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Arundhati

There have been very few movies which have been able to leave back their impression on my mind….I’m big time movie freak…But there are very few movies which have kept me tied up to my seat till the very end…This may be due the fact that I never watch movies for the namesake of the actors and actresses….I have no favorites…If I watch a movie,its purely because the story must be captivating enough to divert my attention from all my important works….Arundhati is one such movie…..

The movie starts off with a breezy introduction of Arundhati (Anushka Shetty),who is the Great Grand Daughter of King of Gadhwal,Mahasamsthan…..Arrangements are underway for her marriage with Rahul ( Arjun Bajwa)….During the engagement ceremony,we hear the deadly sounds of the villain Pasupathi who is shown lusting for her…..She goes with her family to Gadhwal,for final visit before her marriage…..Where a misleading phone call leads her to Mahasamsthan….There the evil spirit of Pasupathi speaks with her and promises to avenge her…..Confused and terrified,Arundhati rushes back home…..where Chandramma (Manorama),a middle aged maid servant tells her the story of Queen Jejjamma….

We are taken into a flashback where the young Princess Arundhati (Divya Nagesh) is introduced….Fondly called as “Jejjamma” by her people….She is shown to be akin to injustice and loved by her people for her valour….When you look at the little gir’sl majestic walk down the staircase in the palace…Its Royalty re-defined….an expert in painting,dancing and martial arts….She is shown as “Ruler in making”….

Young Princess Arundhati

The next introduction is of Pasupathi,the villain and his mother….He is married to the King’s elder daughter and Arundhati’s sister….Pasupathi and  his mother torture her but she never mentions about it to the King fearing Arundhati’s wrath….Pasupathi is womanizer who rapes the women in the village and kills those who do not succumb to him…His mother supports him in all his bad deeds….while his wife silently bears everything…..

Pasupathi

Things get worse when a blind teacher is brought in to teach the princess the famed “Drum Dance”…..The moment Pasupathi sees her,he starts lusting for her……Your heart escapes a beat when the blind teacher teaches the dance steps to the Princess and tells her the importance of the dance form….Despite being blind….she catches hold of the sounds being made by the drum and puts up a outstanding performance….

Blind Teacher

When Jejjamma goes away for a while,Pasupathi brutally rapes and kills the Teacher….Unable to bear the humiliation that Jejjamma has learned the truth about her husband….Elder Princess commits suicide….In anger,Jejjamma seeks revenge and gets Pasupathi thrashed from her people….He is tied to his own Horse legs….The people rejoice thinking that he is dead….Unaware that,Pasupathi is saved by the Aghoras (practitioners of Black Magic)….He stays with them and learns the Dark Arts….

Next,we taken 1o years ahead….It is wedding day of Jejjamma….Gadhwal is celebrating the marriage of their beloved Princess….Jejjamma grows up to be celestial beauty….

Arundhati in her Bridal Glow....

As the festivity is on…Pasupathi retrns to Gadhwal and starts killing everyone….He kills the King as well….But when his eyes fall on Arundhati,he forgets his revenge and starts lusting for her….He commands her to perform the “Drum Dance” for him or else he would kill everyone in the palace….To save all her people from Pasupathi’s evil magic….Jejjamma performs the dance….This is my favorite part of the movie….Because the grace with which Anushka dances and then swirls around to catch hold off the swords in remote corners of the room with dupatta to trigger them at Pasupathi is breath taking…..I just forgot myself….This particular scene showed the intelligence of Ruler….True to her spirits…..

Pasupathi commanding Jejjamma

Triggering the swords,Jejjamma cleverly cuts off Pasupathi’s tongue and stops him from reciting incantations….She then cuts off the ropes of the chandelier and pulls it down on Pasupathi….The act was really unparalleled….But she spares his life,to prevent him becoming “PRETATMA”…..He is buried alive in tomb which is protected with powerful yantras (defensive spells) from the holy Vedas….Three days later he dies….Jejjamma hears his voice in her sleep and goes to Mahasamsthan,where the spirit of Pasupathi swears to avenge her and her people…. His evil spirit afflicts bad omens in the village because of which people start dying…..

To protect them,Jejjamma meets the Siddhas (Holy Sages)…..She goes through immense torture and even sacrifices her own life….The act where the Siddhas kill her by striking her with coconuts leaves you terrified…..She is burned and her bones are reconciled into the form of Dagger….The only weapon which can kill Pasupathi forever…..

