Musings

I am in awe of Malayalam cinema and the narratives coming out every year. Each year the themes get bolder, darker, better. Malayalam films are most definitely better than most of the Hindi films released in recent times. The industry has also introduced many great actors to the audience and they have been performing exceptionally well with decent fan following.  One such talent is Roshan Matthew, who was also part of Choked , a film I recently reviewed (Am I a fan, well, maybe). I watched the film Kapella (directed by Musthafa) with brilliant performances by all the actors including Anna Ben and Sreenath Bhasi. What lies at the heart of this movie is the issue of unemployment in the country and the extent to which the youth of this country can go for a secure future. The issue of unemployment is quite real especially in the face of this pandemic and the fear of losing one's job is a nightmare for many. So, what role does morality play in the light of such a desperate situation? We...

So, I have been watching many Netflix series (Courtesy: lockdown). What perked my interest to watch Choked (dir. Anurag Kashyap) was the subject matter. Demonetisation was one of the most haphazardly implemented decisions by the government and I wanted to see Kashyap's take on the same.  What fascinated me the most was Kashyap's depiction of the psychological implications of money. The power that money has over the characters is quite fascinating. In a middle-class family, money has a deeper mental hold than one can imagine and surreptitiously peeps into the family dynamics. Most of the choices are based on the monetary condition of the family and this plays a significant role in how relationships are imagined. The subtitle of the movie "Paisa Bolta Hai" is quite apt then as money speaks in different ways in the life of different individual characters in these middle-class families. For instance, for Sarita, finding money under her kitchen sink offers her an escape f...

It doesn't happen all of a sudden, No! It comes at the least expected time. It breaks you, Exhausts you. Makes you quiver. You are in tears, Unaware. It trickles down your eyes. Like a funambulist in the air, Suspended. This fear has grown within you. You have birthed it, Like a mother, their child, The fear, Buried in the abyss of your soul,  Has now outgrown you. You see it, Face-to-face. Two minutes. That's all you get, To say goodbye. Two minutes. That's it. Till you drown in silence, Forever.