So I was watching an interview with the brilliant S. S. Rajamouli and he was talking about Ram’s opening scene in RRR.
He mentions how he had to play the character as ruthless and unstoppable. His determination is unmatched as he stops at nothing to pursue his one goal. He even breaks through thousands of people to reach one.
Rajamouli was speaking very highly of Ram Charan’s activity abilities to bring this scene to life. But he also says one thing that struck the director about the character of Rama Raju was that despite the fact that he is plowing through masses of men, striking and swinging his stick intent on finding one man, he does not look in the eyes of anyone he is hitting.
It reminded me of the interval fight scene when Ram comes to arrest Bheem and Bheem hold his face begging, “Will you look in my eyes once, brother?”
It’s as if Ram turns off a switch in his head and heart and begins to act just physical. Going through what he must to compete his mission. He shuts off his feelings and emotions attached like he had to do when killing his own father.
Because perhaps, just perhaps if he sits long enough and looks into the eyes of his own people who he must strike and wound, he would lose himself. Perhaps the shame would be too much and his spirit would break.
So he breaks down alone in his room twice with his punching bag. Cries, screams, breaks the wall.
And straps his uniform forgetting Raju and becoming Officer Alluri! This man’s emotions! You want to keep exploring him. Sorry for this rant but it was fun okay!
Me just really wanting to write a fanfic exploring the reason why Raju looks no one in the eye.
What do you think?
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You Will Be My Better Half
They had spent the day mostly riding. Bheem on his motorcycle, Ram on his horse. The journey back to the village where Mali and Seetha were, would be another few days. Bheem could feel the deep exhaustion setting in his bones. It has been a long night of fighting. Fighting for revenge on the British, punishment on the governor and his wife. It was also a night of freedom. Freedom for Bheem’s people. For Ram’s people. For their people.
Bheem stole a glance at Ram and saw the same exhaustion reflecting back. It has been a long day indeed and evening was approaching.
“Ram?” Bheem spoke up, “Do we camp here?”
Ram looked around as if noticing their surrounding for the first time. “Those trees look to be a good spot.” The officer nodded.
Bheem gestured for his anna to lead the way. After they had gotten reunited in the prison, Bheem had felt a great weight lifted off his chest. Knowing that Ram had survived filled his heart with peace. Many a night he had stayed awake, fearing the worst. That he would be too late. However, his prayers had been answered.
It took some time for both men to make camp ready for the night. Ram worked to gather firewood and Bheem made a warm soup out of some herbs he had found. As both men’s tasks came to end, they sat together in comfortable silence. Enjoying the warmth of the fire and satisfying their hunger with the soup.
Bheem noticed that Ram had finished his bowel quickly. It was himself that normally ate more out of the two of them. Perhaps his anna hadn’t eaten proper food during his imprisonment? The thought made a spark of guilt settle deep in the warrior’s gut.
“Bheem?” Ram’s voice broke his thoughts. The man was looking at him with concern, “Kya hai?” (What it it?)
Bheem shook his head as if to banish away the bad thoughts. He smiled, motioning to the bowel in Ram’s hands. “You like it, bhaee?” He asked.
Ram nodded looking content. Bheem took that as a sign and took the bowel from him, happily refilling it with more soup. “Eat.” He commanded fondly.
Ram accepted the bowel and smiled warmly at him. Bheem was reminded of the same smile he had been given when Ram had helped him prepare for the dance. Ram took Bheem’s hand and squeezed it.
“Thank you, Bheem.” He whispered sincerely.
Bheem understood it was gratitude for much more than the food. It was a thanks for finding him, for the prison break, for collecting the rifles, for helping to avenge Ram’s father. For being a brother.
Bheem nodded back warmly, bringing their clasped hands to his cheek and holding it close. “Forgive me,” He couldn’t hold back the words, “Forgive me, anna. For not understanding...”
Ram shook his head and held Bheem’s face in his hands so his brother would meet his gaze. “No,” He spoke firmly, “Forgive me, na tam’mudu.”
The old name made Bheem smile. “My duty is not more important than this,” Ram gestured between them, “And I…” He broke his gaze away, fiery eyes filled with emotion.
Bheem shifted closer to him and rested a hand on his shoulder. Ram grasped it tightly. “
You had a promise, Ram,” Bheem spoke gently, “Not just duty, a promise… to your father.”
