My love for the actor from Alwarpet is not a secret. Along with those amazing characters he has played over the years, he also played an important part in defining my taste in movies, books, comedy, style and many moral values. So yes, I am biased towards his movies, interviews or even a tweet… ( The Uthama Villain review is a testament to it )
I tend to find glimmers of hope and flashes of brilliance in even the most ‘critically’ panned and ‘contrived’ attempts he supposedly made.
He is one person that I feel is in a constant state of conversation with me.
I’m the Eklavya to his Drona.
This is an introduction to the series on the relationship that I share with the greatest Indian actor and the most perfectly flawed genius I’ve ever known…
Haasar and The Hatman
#1 Unnal Mudiyum Thambi (You can do it brother)
Most of us enter our twenties pre-conditioned into believing something because of our family structure and upbringing.
The things we believe in could be our blind affiliations only to a particular God, unconscious entrenchment in the caste system, normalisation of domestic violence, acclimatisation of patriarchy and “NO means FOLLOW ME and CONVINCE” etc.,
So, when there are moments that culminate in our better sense prevailing over the existing ideologies, how do we react to the stubbornness we encounter in the very homes where we were comfortable with the status quo.
How many of us would walk up to our mothers and explain to them the rights that they possess in the household, that the husband is not always right and God doesn’t take care of everything.
How many of us would walk to our fathers and say that their political affiliation is skewed and his leader and leanings are poisonous to the very fabric of the country.
How many of us would walk to other elders in our family and tell them that having a glass of water from that particular house or liking someone from this particular house is not that big a deal.
It is not easy to go against the very hands that literally fed you.
It is not easy to see your father or mother or an uncle or an aunt or an elder sibling lose an argument with you.
Winning an argument over why Sourav Ganguly is the greatest Captain is not the same as winning an argument over your father’s misplaced ideals about patriarchy or caste.
It is not easy to look at your role model concede defeat.
Does it really feel like winning, does it really warrant jubilation and it leads to the question if it is actually necessary.
So would we do it??? would I do it???
With all the lectures, write-ups, conversations and books that am reading as part of my Journalism course, am I doing it a bit more vehemently than before.
Am I trying to school the very people who taught me to read and write? If at all I’m doing it, am I aware of the fact that change is a slow process. Am i giving them the space and time without making them feel uncomfortable?
I don’t know.
I don’t like to see my role models feel defeated. But isn’t it something I should do.
I don’t know.
“Ideology is always greater than the individual”
Till that individual is someone who made you who you are…
But yeah, I don’t know.