Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Day Light Robbery

Reading in the newspapers about snatch thefts, robbery, rape and murder which seem to occur almost daily in our country...I can't help to think that these are matters which you would think would happen to someone else and not to yourself...until it does happen to you, of course...

My house was broken into last Tuesday. No one was in the house at the time of the incident. I came back from my firm at 7 p.m. on that day and found out that I could not open the door to my house...it seemed to have been locked from inside...I then had to find the keys to the adjacent door...which we hardly use actually, and managed to open the particular door. On reaching inside, I found, true enough, that the door was indeed locked from inside...I didn't see how it could have happen.

At one glance, the living room looked intact...nothing seemed fishy and I still haven't got a clue as to why the door was looked from inside.

I walked to the kitchen and for no particular reasons, turned to glance at the my study room which is located beside the kitchen. To my horror, the ceiling of the room was broken and our ladder was there with debris all around the place. And again in this room too, nothing else was touched. All the things were in its place.

I quickly walked to the other rooms and my fears were confirmed. The two bedooms were in a total mess...my clothes were scattered all around the house...my gold earrings and ringswere gone...my mom's clothes were thrown out of her cupboard too and her cash was gone. It was a sight that I would never forget!

Just this morning, I read the newspaper and there was this news about a guy who murdered a young mother, a 5 year old child and the maid, all for the mere reason of stealing a laptop from the house!

And I was just thinking...Thank God that no one was at my home at the time of the robbery...cash and jeweleries can be replaced but not lives! And to think that there are some insane people out here who don't even know the value of a person's life...that's depressing.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day to all the great mothers out there! And this post is a tribute to my mom, who happens to be more complicated than I am or ever will be...

Roses, chocolates, gifts, delightful lunch and dinners to mothers would all be a norm on this day. As for myself, I lazed around the house and watched all the Mother's Day programmes on tv in addition to doing my laundry, shopping, cleaning, etc. My mom left to my grandparent's place on Saturday...again without informing anyone. Yeah, there's something weird going on at my place.

My mother doesn't talk to me...she hasn't been for the past two months, actually. And I have no clue as to why she behaves in that way. I tried talking to her, asking her questions, but all I get is a brusque reply, or a stare. If it was done by someone else, it wouldn't have taken me a few seconds to give a remark, cynical and sarcastic enough to leave the person with a gaping mouth . But when it's done by your own mother, you just have to bear with it, I guess. So much so, that after a while, I stopped trying to communicate with her...I thought she would cool down or come to her senses but to avail. She goes about the house pretending that I don't exist.

So, on Mother's Day I thought of putting a stop to all these. I bought her a dress which caused me a hefty amount and thought of presenting it to her. Little did I know that she went to my grandmother's place a day before and stayed the night over there.

So I waited for her to be back the next day, that is the Mother's Day. She came back about 8 p.m. with a permanent scowl planted on her face. I wished her Happy Mother's Day and gave her the gift I got her. She looked at me, and said, "Why are you giving me? I don't want it." Off she wents to her room, leaving me in the living room with the gift in my hand and a gaping mouth. So much for trying out my luck.

Happy Mother's Day anyway...

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Detained

I was at the court today when I received news that five lawyers were detained for representing 14 other detainees in the police station. And one of them was my former colleague! My God! I was dumbstruck!

How can the police detain lawyers who are there to render assistance for the detainees? Is this what you call freedom for all? Why is it that every single words/criticisms uttered against the government is looked upon as a crime? Does freedom of speech really exist in this country?

I'm frustrated with the government, totally frustrated! Agreed that we are not having political crisis as in Sri Lanka or Thailand...agreed that we don't have racial riots as in India...agreed that we don't need to live in fear as in South Africa...but is that all that we need in life? Don't we need the freedom to choose our leaders? Don't we need the be given the right to criticise the government which we elect? Don't we have the rights to protest if the government is doing what is clearly wrong? Are we too naive and ignorant to waive these rights?

Uyire


Ok, by now, everyone would now that I'm fanatic of Maniratnam's movie. I love his films, in fact, I could go on watching his films over and over again....at times even lingering over a particular scene just to watch the finest details of his work. He's magnificient! Just amazing...but then, that's my opinion.

Recently my friends and I went to the local DVD shop looking for the latest Indian movies out in retail...we didn't find anything interesting, but then I came across Maniratnam's Uyire (originally made in Hindi as "Dilse"). I remembered purchasing it many years back, when the movie was still the talk of the town...so my guess was, it must lying somewhere in my room.

