It’s been more than 5 years since I made tryst with cinema. Ever since that fleeting moment of everlasting joy when I first lay transfixed under its bewitching influence my unconditional love for this enchanted avenue of endless uncertainties has only grown stronger. Even after having lived hundreds of lifetimes, I still find myself wanting for more. Such is the power of cinema. Once you are caught there’s no escape. The only solace is the want for more. And the more you savor the thirstier you feel. To quench this ever increasing thirst you must strive for more even though you are fully aware that in the wonderland of cinema more is less. I consider myself both the victim and the beneficiary of this endless onslaught. And it’s only appropriate that I contribute my bit in spreading this syndrome to every nook and corner of the planet. I take pride in calling cinema my muse, my whore, my beloved. A Potpourri of Vestiges was started with the aim of acquainting the masses with the realm of cinema, especially as the ultimate medium of human expression. In other words, it is my vehicle of expression and a small token of my appreciation to cinema.