Thursday, February 26, 2009

Naan Kadavul - The movie and my guilt


A leader of the beggars mafia slams the back of an heavily wounded
lady and blood spills out of her skin. Another woman, whose hip bone
has been manhandled and broken, so that her appearance is conducive
for the people to feel pity on her and throw away a few coins. She
revolts against begging and gets slammed again. I don't think no one
other than Bala, in Tamil industry, would have the guts to show the 'behind the scenes' of
the beggars life as he has in NAAN KADAVUL. You will definitely feel
thankful for living a life what you have got now. Guess Bala has
gone to places where even the cops wouldn't have gone. Apart from
the deviation inside the screenplay, the making of each and every
gesture is mind blowing. Are there men like Rudra (Arya), who just have
ganja, eat dead bodies, and poses differently
all over the day? Seems like there are. The aghoris from Kasi.
"Its hard hitting, disturbing and
real!" says the Friday review. Yes it is. In Slumdog millionaire,
boiling oil is poured onto that little kids eye. And people say that
was too hard a portrayal. Excuse me, try watching Naan Kadavul.

The movie is no exaggeration when
it comes to the depiction of a typical day of the beggars. At times I
disagreed myself over the exaggeration factor. But my subconscious
mind shouted "You are trying deliberately not to accept the fact". Ilayaraja mesmerises through out the movie. Especially along with Madhu Balakrishnan in the song "pichai pathiram yendhi vandhaen". Suprising to see pooja in such a role, especially when her conterparts in the movie world are just showcase dolls except for a few.

After coming out of the theatre,
some would cry, some would be disturbed, some would have absconded
during the interval. I felt guilty. Our fellow men and women in this society
are undergoing such turmoil in their life and we are looking at them on
silver screen, sitting relaxed over a cushion sofa, munching pop corns.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Love


What is love? How does it one feel? How does one 'fall' in love? Here I'm talking about the love that is been portrayed by the literature and movie world. And the love which we ascribe on ourselves when seek the company of an opposite sex. Lets get into the roots. Why does a man/woman seek the company of an opposite sex, in their journey through life? The reasons that I find are,
1. To be cared and develop an intimacy, so that when you are in trouble you could grumble. Discuss your personal problems, desires with a single person so that your weaknesses are not let known to the world when discussed with more number of people. Talking out a problem stresses you out.
2. To have sex with the same single person. So that you don't satisfy your sexual desires with a lot other people and be prone to sexually transmitted diseases.
3. And topping it all.. THE CONTINUATION OF YOUR SPECIES.

A guy proposes an "I LOVE YOU" to a girl. What does that mean?
"I would like you to accompany me throughout my life. This decision is completely based on my current desires, aspirations, my needs and my view on you." Love is not a spark nor a "feeeeling". It doesn't 'come' all of a sudden. Its a decision. When ur desires change.. needs change.. perception of ur life betters.. it naturally affects ur previous decisions. Anyway, the compromise you do to sustain that love depends on the intensity of the change.
Why am I typing this? I find a lot of people who let 'love' to affect their careers and aspirations. Who compromise their individuality to sustain a love which is decision. A decision which is reversible if found wrong.
I love my mom and dad. I love my sister. I love my wife. Whats the difference? Here comes the lust factor and a lot more secret sharing when it is my wife and not with the rest. That is the only difference I find.