True enough, I found it in my wardrobe the very next day...I don't know why, I just had the urge to watch it again, and so I did!

I still remember that when uyire was first released, everyone was letting out their frustration and disappointment at how bad Mani's first Hindi venture turned out to be, and that the movie was too depressing and there's no story, blah, blah, blah...

I don't know why but I liked it and now, after having the opportunity of watching it after many years, I found that I not only like it, I LOVED it! Yeah, so I'm different, maybe complex even.

I don't know where to start on Uyire actually...whether it's the direction, camera-work, editing, dialogues, acting or music...everything and everything spelt CLASS in capital.

The story is very simple actually. It's a journey of a man in love...what he goes through and what he endures to get the woman he loves...a classic love story having a political element as its backdrop.

It's a story of a young reporter (Amarkanth Varma) at All India Radio who meets a young woman at the railway station. He falls for her beauty and tries to gather a conversation with her but to no avail...the girl tells him to get her a cup of tea and while he's gone to do so, she alights on the next train available and leaves. Amar has no clue who she is or where she's off to and could only watch in despair as the trains leaves him behind....

Amar arrives at the Radio station and goes about doing his job when out of the blue, the girl appears before him again. Amar, not wanting to let go of this opportunity, tries to talk to her and again she scoffs at him and leaves the place.

Then the chase began...Amar sees her at different places and at different situations...she is mysterious but at times she seems to reciprocate to his feelings too, and he...well he seems determined to get her...to the extent of asking her to marry him, eventhough he has no clue of who she is. The only fact about her that he knows, but of which authencity he could never verify, is her name...Meghna.

However, Amar's journey in love with Meghna comes to an abrupt end when she disappears one day never to come back again, or so he thought.

He leaves the place to his hometown as a changed man...with a broken heart.

His mom aranges for him to get married to a bubbly girl (Preethi) and though he's reluctant to the marriage, at one point he relents and agrees to get married to Preethi.It was during his engagement that another shock awaits him...the mysterious girl, Meghna, arrives at his doorstep, looking for him! And on top of that, she wants a place to stay and a job at the radio station where he works...Amar is now in a dilemma...at one side he's about to get engaged to the girl of his family's choice, and at the other point is the woman of his heart but whose identity remains a mystery...and what he does? He goes on with the engagement and at the same time gives Meghna a shelter under his roof and a job at the radio station.
Amar seems less excited with his impending marriage to Preeti and more frantic to know the real reason of Meghna's disappearance and her sudden arrival...and the more he finds out about her, the harder the truth shocks him. Amar's shock is not shared by the audience though. The audience knew that Meghna was a member of the suicide bombers at the interval itself. But the reason why she turned to be one, is only told much later.

It is here that Maniratnam brings us to the other part of the world, which is full of terror and cruelty...Mani shows how the war brings the worst out of humans, how a young girl is raped and the trauma she goes through and of which she never gets over with, how children became the victims in the war-stricken state and eventually how these same children are recruited to become terrorists and fight for the separation of their land from India.Amar empathises with Meghna's situation but he also understands that turning into a terrorist or a suicide bomber for that matter is not going to change anything. He pleads with her to leave everything behind and to start a new life with him...afresh, but she refuses...

Meghna proceeds with her plans to become a suicide bomber in a procession...the authorities finds out about Meghna's true identity and they chase after Amar, believing that the latter has a part in Meghna's plans...Meghna's allies finds out about Amar and chases him as well...Amar runs for his life, runs for the life of his lover, frantically finding for ways to save Meghna...

In the climax scene, Amar finally gets hold of Meghna who's paving her way to the procession...It was the last day of her life. He pleads with her for the last time to abandon her plans, but Meghna's mind is made up...It was at that point that he decides to die for her...with her. Amar pulls her towards him and begs her to take him with her...He knew that he has reached the point of no return and that sacrificing his own life for the woman he loves is the only way to prove of his depth of love towards her.They hug each other for the last time and even at that point he keeps asking her if she ever loved him...and tears was her only answer. The next second the bomb blasts and the two dies together...for love...perhaps.

