In essence, this blog is a scrapbook of my thoughts, production notes from my commissioned work as an editor, and a repository of my sentiments on Tamil Cinema—each expressed through atomic aloofness, minute musings, intense introspections, reckless reflections, and enduring essays, all accompanied by conversations, clashes, and commingling with other passionate individuals who share the same interests.
The purpose of all of this? I sincerely don’t know.
Perhaps I’ve arrived at an ambiguous conviction that what once shaped my childhood, defined my adolescence, molded my maturity, and profoundly carved the contours of my psyche no longer holds meaning. And what has no meaning, no weight, no value, no pulse—well, it’s simply dead.
Or perhaps these writings are my inevitable way of mourning the death of Tamil Cinema by memorializing its life and the lives of its authors, engineers, thespians, and financiers—those who nurtured, disciplined, and developed it throughout its existence.
On the other hand, this might seem oddly narcissistic on my part, but I am deeply concerned that everything seems to be losing its meaning. Given the finite amount of time left before I expire, I sincerely wonder whether I have done my part, and whether it holds any meaning. No, I am not afraid of my departure; rather, it’s more a question of whether I’ve earned it.
I am not optimistic about the declining health of Tamil Cinema, and as for hope, it is a trap I can no longer afford to fall into. That’s it. There is no contrasting cheerful twist to that statement.
So, if you gain any insight from my writings, I hope it contributes to tracing the advancement of human thought, expression, and critical thinking—from the textual to the audiovisual.
Thanks for reading,
V.