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Dec 20, 2025

Sreenivasan: The Genius Who Wrote Himself As The Loser, Completes His Earth-Internship. Moves On.

Sreenivasan - script writer, actor and director, was the sharpest mirror Kerala (cinema) ever held up to itself. He excelled at playing guys who got laughed at on screen while he stayed as the invisible genius behind the scene. Like Socrates annoying the hell out of Athens with uncomfortable truths, Sreenivasan spent the 1980s and 1990s poking Kerala society right where it was faking the truth, through characters who were losers, dreamers, and perpetual underdogs.

While Mohanlal became a superstar playing the charming rogue in films like Nadodikkattu, Pattanapravesham, Gandhinagar 2nd Street or Sanmanassullavarkku Samadhanam, it was Sreenivasan's scripts that made those characters iconic. He literally built Mohanlal's career in the eighties, all while playing the bumbling sidekick who suffered all the humiliation. The man wrote himself as the butt of every joke and saved the hero moments for others. That takes something rare, the confidence to know your genius doesn't need validation from playing the hero, and the humility to look foolish for the sake of a better story.

Sreenivasan wasn't just cracking jokes for time-pass. Through his scripts and stories his intent was to point out everything that was fake about Kerala society, the pseudo-intellectuals quoting Marx without understanding workers (while playing that pseudo intellectual in Sandesam) , the corrupt politicians wrapping themselves in party flags, the broken education system churning out certificates instead of thinkers, the phonies climbing social ladders on other people's backs. 

His dialogues became memes decades before the internet made memes a thing. Even now, Malayalis quote his lines like they're quoting their own grandfather's wisdom because they cut through pretense without mercy. And even if the man has exited stage left, no one should still say anything about Poland (Polandine patti oraksharam mindarathu!).

What made him dangerous was his refusal to dress up the truth. No diplomatic language, no careful word choice to avoid hurting feelings. His characters said exactly what everyone thought but kept bottled up inside (except in Kannur, where Sreenivasan was from.) Through films like Vadakkunokkiyantram and Chinthavishtayaya Shyamala, he exposed life's casual cruelties, society's convenient double standards, and people's Olympic-level talent for hypocrisy, all while keeping audiences entertained that they forgot they were getting an education.

What separated him from every other satirist was, Sreenivasan never climbed on a soapbox. He understood something fundamental about human nature that most artists miss entirely. The common man doesn't wake up wanting philosophical lectures or moral lessons delivered with a wagging finger. He wants to be told a story. He wants to laugh at something real, recognize himself in a character's failures, and maybe, just maybe, see his own life a little more clearly by the time the credits roll.

And so Sreenivasan became the fool/loser. Not because he lacked the talent to be the hero, but because he understood that truth arrives more gently when it's wrapped in laughter. He made himself small so his ideas could grow large. He took the beatings, the rejections, the humiliations on screen, knowing that somewhere in the audience, someone was seeing their own struggle reflected back and felt alright, there were other people too like them in this world.

In every room he entered, whether as writer, actor, or director, Sreenivasan was the smartest person there. But he had the wisdom to hide that intelligence behind a self-deprecating smile and a character who couldn't catch a break. Because the greatest teachers don't announce their lessons. They tell you a story, make you laugh, and let you discover the truth on your own, long after the laughter fades. 

That's not just craft. That's grace.

SREENIVASAN
April 195? - 20th Dec 2025

P.S - I am lucky our Earth internships overlapped 

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Dec 19, 2025

End of Year List - Podcasts I found in 2025

This is my customary end of the year list post, probably the only one this year. Somewhere along our evolutionary path in 21st century, I have also mutated into a headphone wearing biped like many you encounter on subways/buses/sidewalks. I have also became one of those people who listens to books or podcasts more than reading books – a development that would have horrified my younger self. But here we are. 

These days, with AntennaPod (a podcast app ) as my faithful companion, I'm satisfying my intellectual curiosities through my earbuds rather than turning pages. Maybe it's the multitasking appeal, I can absorb fascinating content while fixing dinner on weekdays or taking walks. Or maybe podcasts just hit that sweet spot between casual consumption and serious learning that books sometimes miss.

