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Tldr - China's economic takeoff was enabled by radical social changes before 1978 that modernized society and built human capital. Key examples include the 1950 Marriage Law that broke traditional constraints and liberated women, alongside basic education and health improvements. India, in contrast, left its traditional social structures largely untouched.

My name is DQ. That's the name my father Mammootty, gave me, when my mother gave birth to me. I have a, not so famous cousin Maqbool Salmaan. I mention him only because father told me to mention him. Me, father, mother and sister live in a BIG house, away from the lower class.

I was a good kid. My biggest dream is that I could act alongside my father. I have worked on projects with father, but never acted with father.

My story begins when father, some time after our return from the nose surgeon, told me to go into the film industry. He said he'd help behind the scenes, but for all intents and purposes, it would look like he wasn't helping me at all.

With that, I came into the big bad world of Malayalam cinema. My first movie, 'Second Show', was a meh movie. But it was on that set that I met some of the lower class people for the first time. I was indifferent towards them. I monitored them for multiple days, observed thier mannerisms. I would later use this to act like them in my hit movie, 'Kammatti Paadam'.

My second movie, 'Ustad Hotel', was a great movie, there were big names like Thilikan, Mumaukkoya, Lena and Siddique. It is the movie, that I would say put me on the map. Just a side note, I let young Asif Ali be in the movie as well.

The lower class really loved my movie about them, and how an upper class DQ, stooped to become a lower class. I would later drive this plot into the ground.

Following this format in a more, light hearted way, was 'ABCD: American Born Confused Desi'. This is where I modified the format, so that I can return to the upper class, after spending time as a lower class. It was another success. This is also where I met Jacob Gregory. I really liked him, and decided to keep him around. Much like how every Rick needs a Morty, how every Nivin Pauly needed an Aju Varghese, I decided I wanted a Jacob Gregory.

After some more successes, like 'Bamglore Days', and 'Vikramadithyan'. I looked at trying to expand my fambase beyond the borders of Kerala. To truly impress my father, I went into Tamil. We will come back to this.

I came back to Malayalam, to put out some more bangers, like 'Charlie', 'Kali', and 'Kammatti Paadam'. That was where my rise to stardom in Kerala ended.

Much like the plot I drove into the ground, my own life story is reaching a down point, it kind of feels like I'm turning into a lower class with these movies. Of course I'm talking about, 'Jomonte Suvisheshangal' and the movie that kind of ended my career in malayalam, 'CIA (Comrade in America)'. After the latter, I was in the dumps. I was a laughing stock. No one took me seriously. Especially my father. That hurt me. Now I have to work harder to be the apple of his eyes. He's always hanging around with Maqbool. Things have to change.

And so my serious foray into other industries began. Tamil, Telugu, Hindi. I didn't gain any noteriety. The media referred to me as 'Son of Kerala Actor Mammootty'. I decided to come back to my roots.

'Oru Yamandan Premakadha'. Oof. That hurt. It was critically hated. I don't understand. This time I was an upper class throughout the movie, but I was rejecting th for lower class the whole movie. I was a professional lower class. What was the problem? I gave the audience what they wanted.

Ungrateful Keralites. I thought I would show them, by making it big in Hindi. I tried to pull one more Rabbit out of the hat. I used my old friend Malavika, to get me better contacts in Hindi. And then I finally got a movie, 'The Zoya Factor'. I was a co-star, to Sonam Kapoor. But hey, SRK was the narrator. This was meant to be my big break. Just like the plot I perfected, this is where I would go from low class Keralite DQ to high class Hindi DQ. It was gonna be a new high. If my movie plot was any good indicator. Things should've gone right.

Alas, things didn't turn out so well. I guess no-one like me. My Keralite fans, at this point had labelled me with 'Jaada', and saw me as a traitor for jumping onto the Hindi train.

I needed a whopper, to regain my loyal fanbase in Kerala. I get a proposal for a movie, where all I had to do was play an extended cameo, and not interfere in the plot. It was the perfect chance to get a good movie under my belt, and the best part, was I could be away doing anything else. Score.

In comes, 'Varane Avashyamund'. Starring Suresh Gopi and Shobana. I have to admit, it was quite the departure from my usual plot. I was uncomfortable. But I thought hard. I ce to the conclusion, that if the movie somehow failed, Suresh Gopi and Shobana would take the brunt of it. However, if it succeeds, I would also be able to bathe in that glory. It was a win, win.

The movie was a success, I gained a somewhat good reputation. I wasn't the high class Hindi DQ I had set out to be. But at least I wasn't a low class Keralite DQ. I was a high class Keralite DQ. I was back in Kerala. I could do no wrong. And I went onto make lots more successful movies, in Malayalam and in Tamil. Eventually, my name reached Hindi Land, and people came to watch the great Hindi DQ perform in Hindi Land, in Hindi movies. The End.

