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The Plight

In memory of the late Mr. K. Balachander, I wanted to catch a movie of his I never got around to watch due to bad reviews. It deserved a new perspective I believed and so I did watch it on the 9th of July, 2020.

Parthale Paravasam, In simpler terms describes a relationship that deserves a second chance.

(Drawing parallels from the Vijay tv Mahabharatham and Parthale Paravasam)

When Pandu married Madhri at the end of a battle and arrived at Hastinapuram to meet Kundhi, who was awaiting the return of her newlywed husband to consummate their marriage he wasn’t apologetic for his actions.

Kundhi was expected to prepare the chamber for Pandu and Madhri’s consummation instead. She was remorseful but was aware of this practice among royal families and the circumstance was inevitable.

Similarly when Madhavan had obscured the truth of his past relationship to Simran She resorts to a harsh decision of availing a divorce. This was looked down upon in several occasions by other characters where a divorcee was branded to be inferior and not suitable to be a bride.

She couldn’t be blamed for her decision when the trust in a relationship is broken. Rightly put forth by a dialogue from Madhavan ‘Wasn’t I the one who is to blame? Why are we tormenting her? Is my mistake acceptable because I’m a Man?’

Another Instance K. Balachander ‘s finesse struck me was when Azhagu (Raghava Lawrence) says that our society considers the act of Divorce subservient yet turns a blind eye on broken relationships as long as they are still bound by the License of marriage.

Marriage is a social construct.

A binding agreement that keeps relationships

apart in the name of better welfare for relationships, The Irony.

On Similar lines, I’d love to narrate my experience with one of the best movies I was able to witness recently – Sufiyum Sujathayum.

July 11th, Saturday (23.00 – 1.00)

The Timing matters, I’d say

Because It was raining here in Chennai during a few scenes and it amped up the whole experience. Sujatha being mute was emblematic to the ‘One has no voice in society’s say of a forbidden relationship’

The Sufi saint and his invisible shackles that kept him away from Sujatha yet brought him closer to her through music was poetic yet agonising.

Art inched them closer.

When men split them apart art failed and died in vain.

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