I've deliberately left out the podcasts I've raved about in previous year-end posts that I continue devouring – the usual suspects like Philosophize This, Memory Palace, 99% Invisible, The Fall of Civilizations etc. This year's list is all about my fresh discoveries, the shows that made 2025 intellectually richer.


Telepathy Tapes with Ky Dickens: This newer podcast had me questioning everything I thought I knew about consciousness and human connection. Dickens explores documented cases of non-speaking individuals with autism communicating telepathically, backing these extraordinary claims with scientific rigor rather than new-age hand-waving. As someone fascinated by the intersection of consciousness and quantum mechanics, I found myself completely absorbed by the implications. It's the kind of podcast that makes you stare at the ceiling at 2 AM wondering about life, universe and everything you think you know but you do not, even though you know the answer is 42, not 67.


The Civil War and Reconstruction with Richard Youngdahl: Sometimes you need a no-nonsense deep dive, and this podcast delivered exactly that. It methodically walks through the entire chronology of America's bloodiest conflict without getting bogged down in academic jargon or trying to be too clever. Perfect for someone like me who appreciates history but doesn't want to slog through a 900-page biography of Grant just to understand Vicksburg.

Heavyweight with Jonathan Goldstein: How did I miss this gem for so long? Jonathan Goldstein's approach to human interest storytelling is absolutely addictive, he helps people resolve decades-old mysteries and interpersonal puzzles with the persistence of a detective and the heart of a therapist. Each episode feels like emotional archaeology, digging up buried family secrets and forgotten friendships. I binged through multiple episodes like they were potato chips, still got a long way to go - which is a good thing.

The Neuron: Since I already subscribe to their newsletter, having the audio version felt like a natural extension. It's become my go-to source for understanding how emerging AI technologies are reshaping our world, delivered without the breathless hype or apocalyptic dread that plagues most AI coverage. Just solid analysis of how these tools are actually changing how we work and think.

The Pie: An Economics Podcast: Economics has become one of my late-blooming intellectual interests, and this offering from the Becker Friedman Institute at UChicago hits the perfect educational sweet spot. They tackle complex economic concepts through varied lenses without assuming you have an MBA, making it ideal for curious minds who want to understand how money actually moves through the world.

ThinkFuture: Chris Kalaboukis manages to marry technology and philosophy in ways that feel natural rather than forced. His exploration of how emerging tech intersects with age-old philosophical questions about human nature and society.

The End of The World with Josh Clark: This 10-episode series from the Stuff You Should Know co-host consumed my attention like an audiobook thriller. Clark examines various apocalyptic scenarios with scientific rigor and dark humor, making existential dread oddly entertaining. It is a very short podcast series which is more like an audiobook. I binged through it in a few days.

Tech Brew Ride Home: My daily dose of Silicon Valley water-cooler gossip, delivered with just enough snark to keep tech news from becoming unbearably dry.

Search Engine with PJ Vogt: Vogt's approach to making sense of our chaotic world one question at a time feels perfectly suited to our current moment of information overload and cultural confusion.

History of Religion by J.A. Graham: Currently working my way through his deep dive into Christianity's origins and evolution. It's academic but accessible. 

There are undoubtedly more podcasts worth mentioning. Maybe that's next year's list. For now, these podcasts have kept my brain happily occupied while my reading pile gathers dust.

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Dec 17, 2025

Homebound (Netflix 2025) with Neeraj Ghaywan and Vishal Jethwa

Vishal Jethwa is my actor discovery of the year. I had no clue this guy existed until Netflix dropped Homebound into my weekend queue. What makes his story even more compelling is learning about his journey - a kid raised by a single mother, taking the scenic route that outsiders are forced to navigate in Bollywood, yet still managing to hold his own against the more pedigreed Ishan Khatter (Neelima Azeem's son and Bollywood actor Shahid Kapoor's brother).