We are bought out of the the flashback….where a worker in trance to save his wife from the evil spirit of Pasupathi’s mother breaks pen the tomb and releases his spirit….All hell breaks loose with this….Pasupathi starts killing people from Arundhati’s family….Enter Anwar (Sayaji Shinde)…..who treats patient with his sorcery powers….He tells Arundhati that she is reincarnation of Jejjamma and was born to kill Pasupathi….and to protect her people……This is where You can see the massive differences between Jejjamma and Arundhati….Jejjamma was strong person and courageous who died for people….But Arundhati is shown to be very frail and timid….

What ensues next is cat and mouse race….Where Arundhati tries to get her family safely out of Gadhwal….But fails miserably….She is left with no option but fight him when Pasupathi commands her to surrender herself to him by night or else he kill her whole family….From a portrait of Jejjamma( it has minute inscriptions in the form of words)…..Arundhati learns of the dagger….Along with Anwar,she goes in search of Siddhas….But Anwar meets with an accident and falls off the cliff…..Thinking that Anwar is dead,Arundhati walks back to the Palace to surrender to Pasupathi….He orders Arundhati to wear Jejjamma’s bridal cloths and jewellery….and torments her….Just then Anwar arrives in time to save Arundhati from Pasupathi’s clutches….Anwar had escaped the fall and finally reached the Siddhas….They give him the dagger and tell him that it has to be soaked in Arundhati’s blood for it to be effective enough to kill Pasupathi….But before Anwar can tell Arundhati about it….Pasupathi kills him….

Arundhati tries to kill Pasupathi with Dagger but fails….Ultimately in an attempt to save herself,Arundhati tries to kill herself  with the Dagger and soaks in it her blood….The dagger glows and she realizes every thing….She then slays the evil spirit with her Dagger….

This story in true sense symbolizes the strength Of Women….It establishes the fact that even a Women Ruler can give up her life for people and protect them the way….A male ruler does….The sheer confidence with which Anushka portrayed the Queen Jejjamma was exceptional…..This film is must watch….For everyone who loves Horror with “ROYAL TOUCH”

©Krishnaveni Balasubramanian

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The Broken Pieces….

It is human tendency that we think of all possible ways to increase our agony more…When we are already very much agonized….Instead of thinking of solutions for the problems,we love to take on the blame and keep kicking things that would in no way help to solve the problems…

The same was situation at Ram’s home….He had invested all of his earnings in this new venture…His dreams of so many years…To have his own business…To be His own Boss…To be not the employed…But the EMPLOYER…But now all this was impossible…because his dreams had crashed down like the pile of cards…Because he didn’t know that dreams are meant be recognized…But with great caution and planning…This was where He went wrong…so very wrong…Because He believed in the wrong people and invested at wrong place…Those people took away not just Ram’s money…But also his confidence!!!

So now that everything was gone,Ram had nothing left but to sit and blame himself for his belief…Which had failed so miserably,that was something which he could not accept….Like everyone else,the first thought that came to his mind was to commit suicide…But then he looked at his old parents and thought that by killing himself…He could not punish them,for his mistakes…But then what else could he do…He sat down in the corner of dark room and refused to come out…He refused to eat…Because he felt that after failed so miserably…He had no right to do that…He had failed all….

That was when he felt a soft hand on his shoulders and heard his favorite voice…The voice that he loved the most…” Ram,You have grown so frail…You don’t eat properly…What is this thing that you new age boys have against food…You people work so much that by the time you are settled..You look 50 years old”…Then she stroked his hair and smiled…Ram could not take it anymore….He hugged her and cried out loud…” Now,don’t cry…I know,I’m abit late…I had promised that I’ll come when you start with your new venture…But I could not…I’m sorry…You know about the old man at home…He may be grandfather now,but if I’m not home…He won’t survive a day…Your aunt come down to stay for week…So finally,I could get rid of Old Man”…She laughed..

Unknowingly,Ram found himself smiling….” Come on,Grandma…You will never stop mocking Grandpa…How is he?”…”He is all good…Must be even better now…because I’m not home to stop him from eating sweets…I don’t understand how to get rid of his cravings for sweet nothings and increasing his insulin levels…Tell me dear,what all is happening at your new office?”…That was when Ram could no longer stand looking into her bright eyes.” Grandma,I failed…I did a big mistake…I failed miserably…I have failed you all…Father,Mother and You of all”….” It’s all right,Child….One mistake is allowed for everyone…If you don’t do mistakes,how will you learn”…..

