Last Friday 22nd of July was the release of
“Thalaivar’s” movie titled Kabali.
I know.
Old news.
If you are in India, chances are, you know all about this
movie and by now you must have read atleast 10 reviews about it. I am waiting for my blog friend Gils’ review
of the movie.
My city Chennai, where the Thalaivar belongs was in a frenzied mode last week – even the roads, were bubbling with
activity. The RJ’s of every Radio
station worth its salt had to run some shows on the movie for at least a
week. I was surprised that the
organisation that I work for is also running some games from last week for
Kabali fans. Here is a sample for you.
I just figured out that there was a Movie theatre on my way to
work and I have been travelling that route for the last couple of years and
have never noticed it, for the life of me.
On 22nd, I saw a big rush in a particular spot which normally
goes unnoticed during my drive and I also saw cops there managing the
crowd. Initially I thought there must
have been an accident but only when I
saw Kabali posters I realised that was/ is a theatre.
Anyway FB is filled with FDFS for Kabali from almost
everyone whom I seem to have in the friends list.
FDFS you wonder?
First Day First Show.
I felt like the odd one out amongst so many hard-core fans
around me – workplace, neighbours, friends, relatives. Some of my elite friends in US were having
special screening for small groups of people.
I wonder how they manage that. I
didn’t feel like watching the FDFS – no not even a remote wish.
Even If I got a ticket, I want
really interested. Not that I attempted to get one. Dennu, my college kid was just like me. No talk about FDFS for Kabali not the later shows. On Friday evening he was narrating how one
of his friends in class was crying because she couldn’t watch FDFS but managed
to get tickets at a theatre called Albert the next day and my son apparently
seems to have advised her not to go to that theatre as the crowd that normally
come there is not their “TYPE”. ( I
should figure out how he got to know that – that is for a later day)
But all these rage for Rajini got me back into my childhood
Wind back to CIRCA late 70’s / early 80’s
I must have been in class 4 or so and I was a true blue
Rajini fan. Hmm yes. You heard me right.
There were two popular south Indian actors then, my
generation of those days of yore, who we would
vie for - Kamal Hassan or
Rajinikanth. Amongst my cousins who were
my bum chums, we had two groups the Kamal fans and the Rajini fans. Every Sunday after the evening mass, we (
four families) get together in my Uncles house on the way to church and the
kids get to play and the elders get to chat.
Television had not penetrated our families and we got to do some real
time bonding activities.
One of the activity that I remember was the animated story
telling. My older cousin ( he must have
been in his 8th or 9th standard) would narrate to us
stories of the movies that he gets to see.
And he was the head of our Rajini Fan club. He watched only Rajini movies.
His narration would start with even the title screens “Tan-ta-daaan” starring Rajinikanth, the directors name
etc.,. Fights go with the “ Dishoom Dishoom “
sound, when there is an animal in the movie then the sound of the animal
is mimicked like the Gallop of the horses or the trumpet of an Elephant, hand
gestures thrown in liberally, every shot
is explained in detail which includes Rajinis dresses, his unique mannerisms,
his hair styles, his accessories, every accompanying sound track and we the
Rajini fans would be mesmerised to a point where we had gooseflesh on us. The story telling would go on until we get
the call from our parents to get back. Usually a movie will go on for more than
4 or 5 weeks and I remember imagining those scenes in my head, much after the
story was told. The subsequent Sunday I also remember helping the narrator with the point where he had
stopped.
Memories of my younger-mesmerised-Rajini-Fan-Self came
flooding back and a smile is plastered on my face. Most Rajini fans around me are relating it to
the movie’s release. :-)
P.S:
I should call Gijo Chetan and tell him how much he is
remembered.
