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There was a country, a country of spirited and adept men, finding itself in the path of recovery from the heavy blows of imperialistic pas...

Thursday, April 24, 2014

There was a country, a country of spirited and adept men, finding itself in the path of recovery from the heavy blows of imperialistic past, shaking the shackles and chains of misfortune off its limbs, showing promise of redemption and excellence. This country if played its cards right could end up leading the world which was its expected natural destiny, making the rest of the world line up behind it. It could acquire what once the World War Combatants desired: the indisputable global dominance, the god father stature.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

The entire affair regarding the assassination of former Prime Minister Rajiv Gandhi by the LTTE and its aftermath is no simple math to decode and arrive at an answer. Besides even if one can arrive at a conclusion it will not be an easy thing to ponder over it freely as we have people with the so called “Tamil sentiment” on one side as anointed by the corporate media and the less tolerant, less co-existence capable people with their illusory certainty about life on the other side. Keeping away from all that would be sensible of me to do which I will do focusing on clearing the air about or so to say, understand the “Tamil sentiment”.

Sunday, December 08, 2013

By that standard what was I, a ghost? Now shock overwhelmed me than the amazement I earlier felt.  

“I thought you were a mistake…” she said in a reflective tone after minutes, “I thought what happened between was a mistake… But … Men are all the same...”

I remembered her saying not to talk about the past, but there she was, “It felt wrong right from the beginning … You know… There is nothing more insane than an arranged marriage…

Friday, November 22, 2013

It‘s odd how it all started, how my fate, my destiny entangled with hers’.  It started with a bet.


We were sitting under the big neem tree in college: ‘Kutti suvar’ the lecturers used to call, a place restricted for the outcasts, misfits. Classrooms were only for imbeciles.

Monday, November 18, 2013

Before the title of the post plant wrong ideas about what this post might be let me state that this is the title of short story which I wrote some time back. Remember, I referred to a short story and a contest  in my previous post? This is it.

I chose the title to be cheesy, romantic to have those elements at least in the title:P. When I heard about the contest I thought about working on this post which I thought had come out well pertaining to the genre. On second thoughts I was tempted to work on something new to test whether I could trump my previous one which was written long time ago when my approach to writing was to think of what I would do or what I would say in a given situation and leaving traces or my psyche in the story. But fiction is more than that and it demands ability to create and write on people who are nothing like you or anyone you know. In short I set out to write a truly fictional piece in all aspects.

Wednesday, August 07, 2013


Even after many years I could feel her; her skin, her touch, the smell of her fragrance. 

I scolded myself; she is someone else’s wife. But does love, a wild force, a thoughtless emotion, bend to the beatings of reason or rationality?  No, it doesn't. 
If it did and if it can be manipulated and controlled, it is not love.

Love in its truest form stays the same, sometimes it even breaks, but it never bends.

These were lines from a story I wrote recently. Though the story is about letting go of the past, redemption and forgiveness, it might deceive you and to clear the air let me pronounce out loud that the story is not at all about forbidden love. 


But guess what, this post is.


Call it co-incidence or fate I have been treated to this theme of forbidden love through books and movies I acquainted myself with of late. Should I be blamed, or my choice of books, movies or the creations themselves I don't know, the point is, it convinced me that it deserved a blog post when I have been skeptic about blogging owing to various time/ other constraints. The idea was to share a Face book status as usual but I watched a movie and reiteration of the same theme pushed me to blog this. More than that, I wanted to record my notions, my perspectives on this. 

Besides, photographers and painters are not the only people who could capture moments; writers too could, in fact in more than imaginable degrees. :P


The movie which resuscitated the curiosity and made the shelved thoughts on this subject to blossom and flourish was Mr & Mrs.Iyer(2002). (Well, this is not a movie review so let me skip the plot details, if you wish you could Google it or even better, see the movie for yourself: P). This movie has a rather odd but beautiful portrayal of a muted, underplayed romance between two passengers(Konkana Sen Sharma, Rahul Bose, Take a bow !), a stranger and a married woman with a kid on a bus journey, who are caught in the midst of a communal riot (which was the main theme of the movie actually). I was supposed to grimace at the idea of that kind of romance but I didn't, you know why? It is because, as I said, the string of movies and books, which are all supposed to be classics and critically acclaimed, had kinda prepared me for this. And in fact this is least of the movies and last of the portrayals I could grimace at comparing others. Really? Let's see.


