Things end. People change. Life goes on.
I wish it was an eclipse – an evil collapse of the inevitable and an attempt to rise beyond the natural.
My wish is no one’s command, but it certainly is the ask of the hour. Not to unravel the blemishes of self but a plea to open those doors of vision for me to see through the turbulence and slowly inch towards the realm of possibilities.
The festival of lights is back – to infuse hope, rejuvenate enthusiasm and guide us towards the path of goodness.
Happy Diwali! 🙏🏻💐❤️🪔
Jennifer and Maya were not born for each other. But, they were born to live with each other.
Jennifer came out from an affluent family where riches, parties and extravagance was the order of the day. But, she never belonged to them. Apparently, she is very close to her father, and her mother always came second. But, she was not the spoilt kind. Rather, all this noise, the crowd of pretentious people and fake emotions never got the better of her. She started isolating herself from the realms of her parents, though she loved them both. A introvert, she does not want to come out of the shell she has created for herself, yet she eagerly awaits the rising sun or the first drop of rain that remains embellished in the squadron of the palpable sky. She is very pretty, yet she is alone and vulnerable in life.
Maya is one of her kind. A beautiful person, she exudes charm and innocence in the same breath. She always has her guns blazing, and resonates to people in a way that keeps her connected to them in a way that she becomes very close to their soul. Maya touches hearts, and she is an absolute sweetheart to people around her. She hails from a middle class family, and hence is very close to her roots. Wealth and prosperity eludes her, but that is in no way stopping her to cherish every moment in life. A genuine person with a heart of gold. Her parents live in Bangalore, parents were working but now retired and she is fending herself off to a decent start once she completes her Bachelors, which appears to be an outright target in her life.
When I came out of the theatres, few emotions were flashing through my mind. Goosebumps, a surreal revelation, the epic-ness of the original novel or the mere genius of a master filmmaker who has managed to deliver this in unbelievable proportions. Perhaps this could be all of the above or I am just imagining myself in a different realm of storytelling that remains restrained and provocative in its own way.
I have not read the novel nor did I have any affinity towards the charm of the original script before Mani Ratnam decided to make a movie out of it. So I obviously do not belong in the space where I could decipher the aura of making a such an iconic novel in to a Magnum Opus. But as this reality became more evident, I started looking on to the details – like the context, the complexity and diversity of the characters, the massive scale and against the backdrop of one of the most powerful and illustrious dynasties in Indian history (perhaps terming it as the Sub-Continent would be more apt).
When you hear stories of MGR and Kamal Hassan who wanted to create a celluloid version of this classic but things never materialised, with Mani Ratnam himself trying to revive the making in the 90s but somehow the idea went in to oblivion – this again establishes the inevitability quotient wherein this idea of making ‘Ponniyan Selvan’ for Cinema was in the pipeline for a very long time and thus the curiosity has only multiplied. So the real question was ‘when’ even though the ‘how’ was an equally daunting task.
By all means and without being very critical of its production by keeping the original novel in a more dignified place, Mani Ratnam’s ‘Ponniyan Selvan’ is an example of pure cinematic brilliance. More so for its ensemble cast, bringing those vividly complex characters on screen with the trademark Mani Ratnam swag and a stunning background score to supplement the legend of ‘Ponniyan Selvan’.
She came. She conquered. She left – with a promise to come back next year.
আসছে বছর আবার হবে…
I think it’s about the vastness inside, and not so much about what’s on the outside.
A classic example of how things can go terribly wrong yet the outcome can be something so spectacularly baffling and beautiful (in its own way though) at the same time.
I am still trying to figure out what is the message being conveyed to us.
Can you, are you able to..??
Does your Friday resemble anything close to this beauty? 😜😛
I was coming back from office. And then, this appeared. For those few lingering seconds, I met hope, said ‘Hello’ and then walked away.
There is so much that I could talk about the visit to the Lake District National Park. But I would rather dwell upon certain specific elements of those 4 magical days spent amidst gloriously relishing waters, beautifully laden small towns and magnificent landscapes.
The small town of Kendal revels in simplicity and normalcy – perhaps the cornerstone of a peaceful life. The walk to the castle in the late evening was our first towards beauty in the altitudes. Once we reached the castle, the nicest things around were clearly visible and then it was just about enjoying those moments, taking photographs with family and obviously capturing those unsaid moments through the lens of dreams and peerless hopes.
Perhaps describes life at its mercurial best. Twisted, Unpredictable, Beautiful, Future.
Blue. Just blue everywhere. Blue waters, blue sky, the blueness brings the smile out of your hopes and lingers around till you figure out that it’s the blue that keeps us alive, keeps us afloat.
@Lifeoholic