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Friday, September 18, 2015

Why Trisha illana Nayanthara may be a movie to hate, but is definitely a movie we need!



Watched Trisha illana Nayanthara today. First day. It was a complete shocker. It is an out and out teenage/coming of age/romance/ sex comedy, a genre tamil cinema has not seen in a long time. Interestingly and incidentally I happened to watch Manmadhaleelai in Raj Tv a couple of days back and was wondering what happened to such films and to wherever sex comedies or honest adult themed films disappeared from tamil movie industry.

Now, I didn't like many things in/ about the movie. For one, I hated the regressive note throughout the movie brought out by the hero, that it is absolutely unacceptable for girls to drink and suggestions to women about 'asingamana' dressing and partying (but how it is okay for men to drink, party and do whatever) and how 'virginity' is an important necessity in love and how men who don't care if a girl is virgin are 'thiyagis' and how the film's hero claims he is not one such 'thiyagi' (read 'loser').

(Btw, to the director's credit,  the movie also shows the male lead to be a hypocrite who is himself a virgin only due to lack of opportunities and who would buy beer to a woman if it suits his cause.)

But these are the very reasons that make me feel so strongly about why we need  'Thrisha illana Nayanthara's more often.  With its cheap jokes, taboo themes and innuendos, the movie shocks some of us, makes some of us hide our faces, some shift in our seats, some of us cover our laughter, but makes all of us check the next seat after we let out that guilty chuckle. The very same things we Indians so righteously criticize, scorn and so refuse to enjoy - in public. This is very important.

We need these shocks from time to time to make the us, the Tamil/Indian audience break from the bluddy, Super Sensitive , Intolerant, mindsets we have developed through decades of being fed only carefully picked, culturally 'sensible' , chauvinistic stereotypes acceptable to our 'culture'.

For eg. like how  the heroine, even if portrayed a widow or divorcee should always be a virgin (either the guy she marries compulsorily  dies or gets separated before consummation of the marriage), or how the heroine can never get raped (by anyone other than the hero), and how there is never any actual talk on anything intimate like masturbation, or making out, or any other physical personal sexual activities. Even 'intercourse' is mentioned only if it somehow changes the course of the story, and how fancying luxury and wanting to make money (esp for female characters) is evil, etc.,

Feeding us with these same beaten ideas has made  us, the audience, insanely sensitive to anything else that we are not used too.  Which is why, the huge cries and outrages and hartals and violence when anybody says anything even remotely different from what we know, what we believe, what we like or  what we are ready to accept.

Come on, it has been 30 years since a #panneer pushpangal, #manmadhaleelai, #arangetram,  #vedham pudhidhu  or any such bold attempts. It has been 12-15 years since the last attempts at decent, honest coming of age / adult comedies like #boys or #thulluvadho ilamai.

More movies like Trisha illana Nayanthara, from time to time, will get the audience more used to themes that are in the shadow and make them more acceptable to cultural shocks and other taboo ideas which all of us may not agree with. And more such creative works, (Movies, Arts, Plays, Albums, Shows) will get us used to seeing, hearing, coming across things we don't feel okay about.

More movies with bold and shocking themes and content like Trisha illana Nayanthara, (not only sex comedies, but adult themes, religious criticisms, introspection on the society, alternate views on historical events or figures, etc.,) will actually distribute the outrage and over sensitivity of the audience and get people used to sensitive things being brought out in public. More importantly,understand people have the right to say what they want, and you may not always like what they want to say.

I do not know if the director realises the importance of his work. Heartfelt wishes to this game changing attempt.

#trishaillananayanthara, #adhikravi, #richardmnathan, #umeshjkumar

Monday, July 11, 2011

do u know
how hard it is
to let go...

sayin 'gud bye'
n bein scared
u might be right...

wen the thought passed
that the last kiss
might be the last...

do u know
how hard it is
to turn around

when she stops,
turns back
n vanishes
around the block...

when phone
doesn't sing
the song of
the familiar ring...


