I sunk deeper into my seat, hoping nobody would recognise me in the theatre.
Sure, initially, I found it rather difficult to realise rather discomfitingly that I couldn’t utter a single word to my companion. After all, as Rajini says in Baasha, “Indian, pesalanaa sethuduvaan.”
How do you not end up watching a dud, and missing out on a masterpiece?
In a recent chat with me, the director expressed frustration at being repeatedly asked about it. Imagine being asked about your love for something, when it’s all you’ve done to try and lobby against that very thing.
Sometimes, when you look at your mother, perhaps as she is watching television or reading a newspaper, it’s easy to forget that she too bristled with your youth and harboured the promise of an exciting life once. It’s easy to assume that mothers were born looking the way they do today, saree and all. Of…
