R. R. Madan’s ‘Aa Naluguru’ is an exemplary example of how many thought-provoking questions could be asked in a single story. While giving his protagonist a learned and principled personality, R. R. Madan makes a mortal possession like money his antagonist.
Throughout his story, the writer reveals how most people are stuck chasing the foolish dream of grabbing as much money as possible irrespective of the consequences. As the story unveils, the audiences are asked many questions. Should we believe in astrology? Is an eye for an eye a true form of justice? Is there a shortcut to achieve success? Is it our duty to help the fellow members of our society?
While R. R. Madan answers most of the above-mentioned questions in a clever way, there is one question that he continues to ask throughout his story and this question is ‘When given a choice to choose between values and money, what would people choose?’
Though in theory, personally many of us might say we would choose values, the reality isn’t that easy. Through this story, R. R. Madan shows how money could even make a principled man kneel before it. ‘Aa Naluguru’ is a tragedy that is well written while paying utmost respect to all of its characters.
The art of writing a family drama isn’t simple. Especially if your story has all emotions in it. This is exactly what Srikanth Addala’s ‘Brahmotsavam’ tried to do. The writer through his story wanted to convey the essence of life and honestly, this story could have done it.
However, Srikanth Addala’s ‘Brahmotsavam’ is filled with so many characters that many of them did not even serve a single purpose meaning their existence wasn’t important. Then why did Srikanth Addala create so many characters? Because his story is based on a huge united family but I suppose that this united family in the director’s imagination is a single entity rather than so many individuals. So when a huge family is considered as a single entity, what happens is that the members of this specific family serve no individual purpose.
Let’s assume that every one of us considers the family to be a single entity just like Srikanth Addala did. Then will ‘Brahmotsavam’ story make sense? Unfortunately, no. This is because even after letting go of some characters without paying attention, ‘Brahmotsavam’ isn’t complete. Many elements shown in the film are not interrelated since scenes in the film do not follow a sequence and new characters keep popping up now and then. This leaves the audiences the task of connecting the dots using their imagination. If they do not connect the dots, the audiences are confused!
So if characters were given a proper introduction, if the necessary context for every scene is established and if the story is written cautiously, will ‘Brahmotsavam’ work? Yes. It might have been a decent thought-provoking story. However with scenes jumbled, dialogues being ambiguous and a few characters brought in for no specific reason, Srikanth Addala’s ‘Brahmotsavam’ failed in conveying its main purpose and it is unfortunate as the story’s motivation was fascinating.
Exactly two months before I was getting ready to leave to Germany for my masters, my elder brother told me, “Everything changes once you step out of your home to achieve something. It is like breaking out of the cocoon, wanting to enjoy the colorful world around you but only when you fly will you understand that home was a lot better. Mark my words beauty isn’t about the color or elements around you but the self-discipline and inner peace within you.”
As I listened very keenly, he continued, “I might not have traveled around the world but I have been in a hostel for many years now. Always remember no matter how worse things get around you never give up and never change yourself because wherever you go, you are always someone special and always try learning the best from everything.”
Two months passed by and I packed my bags. Brought jeans for the first time in my life. Twenty-one years in India and I never needed the thick bottoms that would take away so much of my pleasure of winds tickling my legs even though they were most common in his country. Hugging my parents as they embraced me back, I left with my sister who is pursuing her Ph.D. to Germany.
Everything was new, right from the cold climate to the new language and never in his life did I wear so many clothes to just stop shivering in the cold winds. In India, most say the summer season is worse only because they haven’t felt the winter for real. The first two days I did do nothing but stay indoors enjoying the warmth from the heaters and on the third day, something curious happened.
On my walk to the city center of Leipzig looking at the magnificent stone sculptured churches that were beautifully crafted and enjoying the cold winds tickling me under my thick black coat while watching cute babies running around. The best thing I liked was their smile as cute and sweet as a baked cake creamed all over and I knew well enough that innocence is what gifts them such beauty.