For starters, this isn’t a Kamal film; it’s one of his usual gimmicks for a preparatory project before one of his magnum opus gets it’s financial dues. But it has glimpses of the Master and that is indicative of his relentless presence in MA.

I have always been critical of his screenplay and provocatively, he is staunch and unorthodox when he is at the helm of affairs to script and envision the dialogues. ‘Manmadhan Ambu’ has his touch crafted in periodic parts of this flick; and that remains it’s inevitable strength to hold the reins together.

He has the plot dimensionally quadruple; the usual choppy lines with courageous sense of humour is pivotal to the existence of all the characters (though nowhere when compared to his earlier gigantic works like ‘Michael Madana Kamarajan’, ‘Sathileelavathi’ and ‘Magalir Mattum’. But the flair is visible and even more explicit is the way Kamal has restrained himself by not sinking in to his own. He keeps reminding all of us that this is KS Ravikumar’s directorial venture, throughout. Indeed, it is. The entire cruise is on a roller coaster ride of entangled human relationships and spurious characters always oblige in such credulous pipelines. MA throws them as entertaining interventions, to say the least.

My favourite scenes are couple of them; the sequences when he is narrating his past with heart wrenching quotations of life and way of living it (including the derailed condition of his best buddy) has our quintessential Kamal in awesome flow. The reverse flashback of getting his dead wife in to the loop was shot impeccably.

The casting was decently etched. Madhavan was impressive, Urvashi played herself and Sangeetha walks away with the chunk of the cake. As a female counterpart of one of the protagonist in the film, she grabs accolades gleefully. Trisha was submissive and probably over awed in the company of the genius. There is nothing called chemistry between Trisha and Kamal in the film; it was evidently meant to be that way. And, honestly, I liked the way they confront each other when the former tries to approach him to divulge the painful truth behind the occurrence of the calamity in his life.

The music and background score are story-centric and revolve around individuals in a implicit fashion; nothing much to talk about it though. The songs as such are forgettable.

MA will once again throw the mantle over to the writing credentials of Kamal; his screenplay was taut but story telling could be a touch better, especially when it is targeted for audiences who are not so adept in understanding his exploits with the pen. An entertainer with something for everybody. And, a touch of interim class from the debonaire Kamal Haasan.

I agree that the innings defeat took the sheen off the humongous achievement of 50 test tons. Wow!! What are we talking about? How could a cricketer who is human ever achieve this milestone?? I am sorry, but did you say 50 test centuries?? Crazy man…!!

Well, that’s exactly would have been the words uttered when you ask a Gavaskar or a Richards or even a Bradman for that matter, to even dream about those elusive figures. But not today.

Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome or rather, let’s worship and put our hands together for the one and only, Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar.

I have and will continue to adore him for what he is; as a player and a human being. I have been his devotee ever since he scored that scorching century in Manchester or the ominous innings in Old Trafford at the tender age of 19. His 155 against the rampaging Aussies, the painfully staggering 136 against a world class attack of Wasim, Waqar and Saqlain, the divine 248 in SCG and the 6 majestic knocks against the potent Proteas are vivid in my mind as I recount the stories of inarguably the most gifted batsman the world of cricket has ever solemnised. Well, I certainly haven’t seen anybody better. I agree, I missed Bradman and Sobers; I have not seen Gavaskar or Boycott either; I even bypassed Barry Richards, Clive Llyod and Vivian Richards. Trust me, I have no regrets. I was probably delayed to have the finest at my disposal.

I have seen Sachin gone past numerous turmoils in his career spanning over a miraculous 21 years; I would probably land myself in the graveyard if I played a sport that long for my below ordinary credentials. But the Master has always exceeded expectations in style. Passion, simplicity and humility have been his hallmarks; tenacity is his watchword and discipline has always been his greatest armoury. I believe, that’s almost, nearly almost, the perfect package for any individual to succeed and accomplish. He is gifted, but talent has to be nurtured and Sachin has never taken his capabilities or success for granted. And for me, that’s what makes him what he is today. A superstar of the nation, a legend of the game and an all time great in the annals of world cricket. Yet, today, he manages to safeguard his cherubic image with an astonishing blend of wavering passion and devotion for his profession, which is contagious to say the least.

I need not state these today when he is on the pinnacle of his game; I found myself aptly placed to write about one of the greatest role models in my life.

As I sign off, I salute him for what he is; not for his achievements but for the way he has accomplished every feat in a fashion of indispensable maturity.