So sometime back I was browsing around youtube and along the hops I kept digging through the archives of the 80s, the movies, scenes and the actors we grew up on. The ones I had crushes, small and big, the ones whom we’d want to emulate [in dreams only for fear of the dad slicing us and roasting us if we dared try in real life], and the songs. The songs that triggered some beautiful memories, the tunes rising through my voice sub-consciously, the words tumbling quick with surprise at memory, recognition and recollection.
I suppose one can spend a whole load of time in the past with these triggers on Youtube.
Agni Natchathiram [Dubbed in telugu as Gharshana] was one heck of a movie. In all aspects. A trailblazer for various aspects of details, the story, the camera, crisp dialogs, the fresh faces of suave Prabhu and with hot blooded Karthik. The dusky Nirosha to cute and spunky Amala. The chemistry between the pairs was electric.
I was wrapping up school then, and being 15 is as impressionable as it can get. The movies [Thank the Lord for Mani Ratnam] became more us. There were still dreamy songs, and illogical stories, but hey, thats what movies are for anyways, but they seemed to connect with what the youth were facing. A beginning, and to describe the effect of the movie, and the only words that keeps repeating in my head – Fresh and Young.
This scene brought a fun memory back. :–)
It’s hard to decide which song’s a favorite between the three. The other two were just okay for me.
Ninnukori Varnam’s such a fun modern number, Amala wooing Prabhu, gave many girls wild ideas, bold and outright brash. The creative ones stemmed off branching into more dangerous wild roads, ones on thinking back could raise a few eyebrows even now, while the bound ones stuck to simpler creative venues. Like giving rooms makeovers. Mine had some funky spreads up I picked up CP Art center, with flowers in bowls and straw mats covered with little trinkets, earrings, and bangles of various colors strung across the windows. Until of course mother decided we lived in a home and not some modern art gallery and they all came crashing down.
Karthik and Nirosha‘s cozying at the beach, raising temperatures. After Mouna Ragam, Karthik was the ultimate bad boy every girl in her not so right mind wanted a piece of. After the initial euphoria, we all decided Mohan, of course would make a better husband, as he seemed a whole lot easier, less stressful and stable for the kind of thoughts we held in our juvenile heads. Nirosha set many a heart fluttering. There she was in a swimsuit, a slim nice bod, glasses and a haircut that was promptly copied by the ones who could. oh, and not to mention that suddenly, being brown with an attitude was attractive, demanding and downright sexy. There was a charm about her in this movie that was hard to overlook and she stood her ground, despite Amala’s beautiful eyes, hair and just being Amala.
Later on she was whitewashed and made to look like a two-bit traditional girl [read: her un-natural self], that eventually led her down a winding path to failure. Goes to prove, don’t mess with nature.
Thoongatha Vizhighal Rendu despite the wind blown long tressed Amala looking fresh as a daisy, turned the heat up with Prabhu. Of course there was something about the guy’s dimples that I was all crazy about back then which may have contributed partly to why I feel the way about the song. Still, one of the most romantic, nicely done scenes.
The words and the music, a lovely harmony. Enjoy.