Thiraikathai — Enum Poonai

Then the cat—your screenplay—looks at your blueprint, yawns, and knocks the coffee mug off the table.

When you watch Nayakan , you are not watching a plot. You are watching a cat that grew into a panther. When you watch Soodhu Kavvum , you are watching a stray that refuses to be neutered. When you watch Super Deluxe , you are watching seven cats in one house, all ignoring each other until the climax. I have written screenplays that were obedient. They had perfect structure. They followed every rule in Syd Field’s book. They were dead on arrival.

The great Tamil screenwriters—from K. Balachander to Mani Ratnam, from Crazy Mohan to Vetrimaaran—understood this. They did not build plots like brick walls. They built courtyards where the story could wander, nap in the sunlight, and occasionally scratch the furniture.

The same is true for a screenplay.

That is thiraikathai enum poonai . So the next time you struggle with a scene—when the dialogue feels wooden, the conflict forced, the emotion false—stop wrestling.

That gift, my friend, is cinema.

Pour a bowl of milk. Sit quietly. And wait. thiraikathai enum poonai

In Tamil cinema, the phrase “Thiraikathai enum poonai” (திரைக்கதை எனும் பூனை) has become a poetic axiom. It captures the writer’s struggle, the director’s frustration, and ultimately, the magic of a story that refuses to be caged. Rudyard Kipling once wrote, “The cat walks by himself, and all places are alike to him.” That is your first draft.

“A screenplay is a cat.”

But if you have ever tried to tame a cat—or write a film—you will understand the metaphor perfectly. When you watch Soodhu Kavvum , you are

At first glance, that statement sounds absurd. A screenplay is structure, discipline, and blueprints. A cat is chaos, independence, and fur.

Do you have a “cat screenplay” story? Share your writer’s war tales in the comments below.

And I have written pages at 2 AM, crying with laughter or despair, while a stray thought rubbed against my ankle. Those pages? They hissed at me for weeks. But eventually, they curled up in my lap and purred. They had perfect structure

Your screenplay is not a machine. It is a cat. It will come to you when it is ready. And when it does, it will bring a dead bird in its mouth—a strange, messy, beautiful gift that only it could catch.

You sit down with a perfect three-act structure. You have your inciting incident on page 10, your midpoint twist on page 55, and a climax that will bring the house down. You are the architect.