Until I come, you said.
Until I die, I said.
The wait was a promise,
For you, for me, for us.
Time wouldn’t wait, nor
Would the world around.
As everyone and everything,
Embrace change and transience,
The sea of change stood still,
Waiting at the shore, for
You and me, for us.
Until I come, you said,
Until I die, I said,
Until you be, the sea said.
Withering flowers and the fallen leaves
Do they think life ends there?
Kissing the soil and hugging the ground,
Do they relish a new beginning?
The flowing river and merging flows,
Do they finish the journey at the sea?
Meeting new friends and exploring new levels,
Do they begin their endless trail?
Beauty in nature and peace in life,
Do poets preach what they’ve seen and felt?
Lost in the crowd and unheard in the chaos,
Do they yearn for the unknown?
Why do poets sing of trees, and flowers, and rivers, and the Sun and the rain?
Why do they say what’s been said,
Why do they see what’s been seen,
Why do they want what’s never there!
Rattling roofs, splashing water,
Croaking frogs, crickety crickets,
Buzzing phone, whirling ceiling fan,
Distant news reader, chirping birds,
Clacking keyboard, snoozing reminders,
Random voices, deluging conferences,
Humming notifications, pouring raindrops,
Creaking chair, and a fading music.
As I close my eyes today,
One more night steps in,
And one more day fades away.
As I let the darkness crawl on me,
One other memory hangs in there,
Eating a part of my soul, a part of myself.
As I struggle to die a short death,
One after the other, my eyes wake up,
Imagine and weave stories of horror.
As I lie there, the rooms close in,
One more nail on the coffin of my sleep,
Once again I welcome the drowsy Sun.
As I embrace the warmth and the shine,
One another time I feel defeated,
Under the spinning wheel, crushed, mauled.
I go for movies with expectations. Some reviews. Some comments. Some story line. With some idea and knowing what to expect in there. But this time, I had none. I didn’t even want to go for a movie. But surprisingly, dad showed interest and no one wants to back off! So we went for Viswaroopam, the latest Kamal Haasan’s controversial Tamil endeavour. Even waiting for the ticket at the theatre, I hadn’t any thoughts about movies running in mind. May be that’s all the reason I was so mesmerised by what was in store for me, as in the movie.
The story line is pretty famous, now that the movie’s contributing to a lot of controversies. The Al-Qaeda Jihadis. The American vengence. Tit for tat. Terrorism. Osama and Bush. And all stories that get entailed with these references. The movie was unique, even when the theme is so overly filmed, exploiting patriotic sentiments. The movie stands out in the very detailing of the plot, filming things that most of might have only read in books, or not even books! The judging of the movie, its morale, and the idea it conveyed, are all serious topics to be discussed seriously. Not entering into the details, the movie offers a fantastic movie experience, exclusively by the quality in the making and rendering of it. The Sankar-Ehasan-Loy music score made two and half hours all the more pleasing. Every frame was shot so perfect, and each dialogue timed so effortless. It was totally worth being the first movie of 2013 to me!
Mom said I am abnormal for commenting that the movie was awesome. Little sister was nudging me all the while, until I finally promised to explain the plot once we get the out of the cinema. Dad couldn’t hear half the dialogues. Thanks to the theatre’s stupid sound system. I don’t think much of the viewers understood the movie as a whole. The language,and the style of filming are all contributors to the lack of reach. For someone who doesn’t get a bit of Tamil, English and situtional interpretation of dialogues, the movie would pretty much be lot of violence and stunt and incomprehensible humor. But trust me, there’s much more to the movie and the whole experience of it. Howsoever may it be to the generalia, the opening Kathak piece gotta make you spellbound, gripped to your seat! Unnai kaanathu naaningu naanillaye… Viswaroopathin ‘viswaroopam’ is to be acknowledged with an enlightened sense of acceptance to goodness and marvels in things!