“No,Grandma…It’s my mistake…Father had told me beforehand that I should not invest before knowing well all the details of the venture and the people involved…How could I fail father with all the hard earned money of his life and also mine…He had so much faith in me…I failed so badly…What will think of me..The society will call me a FAILURE…But may be that’s right…I’m not good for anything…I’m such a big Waste…No one will ever trust me again…All my dreams have shattered…I’ll never dare to Dream again”….For that Grandma said nothing more and walked away….Ram watched her walk away slowly from the room and glanced down….He knew no way out of this…

That was when he suddenly heard clash outside….Something had fallen down and strung all along…Then he heard his Grandma’ s sober cry…Ram instantly ran out and found on the floor….Broken pieces of his favorite blue vase…and nearby his Grandma sat down and was sobbing…” I’m so sorry,Ram..I didn’t do it knowingly…While i was coming out…I knocked it out by mistake…I’m so sorry Ram…I broke your favorite vase…Oh God…I’m such an Old Shack…Can’t even look while I’m walking…Forgive me,Ram…No,I don’t think you will forgive me…That vase was your Fathers gift….You cherished it so much…You will never forgive for breaking it…Oh,What shall I do???”

Ram sat down,wiped her tears off her cheeks and held her hands….” Grandma,It’s ok…That vase is not more important than you…Why will I get angry on you…I know how much you love me…I know you must have done it unknowingly…You will never do anything to hurt me…It’s just glass vase,it was bound to be broken…because Glass is fragile…Don’t cry Grandma…I’ll get a new vase before Father finds out that this one is broken…Please don’t cry…I can’t see your tears”…and gave her tight squeezed hug…

That was when Grandma looked up and said “You are clever boy…When you all this…then what were you crying for some time before??”…Ram looked at her surprisingly….” Hmm,just as crying for this broken vase won’t get the pieces plastered together…in the same way,crying on mistakes won’t make them right…or solve your problems….When you can think of getting new vase and replacing the broken one before your father finds out…then are you so weak or dumb that you can’t find a a way out of this problem…There might be many people responsible for your success…But for your failure…Only you are Responsible.”

” When your Father held your hands and was teaching you to walk…You had fall down at times,If he left your hand…But did that stop you from learning how to walk???….Failures are lessons…from which You learn how not to commit those same mistakes again…Failures are meaningful chapters of your Life…Because unless You see failure…You forget how to respect Success….It’s God’s way of reminding you,that you should not let success go into your head…So,my Child…stop blaming yourself for your mistakes and learn from them…Make yourself so strong and sensible,that no one again dares to fool around with you…Never think that because of whatever has happened your Father will stop trusting you…We all love you alot…We will always stand by you in all walks of life…Don’t bother how much others trust you or what society will think of you…Just live for yourself…Trust your instincts..They will never fail you in any way…”

Ram didn’t know how to react…His Grandma had just taught him the most important lesson he ever learned…”You are right…I was running away from my problems,rather than facing them…But not anymore…I won’t give up so easily…I strive again and rise like the phoenix rises from its own ashes….Nothing can lower my self esteem now..Thank you,Grandma….What will I do if You were not here”

On that Grandma smiled again and replied ” You are just like your Grandpa….He also grumbles alot…Then I have to try something like this broken vase to get him back to his senses…Practice makes even WOMEN perfect…Doesn’t it???….Then she laughed out like she always did…When she was most happy….Ram felt warmth seeping through him…which he knew would give the all the strength he needed…To get all things back on Track!!!!

©Krishnaveni Balasubramanian

Alone I Am!!!!

Is being a Girl curse,
Our Life being made Worse,
Why everyone wants a Son,
Daughter being Unholy One???

We are silenced from Birth,
Which gives no one any Mirth,
We are unwanted Guests,
In our own Mother’s Nest!!!

We have no Rights to Education,
We fear our own Reflection,
Being Servants is are Fate,
Our life is miserable State!!!

Married off at Young Age,
Girl is put in another Cage,
Where Her family expects Wealth,
Which escapes Law’s Stealth???

In land where,We worship Shakti,
There is only more Laxmi’s Bhakti,
We call our country Motherland,
Then why is Woman always in Remand???

When will Man Understand,
That his Wife is like his right Hand,
When will Man respect Her,
Without whom,His life will be all Blur!!!

When will We gain That Respect,
When We won’t be harassed Sect,
Will that day ever Come,
When all superstitions will be Dumb???

When being a Girl won’t be curse,
When Our Life won’t Be Adverse,
When Everyone will want not just the Son,
Where Daughter will be most welcome!!!!

©Krishnaveni Balasubramanian

When I grow Old,
Life may not be Gold,
But With Your hands in Mine,
Joys will never decline!!!

I may not be that pretty,
Or may be not even that witty,
But even in Old Age,
I’ll be in Your Heart’s Cage!!!

My feet may go Weak,
Your support,They will Seek,
I may not see things Clear,
But You will my Eyes,My Dear!!!

My Face may have Wrinkles,
For me,Still Your eyes will Twinkle,
My Hair may become all White,
But for you,That will be Twilight!!!

