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Peranbu : A Poetic Experience


What do you actually name the feeling that lasts in you even after several months of experiencing something.Well, I would prefer to name it as a poetic experience. That's what I still feel even after several months of watching the movie Peranbu. The movie starring- okay, i would like to call it as a movie starring Amudavan and Paapa than Mammootty and Sadana, since all throughout the movie i could only see Amudavan and Paapa in this poetic experience. Peranbu, as the name suggests compassion is that holds all beings together. This poetic film creates an ache that will remain forever.

Amudavan seemed to be afraid of everything unusual. He ran away from imperfect things. And certainly fromPaapa. Paapa is not a perfect child but she was special. Paapa was nature's child.As the 147 minutes film ends,the hateful nature turns out to be compassionate for Amudavan. Eventually Amudavan accepts the beauty of nature as well as its differences.

Amudavan seeks shelter in nature whenever he feels helpless or when the whole world turns against him.Firstly when his own family rejects him and points out the consequences of bringing up Paapa with other normal children, Amudavan moves out to nature's lap into much isolated beautiful place for the sake of Paapa."...A place where humans never intrude and sparrows never die".Nature helps Amudavan in the form of sparrows and horse to be close to Paapa and understand her.

But a sexually matured Paapa becomes hard to handle for Amudavan. And that's when the nature turns miraculous and mysterious for him. With Vijayalakshmi he starts to live another life.But very soon everything collapses and the nature teaches him that the anger,regret, irritation,complains, revenge,and all such emotions within him is so meaningless.

The mind becomes dead, the earth deafens, and Paapa feels herself blind when Amudavan is compelled to leave her in a spastic children's home.Finally when Amudavan realises that he cannot do anything to fulfil his daughter's needs he decides to embrace the vast endless sea with his daughter.But then he discovers compassion with nature through Meera.

The helpless Amudavan and Paapa will always remain a visual pain to us when we realise that nature is hateful.But when we accept and embrace the differences in nature it turns out to be compassionate and our life seems to be the beautiful lines in the poem called nature like Amudavan, Paapa and Meera.

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