~ ovel sturck

Monday, April 19, 2010

முடிவுறா கவிதைகள்....1

முன் குறிப்பு:

நீண்ட நாட்களாக .. மிக நீண்ட நாட்களாக நான் எழுத வேண்டும் என்று நினைத்துக் கொண்டிருந்த பதிவு.

இந்திரா படத்தில் வரும் 'தொடத் தொட மலர்ந்ததென்ன...' என்ற பாட்டினை ஒரு முறை (முதல் முறை ) கேட்ட பொது தோன்றிய ஒரு வரி.. அது மனதிலேயே கிடந்து ஒற்றைச் சிறகாக அலைபாய்ந்து இன்று வடிவம் பெற்று இருக்கிறது.

தொடத் தொட.. மெட்டினில் நான் எழுதி இருக்கிற பாடல்.. சில வரிகள் மிகையாக உள்ளன. எனக்கே தெரிகிறது. என் மனதில் வருடக் கணக்காக நெருடி இருந்தவை இரண்டே வரிகள்தான்.. ஆரம்பமும் இல்லாத, முடிவும் இல்லாத அந்த வரிகளை இட முடியாது என்பாதால் மொத்த பாடலையும் ரீமிக்ஸ் போல ரி - ரைட் செய்திருக்கிறேன்... பாடிப் பார்த்து ரசிக்கவும்.

கருத்துகளை மிக மிக எதிர் பார்க்கிறேன்.

situation எனப்படும் இந்த பாடலின் சந்தர்ப்பம், ஏறக்குறைய அசலின் நிலைதான். கொஞ்சம் modern தலைவன்/ தலைவி. இன்று நாம் காணும் கல்லூரி மக்கள். கொஞ்சம் தமிழ் ஆர்வம் உள்ளவர்கள்.

தலைவன்/ தலைவி கல்லூரி பருவம் முதல் பிரியாமல் இருக்கின்றனர். அதிகபட்சம்10 நாட்கள் சொந்த ஊருக்கு போகும்போது பார்க்காமல் இருந்திருப்பர்.

இப்பொழுது தலைவன் / தலைவி படிப்பிற்காகவோ, வேலைக்காகவோ வெளிநாடு/ நெடுந்தொலைவு போக வேண்டிய சூழல். விட பெற வருகிறான்/ வருகிறாள்... வருந்தி அழுது, மீண்டும் ஒருவர் மற்றவர்க்கு ஆறுதல் கூறி ,தங்கள் நிலையை நினைத்து பாடுகின்றனர்...

( குள் கொடுக்கப்பட்டிருப்பவை நிஜ பாடலின் வரிகள்.. மெட்டு புரிவதற்காக.. )

:பல்லவி :

ஆண் : (தொடத் தொட...)

விட்டு விடச் சம்மதமா
நிலவு.....
விண்ணை விட்டு நிலம் செலுமா...?

பெண்: (தொடத் தொட...)
விட்டுச் செல்ல மனம் வருமா
உயிரை .....
விட்டு விட்டு உடல் வருமா.....?

ஆண்: (பார்வைகள் புதிதா...)

பிரிவென்ன நிலையா ,
இணைந்திடல் இலையா?
ஒவ்வொரு பிரிவிலும்
அழுகை என்ன?


பெண்: (பார்வைகள் புதிதா...)

நினைவுகள் தொலைவா
நெஞ்சம்தான் தொலைவா?
தெரிந்தும் அலைகளின்
ஓல மென்ன?

ஆண் : (தொடத் தொட...)

விட்டு விடச் சம்மதமா
நிலவு
விண்ணை விட்டு நிலம் செல்லுமா?



: சரணம் :

ஆண்: (அந்த இள வயதில்...)

சொல்லித்தந்த பாடம்
அள்ளித் தந்த பாசம்
அத்தனையும் காற்றோடு
கரைந்திடுமா....