I would like to begin with The English patient(1996) which portrays the teenage like blind but true love between its protagonist and its lead lady who is already married. Though it doesn't glorify or justify a relationship of that sort the movie in a way revels in portraying their forbidden romance where the protagonist is certain of himself and his love to the extent that during a war he goes on to betray a country for the woman. In those defining moments of his love for the lead lady the protagonist takes what was supposed to be an affair into something more, akin to what poets and artists try to define as love.


Then there is L.A confidential(1997), one of my all time favorites, which portrays a stirring love between a cop and a prostitute. Smitten by a woman whom he later finds is a prostitute the protagonist is torn between his feelings and her despicable profession. He insults her and leaves when he finds that but she senses the undercurrents of their feelings for each other. Unable to exorcise her, he watches her every day parking his car few blocks away from her house. One day it gets the better of him and he knocks the door. 


She opens the door, she has a word, and she looks into eyes. She takes him to her bedroom, not the one she has reserved for her work and for her clients but the one where she really sleeps. He asks, why? meaning why she brought him there, why she chose him to be the special person. She says, “I don’t know” with held up tears.Creativity wise nothing can be as novel, as imaginative and as touching. The journey of these two characters through this crime, thriller flick is replete with such novel, highly imaginative and hear touching scenes fathoming their unbridled love for each other.


If there are bizarre love angles like LA then there are realistic, painful angles too. The Descendants (2011) portrays one such. A husband finds that his dying wife had been cheating on him when she enters coma due to an accident.  Suddenly he sees that he is left with a dying wife, a broken marriage and a disintegrating family that comprises two daughters.  A rather gloomy, artistic movie that focuses on infidelity, its effect on a family and forgiveness couldn’t have been any better. The painted Veil(2006) is also a movie on those lines of infidelity and forgiveness.


If there were films that handled these tricky subjects sensibly then there are some which unabashedly portrayed them in a way what one would call desperates. American beauty (1999) is one such where a father gets infatuated over a friend of his daughter. It almost borders on perversion (at least premise wise) yet one could feel that the portrayal knew its limit, brilliant, poetic at some portions and even kinda portrays the urban life brilliantly when you have finished watching this movie. The reader(2008) too is one such movie where the premise borders on perversion (this movie with its strong sexual content earned lot of criticism for its portrayal from critics) and which has its moment of asking bigger questions of life.


If The English patient treated what is really an act of infidelity casual, if the movies came up with debatable portrayals then the next one in the line, a book, The god of small things, sort of endorsed an outright, unthinkable taboo. An otherwise splendid, engrossing, unparalleled novel (No… No... it's not a novel, it's actually a 300 page poem..) almost earned a rebuke from me just in a matter of page where the protagonists, the twin brother and sister, share an intimate moment at the end of the novel  when they unite after their life shattering childhood ordeal. 


However artistic it was, however cathartic it was dubbed, however redeeming it was portrayed the basic idea certainly made me puke despite the arguments, the arguments that one could come up with like "Love as an emotion has no definition" which also happens to be the central idea of the book. In fact the book enunciates it openly at some point as follows “It really began in the days when the Love Laws were made. The laws that lay down who should be loved, and how. And how much. The Laws that make grandmothers grandmothers, uncles uncles, mothers mothers, cousins cousins, jam jam, and jelly jelly".

Nothing could sum up the subject as crisply as this argument and here arises the much thought over question? 


Is this whole idea not a shame, a shameful crime to be precise?  Don’t these ideas  jeopardize civilization as an ideal, as a practice and as an accepted reality?  


The love, we have been taught, on certain people can be of certain kind only and these ideas of mistaken, forbidden love are in stark contrast to them.Isn’t there a natural order, a settled harmony to this world which would be disturbed? 


Or is that we are missing a point and we are overlooking something? 

What about love, the sanctified, idealized of all the human emotions, which is dubbed as universal and beyond definition?  Is love not universal, definition-less as it is portrayed despite where and between whom it blossoms  or is it just another impulsive, wild human emotion wrongly sanctified and celebrated, which should be controlled, ruled by rationality and which should bend to the rules and laws laid down by the culture?


