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Wednesday, July 20, 2011

To Thalaivar - from the heart, A Commixture of Thoughts.

Thalaivaa ( My leader),

There would have been absolutely no necessity for me to write this letter/blogpost if not for a request from a friend of mine. The reason is simple. Whatever be the content of this post, is not going to have an iota of effect on the love we admirers have towards you, nor is it going to change the mutual perception. It is like the relationship, between a dad and a son-and at some cases it has surpassed that. The entire manner in which how 'male' film actors (heroes) are adored and literally worshiped by the fans seems too stupid, contrived to the rest of the world and they even consider it barbaric-and even at times, accuse the heroes of  not responding or turning a blind sight to it, and at times, it is the reality. Hardly have I, in my 21 years of material growth and 13 years of cerebral improvement, witnessed a celebrity calling off such a practice, which now has reached the apex that special shows have been dedicated by T.V. channels. Yes, there have been instances when the heroes have requested not to do any kind of antics that make onlookers walk agape, but reality is still the same.

Yes sir, You did not ask us to do it, yet we show the love, that is pure and unadulterated. The recent incident when you returned back after a treatment in Singapore for 30 days- giving us a reason to go to temples, which I am pretty sure, would not have even been in our itinerary, if not for the ordeal you went through- giving  us fans the nightmares. The people who gathered there, were beaten and did get injured. The sight of you walking briskly from the door towards the car, which they saw in reality is the cure for them. The enthusiasm never ceases. But your silence on such happenings, sudden disappearances sojourns towards recluse makes the mind at times, think if at all you do care. On the other hand, the video released exclusively for the fans cleared me of all such qualms and doubts and reaffirmed the fact that you are indeed several notches above anyone who has come, who will venture into cinema.

Given the time I was born (1990) and in my life time until now, only a dozen films of yours have hit the screen. We grew up watching those cult, rich in style, superhumanesque, power packed,mind-blowing stuffs from you. Yes, we were too young to understand the metamorphosis of cinema and Rajinikanth- as the person and the actor. The majority of the active(those performing milk abhishekams, camphor aarathi etc.) fans are those who came into existence after the birth of Rajinikanth - the heroism rich actor who gives the audience plenty to whistle and dialogues which if the fans don't memorize and say verbatim, within a minute of hearing it, is not fit to be a fan. But are these people the only fans or the true fans!? surely not. I can assure you that.

The fact that the number of movies released of yours in the past two decades is around 8% of your total filmography, did not prevent us to see and accept the superficial self, but also to dig deep into history and understand the true Rajinikanth. Believe me, though we accept and admire all works, we prefer those stellar portrayals in the 80s. It was a shame that constraint in technology usage, prevented from certain movies reaching heights that they ought to have. Seeing your movies and the nuances, subtlety in action made us realize the difference between acting and over acting. There surely was more than falling down when running, or  bumping against a person who is few meters away from you carrying a luggage. Netrikkan and Nallavanukku Nallavan are gems in their own way depicting how a womanizer-like dad and a conventional  father should be. You were hardly 40, and Padayappa was a tonne of TNT.
You are the most popular Indian film actor of this era. Your popularity has been attributed to the uniquely styled dialogues, as well as the political statements and philanthropy ; plus from your larger-than-life super-hero appearance in many films, supported by gravity-defying stunts and charismatic expressions, all while attempting to maintain modesty in real-life. Almost every film of yours has punchlines delivered in a style of your own, and these punchlines often have a message or even to warn the film's antagonists. These dialogues do not fail to create a sense of entertainment amongst us.

But the knock of reality makes people compromise and you being a special son of the creator, are no exception. Film making is a business, and you are an important core-entity. We still are amazed when seeing a Bhairavi, Kazhugu,Mullum Malarum, Naan Vaazha vaippen,or Baadhsa,Padayappa, Shivaji. Whenever a scene, or an act- that we would have seen a million times before- appears in front of us, the sheer joy or ecstasy does not reduce even a wee bit when seeing it the 100001st time.Sri Raghavendra is my personal favourite. Since Endhiran has been talked so much, I prefer to not talk about that, as the name itself makes one's eyes pop out and gives goosebumps. Chitti version 2.0- ( *Bows*)