Vishal Jethwa(l), Ishaan Khatter(r) - a scene from Homebound (2025)

The real kicker though is Homebound marks the triumphant return of Neeraj Ghaywan - my and probably India's rediscovery of the year. Ghaywan, the blogger-film critic ditched his corporate cubicle to chase his filmmaking dreams. His debut film - Masaan back in 2015 wasn't just groundbreaking because it launched Vicky Kaushal into Bollywood (tauba tauba..) it was revolutionary because Ghaywan tackled heavyweight themes like caste, class, and discrimination with the subtlety of a master craftsman and it made its all the way to Cannes and won a couple of awards.

Homebound took him back to Cannes again this year, above is the proof.

What sets Ghaywan apart is his authentic understanding of humiliation and institutional cruelty experienced by the downtrodden and lower caste/class people in India  – the kind that comes from lived experience, not research papers. Although Ghaywan grew up in urban in India of the 80s and 90s, going to prominent schools and almost never came out as 'Dalit' till he entered the film field later in his life. As a Dalit filmmaker, he brings a visceral understanding of what it means to navigate a world designed to keep you out. This is filmmaking from the trenches, created from blood, sweat, and tears rather than market research and focus groups. I have zero patience for fantasy fiction that exists in some make-believe bubble, but Homebound is cinema that matters.

Homebound continues the Ghaywan's unflinching style taking us along the life journey of two lifelong friends – young men from different discriminated backgrounds, one facing religious prejudice, the other caste discrimination. Jethwa and Khatter completely shed their Bollywood personas (though I'm not entirely sure Jethwa had one to shed in the first place) and deliver performances so grounded and vulnerable you forget you're watching actors.

The story unfolds before and during the pandemic, which hit me like a revelation about how differently COVID played out across the globe. All I experienced in my small-town America was minor 'conveniences' like working from home for a month and the great toilet paper shortage scare, India faced something entirely more devastating. The sudden shutdown didn't just pause life – it destroyed livelihoods overnight, forcing millions to walk thousands of miles back home when the entire transportation network collapsed. It was an unnecessary human catastrophe layered on top of an already devastating health crisis.

Throughout the film, B.R. Ambedkar's framed portrait appears like a gentle reminder - the Dalit statesman who studied at Columbia and LSE and architected India's Constitution. His presence in these frames speaks to unfinished promises and the persistent gap between constitutional ideals and street-level reality.

Homebound isn't just probably the best Hindi film of 2025 – it might just be the best, period. It's the kind of movie that reminds you why cinema exists in the first place: to show us ourselves, warts and all, and maybe help us figure out how to be a little more human in the process.

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Dec 16, 2025

Ouseppinte Osyathu (2025)

Ouseppinte Osaythu is one of those rare Malayalam films that sneaks up on you. What begins as a taut thriller gradually transforms into something more profound, a deeply human story that lingers long after the credits roll.

The movie rides primarily on the shoulders of Dileesh Pothan, who delivers a performance that reminds you why directors-turned-actors are becoming such a compelling trend in Malayalam cinema these days. But this movie isn't a one-man show by any stretch - Shajon, who could easily be considered a co-lead, matches Pothan's energy with a nuanced portrayal that keeps you invested in the story's emotional core.

Director Sarath Chandran R.J. crafts the narrative with remarkable restraint, allowing the thriller elements to breathe without overwhelming the character development. The film's setting across various towns in Kerala's Idukki district becomes almost a character itself, with the mountainous terrain and small-town dynamics providing an authentic backdrop.

What impressed me most was how the supporting cast elevated every scene they appeared in. Vijayaraghavan, as the family patriarch, brings gravitas without falling into the trap of melodrama that such roles often demand. His presence anchors the film's emotional weight beautifully. Lena, Zarin Shihab, and Hemanth Menon round out the ensemble with performances that feel organic to their characters' world.


The film's greatest strength lies in its understanding of pacing. Where many thrillers rush toward their revelations, Ouseppinte Osaythu takes its time, building tension through character interaction rather than manufactured suspense. By the time the thriller mechanics give way to the story's more human concerns, you're so invested in these people that the genre shift feels natural, even inevitable.

The cinematography captures the beauty of Idukki without romanticizing it, presenting these locations as places where real people live real lives rather than picture-postcard destinations. The technical aspects never draw attention to themselves, which in a film like this is exactly what you want.