How much of the theories about love we have made holds true really?


 Have we idealized love distorting from what it truly is?  Have we consecrated love as we idolize everything we do not understand? 


There are no concrete answers; it is a never ending duel between laws, rules, ethics, cultures and individual's choices which makes one wonder whether laws exists for the people or people exist for the laws. 


More on those lines, what’s more  noticeable in the examples above are the questions of infidelity, taboo, right-and-wrong is thrown out the window and what takes center stage is individuality; an individual's aspirations, wants, desires, emotions and feelings. They convey the idea that love takes center stage in life and codes, ethics doesn’t which should actually be the case but which is contradictory to the reality as we know. 


In a way everything is made simple in them, in those invented fictions, which in real life is not because of the complex, intangible pressure exerted on individuals by culture, laws, values ,society and civilization: the guy loves her, the woman loves him and they enter in a relationship, the twins with a broken mind, fractured emotions and wounded self slip into a moment of passion, it doesn't matter she is married, it doesn't matter they are brother and sister, it doesn't matter the relationship bears the tags of infidelity, adultery, it doesn't matter they are breaking the barriers of a bond, the characters behave as though they act for themselves and their actions are not a result of pressures exerted by the man made factors, not to escape what-others-think disease as in real life. They behave as though individuals take precedence over rules and ethics. Aren’t individuals made and driven by the laid down rules without putting their rationality to use asking what is what in real life?


Could it be that the characters behave the way they do just because they are a figment of imagination and not flesh and blood individuals in the reality landscape? If it is so, why the heck are they made that way?


And this brings the next question: If reality and our culture aren't made that way why the hell on earth do writers write such stuff and most importantly why does our righteous, straight thinking world celebrate those creations? (The English patient as a book received a Booker and as a film swept the year's Academy awards with 9 wins, The god of small things was a Booker prize winner as well and of global unanimous repute and if you say these are the perversions of modern writers then there is the evergreen classic like Leo Tolstoy's Anna Karenina which deals with this theme). Are these creations result of writer’s gratification to write differently, the thrill they get in breaking the norms, foraying into the forbidden challenging their borders? Is it the natural affinity, their defining DNA, common to humans, that is always attracted to the forbidden, that always want to trespass into the restricted? 


Or are they being simply perverts giving catharsis to their repressed perversion in the name of art? Or is it a genuine effort to explore things as they are, open up the eyes closed by the lids of ignorance? What drives them to write that way? What on earth?


Questions abound but answers are scant.  But it is important to get an answer, the actual answer or a constructed one at least for the time being if the answers are not that simple. So what’s the answer or the made up one I have constructed for myself? (Well it may not be definitive; it may not be clear or let me confess it may not even make sense just like my untraceable thoughts jumping over the trail of each other’s frenzied drifts.)


Well, the central dilemma here is that the culture says few things are not to be tampered with, few things are considered taboo and love as an idealized feeling says otherwise. Let’s take a closer look at both. 


First what’s love? In its true sense, in the height of rationality it could be defined as a human emotion, a raw, strong, and very much innate just like the knowledge of swimming to a new born fish.  In an emotional point of view, no one knows what it is and hence it is definition- less. Is it sacred, is it to be worshipped or is it to be made the way of life and pursued relentlessly? It depends on the beliefs of the individual.


And, what is culture? (Well, this one is easy) Culture is set of accepted customs, accepted way of life in a group. Nothing more, and nothing less. In simple terms, Culture is you-should-wear-a-saree in India, you-should-bury-yourself-inside-a-burqa in Saudi Arabia and it is you-can-wear-a-bikini-or–even-roam-naked-if-you-wish in America.Unlike love, culture isn’t universal (may be Moral is, not culture, which says it is better to cover oneself by a piece of cloth. But sadly moral doesn’t care whether it is burqa or saree or whatever or even whether it is forced upon or not). 

Culture isn’t sacred, culture is not compassionate, not like love. Culture could sometimes say a woman should deprive her life herself if her husband dies, it could cut limbs for as much as thievery, it could stone a victim of rape, it could rob books, arts, music from an entire community. Culture often is the vice of society, culture in practice could be flawed and culture is parochial eight out of ten times if looked in a broader perspective.


In short, love is blind,a natural blind, by no fault of its own and culture despite having eyes, lacks vision.


