24T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T05:20:39.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;She turns to her friend and looks over the stained coffee cup, "Why do you keep asking me about where it will lead? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, sometimes it scares me to think I might fall into the chains of attachments, of obsessions and of possessiveness. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;But I found that fear comes in a relationship, when expectations run high. Since the future would always look out-of-sorts/reach for me, I stopped analyzing my new-ties, instead taking it a day at a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;. If my ego did take a turn suddenly because of any resentment, I shall remember, he is a gift, that need be treasured and is not a constant bank from where I invest my happiness, *takes a sip* because happiness is constant only when found within self."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;And 'CUT'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BG - Night traffic honks, horns and screeches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4914792313249475538-7788710825778749869?l=cinemadras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinemadras.blogspot.com/feeds/7788710825778749869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4914792313249475538&amp;postID=7788710825778749869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4914792313249475538/posts/default/7788710825778749869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4914792313249475538/posts/default/7788710825778749869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinemadras.blogspot.com/2008/04/white-balance.html' title='White Balance'/><author><name>Incognito</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914792313249475538.post-1417767575687848321</id><published>2008-04-18T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T05:15:59.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Montage Sequence 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"I have received a thousand kisses, not one less loved. I nomad at the most-loved hour and hope the mirage last."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Close-up of holding hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4914792313249475538-1417767575687848321?l=cinemadras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinemadras.blogspot.com/feeds/1417767575687848321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4914792313249475538&amp;postID=1417767575687848321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4914792313249475538/posts/default/1417767575687848321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4914792313249475538/posts/default/1417767575687848321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinemadras.blogspot.com/2008/04/montage.html' title='Montage Sequence 1'/><author><name>Incognito</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914792313249475538.post-6921921565384829830</id><published>2008-03-02T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T01:06:16.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aperture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He held her and slept, childlike. Breathe in, breathe out. She smiled at the rhythm, that was almost tickling her neck, but she never moved once. Her thoughts wafted to how she had been before meeting him and the slow transformation that occured, occuring wayside within her and discovering a whole new self, of new-found freedom and happiness. Sometimes she was whole and everything, sometimes nothing. Yet in that nothingness, she never once felt empty. The unnecessity to cite a reason for her happiness was ever so wonderous. It was as simple as just living, as simple as being in that moment, breathing in and breathing out. Her thoughts were interrupted by a slight stir from him, his hands bringing her close. Stillness again. Breathe in, breathe out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Camera Top Angle Fixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BG - The whirr noise of fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And 'CUT'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4914792313249475538-6921921565384829830?l=cinemadras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinemadras.blogspot.com/feeds/6921921565384829830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4914792313249475538&amp;postID=6921921565384829830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4914792313249475538/posts/default/6921921565384829830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4914792313249475538/posts/default/6921921565384829830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinemadras.blogspot.com/2008/03/aperture.html' title='Aperture'/><author><name>Incognito</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914792313249475538.post-2107888163328263497</id><published>2008-02-01T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T08:38:18.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intermission</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She turns and says, 'When I was a little girl, there were all these people who lifted me high up in the air and swung me till I squealed with delight, tickled till I laughed, till tears rolled down my cheeks, gave me random hugs whenever I scampered in and out of the room, and pinched my cheek and kissed it every now and then. Love was very free of cost and  bountiful.  But now, when I'm all grown up, all mature and supposedly figured out what-life-was-all-about, I cant help but notice the lack of that four letter word. The very mention of it, creates doubts, whether the other person wants something from me? or am I being used? or even, why me? And sometimes this misinterpretation of affection, when I find out, is really genuine.. I am clueless about how to reciprocate. And end up feeling empty when I 've nothing to give.'&lt;br /&gt;She turns back and looks at the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BG - Sound of the waves washing over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 'CUT'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4914792313249475538-2107888163328263497?l=cinemadras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinemadras.blogspot.com/feeds/2107888163328263497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4914792313249475538&amp;postID=2107888163328263497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4914792313249475538/posts/default/2107888163328263497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4914792313249475538/posts/default/2107888163328263497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinemadras.blogspot.com/2008/02/intermission.html' title='Intermission'/><author><name>Incognito</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914792313249475538.post-3352735845635502144</id><published>2007-06-05T07:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T08:38:45.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climax</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And she walks over to him and says, 'Its difficult for me to phrase when and where anything started. Instead of lulling over, I just wanted you to know that I shall travel, alone, like before, it's a state of normalcy for me that I 've almost become comfortable with that loneliness. Its only those times that when my ear catches an unguarded familiar tune from random corners I get reminded of you. The only times, when my self craves for company. I'm whole but would sometimes love to share that wholeness, to feel the warmth. Nevertheless, its not that I cant live without you. *smiles* Maybe those other times I'm less alive.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And she walks away from the focus point to blur to eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And 'CUT!'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4914792313249475538-3352735845635502144?l=cinemadras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinemadras.blogspot.com/feeds/3352735845635502144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4914792313249475538&amp;postID=3352735845635502144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4914792313249475538/posts/default/3352735845635502144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4914792313249475538/posts/default/3352735845635502144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinemadras.blogspot.com/2007/06/climax.html' title='Climax'/><author><name>Incognito</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
