Mirai vs Manufactured Heroes

I just watched Mirai — and what a blast of fresh air it was.

Here’s the catch: the hero, abandoned by his mother, is tested by life’s storms. Yet, no grudges, no self-pity, no lifelong revenge plan. Instead, a hero who faces adversity without blaming society. Imagine that — a protagonist who protects rather than punishes. That’s called dharma.

Now contrast this with the cinema fed to us by the “usual suspects” — the Old Khxxxns, Devgxxxns, Gulzxxrs, and their modern Leftist cheerleaders. Their recipe for a hero? One who breathes revenge, not responsibility.

Villains? In propaganda movies, villains magically morph into caste caricatures, or conveniently belong to one particular religion, caste, or community. Politicians, too, always with that saintly “sacrifice” glaze. Because of course, the “common man” suffering is just not cinematic enough unless filtered through ideological bias.And to top it off, true gurus are lampooned as comical saffron-robed charlatans. Always conveniently from a caste, religion, or community that makes for easy punching bags. Ever seen them show a Sikh langar feeding millions, or the quiet generosity of Dokkala Seetamma? Or even acknowledge centuries of dana and service at Guruvayyur, Tirupati, or Kashi? Of course not — such truths don’t fit the narrative.

But in Mirai, the villain is universal — power-hunger itself, a universal human flaw. No caste labels, no lazy tropes. Just raw meagerness of power, and how it corrodes. And the hero? He doesn’t hoard power to feed people like some messiah. He destroys the villain’s power so it can’t be misused against the public. He clears the storm, he drives away the pirates, he battles the sea-monster — so the fishermen can fish in peace. That’s empowerment. Not spoon-feeding, but protecting space for self-reliance.

There’s even a nod to Jatayu — that great bird from the Ramayana who gave his all in sacrifice. Contrast that with the Left’s idea of “sacrifice,” which usually involves politicians posing as martyrs while clinging to perks.

Then comes the sermon on “intolerance.” Slightest mention of Indian Itihasa (no, not “mythology,” but Itihasa — meaning it happened), and the outrage brigade descends: shouting, questioning, crying foul. But flip the coin, and you’ll see their own “tolerance” record — which looks like Swiss cheese. Ever seen one of them take a consistent stance? Just one? (Read again, I said good example, not just any random soundbite.) Spoiler: you won’t find one.. And of course in this movie, no lecture on “intolerance” here. B

And when someone like Sadhguru says, “Respond, don’t react to injustice,” suddenly, that’s branded intolerance too. Oh come on, give us a break. Show me one instance — just one — where the calm, peaceful civilizational culture of 5,000 years initiated violence--- Zero. Zilch. Nada.. because in our ethos, 5,000 years strong, violence was never initiated — only resisted. Reactions? Sure, when pushed to the wall. But initiations? That’s on the other side.

Mirai reminds us that respect doesn’t come from making people suffer. That only breeds fear, and fear always crumbles. True respect is earned by standing guard for society, by letting people thrive in their own strength.

No vulgarity, no nudity, no fake angst. Just clean storytelling, real values, and a hero who destroys exploitation rather than feeding ideology. In short: Mirai gives us back the definition of a hero we almost forgot.

Refreshing? Beyond words.

Punchy? Absolutely.

Necessary? More than ever.