The movie was realistic and poetic all at the same time. I thought Shah Rukh was mind-blowing. After watching all his pathethic roles in Duplicate, Dil To Pagal Hai, Kuch Kuch Hota Hai etc., this film is a proof that Shah Rukh is a born actor, if given a chance...He's amazingly energetic, surprisingly funny and violently emotional...I loved the scene between Amar and Meghna, the night before the latter's disappearance...and the way his expressions changes when he tells about his likes and dislikes in her, is magical.

And the scene in the climax, when he begs her to tell him that she loves him is lovely...you can feel his disappointment, his frustration and his longing...

Preity Zinta in her debut film is truly lively. She's like a livewire...chattering and giggling...she brings the laughter and light to the eyes of the audience...my favourite scenes featuring her...the scene in the bus when she ask him to say a lie about her, and her introduction scene, at the balcony where she talks about her former boyfriend.But all said and done...the movie truly belongs to Manisha...I loved her in Bombay, but here, as the mysterious Meghna...she's just amazing. The hurtful glances, the anger that she bottles up in herself...she's amazing. She does not have much dialogues in the movie but her expressions says a lot about her...The scene where she goes hysterical and could not move her jaws was just priceless...you just have to watch it to know how great an actress she is.Since the movie was originally made in Hindi, dubbing played a major role in the Tamil version. Arvindswamy dubbed for Shah Rukh's character and my, what a dubbing! I don't think he would have dubbed so well even for himself in any films. Here, his voice (though quite ill-suited for SRK) plays a huge role...the time when Amar talks at the radio station...even the finest sounds which Arvind gave were so fantastic! And the time he's being chased by Meghna's allies towards the climax scene...the way he keeps hitting himself and telling himself not to sleep...boy... Arvind's voice modulation was too good.

I'm not sure who gave voice for Manisha though...some said it's Suhashini, some said it's Anu Hassan...whoever it was, the voice gelled well with Meghna's character. It was definitely a full contrast to Arvindswamy's loud and spontaneous voice.

About the music....I have no words... A.R.Rahman's best work...even to date! From the fast and pacy Thaiya Thaiya...to the mesmerising Kannire Kannire...to the soulful En Uyire En Uyire...the heart-wrecking Ponggatrile...and to the beautifully naughty Nenjinile...each and every song will keep you asking for more.

My favourite is definitely En Uyire...the lyrics sums up the whole movie actually...it talks wholly on the journey of Amar's love for Meghna...and when the last verse is played in the final scene..."Inthe kadhalil maranamthan ezhu neelai, ithu illai endral athu deiviga kadhal illai, udel maraikinda kadhal maraipathillai" (The love's seventh stage is death, and if death don't do us apart, then it's not a true love in itself, the body may vanish but true love will never cease to exist)...you just know at that point that Amar's love is finally fulfilled.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Til death do us apart...

I was feeling a little down the whole of today. And the fact that I was just about to regain my health after two weeks of fever, cold and cough has nothing to do with it.

I was actually at the Marriage Registration Department today to obtain certain documents pertaining to my client's annulment and the amount of people queing up and waiting there to get married just amazed me.

Couples and families of different religion and races were scattered all around the department waiting patiently for their names to be called for the registration. There was even a couple who decided to get married at the department but failed to do so as the bride's passport (yeah, she's a foreigner) had expired and the registrar needed them to renew it before their marriage takes place. The poor groom was trying his best to exhaust all means in order to get married today, but all his pleas went to deaf ears.

And amidst all the chaos, laughs and happiness all around, I couldn't help thinking if the happiness would last for a lifetime or if it's just a moment spark as it most often happens.

Don't get me wrong, I believe in the sanctity of marriage. I have immense respect on couples who stick together in both happiness and hardships...but at times I feel that people tend to be more excited at marriage than at being married itself.

My sister recently announced that she wants to get hitched to a long-time boyfriend come June this year. Plus, a colleague of mine invited me to her sudden engagement last week and informed that she would be getting married this July.

I have this great itch of asking my sister if the man is right for him? I mean, I know her boyfriend for many years now, but I couldn't have spoken to him more than 10 words in all these years put together. Not that I haven't tried to but it's just so difficult to put up an intelligent talk with him. So, you can't really blame me when I wonder what my sister would have been talking to him all these while. Plus, my sister is a hot-tempered person and I've seen her shouting her head off at him...that too in front of others...Geez! Is that the amount of respect you have on someone who's going to be your life partner? I mean, I would lose my self-respect if I end up with a person who keeps shouting at me in front of a third person.

