Well after so much hype, bans, media attention with press meets and political gimmicks which were meandering in the atmosphere, I finally got some opportunity to take a peaceful ride to watch this movie, just for the sake of personal gratification that seeks justification to such commotion that has been going on the industry and the state.
Vishwaroopam opens up with a conversation between a psychologist and Nirupama (Pooja Kumar) who is married to Vishwanathan (Kamal Hassan), a Tamil Brahmin, which is actually a marriage of convenience, to pursue her Ph.D. in Nuclear Oncology at USA, and not actually out of mutual love and acceptance. Kamal is a Kathak trainer with an effeminate demeanor, who speaks an awfully high accented tambrahm Tamil. Andrea Jeremiah and others span in to the movie as the scenes unfold slowly one by one. Set in USA and Afghanistan, revolving around a series of events leading to terrorism and nuclear war, the movie proceeds with an alternating timeline sequence than a linear fashion of story progression, which actually shifts back and forth at the right sequence. In a nutshell, it’s a story of an Indian spy who infiltrates into an insurgents group in Afghanistan (Taliban Insurgency?) and tries to deactivate their operations in USA. The movie on the whole gives a Hollywood sheath to a Kollywood movie.
They do burst out in tears and cry out loud deep inside the mind and they do gallop seeing a stronger counterpart coming for a blow. Then why do they show sheer dominance on opposite gender as if water can never be burnt to ashes. With the recent developments in the country, that too in the capital, which is something cannot be basked in its glory of, I sincerely pray for the victim for a peaceful and better life – a binding need of the hour, for her reverential existence in this world.
The brutality, to which she has been subjected to, cannot be empathized unless one really experiences excruciating pain in such sacred parts of the body. The rape is itself a demeaning and disgraceful conduct which causes mental trauma to the core, in addition to that, subjecting the victim to extreme physical torture is such a psychologically abnormal act.
Looking back the times this and this , when I had walked into the banquet hall sheepishly uncertain, unknown of the blogger meet protocols and likes, it gives an immense feeling of tranquility to be cognizant of the fact that I am now acquainted with this indiblogger-ness and can walk-in to any meets with a sense of collegiality and connectedness and definitely find atleast ten to fifteen of your twitter mates or blog mates for sure.
This time on October 27th 2012 (Saturday), it was hosted in association with ITC Grand Chola 5 Star luxury hotels @ Guindy. When the seats were limited, I quickly logged in to indiblogger site from my mobile as I was out of home and clicked the blessed ‘Register’ button! *peace*. From that time onwards, I’ve been waiting for the Saturday to hit me soon, so that I can meet all my friends scattered around the social media. When I got a confirmation called from Nandita, I was more thrilled for the meet.