A movie I ought to have seen long back.
I have written quite a few stories, and I always show them to my mother. One fine day, she called me "the cold writer". Most of my stores have serious tragedy. Because I believed that tragedy is the ultimate reality of life, and always went against a "they lived happily ever after" fairy tale ending. My attitude has totally changed after seeing this movie
I bought these moserbaer cds in Chennai about a year or two back, and I did not bother to see this particular movie. When boredom was at its peak or rather, the need to see a movie was intense, I decided to see this.
The movie begins with a boy Maari who has to stop his education and become a sheperd after his father's death. From childhood, he has a flair for kabaddi, and has a team of fellas to play kabaddi with. The team has people of different families, caste, financial background, and they are bound together by kabaddi. BUT, they never win a match when they go out. They rather struggle to make even one point.
The movie is in general is hilarious and romantic.
On a festival, Maari meets a girl(her name unknown), and they fall in love. In this festival the team happens to meet a professional player who later helps them get into a state level tournament. This coach trains them to play every moment as the last moment so that the real last moment of the game becomes their first moment of success, fame and respect.
So the boys play with a maximum enthusiasm to win it, as they have come from home listening to things they shouldn't listen to, being humiliated that they've never won, and nobody believes they will ever win.
They ultimately win the match, with Maari being the hero while playing against all odds. The movie ends with the girl coming for the festival and searching for the man and not finding him. She returns thinking she has been fooled. Where she was fooled by Maari's friends who hide from her the fact that he had his last breath in the last moment of the match.
This was something that changed my attitude towards writing my climax. I couldn't bear to see the girl searching every street, every by lane, every shop if her man was there, and return crying that she had been cheated. Neither could I see that widowed mother whom the guy loved, lying down crying. Neither could I stand the friends lamenting their buddy's death. I was seeing the climax like that coach who was silent and did not wink his eye, and several thoughts in his head.
To me, the climax meant never to take such sports unnecessarily serious. In pursuit of doing well, they called upon jealousy, and revenge from opponents to plot the last breath of this actually harmless, innocent and efficient player.
I have written quite a few stories, and I always show them to my mother. One fine day, she called me "the cold writer". Most of my stores have serious tragedy. Because I believed that tragedy is the ultimate reality of life, and always went against a "they lived happily ever after" fairy tale ending. My attitude has totally changed after seeing this movie
I bought these moserbaer cds in Chennai about a year or two back, and I did not bother to see this particular movie. When boredom was at its peak or rather, the need to see a movie was intense, I decided to see this.
The movie begins with a boy Maari who has to stop his education and become a sheperd after his father's death. From childhood, he has a flair for kabaddi, and has a team of fellas to play kabaddi with. The team has people of different families, caste, financial background, and they are bound together by kabaddi. BUT, they never win a match when they go out. They rather struggle to make even one point.
The movie is in general is hilarious and romantic.
On a festival, Maari meets a girl(her name unknown), and they fall in love. In this festival the team happens to meet a professional player who later helps them get into a state level tournament. This coach trains them to play every moment as the last moment so that the real last moment of the game becomes their first moment of success, fame and respect.
So the boys play with a maximum enthusiasm to win it, as they have come from home listening to things they shouldn't listen to, being humiliated that they've never won, and nobody believes they will ever win.
They ultimately win the match, with Maari being the hero while playing against all odds. The movie ends with the girl coming for the festival and searching for the man and not finding him. She returns thinking she has been fooled. Where she was fooled by Maari's friends who hide from her the fact that he had his last breath in the last moment of the match.
This was something that changed my attitude towards writing my climax. I couldn't bear to see the girl searching every street, every by lane, every shop if her man was there, and return crying that she had been cheated. Neither could I see that widowed mother whom the guy loved, lying down crying. Neither could I stand the friends lamenting their buddy's death. I was seeing the climax like that coach who was silent and did not wink his eye, and several thoughts in his head.
To me, the climax meant never to take such sports unnecessarily serious. In pursuit of doing well, they called upon jealousy, and revenge from opponents to plot the last breath of this actually harmless, innocent and efficient player.