Then there was this colleague of mine. She fell in love with someone, but it didn't work out. As she was nursing her broken heart, her parents arranged for her to get married to someone else...who happens to be many years her senior...And on top of all that, this girl went along with everything her parents said and at the same time, hating her would-be to death. Why would anyone want to go on with a marriage that they are not interested in the first place?

Does marriage serves as an escape route whenever a person faces a failure in life? Or is marriage a license to dominate the other partner indefinitely?

I always thought marriage is something wonderful, something sacred and pure. Deciding to share your life with another person because you want to and not because you have to...confused? See, as a human, you can never decide on what sort of parents you want, or your siblings, grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, etc. If you have bad parents and relatives, well....that's your karma then. You can't really do much about it, you have to live with it.

But you alone can decide on your life partner. He's the person you've going to spend the rest of your life with...you have to see his face everyday, talk to him, cry with him, laugh with him, and literally live with him...and all because you want to...no one can actually force you to get married...there's no duress here...you make the choice and live with it. So why do people opt to get divorced or annulment after marriage?
Because you just realized that the man is not the right person for you?
Because you can't go on living a lie?
Because marriage is such an eye-opener that you realized that you are better off without it? or
Because good marriages are like dinosaurs...they don't exist?

To me, marriage is a commitment...not to be broken. You don't make commitments easily, but once made, don't ever break it.

But what really triggers couples to retract on their commitments? Misunderstandings? Lack of respect for one another? Why these changes? The world changes, so people are likely to change too...but why is there a change in one's attitude? One's character? One's personality? Why is it that a person who once looked upon you with so much of love and care, has only anguish and hatred in his/her eyes now? Has the world really changed like one claims or have we just not taken some time out to think before making vital decisions pertaining to marriage?

Why should there be a break in a link to the commitment? Why do your spouse who loves talking to you day and night during courting period, hates the very sound of your voice after marriage? Where has all the eagerness of waiting to see your loved one's face gone? How did two people who talked about anything and everything under the sun at one point of time, has nothing more than two words to say now?

This more or less makes me think that people are looking upon marriage just as another happy occasion; a ceremony to be celebrated with family and friends...but marriage is more than that...I never thought highly of people who get married is an extravaganza style...marriage, according to me is an union of two people and to a larger extent, their families. It should be joyful, divine, personal, and at the same time, meaningful to the extent of not losing even an inch of the significance of marriages in the first place. It need not be grand and luxurious...what purpose does a grand ceremony serves really, when two people have decided in their heart to share their life together? Marriage is that...marriage is uniting these two, unknown strangers to lead a life together, the feeling of sharing and caring for a person who is not related to you by blood...that someone who will be there for you because he/she wants to... to know that there's a person in this world, who is no way obligated to you, nevertheless willing to risk his/her whole life for you, who's willing to throw the whole world behind him/her, if that is the only way to be with you...I know, I'm being filmy...but that's what you should feel about your spouse...that's what families are about, isn't it? Wouldn't our parents have done everything under the sun to help us in times of trouble? Wouldn't grandparents compromise their granchildren's taste and style of life even if it's totally contrary to what they believe? Wouldn't children have rushed to their parents the moment they hear a bad news about the latter? That is life...caring and loving each other...and compromises...I still would have let my grandmother to watch her Tamil soap operas, knowing very well that the tempting Lipstick Jungle is playing on Star World at the same time...my sister would have let me have the last piece of the chocolate cake even though she might have crave for it herself...or taking mom for her grocery shopping, even if that's the last thing you wanna do in your life...

So when these care, these love and these compromises can be made for your family members, why not do the same for your spouse? Why should there be a barrier by the name of ego in between of the two? Why should life with your spouse be any different than that with your immediate family members?

Life is not complicated, actually. Nor is it complexed...We are the ones who are making it complicated. Take a stroll in the park and see where you've misplaced the missing puzzle in your life all these while...it is never too late to go back to rectify our mistakes...the only problem lies is when we refuse to take the attempt to do so...

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Beauty in things exists merely in the mind which contemplates them

I received an e-mail from a good friend lately. He sent me a photograph of A.R.Rahman and an elderly man with the caption asking..."Recognise the guy beside ARR?" And absent-mindedly I shook my head.

