“Rajamouli’s name will be inscribed as the Indian cinema’s address to the world”

Vairamuthu has written a heartfelt letter to SS Rajamouli showering encomiums for his box office magnum-opus Baahubali. 

Here is the full transcription of the letter:

Dear Mr. Rajamouli,

I watched “Baahubali’. I haven’t come out of amazement, yet. The images of the film still flutter as butterflies few centimeters above my brows.

Is it another epic written on celluloid? Is it omnipresent sized poetry? Is it celebration of images? I wonder.

The first viewer of ‘Baahubali’ is you. Before the world watched the movie you were the first to see it with your mind. You haven’t missed even a millimeter of your vision while translating it to the art form through your hard work – your technical knowledge -your mastery over medium – your pain – your creative tension – your penance -I stand in wonderment because I understood all these and more.

Cinema is nothing but suspending disbelief- a lie invented through technology. Only the Director creates the belief system. The waterfalls and the mist hit your face; the body and the soul get drenched.

I saw a poet hiding inside Rajamouli when butterflies encircled dream girl disperse as butterflies flew away.

I saw a painter when an imagery of drifting lotus caught in the hands of a sculpture.

I saw the consummation of an artiste when the celebration of musicians, dancers and the people to announce the arrival of Baahubali reflected in the eyes of an elephant.

I saw imagination comparable to Mahakavi Kambar when Kattappa drew the sword and nextly a headless trunk wobbling away.

No one has ever staged a battle scene with so many details of war craft and magnificence. You have deployed all the aspects of new technologies to the fullest without a drop of leakage.

Tomorrow your name will be inscribed as the Indian cinema’s address tothe world.

I’m feeling proud of you while my lips murmur “here comes one among us to compete with the rest of the world”.

I extend all my good wishes, Mr. Rajamouli.

Yours Loving,

Vairamuthu

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