When does a person blackmail another person?
When he realises that he is being screwed upright behind his back and still expected to believe that things are hunky dory between the mundane episodes of life.
Well, that’s exactly the plot here. What you are bracing for is an entertaining series of encounters and the fetish yet evil face of human adversity. One follows another, a vicious circle develops and ends up destroying each of their lives. Well, you can argue if they ever had one.
Madhu grew up in a land of priests and religious fanaticism. Not surprisingly, his thought process was quite inclined towards his Father’s during his younger days. But as days went by and he grew older, time and education taught him a wider aspect of his faltering childhood.
Close to his mother but in awe of his father. Madhu’s situation was quite disturbing and precarious. But he was a kind, noble and compassionate person. Perhaps, his roots have him given him the foundation he needed.
Madhu does see himself as the son of the Patriarch but doesn’t essentially see him in his Father’s shoes. In fact, Literature fascinates Madhu ever since his school days and now as he confronts his end-of-school days, he is quite convinced not to pursue his Father’s legacy against his unsurpassable wish to get his degree in Literature.
Madhu’s inclination towards Literature comes from his Mother. A school teacher in Banaras Christian Community School before she got married, Madhu’s mother was also adept in writing short stories for few small publications in the town. Yes, she quit long back but Madhu has inherited his mother’s talent.
He plans to inform his father about his plans though he is equally crumbled under fear to talk about his proposition with his Father. On the other hand, his mother is on his side and encourages him to do what he wants.
I have not watched a musical for a long time now. They don’t make classic musicals any more.
But ‘சர்வம் தாளமயம்’ bought back poignant moments in a musical journey which stands out as simple, light hearted and make-you-feel-good drama with an outstanding soundtrack, which in many ways describes A R Rahman – The Master Composer.
Carnatic Music with a blend of vocal magic and art of percussion instruments. I love the semblance of anything which is connected to our roots, and this is just so apt.
Thank you Rajiv Menon, for giving us a glimpse of the ‘Mozart of Madras’, just like old days.
Another boring crusade in to a world of torrid monotony and mindless terrain.
Superstar, the Actor in you escaped years back but watching you in such run-of-the-mill scripts makes it even more painful.
I will wait for the classic that is due for eternity now.
Light, tender and emotional.
From a motivation per se, this might do a thing or two to your dwindling prospects.
But this thread is not strong enough to infiltrate the heinous needles of this industry.
Watch it if this is your get-away weekend to find solace.
A land of spiritual resurgence. We need messiahs, someone who can turn this world upside down, in the right way. Not a torch bearer, but we need tools for sustenance.
Madhuprayan George Roy was born in Banaras, India to a Hindu Father and Catholic Mother. His father belonged to an ancestral Priest family and one of the oldest patriarch in the city of Banaras. Not surprisingly, an orthodox family with strong spiritual roots and a legacy that takes you back to 18th century, Madhu (as he was fondly called by his parents and friends), had a conventional and often, difficult childhood.
Being bought up in a situation of ‘Priesthood’ isn’t easy. His father was a staunch, god fearing priest in one of the oldest temples in Banaras. Quote obviously and inevitable, hugely respected across the religious circles, in and around Banaras. This made things even more difficult for Madhu. He was scared to talk to his father.
Madhu’s father was a good man but his approach towards his son was whimsical. He was a responsible father but not a doting one. His position in the town made him almost invincible to others and untenable to his son. This was not going down very well with Madhu.
His mother, though equally conventional and a devoted Catholic, was a compassionate and caring mother to Madhu. Madhu was very close to her and the fact that his parents got married in a twist of fate also meant that he was more emotionally inclined to his mother than his father. His mother understood Madhu’s dilemma but was equally intimidated by her husband’s position in the realms of Banaras. She was not scared of her influential husband but had her own reasons to adopt submission.
‘Bird Box’ stormed Netflix when it hit the streaming giant a month ago.
I am still wondering why. An alien power that powers suicidal and psychotic behaviour to literally end a civilization that’s busy being normal people who are going to work, have families and where women get pregnant. But, what’s the point?
I am okay when lines like ‘apocalypse’ and ‘end of the world’ are doing the rounds. But invisibility does not garner as much credibility as much as something which is more scientifically debated and consumed.
But never mind. Sandra Bullock, welcome back!
If ‘Narcos’ had not happened to me, I would have rendered kind words for ‘Loving Pablo’. ‘Narcos’ was such a stunning and provocative account of the (de)famed Drug Lord that everything else pales in comparison. And, so does this film.
Sorry, Javier and Penelope. I love you guys, but you picked up a stalemate this time. Pablo Escobar became history twice – once when he died and second time around, when ‘Narcos’ was unleashed.
Can’t love him more, hate him enough!
Alone, defiant and invincible. Not for money but for principles.
Can you? Don’t think, just watch.
He was not just a revolutionary, he was a visionary and an exemplary leader who was an epitome of courage and resilience. His contribution to history was much beyond our road to Independence and the adversity of being caught in a web of political dominance that saw his ultimate oblivion in a disgraceful fashion.
He remains, a ‘Cultural Icon of his Times’ and a ’National Hero’, who paved the way for leadership and audacity.
Happy Birthday, Netaji!