There is dampness in the air around me. While the first conscious breath every morning feels the same – so blessed and so clean, it is the darkness outside that brings that stillness in my mind. Quite swiftly, these still moments last only a second – or so it seems, every morning.
But like all preposterous thoughts, this too fades away to bring me back to reality.
Ok..that was my attempt to summarize the rather lackadaisical moments of my present, largely due to work – notwithstanding my attempts to admit it and let it be that way.
Managed to watch Vettaiyadu Vilaiyadu in theatres. Even though the movie satisfied the Kamal Hassan fan in me, it didn’t quite do the same for the Gautham admirer in me. I know Gautham is not the best director around but I certainly had more expectations on the movie because he is capable of being there in the top. May be, it was me. On the whole, the movie had great storyline – great narrative – very matured handling of many emotions (not with the usual dramatism) – and of couse subdued portrayal of all important characters. When the media is going ga-ga over the production values of the movie, I should say, it was just upto the par – par as in – what you should expect these days from a good production company from India. Gautham surely resorted to some cliches – but if the box office record is anything to go by, then my fear is that cliches do make movies work (still) in Tamil Nadu. The Raghavan-Aradhana relationship was handled very well. And my last complaint is the urgency with which Kamal should start addressing his paunchy prevalence.
Recent Read – “The Glass Palace” by Amitav Ghosh. I am not too proud to say that I had not heard of Ghosh till I saw this book in a book store during my recent visit to India. But I should say this was one of the most exhaustive fiction that I had read in the recent past. Exhaustive only because of the range of emotions, places, history, culture, traditions, food, you-name-it and most importantly “generations” that the author covers in the book. Amazing..I now know a thing or two about Burma and how integrated the country is/was with India. The characters in the story are aplenty and they will give Vyasa a run for his imagination just for their number. There are pages in the story where the calendar flips a few years in a matter of sentences, but there are pages where even days don’t go by. I strongly recommend this book for anyone interested in reading some serious “fiction-meets-history” literature coming from the Indian sub-continent. I am surely going to hunt for Ghosh’s “The Hungry Tide” next.