A closer look at the picture revealed the person as Arvindswamy. Oh God! Is he the same man who flickered the heart of the women in 90's? I mean, I remember when Thalapathy was released in 1991 and my 17 years old sister was to sit for her public exmas that year. Instead of scurrying to the library in preparation for the exams, she and her friends were busy gushing about Arvindswamy, the latest sensation to hit the Tamil cinema!

Arvindswamy with A.R.Rahman

And when Roja was released the following year, even my aunt who's married with three kids was yearning for him! In fact, if I were to ask any women back then as to whom their dream guy would be, I'd bet that 9 out of 10 of them would say Arvindswamy. He sure was a dream boy back then!

To tell the truth, Arvindswamy has never excited me as an actor. In fact, having watched Roja lately, I've notived how awkward he was at some scenes (especially in song sequences) in comparison to Madhubala who was a bundle of joy to watch at!


No doubt that he has acted in a string of wonderful films, but acting wise, I find that he was at his best in only 2 films, Bombay and Marupadiyum...I thought he was fabulous in Bombay, even though I admit that Manisha is the show-stealer in the movie.

And Marupadiyum was a delight to watch, all thanks to Arvind's screen presence. I loved the scene when he proposes to Revathi in the temple, carefully threading his words hoping that she might say yes to him...and the climax scene when Revathi tells him that she has to go away from him in order to stand on her own feet. Then she asks him if he could understand her disposition, and even with the pain flickering in his eyes, he would smile and tells her that he understands her. That was classic.

How I wish that that Arvind-actor would return again. The one who would effortlessly put a smile on your face. The one who tells Madhubala "Sorry, S-O-R-R-Y...naan rombe mosemanevan illai, konjem nalavan than" (I'm not bad...I'm actually a nice person too). Thinking about the scene now, I could understand why women wanted to have a husband like him.

Arvindswamy with Madhubala in his first leading role in Roja

In fact, when I showed Arvind's latest picture to my sister (yeah, the same one who was gushing about him 18 years back), she just told me one thing..."I never knew what I saw in him". But, isn't that vindictive? Probably he was just worked up...He could have been so busy with his work that he neglected to look after himself...or probably he was just facing too much of problems in his life...his wife just divorced him and both are battling for the custody of the kids.

But whatever said and done, he is still Arvindswamy. He may look like a 50 years old man now (I know for the fact that he have not even reached 40!) with the mole above his right eyebrow being the only identifiable element in him, but does everything change when looks are gone? I mean, Michael Jackson looks pathethic today but I still think of him as the man who gave the fabulous Thriller and the amazing moonwalk dance.

So has Arvindswamy became a different person simply because he gain weight and lost his hair? I bet that if Roja or Bombay or Marupadiyum is shown in tv today, people would still be glued to them, gushing about him, wishing to get a husband like him...and yeah...they might add a little prayer to the wishes too...please don't let him be fat and bald later on;)

What is in the name?

I was browsing through the net today and came across the news of Maniratnam's much awaited Ravan...apparently the bilingual movie, is titled Ashokavanam in Tamil. Nevertheless, till date there has been no confirmation on the Tamil title as another movie have been registered with the same name too...

A few months back, (or has it been years...I can't remember) a similiar problem occur with two other films with similar titles whereby the directors and producers of the films were fighting down their throats to get the particular title for their movie.

What's in the name, if I may ask? Would Ashokavanam have gained lesser popularity if it was named otherwise? A Maniratnam film is always a Maniratnam's film, no matter what it's name is. I would have watched Ashokavanam or Ravanan or whatever it's name would be with the same amount of enthusiasm.

But then, probably Maniratnam thought that Ashokavanam has a more poetic feel rather than Ravan/Ravana/Ravanan, as it would be. After all, this is the same person who gave Yuva (literally means "youth") in Hindi and rebrand the same story with a momentous title in Tamil. The movie was named Ayithe Ezhuthu.

In fact, Maniratnam's fascination with Tamil titles can be traced to as far as his earlier days as Director. Almost all his films carry a significant title, and at times you are left to ponder the true meaning of them...long after the film is over.

One of his earlier films "Pagal Nilavu" has one such title. Literally it means "daylight moon". And please, give me a break...I don't know the true meaning of it til today. But then I can be excused for this is one film of Maniratnam's which I have yet to watch. In fact, my well-wishers have told me to keep away from this film, for the simple reason that I might even refute the fact that this is indeed a film directed by Maniratnam himself.

