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Will KamalHassan apologise for Mahanadhi ?

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Background For long, KamalHaasan’s classic Thevar Magan has been subjected to criticism that it was insufficiently aware of how the film - despite its patronising and pontifical tone - would be received with a warm glow of pride by the Thevars. Indeed, there is no contesting that ‘potri paadadi ponne’ - a Thevar paen - has come to become a peerless anthem of sorts.  While the extent of ‘out-of-context’ celebration may have been surprising, one cannot lose sight of the fact that song itself realised a specific purpose within and for the film first: within the film’s narrative and for, one reasonably assumes, the film's commercial prospects then. To imbue the makers in the business of mainstream films with virtues of thorough naivete is unnecessary. That said, over the years, the criticism has gradually escalated to the absurd heights of accusing him of gross social irresponsibility for not anticipating everything that the song has come to stand for. This type of reductive engagemen...

நல்லார் உளரேல்

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ப்ரிய ஸஹோதரி க்றிஸ்டென் ரூபனியன்,                                                                    தாங்கள் ஸ்ருஷ்டித்த ஸாஹித்யங்களான மார்ஜர வ்யக்தி ( பூனையாள் ), சத்புருஷன் ( நல்லான் ) ஆகியவற்றை அடியேனேன் அநுபவிக்க பாத்யபட்டது. இதுகாறும் யுவ ஸாஹித்ய லக்‌ஷணங்கள் பற்றிய எமது ந்யாயமான முன்னபிப்ராயங்களை ஸுலபமாக கடந்தமைக்கு என் கரகோஷங்கள்.

Mine Already

Excerpt from G.V.Desani's foreword(!) to his All About H.Hatterr I wanted to worship beauty. Sane reflection, and I realised that beauty costs, expense and effort. Even the wish to see the sun set in the Himalayas was a wish unfulfilled without a ticket to, boarding the very early train to, and the uphill climbing.  Why trouble? Why not dream instead ? Convinced, I provided me an arm-chair, and induced experience. Thus I realised Beauty,  and Beauty-experience. Such visions. My late father, heard of this. He walked me into my corner of the house, tactics! and offered to cut me off with a shilling. Which threat was my cue to speak.