Though not directly or through official sources, we have heard and come across stories of your past and the travesties associated with it. We care about it as much as we care about the result of Zimbabwe vs Afghanistan cricket match. What matters is how you are and what defines you. Unpretentiousness, humility, humbleness, modesty - qualities so infectious and reaches us fast than when advised verbose. 
What you do now defines you. Its Rajinikanth that has made you what you are, rather than the Shivaji Rao that you connect with on a personal level. I do not want you to enter politics, the time has passed and state of affairs is beyond repair. I don't want you as a politician. Surely not. Our desires are more practical and simple in nature. Just like you each and everyone of us have various habits, faiths, jobs, characters etc. but the common line that connects us on an ethereal level, beyond ethnic or religious constraints is you. Your name is magic, and the energy is contagious and so is the positivity.  All we request is you to enthrall us, acting and giving us Diwali as and when possible. If you do decide to quit acting, please don't return to your recluse sate. Become a producer, a screen writer etc. anything which gives us the limitless happiness of seeing your name on the screen. I Just want to say - there is more left for you Thalaivaa, to return back to this field for what it has given you- a life. Our life.- "Rajinikanth"- the term is the magic as well as the magician, a religion in its own way. A billion thanks.


Your humble fan.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Delhi Belly - One of a kind.

If at all there can be a tagline for a movie, that is proximate to the movie's content, it is Delhi Belly. "Shit Happens" and how! Delhi Belly is by far India's most daring, brassy, blasphemous, audacious comic film till date and the distinctly raw content, is another first in Indian screen. Delhi Belly belongs to the same genre as The Hangover, Lock, Stock & Two Smoking Barrels. It is the paramount culture shock for Indian audiences and one movie that can come close to a desi version of Guy Ritchie's Snatch . It is a rollicking, boisterous riot featuring three hapless youngsters who happen to be associated with the print media.

Delhi Belly is surely not a film that will appeal to pan-Indian audience, but youngsters surely are going to lap it up. The film largely works because of the tight script and taut screenplay and lurid dialogues that go well with the proceedings. The usage is so brilliant that you end up laughing your ass out. Almost an hour of this 96 minute film takes place at a typical weak, dirty 'Delhi' apartment of Tashi (Imran Khan), Arup (Vir Das) and Nitin (brilliantly played by Kunal Roy Kapoor). The story kicks of when Tashi's girl friend Sonia (Shenaz Treasurywala) an Air hostess, orders Tashi to drop off a parcel she's promised to deliver as a favor for her friend. The girl without her knowledge, has been used as a messenger by a diamond-smuggling circle, and all hell breaks loose when the package is mistakenly swapped by Arup and the don't-care-a-damn gangster, played flawlessly by Vijay Raaz, receives a fecal matter sample instead, belonging to Nitin who is down with a case of 'Delhi Belly'. This is gross, but his reactions when suffering at the loo are a riot.

Added to these unique taxonamy of characters is the landlord of the house who is caught when visiting an escort and Menekha (Poorna Jagannathan) a journo at Times Of India, who is 'labelled' as a les only to be revealed in the subsequent scene that she is trying to detach herself from a failed marriage.

The car chases at night involving Meneka's ex-husband and Tashi, the hotel room sequences have a generous dose of irony and irreverence. However, the stand out portion of the film is their antics with the Bhurka when trying to steal the diamonds back from a Broker, and the initial escapade of the three guys from their home. The 'Bhaag D.K.Bose' bgm takes these scenes to a new level.

Delhi Belly is an uncomplicated yet compact story and full credit to Akshat Verma for the script that has a lot of scope for crass, class, blasphemy and a plot with enough twists to make 96 minutes well spent. The performances of all the characters, especially Kunal Kapoor, Vir Das and Vijay Raaz are exemplary. The language of  modern day youngsters has been captured perfectly. Delhi Belly dares to show the grey side of the youth in India today that is not as saccharine coated as shown in majority of the films so far. This has not only added a feel of realism to the film but allowed the most crucial and crude scenes in the film to be captured in an uncannily humorous manner, making ways for numerous ha-ha-ha moments.

All the songs have been used as background tracks and it certainly has enhanced the proceedings of the movie. Slick editing and ingenious dialogues that are uninhibited and rich in profanity work in favour of the movie.

On the whole, Delhi Belly is an unique, shocker of a movie that contains enough frenzy to make the audience have a ball. Full dhamaal. Full fun. Period.