And as for the writers and creations writing in certain way, I think some do use those themes to lure the crowd, to sound different while others genuinely try to open the lid of ignorance or understand whether our eyes are closed by those lids. It would be a grave mistake, it would be ridiculous to interpret such writers and creations in wrong light as if the writers are perverts who propose lets-go-back-to-stone-age and sleep-with-anyone-as-we-like times. Whether we see or not, whether we accept or not, there are people who do ask those greater questions of life making us to doubt what is taboo and what is accepted. 


For instance a portrayal like LA confidential directly asks what bearing does sexual intimacy has on love. Indeed, that is a worthy question to be asked. How much an act of carnality corrupt love as culture says when it glorifies epics that tell the story of a wife who had five husbands? If I'm not wrong,aren’t those same characters worshiped as chaste woman? How much of the-physical-love-sense holds valid there? Or is it that culture has become the vehicle for hypocrites to deviate the ancient’s forward thinking, “Chastity is never physical and love has got nothing to do with physical intimacy.” 


What is accepted then? What is a taboo then? 


I think it is time we apprise things as they are and think things with our own logic, ask our own questions, have our own counter arguments and get our own answers than surrendering ourselves to the blind, vision lacking culture, ethics et al. Especially this is essential in times where people still get killed simply for their choice of marriage by few other people (I’m talking about the tragic outcome of inter-community love marriage which shook TN recently).


And as I referred, universality-and-boundlessness-of-love hypothesis doesn’t mean to propose lets-go-back-to-stone-age theory, but it is an opportunity to look at things as they are. It is not taking sides, it is not glorifying or debasing things blindly, it is simply a question put forth that asks whether love can be manipulated, controlled and regulated.  As simple as that.


P.S: I started reading, And the mountains echoed by khaled Hosseini and guess what? This also deals with a similar theme at least in a part. :P

Wednesday, May 15, 2013


There are books that clasp your fingers, grab your senses and have your attention on its leash when you take them up in your hands; they call it the page-turners. There are some books that are heavy not so much in terms of its girth and weight but in terms of the facets it explores, in terms of the impact it leaves in a readers mind. These books are delicately subtle, profoundly beautiful, and unbelievably chimerical in terms of their form and their very make. They are like a cool breeze whose touch is felt even after they have left long ago. 
                                        
                                               

Then there are some other books that are like an evening cup of coffee, you like it when you drink but as soon as you put down the cup you don’t remember it. They are not tongue burning, neither the treat of the life, they are usual; these are what they call a good-read. And there is another kind which you and I won’t like spending time to discuss about; they usually call it waste-of-time.

And before you ask, what’s all this piece-of-wisdom on books about let me tell you that this post is about a book that I read of late. To make myself clear, this isn't exactly a review but just my thoughts on a read-worthy book, An Excursion of Insight, written by my friend, Harsh Agarwal.  Plus, more than anything I wanted to give him comments for a change (Just kidding: P).

Story:

Sonam Dorji is a simple, less endowed man from Bhutan who has his feet firm in Buddhism.  He lands in Meghalaya: with eyes full of dreams to study in college, with an obligation towards his motherland and with an innocent belief that India is what they show in Bollywood movies. He has responsibilities and he knows that better than anyone else yet he falls in love with a classmate, Sarika; a beautiful girl with whom Sonam’s chemistry works out in the chemistry lab. While their chemistry mix up in test tubes like salts with diluted acid and  warmed in Bunsen burner flames effervescing uncontrollably, Sonam is pulled into the smothering current of the academic twirl on the other hand.  The Indian Educational system that crushes spirits, sucks confidence out of student’s life leaves its trademark effect on Sonam too who is new to this rat race. He is haunted to a level that everything he held close to his heart shatters in a matter of days. What does the shaken Buddhist do, what happens to him forms the story.

About the book:

Of the three types of books I referred earlier, this book falls in the spectrum of second type of books in terms of its content and presentation.

It is beautiful when it effortlessly paint the maiden green landscape of Meghalaya. It is subtle when it exactly captures the craziness of student’s life, college years and the suicidal stress at times. It is delicate when it reflects the pristine beauty of Sarika, her every fiber, every contour like that of a mirror.  It does leave the feel even after you have closed the book.

