Saturday, 24 April 2021

In the meanwhile

 In the meanwhile


Dragonflies perch on the porch rails

The skies are loud and clear, 

showering bouts of embalmed hopes.

Sloshed in last night’s pour,

Lousy white camelias dream in a riot of colors.

Belittled by its own belief system, 

Cuckoo is waging a vocal war with her birdy buddies.

Bosomed with the delightful scent of steaming rice cakes

The wind flaps around like a child at a carnival.

Blissful and content, the puffy pair of eyes

Rhymes in sync with the nature.


-Radhika Retnam

In the meanwhile,

The phone chimes in my hands.

The day ahead and its dreaminess deceased in my fingertips.

In the meanwhile,

The skies pour down,

Showering bouts of embalmed hopes.

Monday, 19 April 2021

Villains and Vegetables!

 


Film Review.

Villains and Vegetables! KKPT offers a deal- A ‘’malayali’’ villain for the industry.

 

From Tanjore sarees to Athangudi tiles and Hyderabadi Biriyani-for decades in a row, Malayali owes TN and Telengana for the wide spectrum of different goodies and artefacts that continues to take a deep-seated acceptance in the home ground. Among them are two most inevitable supplies, crossing the border more frequently and can be seen in silver screens and dining tables- villains and vegetables- both turns out to be a staple diet for Malayali audience. We might still have to depend on neighbouring states for vegetables, not Villains anymore. Santhosh Damodar from Krishnankutty Pani Thudangi (KKPT), ‘’debut actor and malayali villain’’ is both a trailblazer and a promise to the industry.

 

Malayalam cinema until recently flaunted iconic actors who gave soul and substance to the villain characters they performed. The scenario has changed quite dramatically and non-malayali actors started taking up the screen space until Krishnankutty Pani Thudangi (KKPT) happened. Of all the genres of contemporary cinema made in Malayalam, film noir or thriller is probably the most difficult movie category to define and KKPT definitely help set the parameters of the genre.

Like a good thriller protagonist, Santhosh Damodar, flaunts his villain role with audacity and grit that it is impossible for anyone to identify him as a debut actor. As deep shadows, paranoia, surrealism lays the backdrop for KKPT, the cruel and indefatigable character played by Santhosh perfectly blends with the end-to-end capriciousness offered by the film.

KKPT sits on the border between thriller and horror genres, and it’s one of the few films in the category to ever be made with such subtle yet strong message. Interestingly, Santhosh as the villain contributes to the grisly elements of the movie, at the same time he is in the receiving end of intensive gore and violence.

While the gruesome hunt would be engaging enough throughout the film, KKPT uses this shadowy backdrop as a way to explore child abuse and the dynamics of trauma and revenge borne by a young girl whose role is played by Saniya Iyappan.

 Although the film garnered a lot of applause, there’s more to this movie and the villainous role donned by Santhosh whose subtle reactions add a certain aesthetics and poignancy to the plot. His role cleverly mirrors the young girl’s deep-seated tales of torture and violence and the traumatic roller-coaster that defined the years of her growing up.

The Avant-grade gesture underneath the obvious thriller movie is laudable and the plot carries in it an essence of poignancy, surrealism and curiosity providing a satisfying and unpredictable conclusion too.

One problem that’s usually evident in movies that opt for non-malayali villains is the projection of ‘’style over substance’’ in the characters they play. Santhosh fills in the void in this context as he adorns his villain role with such grace and aggressiveness.

Grim and brutal landscape goes hand in hand with the minimalist existential dialogues in the movie. A gripping retro theme in costuming and soundtrack adds on to the overall packaging of KKPT as a thriller. Above all, it is definitely the contributions of its actors that define any movie. When a debut actor takes on the centre stage, determinant to play the unglamorous role, the results are horrific which sums up why exactly the actor cum producer Santhosh turns out to be the key element in this film. He is gloriously real and his dynamic portrait of a man who tortures a young girl all along her years of growing up exemplifies his inevitable part in the absorbing thriller movie.

Without a second thought, Santhosh has taken a stellar choice in taking up the role of a villain and he proves to be a sophisticated villain – a promise for the south Indian movie industry.

 


-Radhika Retnam

Wednesday, 27 January 2016

Saturday, 9 January 2016

Flash Fiction

Untitled


“What are you?”
“Pardon?”
“WHAT-ARE-YOU, loud enough?”
“Did you want to know my name? Should I decode it so?”
“Which part of my question appears ambiguous to you? What-are-you?  As  simple as that!”
Perplexed to the tip of his toes, he replied, this time in a lowered tone,
“What? What do you want me to answer? A human being? A soul?  What is it?”
“Which of these would satisfy you?”
The other man stretched into a smile and replied,
“If I were in your place, I’d have said just a simple word-‘earth’ “
“ And why is that so?”
“Ok! Now a few simple questions more and I’ll lead you to the answer.
Where did you come from? Where were you before touching your toes on this earth?”
“Seriously, do you want me to answer this? Well, my mother’s womb of course!”
“And before that? How did you come to that womb?”
He frowned and with a furrowed forehead he replied,
“My father holds the responsibility”
“So it’s your father! Hmm...”
“Have you reached your limits? Or are you capable of being more disgusting?”
No sooner, the next question popped out.
“And how did your father kept you in him? Did he have a womb too?”
He sighed and replied, “He had me in his…um.. I’m not sure... He had me somewhere inside him”
“Ok, leave it! D’you know how he got you in him? Or were you in him right from his birth?”
“God! What are you up to? I’m just a harmless creature. Would you mind leaving me alone?”
The man interrupted,
“Wait, you are almost near. It isn’t manly to give up half way.”
“Yes, you have put me in. you’ve got me trapped with this. I don’t know how exactly I went inside him. Perhaps, it’s through the food.”
“Exactly! You are far ahead than I thought you’d be. Yes, of course! It’s from the food.”
“And where does this food came from? Please don’t say ‘restaurant’ or ‘kitchen’.”
“Well, if it’s not from those, then  I guess I’d  opt the answer to be..um..soil maybe.”
“You said it! It’s the soil! It’s the EARTH!”
“You came from EARTH. You die and go back to the same EARTH, perhaps as manure for another plant.”
The man walked past. He stood stunned, his jaws went slack.


Wednesday, 6 January 2016

Chosen

                                   

Pulled out from fresh earth.
Numb and paralyzed,
‘the young vege’
lay coiled with its inmates.
peeled off,
destined for the next dine.
Smashed,
Bitten, crushed,
Chewed

and engulfed down unto the brothel.





ഒരു കൈക്കുമ്പിൾ സ്നേഹം

 

ഹേ  മെപ്പിൾ ,
ആരടിച്ചേല്പിച്ചു  നിന്നിലെന്നോര്മകൾ?
ആര് ക്ഷണിച്ചു നിന്നെയെൻ  ഓർമ്മകൾ തൻ 
മാറാപ്പു പേറുവാൻ?

എവിടെ നിന് പൂവിൻ സൗരഭം?
എവിടെ മധുരമൂറും 
അനുഭൂതി കനികൾ ?
പഴകിപതിഞ്ഞൊരെൻ 
സ്മരണഭാരവും 
പേറിപിറന്നിടുന്ന 
നിന് പിഞ്ചിലകളുടെ 
ജന്മമെത്ര കഷ്ടം..!

Tuesday, 5 January 2016

Flash Fiction



   She stood on her toes, beneath the canopy, reaching up for an apple. The stormy sea of desire to peel off its crimson, dew studded skin grew with every moment.