பெண்: (நந்தவனக் கரையில்...)

பெண்மை தந்த நெஞ்சம்
உண்மை சொல்ல கெஞ்சும்
காதலின் கணங்கள்தான்
மறைந்திடுமா...

ஆண்: (காதலர் தீண்டாத...)

பிரிவது நிலை அல்ல
புரிந்திடு என்றேனே ..

பெண்: (இடைவெளி தாண்டாதே...)

கண்-நீரின்றி , விடை கேளு
விடை தருவேன் நானே..

ஆண்: (தொடத் தொட...)

விட்டுச் செல்ல மனம் வருமா
உயிரை .....
விட்டு விட்டு உடல் வருமா...

பெண் : (தொடத் தொட...)

உயிர் வரை உனை நிறைத்தேன்,
அன்பே....
வரும் வரை உயிர் கசிவேன்...



: சரணம் ௨:

ஆண்: ( பனிதனில் குளித்த...)

மொட்டுவிடும் இரவில்
பட்டுவிடும் தொலைவில்
தொட்டனைக்க தோன்றாமல்
விலகி நின்றோம் ..

பெண்: ( பசித்தவன் அமுதம்...)

ஆயிரம் பேர் நடுவில்
சூழும் ஜனச் சுழலில்
தள்ளி நிற்க முடியாமல்
உயிர் வெறுத்தோம் ...

ஆண் & பெண்: (தொடத் தொட...)
விட்டுச் செல்ல மனம் வருமா
உயிரை .....
விட்டு விட்டு உடல் வருமா...

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

"Excuse me...."




"Excuse me...." he said. She turned looking puzzled for a second and turned back. She hadn't heard him. "EXCUSE me..." He was a little louder this time. She was already looking at him. Her eyes were doing something to him. There was something about her.

He tried to sound polite, "Eh..er... I am not from these parts.. I..I.. Wanna go to Ezzeres, Can you please help me?". She gave a stare. Her eyes trying to dig out something from his eyes. "Do we wait her for the bus? The sign says there is one at 6:30...." He didnt sound as harmless as he wanted to. And somehow the 'we' troubled her. She slightly nodded.If you can call that a nod. Only those who are looking for it would even notice. She looked up at the sky. The clouds were forming. She looked down, staring at the ground again.

They waited.

His dress didnt seem to go with his destination. He was built heavily. His hair unmanaged and tangled. His eyes were baggy and red, probably from alchohol.They roamed on her, examining her, from top to bottom, suddenly jumping to the road now and then as if to check if anyone else was coming by.She was looking down at the ground. Never raising her head.

No vehicle seemed to pass by.No one was around. The public bus which was supposed to have arrived half an hour ago (according to the sign) was yetto be seen. The winds were forming small swirls... rasing dust and garbage.

A square piece of paper carried of by the roughing winds hit on him. He picked it. It was a very old PIWG. One of the notices that the government distributes from time to time, to warn the people about criminals, epidemics, or 'other dangers’.

It started to drizzle and darkness blanketted in seconds. Winds made her long skirt fly and flutter, while the droplets were making her shirt cling to her chest. She could sense his every look. Her heart was beating faster every second.

He became weary. It was clear he didn’t want her to catch a look at the paper he was holding. She might guess. He quickly and carefully folded it and put it into his pocket.

He slowly moved. The bag he was carrying seemed to have something long and heavy. He tried and moved it under the shelter of the bus stop and put it on the floor with a 'cling'. Then slowly moved behind her, out of her view.

Her heart beat was at the fastest.She couldn't bear it anymore. She heard his breath behind her, and a twig break, and Boooomm...BOOMMM.... the tiny sound was engulfed by a thunder. Her eyes twitched.

She was motionless. He was lying next to her. Shivering and blood spurting out. She moved slowly, her lust and thirst both satisfied. She was in no hurry. She wiped the blood off her mouth. Letting the rain wash down her bloody hands. Smiled at the lightning. She walked into the darkness.