Though the main premise has been love it is not a love story. The tapestry of themes that are handled augurs more depth and complexity to the book. Indian educational system, religion, belief, friendship, a foreigner’s view on India, suicides are few of which that are being tackled throughout.

“The shining India” bit had been exploited very well in Sonam’s early scenes. The approach of giving a realistic view on normal engineering life is appreciable without adding what they call it “spice”.

Characterization:

Another striking feature of the book is the characterization especially that of Sonam, the protagonist’s. Him being a Buddhist, his innocent nature and the setting he lands in gives a perfect natural conflict needed for the story. His inner struggle that whispers “Desire is the cause of suffering” every time he lifts his feet off Buddhism because of the circumstances has come out well.

Sarika’s characterization was good in terms of her detailed extraneous portrayal.Though I felt that her character arc was abrupt but that’s my impression. It could have been consciously left such so that the character doesn't turn out flat, stereotypical. Salil, Sonam's friend, character has come out well.

Having said everything personally I felt that the book could have delved bit deeper in some places to give a wholesome, more gripping feel as the themes were complicated in nature and because the style was literary. I felt the story to be consciously restricted and compressed at times. As a reader perhaps I am greedy, I always want more.

The style of writing also makes a big difference. But for the quality text, it would have been a good-read, another sparkling campus story with different ending. The style, the text and the writer’s sheer ability to spruce up words into places, persons and emotions had made all the difference. And having known Harsh for sometime this isn't a surprise. In fact there is more to him and this excursion is clearly a jolly ride he has taken. I am certain he is capable of taking it to whole another level when he means business.

Over all if you are a reader who wants your creative senses to be tickled, who cherish the beauty of writing, not entertainment and not only the adrenaline factor attached with page turners then this is a recommended read.

 To Take the Excursion: An Excursion of insight

Tuesday, November 20, 2012


It was well past midnight. I was searching for this old classic, Swathi Muthyam as I heard highly of the film and its director K.Vishwanath. I have been hearing about three of his films particularly, out of which I have already seen Salangai oli. Of the other two Sankarabharanam and Swathi Muthyam, I found the plot of Swathi Muthyam interesting and found it in YouTube. But damn, there were no subtitles. So I had to postpone my plans until I find this movie with subtitle elsewhere. I was about to close the window and go to bed but another movie caught my attention which I have already seen it in school days,Guna. I was not particularly impressed and had a vague memory of the story. And with the string of Hollywood psychological thriller movies and movies about deranged minds I acquainted myself in the recent past, some part of my mind asked why not I try this movie to see how our own counterparts had done.

I had not been a big fan of kamal movies until my early twenties where I liked Hey Ram. And obviously knowing the tragic plot of Guna I did not want to see it fully. So there I was, an insane guy in the midst of the usual-manic-movie-watching-spree well past midnight wanting to just check out a movie to get a feel of it.

I turned the movie on. Time elapsed and when I was 30 minutes into the movie I found it odd that I had not skipped any scenes. Usually if I check out a movie I just skip and see only the most interesting or engaging scenes.An hour elapsed and until then there was only one scene that could tickle my part of the mind that wants it to be marveled, inspired and stupefied while watching a movie.

After the initial set up of the story part it got better, those marveling, mildly stupefying elements in the scenes could be seen often. For the next 45 minutes or so it made me laugh, wonder, empathize and appreciate. I thought it wasn’t that bad an idea to catch up the movie giving up sleep. When I was thinking on those lines being glad, there came a blinder. A blinder of 20 minutes, an awe-striking twenty minutes of pure awesomeness, complete brilliance after which I knew a tragic climax is brewing. 

 Tragedies, as they say, are not my cup of tea when it comes to movies and books. Though I could appreciate movies of any genre as long as there is element in it, I am just another guy who grew up liking all-is-well-at-the-end type of movies. So I thought of turning it off and I almost did. By then I was reminded of such a movie, a movie of sorts that has a tragic ending. The movie’s name was American History-X which taught something about the right interpretation of movies sometime ago. The lesson was tragedy could sometimes be poetic and profoundly beautiful if presented well.

I wondered whether I could apply what I learnt there and decode Guna in the right sense. Eventually I got back and completed the rest of the movie that ends with the vividly-remembered-image of kamal jumping from the hill. It was not all poetic as expected. But when I thought more deeply from a creator’s perspective I realized there couldn’t be any other better way of ending it. 