I may not be able to speak,
Still happy moments,We will sneak,
Our Children may be Away,
But together We will Stay!!!

I may forget things,
My memory may turn blur,
Life will complete it’s Ring,
Your warm Hugs will be my Fur!!!

You will be my only Song
Can’t stay apart for Long,
Reliving Bond really Sweet,
My heart will still skip a Beat!!!

When I grow Old,
Life may not be Gold,
But By being on your side,
Life will always be Joy-Ride!!!

©Krishnaveni Balasubramanian


Innocence Lost Forever!!!!!

When I was a Kid,
Did anyone Have,
The dare to Forbid,
I was my Dad’s Princess,
My Every Will and Wish,
Being a Success!!!

Those were the Best Days,
When I had my own cute ways,
With Mom’s love and hug,
Life was all smug!!!

When Dad was my horse,
Riding on him High,
Life was not coarse,
Dreams were My best Buy!!!

When only things broken,
Were Soft little toys,
Friendship was best token,
With no idea of evil ploys!!!

When drinks were,
Nothing more than Lime juice,
Unknown was the BEER,
Common things being put to Best Use!!!

When the absolute Luxury,
Was Grandma’s Story,
When there was no Fury,
Being together was all GLORY!!!

When Good-bye meant,
We’ll meet Tomorrow,
With picnics in Tents,
And no knowledge of Sorrow!!!

Today I’m so far away,
I feel alone,
Because I’m not Home,
Life has gone all Astray….

Those were the best days,
When I had my innocent ways,
My Heart yearns for Them,
When Family was Life’s Stem!!!!

©Krishnaveni Balasubramanian

A Letter To My Father!!!!

My Dear Father,

I really don’t remember when we both sat down and had a Talk…A real Father and Son Talk…I don’t even remember when was the last time You sat down with me and strolled my head and asked if I was having Good times in my Life…But Today,when I’m so very Far Away from you and mom…from everyone else at home…I thought that May be this is last chance I’ll get to talk to you.That’s why I’m writing this letter…

When I was kid,I saw other boys in our village going to school…I wanted to go with them…I wanted to learn…To write…To read…To be amongst those boys and be Educated…I wanted to be Doctor or Engineer…I wanted Respect…From this society…For me and for everyone in our family…I wanted to feel the pride in Mother’s eyes when she walked through the village and others talked about her having such GOOD SON…I wanted all of this…

But all You gave me was Refusal…While I wanted books in my hands…You gave me away to that Hotel Owner who lived down the lane…So that he made me slog…Slog like dogs…To be bitten at his hands…To be starved…To be hit and not be able to utter a word of protest…I wanted to scream…when he had burn my hands with Hot charcoal…for not doing job fast…But i could not Scream…Because if even i let out shrill sound..I would not get food for 3-4 days…

So I ran away Father…Because I could no longer take in torture to pay for your luxuries…Your whole and sole reason of being alive…ALCOHOL…I know you must have beat Mother blue and black,thinking that She let me go…But trust me Father…It was not her…You were only reason for my running away and never coming back….Today,I have come away so far…That although I want to return,I can’t Father….

Hmmm…After I ran away,I was wondering on the streets…That was when UNCLE found me…He took me home…Only this home was different…It was full of guys who were preparing…For what seemed like some battle…Guns and ammunition all around…I didn’t understand anything Father…But then Uncle fed me food…For the 1st time in my life…I had food that tasted GOOD…Then he asked me if I wanted to learn…And I said Yes instantly…Only then I didn’t know that this Education will cost me my LIFE!!!!

Years passed by and I studied at best places in world…Uncle made sure that I got best education…Taught me about JIHAD…Only then I didn’t understand Father,that I was just being grown up as Guinea Pig…I did not understand that JIHAD,Uncle taught me was all wrong…I played game to most of their plans…Helped them blew off innocent people…took so many lives…that today I’m ashamed of my Existence….

Dear Father,This is my last letter to you…Because today,I’m in jail…being tried for all that I did,unknowingly….Father,that’s why I’m writing this letter to you…Please Father….don’t push My little Brother and My two little sisters into this dungeon…So that they would not Run away from Home….and become WHAT I HAVE BECOME!!!!

It was not my fault….I wanted only education…For that sure enough I’ll pay hefty prize…With my life….But I want my mistakes to be a lesson for all youngsters who don’t know exact meaning of Jihad…Please Father,Don’t hate me for what I’m today….Because I never intended to be this…I only wanted to be learned…NOT THIS!!!!

Remembering You all in my last moments,

Your Son,
TERRORIST

©Krishnaveni Balasubramanian

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