Skip to main content

Two years of Mayaanadhi


Rarely does films do the magic of lingering in your psyche even after years.Mayaanadhi holds a firm grip over the emotional and artistic level of one's mind just because of its aesthetics.Aashiqabu and Rex Vijayan did a Wonderful play of aesthetics in the movie to which most film lovers are indebted to.

Mathan(Tovino Thomas)and Appu (Aishwarya lekshmi ) of Mayaanadhi are two unpredictable humans. They act according to their instincts until the end. Their love-hate relationship is what gives us an urgency to fall in love.Mathan has all the right to love Appu and Appu has all her reasons to hate Mathan. Yet they remain like the last leaves of autumn, reluctant to fall when they are unable to stay.

The fall and rise of Appu are just like a phoenix from ashes and she expects Mathan to be like a phoenix. But Mathan's wings were chopped off before he could fly high, however hard Appu tried to protect him.

The music of Rex Vijayan heightens the beauty of the entire film which flows mystically throughout the film. Every time, the deep melancholic music finds its way not into our brain but straight to the heart which is capable of making even heartbreaks beautiful.

Why I and probably the majority of you carry and pamper this movie is obviously because of its tragic nature and music. Had Mathan been united with Appu, this movie would have lost its essence and aesthetics.Mathan being the constant support and critic of Appu, follows her like a shadow that Appu really wants in her heart of hearts.And she believes that one day Mathan would come to her running like before to his'Aps' under the yellow streetlights.And it is this last part and the hope of Appu which goes deep into the heart of viewers creating a permanent ache, that has gained all my applause and love.
(Was mulling over this for 2 years, Wrote this last month, find today as accurate to post)

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Reminders

I want you to remember The photograph, you loved On the wall, That reminds me Of the last spring Where the potted sunflowers At our home smiled And the hanging creepers Mumbled, Of the girl who was looking For someone. You saw a thousand figures Dancing in her pupils A Mexican woman in Her huipil, A drunken man with his Lyre; Looking for the right Strings,And A peahen waiting to mate. You admired the Vine stems heading North In the picture, The cheap beads that The girl wore And the broken bridge Behind her, From which a fish Jumped for a self introduction. And when you remember Your dear picture, I want to remind You of the Coffee cup that tasted Your lips, The laundry drugged By your smell And the mirrors that Reflected your images. And you should know that The sunflowers no longer smiled And the creepers were silent Till yesterday. But today when The rain sprinkled its drops I see clearly the pupil Of the girl, Dark and intense,...
Post a Comment
Read more

Little Women : A Celebration of Femininity

"Women, they have minds, and they have souls, as well as just hearts. And they’ve got ambition, and they’ve got talent, as well as just beauty. I’m so sick of people saying that love is all a woman is fit for.”Jo March in Little Women (2019) says this words not just for the sake of saying but to assure others that she really wants to be recognized and accepted for being what she is.  Little women's transition from girlhood to womanhood, falling in and out of love, making sacrifices,being happy at little things, and chasing their dreams speaks for every women out there.The beautiful movie adaptation of the novel of the same name written on the background of American civil war, a time when the society denounced the ambitions of women,will leave us wistful and teary-eyed. These five little women,with their closely-knit family celebrate their femininity and individualism to become something beyond an ordinary wife. The matured,sensible and talented Meg, independent, strong and fi...
Post a Comment
Read more

Madeline’s Mirror

  Madeline’s mirror told her she’s fat, It appalled at her shapeless dress, Covering a chunk of flesh. She looked at her broad shoulders  And big breasts,  which reminded her of a pile of  clothes that no longer fits her. But Madeline smiled and applied her eyeliner effortlessly. Her mirror sneered at her  chafing thighs kissing each  other when she moves. Madeline’s mirror found her  plush lips contradicting  the pair of flesh  on either side of it. It spotted the two chins fighting for space like contestants in the combat zone. Madeline admired her freckleless skin, and applied her favourite lipstick. The mirror reflected  her flabby arms  complementing her  saggy belly. Madeline moved closer  to her mirror,  which still in oblivion,  started to produce sympathetic smiles at her legs. It mirrored how her legs carry all the weight, hiding under her flowy dress. Appreciating her silky hair and perfectly manicured...
Post a Comment
Read more