Nandakumar Ramakrishna Panicker

Capricon

That I was a good cricket player (a leg spinner) during my teens, that I am a foodie who likes delicious vegetarian food and that I sing secretly when I am alone.

To be alone in a big city under the whirling forms in the midnight sky, walk along the empty streets filled in with flaxen lights, and all of a sudden hear screams and laments from the distant corners, where shadows of high raised buildings encroached in.

I could be at a ‘say something’ role in vanguard organizations for mother tongues provincially and nationally.

At the age of about seventeen, my play was staged in my hamlet. My characters ramped and rollicked on the stage under the arc lamps. My conversations reverberated in the hearts of an audience.

Me because it is me whom I know perfectly and completely.

Sherlock Homes

Ugra Hari Panchananan of C.V Raman Pilla’s historical fiction ‘Dharmaraja’

C.V.Raman Pilla, M.T Vasudevan Nair, Vaikkom Muhammed Basheer, O.V Vijayan. V.K.N (All from Malayalam fiction domain), Alexander Dumas, Nikos Kasantzakis, Umberto Eco

Count of Monte Cristo, Greek Passion, Dharmaraja, Khasakkinte Ithihasam, Arohanam.

Yes. Count of Monte Cristo.

Seven Samurai, Pather Panchali, Kodiyettam, Sholay, Manichithrathazh.

To travel around and across the world by being invisible.

He was a humane human.

As a child, I shall go back to the Sangham age in Thamizhakom. To a nomadic pastoral life of sixth century C E in the steppe regions of Central Asia for adolescence. Of course, adult life in 2000 BCE on the banks of Indus. Let the silver years be in eleventh century CE living in Tibetan monasteries sitting in immaculate vacancy and hearing the chirps of sparrows.

Painting

The Name of the Rose

Whenever and wherever the surge sprouts in me.

Music of the rain.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

Crime fiction. I don’t think it that guilty.

Look to your heart.