What starts as an exceptionally good idea turns out to be a damp squib. There is nothing wrong with the idea though. It has all the makings of the one that stands out. However what it is meant to be and what it becomes are world apart. Call it the execution gap or inability to take the idea to its logical conclusion, something surely seems amiss. Something which no one accounted for or thought it worthwhile to make a note of. Perhaps the idea itself is so overwhelming that failure looks a distant reality. The adrenaline rush and the enthusiasm to put such ideas in action at times results in turning a blind eye to common sense. What remains thereafter are just remains of day difficult to make sense of an already scattered in bits and pieces which were lost in translation.
I recently watched a Tamil movie that left me reflecting deeply on the intricate, often unseen threads of connection that bind us to others. Despite having watched it twice and appreciating its nuanced storytelling, I still struggle to pronounce the name of the mysterious relative, Meiyazhagan . The name may evade me, but the emotions it evokes resonate deeply. The story unfolds with Arul, a man who embarks on an emotional journey to reconnect with his roots. During his visit to Thanjavur, Arul is shown his childhood bicycle, now a cherished relic in the home of a relative he barely remembers. The bicycle, meticulously maintained, symbolizes resilience and love—it once served as a livelihood tool for the family and now stands as a "god" in their household. The relative, referred to as Nandhini’s husband, shows unwavering affection and generosity toward Arul, despite the latter's inability to recall his name or their shared history. This anonymity does not dimi...
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