Then again, Mani was also amazing enough to give "Agni Natchathiram", a story of two step-brothers who hate each other's guts. The amount of "fire" glowing from both the heroes throughout the movie was amazing! Viewers might have remebered Vasanth making a similar story of the above in Neruke Ner, but sadly the latter did not manage to ignite the audience as Agni Natchathiram did.

And who can forget the mesmerising Mouna Ragam (Silent Symphony)? I was only 4 when this movie was released and back then I could remember nothing except that the movie had great BGM score and amazingly beautiful songs...and Mohan was the pimpled-face man, according to me.
But years later, when I got the oppurtunity to watch it again, I realized that Mani was one director who's able to think and do things years ahead of others. The title in fact has nothing to do with the story, and has everything to do with the story. And Ilayaraja's music, especially the BGM were nothing short of a masterpiece! The music played on the piano (during the Karthik-Revathy scenes) will take anyone's breath away...and that's Mouna Ragam to you.


Idhayathai Thirudathey is another one of my favourite. It means "Don't steal my heart". The movie was initially named Geethanjali in Telugu and was dubbed in Tamil. Mani could have maintained the same name in Tamil as it was the heroine's name in the movie but somehow I felt that Idhayathai Thirudathey suited just right for the movie and gave a more poetic touch to it. This movie again has fabulous songs (listening to "Oh Priya Priya" still gives me goosebumps today) and phenomenal BGM. The score during the title credits (the soothing alaap followed by the chorus with "I love you, I love you,") still lingers in my mind!

Idhayathai Thirudathey

Of course, Mani's film have their share of curt and brusque titles as well...Nayakan, Thalapathy, Anjali, Roja, Bombay, Guru...to name a few. But one thing is for sure, no matter of the length of the title, they do mean a lot to his films...so yeah, maybe there is something in the name:)

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Magical realism

I love movies, especially one which depicts human relations. Probably cos' it's a complex subject to begin with, human relationships that is.


Tamil films have graced my entire life...so you may guess why i adore watching movies on human relationships...you cannot separate tamil movies from human relationships. Each and every tamil film would revolve on this subject in one way or another. And me? Well, I'm not complaining.



I recently got the oppurtunity to watch Vaaranam Ayiram and Abhiyum Naanum. I loved them! The followings are my review on both these movies. For the records, I'm only commenting on the movie and the acting and there would be no comments on the music score of both these films.


Let me begin with Abhiyum Naanum. The movie starts off with a middle-age man going for his morning walks and the beauty of Ooty is depicted to its best as the man walks along the hills and park.



The man was Prakash Raj, needless to say. He meets a young father (Prithviraj) in a park and both gets into a conversation. Prakash starts talking about his life with his daughter and how each and every move of his is reflected around his daughter.



To cut a long story short, the movie talks about the love and relationship of a father and daughter. We see the father's love, his fears, his anxiety, his longings, his happiness and sadness on every frame of the film. I loved it.



Acting wise, Prakash is a dear to watch. So maybe he went aboard at times but he's a father as a father can be. In a particular scene, the daughter tells him "I know what I'm doing," and at that point, you could actually watch a slight sting on his face. And when she tells him the same words years later, he retorts, "Yes, you've told me this exact words years ago".


I could feel the depth of his words. The pain has not subside after all these years.



Trisha, Prakashraj and Aishwarya in Abhiyum Naanum



That's love, I guess. You want your kids to be independent nevertheless, you're afraid to let go of their hands. You want the kids to make mistake and learn from it, nevertheless, you're afraid of the hurt and pain they would suffer in the process. As a parent you wouldn't want them to go through that but reality has to sink in at some point of time.


Trisha plays the daughter in this movie, but for the life of me, I don't know why she cannot act. I remember reading an interview of hers in which she says that she hardly gets good roles to act in Tamil films. Well, my dear, you got a wonderful role here and you washed it down the drains.


She wasn't bad, actually. She was bearable, but then you cannot help thinking that an Asin or a Sandhya or even Parvathy (of Poo fame) would have done greater justice to this same role. I mean, her character is supposed to be one who is very clear of what she wants in her life. She's very confident of herself but somewhere down the line, she grows helpless and fails to understand her father's problems and why he is bent on protecting her. And you need to potray all these without saying a word. And Trisha? Well, Trisha was just there in the film. Period. Even Prithviraj who came in a cameo role stayed longer in my mind than Trisha had!