When I said about lesson learnt from American History-X I forgot to add couple of other points. The poetic element of such tragedies, I referred earlier, is not readily visible. They hide behind the cloak of fate, co-incidence which we give as reasons for the tragic endings. They remain hidden until we uncover the cloak, until we interpret the reasons for such endings in a different angle or the right perspective may be.

In American history-X, Derek Vinyard (Edward Norton) is a neo-Nazi racist who is sent to prison for killing two Black guys who try to steal his car. In prison he becomes an outcast because of his white superiority theory and everyone awaits their chance to strike. Derek is subjected to a brutal incident; a black man whom he got acquainted in prison helps him out of it. Change of beliefs happen and Derek realizes his mistake of racism. He is released from prison and to his dismay finds that his younger brother is following his own footsteps that could end up in a disaster. He explains him about what he thinks now and his brother sees the point.

Seeing this one would think that there is an all-is-well kind of climax on the cards. But to one’s surprise his younger brother is killed by a black kid next day in school. Derek finds his body and he breaks into a cry. The movie ends.

The screenplay, plot, the philosophies and the entire movie proved brilliant except for the climax. It seemed artificial in the otherwise well thought out script. The protagonist’s character arc was complete, and he was no more a racist. He is a changed man; he has succeeded in stopping his brother from treading a wrong path. All was fine, everything had been answered and what is the point of killing the brother? I pondered over this and it stuck to me in a while. When I dissected it in terms of a story and its ending it did not make sense but when I did think in terms of the journey of the character (i.e. of protagonist's) it made all the sense. I realized that there could not have been any better climax.

 The climax actually was the real testimonial to Derek’s change. With his brother’s corpse in his lap he is presented with two choices. Either, he could give himself to anger and go on a killing spree as he did earlier or he can be the changed soul who knows violence and hatred doesn't solve anything. Derek chooses the second and that decision completes his character arc truly. After that I began to see the importance of moving the story in relevance to the protagonist's journey, protagonist's objective.

And the 20 minutes of awesomeness of Guna comes into picture right there. To continue on the same lines, the awesomeness that I referred was not because of any regular mass movie elements such as best dialogues, adrenalin pumping actions, on the top flashy performances et al but it is in terms of the authentic, well thought out characterization. As I said for American History-X, the awesomeness of these 20 minutes could only be seen if it is interpreted in terms of character’s journey. 

Guna is some one of a deranged mind who thinks he has a lady love called Abirami loathes his life. His abusive father had abandoned his wife after which Guna’s mother had to involve in the flesh trade. Guna doesn’t like his mother or the brothel she has in which Guna has grown up. While treatment he says to the doctor that people are nasty, the world is nasty and he himself is ugly with the features of his father’s face and that he is impure. He says his only saving grace is Abirami, a nonexistent, imaginary divine lover who can cleanse his mind, soul and body. He calls others as “Humans” suggesting he is not one of them and comments that the world is disgusting. Thus the character’s objective is to escape the humans, escape the world they dwell in and live with Abirami.

Rohini is a daughter of a rich father who had just died in a plane crash. She is almost left alone with her mother gone when she was 8. Being a motherless child with her business obsessed father she had grown up in hostel without any shade of love falling on her. Now all she has is 20 crores of her father’s business with nobody to care even a bit about her.

One day, Guna comes across Rohini and sees his Abirami in her. Their fates intertwine and Guna ends up taking hostage of Rohini. He takes her to a mountain where human interference is on the very minimum. After her foiled attempts to escape, Rohini gets the better of Guna when he risks his life while saving her. She refuses to lift Guna who is hanging at the tip of a cliff. Guna falls off. By then Rohini’s caretaker comes with Gunda’s asking her to sign a blank document. Rohini finds the evil design of taking possession of her property. She denies. But S.K, the caretaker threatens her with rape by Gundas after which Rohini signs. S.K says she could not live even after she had signed the document. He aims the gun at her. She closes her eye getting ready for the bullet to pierce through her. Fortunately Guna comes and saves her only after S.K breaks her leg. Guna kills one of the Gundas. Rohini is left unconscious. 

