Snehith Kumbla

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Gender MALE
Industry Publishing
Location Pune, Maharashtra, India
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Introduction Writer, poet, lyricist and potential idler. Still in the beginners' class of joyful, meditative loafing. Bathroom Singer: Especially sonorous on Friday evenings. Writing is peace.
Interests Basic interest is writing. Collage making, poster art, photography, playing Cricket, Badminton, Table-Tennis and Volleyball. Listening to music, reading books, and watching varied movies with cinematic appeal. Sketching and swimming are budding hobbies.
Favorite Movies Japanese animation is an eye-opener;Hollywood has decayed in quality; Indian cinema is a tragedy; the world's largest film maker; but labour without brains. There are exceptions though. Movies: The Lord of the Rings trilogy/ Peter Jackson, Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro/Kundhan Shah: The iconic comedy that never had a theatrical release!, Gladiator/Ridley Scott: Russell Crowe rules, Princess Mononoke/Hayao Miyazaki: As nothing seen in animation, Wallace and Gromit: The curse of the Ware Rabbit/ Nick Park, Steve Box: Pain-staking clay animation, the results are there to see, Manichitrathazhu (The Ornate Lock) a 1993 Malayalam psychological thriller with a touch of humour; the comic inventiveness of Kung Fu Panda and Kung Fu Panda 2; Andaz Apna Apna / Rajkumar Santoshi: All the jokes work, a rare comic film.
Favorite Music The Beatles, RD Burman, AR Rahman, Sitarist Ravi Shankar, Celene Dion, Hindi Film Soundtracks(1950-end of this world), Malayalam and Tamil film soundtracks(although I hardly understand the Tamil lyrics, the music is great).
Favorite Books Predominantly fiction. Favorite authors:Roald Dahl, Agatha Christie, P G Wodehouse, Somerset Maugham, Ernest Hemingway. Favorite Books by other authors: Free love and other stories by Ali Smith, The history of Mr Polly by H G Wells, This Way for a Shroud by James Hadley Chase, Cakes and Ale by Somerset Maugham, Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri, Games at Twilight by Anita Desai. Non-Fiction: In Cold Blood by Truman Capote

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