At least that's how it should've ended, if not for 'Maniyarayile Ashokan'. I setup my company Wayfarer Films. I had to make my movie from it. This is what I chose. The movie was, not great. I was getting deja vu. Luckily, I was only a cameo, so this should come on my record.

My acting abilities are slowly declining. My next few movies, I let my hair do the talking. Like in Kurup

KoK. King of Kotha. We hyped it so hard that the air in Kerala turned thick with our arrogance. My fans wanted it to be good. I needed it to be good. I told myself this was my Baahubali, my KGF. I was going to shed the urban, Uppercrust DQ and become a raw, massy, angry god of the masses.

The release day came. The morning shows were housefull. I sat in my private screening room, phone on silent, waiting for the tsunami of applause.

Instead, I got a trickle. Then silence. Then a flood... of laughs. Not the good kind.

And my father? He posted a story that morning a picture of a coconut tree. A coconut tree. No caption. No mention of my film. When I called him, he didn't pick up. He was in a car with Maqbool. Maqbool, heading to some archaic location shoot where he would be treated like a prince.

That hurt more than any critic. My father didn't just ignore my failure; he actively invested his attention in my rival. I was a ghost in my own legacy.

I fled. I went back to Tamil, Telugu, and Hindi as a refugee.

I took a script in Telugu called Lucky Baskhar.

And the universe, in its cruel, ironic sense of humour, decided to reward me. Lucky Baskhar became a monster hit.

But here's the bitter truth: it wasn't Kerala. It wasn't my people. They were still nursing their wounds, still whispering "Jaada" behind my back. They saw my Telugu success and called me a traitor who ran away from his own home. I couldn't win.

But the silence in my house in Kochi was deafening. I'd visit my mother, and she'd stroke my hair and say, "Come home, mone. Do a Malayalam film." She didn't understand that Malayalam cinema had become my personal Bermuda Triangle.

My father, meanwhile, started calling me. Not about films. About business. "Dulquer, invest in this property." "Dulquer, the tax consultant is coming tomorrow." We were a corporate entity, not a family. He was my CEO, and I was a struggling asset he was trying to salvage.

I decided to activate my ultimate fallback: Wayfarer Films. I had to produce. I had to control the narrative. I couldn't let directors and producers take the heat for my choices anymore. If I was going to fail, by God, I was going to fail on my own terms.

That brings me here. August 2nd, 2026. Today.

I'm Game. A Malayalam film. My grand, dramatic, "humbled" return to the motherland.

The title isn't a boast anymore. It's a question I ask myself in the mirror every morning. Am I game? Am I game to face the Keralite audience who have sharpened their knives? Am I game to see my father's face in the audience, waiting to judge my every micro-expression?

I need to regain my full reputation again. For that I need to awaken the masses. I release a trailer for 'I'm Game'. My fans want this to be a good movie. They know my reputation is on the line. I hype it up 100%. My fans hype it up 100%. If this fails, my reputation, will need much fixing. I might even have to hibernate outside Kerala, until this blows over.

I hope this movie succeeds. I hope father will talk to me for real. Not the social media, talking, but really talk. I don't know what the future holds. We'll just have to wait and see.

I will continue to butter everyone up in Hindi Land, Tamil, and Kerala. Who knows, I might need a favour from these guys one day.

This is DQ signing off. Bye. Also I'm rich.

Thapan Dubayehudi is one of the more prominent Jewish voices from Kerala and on Instagram he's full on Jew larping. But Thapan isn't ethnically Jewish. His father​ who was a screenwriter Santhosh AK is a Hindu. His mother is a ​Jacobite. His uncle is famous screenwriter Sajan AK who has written Suresh Gopi movies such as Chintamani Kolacase, Lanka, Kashmeeram etc.

He did convert to Judaism. But in his online videos and presence, he makes it seem that he was born Jewish and seems like an expert in Cochin Jews when he has only just passable knowledge on them.

He also claims he can speak 17 languages including Spanish, German, Portuguese, Russian, Ukrainian, Arabic, Hebrew, Chinese, Japanese. Sounds implausible. In 2021,when he published his book, he claimed he could speak 9 languages​​​​​​​​

I first came to know about him when he published a book called Selah the Jewish avengers. This was recommended by one of Thapan's friends. The book was really bad in that the plot made no sense and I gave up after 4 chapters. The story starts with a Russian international student in Kerala, she falls in love​​​​ with a Malayali in school, then they move to Moscow where he becomes a Russian mafia mob boss in 3 chapters with not much explanation.

Thapan has also gone to one of those military camps where he could larp as a soldier. This was in the UK.

He's married to an Austrian Jew and surprisingly his parents or Indian relatives didn't attend the ceremony in Kerala or Austria. Now currently is MAGA​​​​