k, my cousin and I were shopping and we decided to take a to-go for dinner. He makes this ridiculous gesture of slurping gooey rice from his hands all the way to his elbow as if to say we eat thayir sadam like that! Jeez! How can someone not like thayir sadam? Beats me! A year back, we had gone to Atlanta to visit my maama. The other association that he makes with Tamil folks is "Thayir sadam". Serves me right for wanting to share Mouna Ragam with him :p And since then, whenever the topic of Tamil movies comes up, k goes, "Whaaa? You haven't seen Mouna Ragam, how dare you exist?" and so on.
#Nayagan 2008 full movie movie
I was very excited when k sat down to watch the movie and I made sure he caught all the nuances in the movie. Many years back, when k was still a novice at everything Tamil, I used to tell him that I could not marry him unless he was familiar with "Mouna Ragam". This whole discussion reminds me of another incident. And if I ever do, it will only be because I know he is going to cry seeing the same scene again!Īnyway, he agreed that it was indeed a good movie and that mollified me a bit. I swear, I will not watch Nayagan a third time with k. After the very same scene, he suddenly looked at me and said, "Wait! Isn't this the same scene for which you started crying that day? Ha haaaa!" And that was when I realized I would never ever watch this movie again with people who do not get as seriously involved in it as I do.Īnd today, I forgot all about that resolution and watched the movie with k. Not that they were nice and they consoled me or anything. Once they realized I was crying, the intense emotional scene was soon forgotten and I became the target of their attention. k and Swami were caught up in the scene and one of them turned to share something about the scene with me. I watched this scene and started crying silently. There was this really touching scene in the movie where Kamal Hassan asks to see his grandson for the first time and his daughter refuses and Kamal Hassan tries to deal with the denial, hide his tears while hoping his daughter would change her mind and he would catch a glimpse of his grandson. So, anyway, we started watching it and all of us became quite involved with the movie (Of course, such is the nature of Nayagan). Although Swami's mother-tongue was Tamil, he was a typical Bombayite like k - meaning, he began all his sentences with, "Abe saale.". k and I were good friends back then and I managed to convince k and his roommate, Swami to watch Nayagan with me. The last time I saw the movie was about 7 years back.
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