If there's a minor quibble, it's that the film occasionally feels a bit too measured in its approach, but that's hardly a fault when the alternative is the breathless pacing that mars so many contemporary thrillers. 
In a year where Malayalam cinema has delivered some impressive outings, this film stands out as one of 2025's better offerings.

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Dec 8, 2025

Ponman, featuring the "actor" Basil Joseph

Basil Joseph has been having an identity crisis for sometime now or maybe this was his endgame - to be an actor. Basil figured out that the best way to get the exact performance you want is to give it yourself. He hits an incredible home-run with the 2025 movie, Ponman, directed by Jotish Shanker. 

Following in the footsteps of Dileesh Pothan, who made the seamless transition from behind the camera to in front of it, Basil has delivered what might be his strongest acting performance yet in Ponman. It's funny how all these directors are suddenly discovering they can act better than half the people they've been directing.

Ponman arrives as one of 2025's better offerings, showcasing Basil's metamorphosis which has been happening since Jaya Jaya Jaya He (2022). Gone is the slightly awkward energy we've come to associate with his earlier acting attempts - here he's completely comfortable in his skin, delivering dialogue with the kind of natural rhythm that comes from understanding exactly what the scene needs. You can see the director's brain working behind the actor's eyes, but instead of feeling calculated, it feels precise. 

What makes Ponman particularly effective is how Jotish Shanker has positioned it in Kollam and captured the suffocating nuances of the dowry system. This is not just another family drama - it's a surgical examination of how gold becomes the measuring stick for a girl's worth. The entire narrative revolves around the crushing weight of expectation that families work their entire lives to accumulate enough gold ornaments for their daughter's wedding day. 

 The supporting cast, particularly Lijomol and Sajin Gopu, complement Basil's performance without getting overshadowed by his transformation. Lijomol especially brings a quiet dignity to her role. Sajin Gopu, as always, delivers with that effortless naturalism that makes you forget you're watching someone act. 

Jotish Shanker's direction keeps the focus tight on the family dynamics without getting preachy about the social commentary. The dowry system critique emerges organically from the characters' actions rather than through heavy-handed dialogue, which is probably why the movie works as well as it does. By the time the wedding sequences arrive, you're not just watching a celebration - you're watching the culmination of a system that has consumed everyone involved. 

Ponman might not revolutionize Malayalam cinema, but it does what good regional cinema should do, holds up a mirror to a specific community's practices while telling a universally relatable story about family expectations and the price we pay for tradition.

 
 

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Dec 1, 2025

Monkey (2025) - another Stephen King story-turned-into-movie

When Stephen King christened his malevolent wind-up monkey back in 1980, he probably didn't envision Theo James wrestling with the cursed thing decades later. But here we are with director Osgood Perkins (fresh off his Longlegs success) bringing this particular nightmare to life. It's about time someone tackled King's shorter works without completely butchering them.
 
The Monkey follows twin brothers Hal and Bill, both played by James in what amounts to a one-man show of familial dysfunction. The premise is deliciously simple, a toy monkey bangs its cymbals and people die in increasingly creative ways. It's King at his most straightforward, which is probably why Perkins manages to keep the adaptation relatively faithful without drowning it in unnecessary subplots.
 
James does solid work carrying the dual role, though the film occasionally stumbles when it can't decide if it wants to be darkly comic or genuinely terrifying. The horror beats land well enough, but the comedy feels forced at times, like watching someone try too hard to make you laugh at a funeral. Perkins has a good eye for atmosphere, but he's still finding his voice as a director - you can see flashes of brilliance buried under what feels like studio-mandated crowd-pleasing moments. The real star here is the monkey itself, a genuinely unsettling piece of practical effects work that puts most CGI creatures to shame. There's something deeply wrong about watching this thing move, and Perkins knows exactly how to frame it for maximum discomfort. King adaptations are tricky beasts, too faithful and they feel stagey, too loose and they lose what made the source material work. The Monkey finds a decent middle ground, even if it doesn't quite reach the heights of King's best screen translations. It's competent horror film making that respects its source without being enslaved by it. A decent and quick onetime watch.
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