Realities and Facts

At last yesterday watched the movie "idli kadai", by Dhanush. “Idli Kadai” beautifully captures the peace, purity, and rootedness of village life - the calmness of one’s own land and the genuineness of simple living. It carries messages of parenting, honesty, and pure love, though it sometimes fails to connect emotionally or frame those themes deeply. The hero’s affection for the “idli kadai” symbolizes his bond with roots and values, but the film misses emotional depth in moments like his silent rejection of the boss’s daughter. Still, it reminds us that real strength lies in goodness and forgiveness - that ahimsa can silence ego and violence. But it has the reflections, avoiding the cinematic experience. Yes beyond the film, it reflects today’s world — where money and power dominate, and the poor or minorities are the most vulnerable. Escaping such systems is a struggle. The movie subtly reminds us that one’s village, parents, and birthplace - the soil that made us huma...

 Indian authorities the bjp far right wing under hindutwa model, polarize the nation and communalism to the extent that people kills the other. 

  Santosh isn’t just a film — it’s a mirror to the harsh truths of our society. It quietly but powerfully shows how caste, power, and gender work in everyday life, not just in villages but even in so-called modern India. It starts small — a widow gets her husband’s police job.  But step by step, we see how this system slowly corrupts her. Power never comes loudly — it seeps in quietly. At first, it feels like survival. Then it becomes habit. And soon, even good people start justifying wrongs, without even knowing they have crossed the line. One strong line hit me hard :  “Some we can't touch, some are untouchables.” That one dialogue says everything about our society. This film doesn't shout. It shows. In the silence, in the cramped police stations, in how Dalit voices go unheard, and how women in uniform are still controlled by men. Even when we want to raise our voice, we end up sitting in a corner — quietly watching the hatred grow. Sadly, today’s narrative is bec...