Kadha Thudarunnu...!!

Director:       Sathyan Anthikad
Producer:     Thankachan Emmanuel under the banner of Trueline Cinema
Music:          Maestro Illayaraja
Cast:            Jayaram, Mamtha mohandas, K P A C Lalitha, Innocent,
                    Mumukkoya, Lakshmi Priya, Asif Ali, Sreejith Ravi etc
Lyrics:          Sarathchandra Verma
Camera:       Venu


I had many reasons for deciding to watch this movie, I am listing it down..(Office habit couldn’t control!!! ;-) so please don't care about the bullets)
• The 50th movie of the veteran director Sathyan Anthikad...
• The songs by Illiaraja were already chartbusters
• Jayaram and Sthyan team up has always been a hit.. remember....Bagyadevatha, Manasinakare, Yathrakarude srathaiku and so on...


That was why I was in the theatre on the day 2 of the release in Chennai...and went pretty early to the theatre so that I do not miss even a single bit... and after watching... well this is what I felt...




The plot of the story surrounds around the girl Vidhya lakshmi... who in spite her parents words get married to Shanavas a young Muslim pianist they live a happy life and have a 4 yrs daughter when Shanavas is accidentally killed by a gang of rouges who mistake him to be some one else... Now with no family and friends to support Vidhya is in street with her little daughter, and when at the verge of nothing left of to live, she meets Jayaram an auto driver who rescues her and takes her to the colony where he lives, and there she meets a bunch of people and realizes the worth of life and how money is not everything. The people in the colony help her to complete her education as a doctor and by this time Jeyaram has failed in love with her. By this time any one in the theatre would have guessed the climax and no.... that is when the twist of the movie occurs.......




If we are going to watch this movie with lots of expectation for a Sathyan anthikad movie which will always have reality blended with nature and good hearted people, then we are in for a great shock here...the movie does not satisfy an ardent Sathyan fan. By the end of the movie we wonder if a director with such a caliber can create something like this with such a loose ended plot and story line.. In the first one hour the happy life of Vidhya and Shanavas is shown. Asif Ali (of Rithu fame as Shanavas) has done his part very well as a bubbling husband... but Mamtha seem not to comprehend with it and well...!!! she looks more older than him.


The first one hour drags a lot and only thing that made me sit was an expectation for the film to go well atleast in the latter half and the beautiful song(Aaroo....)by Hariharan. When the husband dies, I and everyone in the theatre felt relieved that at least now the film will go forward but ALAS!! that did not occur....


The Heroine had to go through a great ordeal where in she has no one to go to and suffer with her child... most of the scenes of her sufferings reminds us of the "Pursuit of Happiness" but the director couldn’t evoke the sympathy in us like Pursuit.... we get to wonder how the heroine is able to dress up and do make up this nicely even at this bad condition of staying in the railway station... (even her hairstyle in intact...!!!!) As we see the introduction of Jayaram... I let out a Sigh WOW! at least now the story will gain momentum... but there again the story seem to wander like in the scene where the heroine attends interview... and the interviewer misbehaving to her and suddenly she is showed as medical final year student...(what interview did she attend in that concern then?) and some of scenes shows that she understands Jayarams love towards her but she seem to act wired, and we get wierd too... and no sympathy arises for the hero(Jeyaram) who believes in horoscopes and waits for her to come back... She may come back.. But will the audience??? ... anyway i wont! :-)

My Dream...!

I was walking and walking in a long tunnel with no light any where... I seem to have completely lost my way.. I could sense the dampness of the soil and hardness of the small gravels under my legs... But I am tired.. My legs are failing me.. A cry from my mother seem to be reverberating all over the place. I want to be with her console her not to cry.. but did not know how... A faint hope made me walk again towards the voice.

With out light I am walking and walking there seem to be many twist and turn in the path, I fell down many times, yet I am still walking. I could have stopped any time and sat there in the tunnel and let the darkness engulf me.. But the hope of light at the other end seem to draw me towards it.. Ah! there I see a light I started to run towards it.. the more it get closer the more it moved away from me.. Finally when I reached, it was just a reflection of light from some where else.. It was a false light just like a mirage in desert which forces us towards it with an anticipation for life...

I sat down and cried and longed for any body to take my hand and guide me to goodness... I wondered If God really existed...! I wished every thing would end now.. that the tunnel would collapse on my head and relieve me off the pain and suffering... But nothing happened.. A drop of my tear fell in my hand, and in the tear I saw my family.. me my mom, dad and brother smiling and laughing happily. I got up and started walking again.......

When I woke up from the dream or per say the nightmare I felt relieved.. But thinking again now.. I feel THIS IS MY LIFE!!! This is what I am doing I keep walking.. Hoping for some light in my LIFE... I keep on WALKING...........!