Ram sobbed out, “I hurt you. I hurt you and I never wanted…” He covered his eyes, “Not you.”
Bheem didn’t miss a second. He pulled Ram into his chest and wrapped his arms around him.
“Bheem!” Ram wailed loudly, shoulders shaking as he gripped his brother’s shirt.
“Aiyo! aiyo!” Bheem rocked him slowly, “Shh, shh, shhh. You didn’t hurt me, anna. Nothing would hurt me more than being separated from you. I thought I’d lost you.” He hugged him tighter.
They both stayed that way, curled into each other, for some time. Each one thinking about their brotherhood, the recent events that has passed and the hell they had survived. After some time, Ram broke the silence.
“Bheem?”
“Hm?”
“You’re starting to squash me.”
Bheem grinned and released his tight hold. Ram stretched out over his legs. “Sorry,” He ruffled Ram’s hair softly.
“Brhatkaay ladaka,” Ram punched his arm lightly.
“Owa,” Bheem mocked pain, “Now I will tell you, you hurt me.”
Ram smiled and patted his cheek, “I’m sorry.” He said in all seriousness.
“Bhaee..” Bheem was going to chastise but Ram held his jaw firmly.
“No,” He shook his head, “Bheem, I’m sorry.”
Bheem swallowed thickly as he felt tears prick his eyes.
Ram brought their heads together, one hand still on his jaw, the other in his hair.“I’m sorry.” He repeated in a whisper.
Bheem nodded, “Me too.”
Ram nodded satisfied and gave Bheem a kiss on the head for good measure. “Let’s get some sleep,” He stated before getting up to tend to the fire.
Bheem shook out some blankets and laid them out. When Ram had added another log to the fire, he noticed Bheem watching.
“What?” He frowned.
Bheem silently opened his arms. With a sigh and a fond eye roll, Ram went over and laid down next to him. Bheem immediately flung himself on top and snuggled.
“Owww,” Ram grimaced, “I still have bruises.”
Bheem chuckled and snuggled deeper.
“You are a Bheem.” Ram laughed.
“Seetha is beautiful, anna,” Bheem patted his brother.
Ram’s eyes grew fond and soft, “She is.”
Bheem smiled, “You love her?”
Ram nodded still smiling.
“Ah, she loves you.” Bheem couldn’t keep the grin off his face.
Ram ruffled Bheem’s curls, “And you.”
“No anna, I…”
“She knows about you, Bheem,” Ram explained, “I wrote her letters.”
“Ah-hah!” The devilish grin was back, “You talked about me?”
The comment earned him a friendly whack on the head.“Hush!” Ram playfully growled.
“Mali asked about you,” Bheem looked at the night sky as he spoke, “She wants to meet the anna that saved her.”
Ram was quiet for a moment, then he spoke.“Bheem, you saved Mali. You delivered her back to her family and…”
Bheem laid a hand over his mouth, “Not without you, anna. I got Mali home, but not without you.”
Ram sighed, “Tomorrow we will see them both. And Jenny also.”
Bheem felt a smile tug at his lips, “And Jenny.”
Ram laughed, “Go to sleep.” He pushed him lightly down.
Bheem did lay back down. The crickets and crackling fire were the only sounds around them.
“Bhaee?”
“Mm-hmm?”
Bheem leaned himself upright a bit and raised his open hand with a smile. Ram understood the silent message. He opened his hand to meet Bheem’s and they both clasped their forearms tightly.
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Translations of a few Hindi/South Indian words, sorry if these are mistaken. Bhaee = brother
Anna = a term used for an older brother
Kya hai? = What is it?
Na tam’mudu = My younger brother
Aiyo, aiyo = Southern Indian term expressing distress, regret, grief, or surprise. Meaning= “Oh no!”
Brhatkaay ladaka = Big guy
Alright guys! What’s the verdict? This is my first RRR fanfic AND first time I shared it. Sorry but I just can’t help shipping them platonically so my fanfic will be them being cute bros!
I have a second part coming up because I couldn’t just leave Ram with all the angst now could I? This takes place after they shoot Governor Scott but before they return to the group at the end. I just felt like things needed to be said and hugs needed to be giving!
I will tag some of my followers, other fanfic authors that I love to read and those that said that I should share this here! Hope you don’t mind! Thanks!
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