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If you ever decided to watch this movie, it doesn’t matter if it’s at home of cinema, make sure you have sufficient amount of tissue ready with you. It’s somewhat not a typical Tamil movie, but somehow we could see the typical Indian culture and some universal human behavior in the movie.
The movie is about a retarded man, Krishna, who is a father of a little 5 year old girl, Nila. They live in a small village called Avalanchi in the district of Ooty. Bhanu, Nila’s mother died when she was in labour, left her newborn baby with her retarded husband. Somehow working in a chocolate factory and with the help of Raji, a neighbor, Krishna has brought up Nila until the age of 5 when Nila started going to school.
Miss Sweta, the correspondent of Nila’s school, became very bond with her. Miss Sweta has helped Nila with her school and homework. During an anniversary celebration in the school, sweta saw Nila with Krishna who was, to her surprise, the guy her sister, Bhanu, ran away with. Bhanu and Krishna ran away from home because of her father’s disapproval of their love.
Having realize this, Sweta immediately informed her father about the condition. Sweta’s father took Krishna and Nila to Chennai but left Krishna in the middle of the road approximately 30 KM from their destination.
Krishna went all crazy looking for his beloved daughter, until he was so injured that he had to be hospitalized. There, the management managed to find Krishna’s background. Victor, manager of the chocolate factory, told Anu, a lawyer who (later) was willing to help Krishna to get back his daughter.
Anu, who was a junior lawyer, had the courage to fight against a senior lawyer, who was famous for his ways of manipulating data of a case. With the stand of “Krishna is not mentally ill” the case went on with a few hearings until the last hearing where he was exposed to the judge and juries. Anu had fight for Krishna and even though she know that they would not win this case, she wants the father and the daughter to at least meet once.
In the final hearing, when the opposing lawyer was just about to declare his winning statement, the whole crowd in the court room saw the father and daughter reuniting by their secret routine. Finally the lawyer just declared that he has nothing against the custody of the father and the father is capable of bringing up the child. At the end, Krishna will send his daughter to his father-in-law’s house thinking that she would have a normal life there.
It’s a very heart melting movie. Its main theme is “father-daughter relationship” because in the movie, Anu is also having a father-issue. Even though one part of the plot is a bit repetitive, overall the movie was well plotted. We could see the timeline of the movie very clearly.
The songs in this movie are very soothing and calm, especially the “Ariro” song. There are also some unexpected affection analogy which doesn’t bring any significance to the movie but at the same time it brings the spice to the movie. This could be seen in the raining scene whereby Krishna calls Nila by whistling in the rain and when the lighting stroke, Krishna hugged Anu. In a shock, Anu felt a little bit of affection towards Krishna and expressed it in the song “Vizhigalil Oru Vaanavil”.
As a conclusion, this is a really good movie and is suitable for all ages and very suitable for fathers and daughters. If I were to be famous one day, this would be my quotation for this movie.
“ The first Tamil movie that made me cry and thought
me that you don’t have to be sane to be a good person”
Muhammad Asyraf Bin Khaja Mohideen,2011.
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her favorite dress tied with a bow
today was daddy's day at school
and she couldn't wait to go
but her mommy tried to tell her
that she probably should stay home
why the kids might not understand
if she went to school alone
but she was not afraid
she knew just what to say
what to tell her classmates
of why he wasnt there today
but still her mother worried
for her to face this day alone
and that is why once again
she tried to keep her daughter home
but the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all
about a dad she never sees
a dad who never calls
there were daddies along the wall in the back for everyone to meet
childeren squirming impatiently
anxious in their seats
one by one the teacher called
a student from the class
to introduce their daddy,
as seconds slowly passed
at last the teacher called her name
every child turned to stare
each of them was searching a man who wasn't there
she went to the front of the class
as she smiled up at her mom
and looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on
and with hands behind her back
she slowly began to speak
and from out the mouth of a child came words incredibly unique
'my daddy couldnt be here
because he lives so far away
but i know he wishes he could be
since this is such a special day
and though u cannot meet him
i wanted you to know
all about my daddy and how much he loves me so
he loved to tell me storie
she taught me to ride my bike
he surprised me with pink roses
and taught me to fly a kite
we used to share fudge sundaes
and ice cream in a cone
and though you cannot see him
im not standing here alone
cause my daddy is always with me
even though we are apart
i know because he told me he'll forever be in my heart"
with that her little hand reached up
and lay across her chest
feeling her own heart beat
beneath her favorite dress
and from somewhere in the crowd of dads
her mother stood in tears
proudly watched her daughter
who was wise beyond her years
she finished with a voice so soft
but its message clear and loud...