But the surprise package was Aishwarya, the mother. How i wished my mom was that cool. Aishwarya was definitely THE MOM everyone can relate too. She was loving, strict at times, giving in when she should and letting go when she has to. And for all the composed and cool attitude she had during the entire wedding of her daughter, you can't help but smile when you see her tears the moment her daughter leaves the airport. That's MOM, in capital and bold letters. And the father? You would have expected him to cry at that particular scene, but then, he would have a big grin on his face and you at that point you would know that he has finally and willingly let the daughter to move on with her life. Amazing movie:)

If Abhiyum Naanum is fantastic, Vaaranam Aayiram was phenomenal!

I got to make a confession. I like Surya...no, no, I don't love him or have a crush on him like millions of others do, but I like him. He's cute and very cool!

VA revolves around the same relationship as AN. That of a father and child. Only here, it's the father-son relationship we get to watch. I got to admit, this sort of relationships has been previously explored in Thavamai Thavamirunthu, but TT was too depressing for me. VA has the right balance of happiness and sorrow in it. It was classy and you would want to watch it all over again.


Surya plays both the roles of the father and son. Well, I'm not one who adore double action roles. Thinking of Sarath Kumar and Vijayakanth in the numerous double action roles they've done before make me cringe, actually! Ajith's double stint in Vaalee was an exception (I loved him in it!) but Citizen and Godfather or Varalaru or whatever-name-they-call-it-now was just plain pathetic!



Anyway, back to VA...Surya was a delight to watch in both the roles and he was fantastic in distinguishing the role of the father and son, so much so, you would feel like watching two different actors in the roles.



I loved the father Surya, he's not as loud or spontaneous like Prakash raj in AN but more of a mellowed, calm father. And Surya was amazing in every movement. The pat on the son's back ,or when he tells his son to do what his heart desires (when the latter expresses his desire to join the army)...or the glance at the son's face who was beaten up by bullies and telling the son to defend himself ("Why are you going to gym everyday?" or something like that, he would ask) were all just classic to watch.


When this movie was released, Suhashini Maniratnam commented on the father's character in her show. She was noted to have felt as if she was watching Sivakumar, instead of Surya during the father's scenes. I beg to differ.


I like Sivakumar, but during those scenes, Surya's mannerisms were more similar to Raghuvaran's than Sivakumar's. Surya was classy and he has the toned-down sense of humour that I've seen very often in Raghuvaran.


The son Surya was a different story altogether. We get to see him transform from the 16 years old insecured boy, who would do the mock fight in front of the bathroom mirror, to the tough army officer. Man, was he amazing! When Diya tells him that he looks like a million bucks, I could do nothing except nod approvingly.


I mean, for a long time, tamil heroes have restraint themselves from acting in negative roles, fearing that it might "spoil" their image. And here we have an actor who would go go all the way to break the barriers that others have set. Throughout the movie, you see him more as an actor than a hero, he's an average student, he drinks, he smokes pots, he cries like a baby to his father, he looks horribly sick in the scenes in Kashmir, he does practically everything that a star would not. That shows the confidence he has on his talent. And what a talent! He's superb!


Simran was fabulous, especially during the climax where she cries silently, watching the son kissing his late father's forehead. She's potrays a very dignified and dependable mother, someone whom you know would have the answers to all your queries and troubles. She looks kinda old to play the college girl role during the flasback scenes but she's beautiful all the same.


Sameera reddy played her role to the T. She looks believable as the top student she potrays. Her style, and height helps in giving the added charm to her character.


Diya was a let-down though. I kinda liked her in Pollathavan and the other Shaam's movie where she plays the negative role (can't remember the name of the movie). But here, her role was somewhat one-sided. She loves Surya, have liked him since she was young. She proposes, he rejects, she proposes again, he accepts and they get married and have a son. That's it. Her role lacks the "oomph" that the other characters bring out charmingly. Plus, her tamil diction is awful. But the movie is more about Surya than Diya so you may as well forgive her there.


In total, I'm not able to say which film I like better, AN or VA. I'm not judging either. I love them both, in a different manner altogether. After all, they are about us. I see a lot of myself in Abhi, and I could see myself in Surya too! What do I say? I love human relations:)

P.S: I know that these movies were released some time back, but i just got the chance to watch them. Hence, I thought of writing my thoughts about these wonderful films. Cheers!