Thalaikoothal

Its an incredibly beautiful movie communicating an incredibly difficult human attribute viz., love, with incredible simplicity. Love to those who haven't loved and lost may not be the same as those who have loved, lost and taken years to regroup wondering was there anything else that they missed which would have prevented their loss. I mean, the multi-billion dollar medtech and pharma industry owes a significant share of its bottomline to the heart strings of the later. They would put their own life and that of the rest of their loved ones on hold ceasing to count their days and months as they wait for that one bat of the eyelid or one twitch of the non-existent curl of the lip. And the value those who have loved and lost place making their loved ones find THEIR OWN expression, even for a moment longer can not be measured in rupees or dollars.

I loved the movie: the unpretentious care the family bestowed on the bedridden with the unobtrusive intertwining of the flow of his story made me proud to share the same lineage, a thamizh ponnu. The subtle cross reference introduced by the portrayal of the intact swallowing instinct of a fellow villager in a not too dissimilar condition to the dependency on enteral-tubes for nourishment of the hero was truly humbling; it made me wonder if the design of the enteral-nutritional aids could do more to reduce the burden of the carer in explicit withdrawing the provision of nourishment indicating debilitation of natural expression.