Cry, my beloved country
In this world of wild social media, the word of mouth too has much power to convince a person about what is good, bad or ugly. For the last one week I was being asked by a couple of my cinema-addict friends to go and see a Tamil film by name ‘Amaran.’ They were persuasive. I said I do not know Tamil. They said, there is english sub-title. So, I landed in DRC Cinemas.
It is a real to reel story. A biographical love and war drama based on a Hindu Major Mukund Varadarajan, a Tamilian married to Malayali Christian girl. A love story. Also, a war story. Story of Rashtriya Rifles fighting the terrorists in Kashmir.
The film narrates Mukund’s life’s journey starting from his student days at Madras Christian College and falling in love with a girl, his future wife Indhu Rebecca Varghese, joining Indian army, resolving initial vehement resistance for the marriage from both the families, getting married, separation due to call of duty, begetting a baby girl, happy reunion on leave and life goes on. He also rises in rank as Major, had even a foreign posting as part of UN Mission in Lebanon which is shown in the film for a fleeting second.
Then the turning point. He was deputed from his parent 22 Rajput Unit to the Rashtriya Rifles and posted in the Shopian district of Jammu and Kashmir.
The challenging and tragic drama of his life begins from here at a roller-coaster speed with much blood and gore. With much anxiety back at home for his wife and her family members. The way this scene is depicted on the screen is very moving and disturbing as it is traumatic to his wife who could hear the bang-bang of explosion as her husband’s phone remains switched-on but his voice absent.
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