Who's the Hero?

It is understandable that the yesteryear heroine never recognized her "athan" just because he skipped shaving the stubble on his face, for a bit longer than usual, for a "disguise". It is understandable because, the basic assumption those days was that women were a species unfortunately doomed to possess a vacuous "mel maadi" but, on the bright side, destined for a possible candidature for the next solitary female statue in Chennai beach(albeit requiring them to quickly acquire arsonistic qualities after the demise of their unfaithful husbands).

What amuses me even after so many years of watching Tamil cinema is, why does the so called mean, tricky, treacherous villain never get it? His chief career skill, apart from involving in sleazy activities and roaring out the famous villainous laughter jig is supposed to be his ability to think up almost applaudably intricate plots against the hero. The villain medidates devilments to trouble the hero even when he is with his ladies.

He is almost like Hanuman, with the hero always in his heart, the only difference being, he also wants to shoot an arrow(or in comparatively modern times, a bullet) through the person in his heart. In some movies, the villain is almost like a scorned lover. His eyes turn red, his voice becomes rough and his whole body trembles during a confrontation with the hero. So, is it not right to assume that he would atleast recognise his heartthrob?

Interesting, no? Yet, this is one of the puzzles that are better not delved into(Now, don't ask me what I did all this while - I need something to write about).

We take the personality shifts and the bouts of "selective" amnesia in our politicians(omg, even actors and sportspeople and journalists and....lack of space) with amazing nonchalance. No wonder we pardoned the villain's "chilly" mistake :)