Maanguyile Poonguyile? WTH?

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I need to and I have to start with this. My parents are growing old and love jamming to old songs at night. Post 10 PM, it is their time and they are allowed to play retro music however loud they can. 

One fine day, some random Maanguyile Poonguyile started playing and i had no option but to stare at the television. I noticed a lot of difference in the way things are looked at today and how it was in the past. We must remember that films are a way in which one can capture what is going on at that particular time/era. 

This particular song is from the film Karakaatakarn, directed by Gangai Amaran in 1989. Here are a few things i noticed. 

Men wearing expose clothes

In this particular song, the man is a singer/dancer who performs in temples. His attire is literally as colourful as anything could get and has frills. Readers, it does not stop there as the colours were hot blue, orange, and more. 

Protagonist wearing heavy makeup

In this specific song, the so-called hero was seen wearing lip colour, highlighter on his cheeks and chin. This comes as a shocker as Kanaka has subtle makeup, just the right amount. 



Female gaze

The female gaze is at its epitome here as to the contrary of what we usually watch, this song portrays women staring and enjoying the man. Kanaka is seen teasing the protagonist and trying to get his attention.  

No hierarchy for love 

Kanaka likes the dancer and admires all of his moves through the course of the song. Kanaka plays the Peek-a-boo game with the protagonist and tries to tease him all through the song. 

If you wish to watch the song, and go through the same experience like I did: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VfzuiE_nJ6w

This is clearly not what I wanted to write about after a long break on my blog, but hey, it caught my eye and I haddddd to. Anyhoo, if you have any more suggestions or just wish to comment about how jobless I am, you can do so. 

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