'i love my daddy very much
hes my shining star
and if he could, he'd be here
..but heavens just too far'
Monday, March 7, 2011
My grandfather was a strong and hardworking man. He always works to find extra money for the family. My grandmother always tells us stories about how he always hit on her when they were young and how they were having a hard time. With two children, my father and my aunt, they came to Malaysia and they were kind of suffered. My grandmother always says that my grandfather was the reason that they can live a comfortable life now. My cousins and I call my grandfather “Aiyya” which is ‘the respected one’ in Tamil. There nothing much to say about our relationship though, because he is seldom at home. He is always busy working and doing business regardless to his health. I guess he is used to the workaholic way of life.
So one Thursday afternoon, if I’m not mistaken, I just got back from driving school. During that time, I just finished SPM and I was waiting for the results. So my parents felt that it’s the perfect time for me to get my driving license. On that day I was very tired because I haven’t slept the whole night. Just as I put my head on the pillow, planning to take a nap, I received a call from my father. It was odd because he seldom call me at this time because its either I’ll be sleeping or I’ll be off for driving classes. Luckily that day I was doing neither. I picked up and said “Assalamualaikum”. I was shocked by what my father said. I felt like somebody ripped open my chest and took my heart away. I was speechless when my father said “Aiyya passed away”. For the first time in my life, I felt a loss of a family member.
My father passed the phone to my mother and she asked me to get ready. According to her, my sister will be coming any second to fetch me. She asked me to bring some extra clothes for her and my father. I just kept quiet. My sister is teaching in a school not far away from our house and our house is on the way to my grandparent’s house. After about 20 minutes my sister came and we made a move immediately. In the car we were both quiet. At the corner of my eye I can see my sister shed her tears. I feel for her because my brother and she were the first two grandchildren of my grandparents. They were very close. Along the journey, I was going through a nostalgic moment. Even though there aren’t many memories with my late grandfather. But the ones I have are very precious. I still remember there was this time when me and my cousins played ‘truth or dare’ and I picked dare on my turn. My cousins asked me to go and kiss Aiyya. It was suppose to be a joke but deep down in my heart I wanted to do it. So I went and did it. It was very awkward but it was the first and last time I kissed him.
After an hour we finally reach Jasin where my grandparent’s house is. There were a lot of cars and when my sister and I went through the gate I can see that most of my neighbours were there. When I walked in they consulted me and my sister. They said “be brave and be strong”. The first thing I saw when I walked in was my aunties. They were all reciting Yassin for my grandfather. We immediately went into my grandmother’s room. There, my heart dropped again. My grandmother was crying hysterically. She couldn’t accept the fact that my grandfather is gone. I don’t blame her for being too emotional because he was the love of her life. They got married when she was 15 and she has been living with her ever since. They were together for almost 60 years and now she is all alone. She cried even louder when she saw my sister, their first granddaughter, came in. I still remember my grandmother said “Your Aiyya always wanted to see your wedding, but now he is gone”. My sister wasn’t married then. She just started working.
Me and my sister were with my grandmother until my parents came. Shortly after they came the van that brought my grandfather’s corpse came. They carried him inside the house. He was face at the ‘kiblat’ direction and we all recited ‘Yassin’ for him. After that we brought him outside where his body was washed and the Imam poured camphor water all over his body. All of my uncle and male cousins were there. It was an environment filled with sorrowness. The fountain of our blood has stopped. The sadness was indescribable. After that we prepared him for the funeral ceremony. We wrapped him with white cloth his body was brought back into the house. We recited the Yassin for him again and all my relatives kissed his forehead for the last time. Later that evening we went to the cemetery for the ceremony. After it has finished we stayed for a while then went back to our house.
After about a week all of my relatives went back. I stayed there for about one month to help my grandmother with her house chores. I thought since I am not doing anything at home might as well I go and stay with her. She was having a really hard time. She cries in her prayers, she cries when she eat, and she even cry in her sleep. I really pity her, at the same time I really look up to her because she still has the courage to move on with her life. 5th February 2008. That is the day that I will not forget for the rest of my life.