The Granny in the train…

I saw her today morning in the train just like yesterday.. just like the day before… She always smiles at me.. a small acknowledging smile I always loved to see that and reciprocate the same…


My grandmother passed away when I was 8 till then I was her favorite grandchild but after that there was a voidity in my life… My dad always said that his mother was a lady with so much of pride.. she always gave me Rs 50 every time I went to my native till her death and it was her money.. she never accepted the money given by my dad she had a small house in her name near by our ancestral house. She lived off the money she gets from the rent and saved it to buy toys and sweets for us…


This grandmother I see every day in the train is a replica but in a different way… she had the dignity, even in the ragged unclean dress there was a cleanliness in her, and she amused every one in the compartment.. she spoke to who ever who would turn their heads towards her about any thing in the world.. from MGR to Dhoni she knew every thing… I was a great fan of her talks and her toothless smile..
Once she told that her son had abandoned her in the central station before 10 years, and when she got no food she begged for few days but her dignity came between and she got a small job in the nearby school as a sweeper…. And lived off the money. Never have I seen her complain about her son or the daughter in law but always said that God wanted her to struggle and achieve and she does that… I wondered what had god wanted her to achieve… may be he wanted all of us to know that a person can live with humanity and dignity even at this situation… When a pregnant lady gets into the train she would be the first person to get up and give place…
Today a mother with a small child got into the train and they sat next to the old lady.. the child was non stop crying and the mother could not do any thing to stop it.. the granny pondered inside her bag for a few minutes and took out a small new keychain with bells and gave it to the child. The small piece of metal stole the child’s interest and it started playing with the key chain…
When the granny opened her bag to get the key chain, I noticed that her torn bag had some 5 to 6 key chains few mobile covers, few ear rings and so on… I wondered what she does with that…. someone else also noticed it.. and asked the grany.. “Yenna paati kasu ellanu sonna… eppo ulla evulo vachirukka? Ethellam yengerunthu??? “ (What granny u said u have no money and now there are plenty of stuffs.. from where did u get these??) there was suspicion in the voice and people started wondering if the granny stole these things from them…
The granny remained silent… Just then a small girl got into the train and she gave granny a small cheap pearl necklace and the granny gave her money… “varen paati” (bye granny) the girl said and went about with her business of selling these cheap goods… Once the girl had passed the granny said, “That is child will be of the age of my grand daughter and every day if she leaves empty handed her parents would torture her so.. I buy some thing from her even if I do not need it… Every one felt ashamed and sad… and started buying one thing or the other from the child and with in 15 minutes all the things were sold out..


But I couldn’t resist the smile curving in my lips… U would know the reason if I had I mention that this old granny lived near my locality and this was her grand child and she was living a happy life with her son and daughter in law and grand children!!! And this was the way of life for them!!!
This grand mother is definitely a replica… to every other grandmother but of cours  in a different way because she some how made money for her family… :-) is it a good way or a bad way I do not want to debate… Every one of us struggle to earn our living and this was her way of struggling....!

The News

Courtesy - Wiki

 The morning Newspaper and a cup of hot tea was always the favorite for Mr. Jeevan. Every morning started off the same way… that day was not new too.. his wife Jamuna brought him a hot cup of tea, he had a sip and started off with the news. In the third page was a small tabloid with a photo of a boy. The photo striked him. He kept looking keenly at the small passport size photo musing to himself, “Where have I seen this guy?” .


Suddenly he got it, he has seen the guy with his daughter and was told that he was her classmate. Jeevan got shocked and curious.. he went on.. the news said, that the guy was a super Romeo, who would make young girls to fall in his trap and get money from them frequently saying many reasons about his parents illness and so on. He was arrested yesterday evening after a father of a victim complained that his daughters gold chain was missing and he was suspicious about a guy whom he has seen with his daughter. Upon enquiry by the police the boy confessed and would be produced to the court on Friday


Jeevans heart raced, he called out his daughter… Vani… vani… come down… she did not respond… he raced into her room, Jamuna who was in the kitchen came running on hearing her husbands angry voice.. normally Jeevan seldom gets angry… and had never ever scolded his daughter.. She ran upstairs to her daughters room, to find a shocked Jeevan stand there and a letter in his hand… She sensed what would be in it, and went slowly near him, her throat went dry and tears came rolling down her cheeks... She looked at the letter. It said "Dad I am sorry...!"She cried out loud, he was silent, shocked and shattered.. he sat down on the bed and kept gazing at the letter. He never spoke..


Down in the hall.. the news paper lay still at the same place where it was placed and boys face in the paper shone.. But what Jeevan failed to notice was the very next report in the paper about an unidentified dead body of a girl found in the railway tracks... and police doubting it to be a suicide.....


The father would find out what happened to his daughter... but Why she did that? Was it because of remorse..... or guilt....? He would never know.....