Guna takes her to a remote cave. He tends to her while she is unconscious. What lies there in the cave is not Rohini’s unconscious form but a reincarnate of Rohini. Rohini has experienced death,physically when she closed her eyes awaiting her death when S.K prepared to shoot and emotionally when S.K threatened her with rape thus destructing her emotions, destructing the belief she had on people. Now she is a new person with new beliefs and new hopes surrounding her. She is the Abirami of Guna’s dreams who had ceased to be just a figment of imagination, who had been given life by Guna himself; she is the Abirami who could give to Guna salvation and who wants herself a salvation.

 After a while Rohini wakes up and finds Guna bandaging her broken leg. She is overwhelmed seeing Guna taking such good care of her despite her betrayal. A conversation ensues. Each of the words that they spell shows how their inner search is answered. She asks him whether he is not angry and asks why he is so good to her despite her leaving him to a possible death. He says the reason is he loves her. “What kind of love is this when you don’t even know my name”, she asks. He says that her name is Abirami and that is how it is for him always. “Abirami”, she whispers. Good than Rohini she says. Who is Rohini asks Guna, for whom the girl who is sitting opposite had always been Abirami as far as he could remember. For that she says,” She was a girl I knew” rechristening herself as Abirami, reaffirming her transformation into Abirami.

She understands that love showering Guna is better than the money-lust souls she had been living with.  She says, to be Abirami who is loved beyond limits is better than being a loveless loner Rohini. Though her partly enlightened human mind cannot still understand the feel Guna has for her. She asks whether he wants her mistaking sexual motivation in Guna’s love. She thinks he had saved her honor and life and deserves her. Guna denies and says he wants to marry her saying implicity that his is not a love as perceived by humans but something beyond human understanding and something purer than human love. She asks him to marry her then and there for which he says he wants to marry her on the full moon day.

                                       Part of the 20-minutes-of-awesomeness

Then Rohini fever struck, bedridden. Out of a sudden whim, may be laying there protected by the shoulders of a man who genuinely care for her had ignited something in Rohini's mind, she asks Guna to marry her. He says full moon is due by only next day for which she says her heart is filled that day and it is the full moon day for her. She feels real happiness perhaps the one she had never felt in her whole life and she wants to multiply it. He ties the sacred thread. Thus Rohini’s longing for love has been answered. The loveless attains pure love and happiness completing the character arc. Guna’s objective of escaping the people, finding his Abirami who can cleanse his heart, body and soul, is also fulfilled. 

As the movie ended initially I thought the poor souls could have been allowed few more days of life. But the verbalization that my heart is filled by Rohini clears that as well. Rohini of the old could have lived 100 years and never see happiness. But this reincarnate of her’s, Abirami had seen a day of sublime happiness. Rohini would have traded a day’s happiness and death than 100 years of loneliness. Guna was the catalyst she needed all her life to see the world as it is and life as it is. And as far I know nothing could be any poetic than that. And the song "Kanmani anbodu" damn its an piece of art especially for the lyrical transformation of ordinary lines into a song, Vairamuthu's best.

People always bring up Kamal Hassan’s name when Guna is discussed. True that the man has lived the character and at certain points you won’t find his acting brilliant as you tend to believe Guna was not a brilliantly orchestrated performance of the skillful actor kamal Hassan bu someone real who had been mad all his life. Even I thought Roshni as Rohini has done splendidly well that too for a debutant she was brillaint. Generally she looks attractive, cute with her expressions, dialogue delivery and a tad hot sometimes but I felt her to be strikingly beautiful and irresistible in those cave sequence. May be it is after all true that beauty is not skin deep and it has to do with the person one is. Back to the point, I think the true hero of the movie is script than Kamal Hassan.

Thought I speak highly of those twenty minutes, though to me the movie starts only after an hour of actual movie starts and it ends before twenty minutes of the actual ending I think the other parts are also necessary to build towards that good part. Over all it is one of the best movies I have seen in the recent past, may be the one I would ever see all my life. Damn this deserves rewatch(already seen it 5 to 6 times in 48 hours :P) and it belongs in my collection of all time great movies undoubtedly. A classic or at least a cult classic as accepted by many.

Hell I have lots to say but I think it is enough for now. May be after watching the movie for another round of 10 times I would write a better version, a part 2 may be. ;)
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