
THE BARD OF THE BRUTES
Selvaraghavan spouts eloquent about dancing on a knife, about death being the biggest orgasm, about living life in the midst of rainfall, and, oh, about his forthcoming film.
JUL 03, 2009 – SELVARAGHAVAN IS A COMPACT MAN in a casual T-shirt, and as he seats himself opposite me, in an office that’s as sparely appointed as he is, he extracts a cigarette from a slender carton. Esse Lights. The question he directs to me isn’t whether I’d mind but whether I smoked. There’s either something about my face that gives off guilty fumes of a former addiction, or he’s simply the kind of guy who does exactly what he wants – if he stumbles into company, that’s fine, otherwise he’ll soldier on alone and regardless. Perhaps the numerous struggles in his ... [Follow Original Article link for full content.]