Monday 16 February, 2009

Emosional Attyachar

Dev D:

Q: What would you do as a dad if you come to know that your teenage daughters MMS is being circulated in the world where she is having sex with her boyfriend?
A: You download it, see it, think what hav you done to see this day, fly off the handle with your daughter, say you did it knowingly and then when you cant take it.... shoot yourself?

OR

You take your daughter in arms and say it’s okay beta, you need not worry. It’s a mistake and we both would take care of it.

Well in the movie Dad goes ahead and shoots himself….

Think about it what would You Do?

The Movie. Yes I loved it. It’s irreverent, on the edge, full of questions and real picture of the world which India’s youth Inhabit, and on the name of Culture and Society We Refuse to see it or face it. We keep our head buried in Sand like an ostrich. Movie has an exception though that one or two of its main character actually takes a step which nobody in India actually takes.

In reality our youth (I could not fathom why) just put scales on their eyes and follow the footstep of parent, staring with scaly eyes up to the stage of burying their heads in sand.

It is typical Dev Das story complete with Paro and Chanda. But all have changed in contemporary. Paro loves Dev and goes to any extent, from sending her Top Less photo to Dev in London, to rolling her bed on her own to go to fields to be with her Dev. Dev spurns her and Paro sees that he has scales on his eyes. Of all the people, in the movie, first person not to shed the scales from the eyes and being mired in the age old adage of marrying a virgin is actually still a driving force of Dev. He is okay getting the girls nude photos and rushing back to home, but moment he hears the false rumors about her virginity;spurns her. Paro just leaves; to everybody’s consternation dances in her own wedding; and with immense dignity comes later to messed up Dev's messy room, cleans it and then just leaves showing him his place ("aukaat" the apt word actually used in the movie).

Then there is Dev. Spoilt by Mom first then the Dad. He loves himself more and never actually loved anyone. He was a narcissist in Love with himself. But he finds his way ( I believe so after all the debauchery, I would like to think so, but its not clear)

Chanda. Strong, independent. Was caught in MMS incident (like reallife DPS incident). Father killed himself. She Leaves and finds her way. Is the CSW (commercial sex worker) in streets of Paharganj. at the same time continues her education in college. For me she raised most questions and had powerful presence in movie.

Yes she was in MMS. The voyeur society downloads it on their own volition (not publicized on TV or magazine) have fun and then just castigates her. That’s the morality of our society.

The other is question which I asked earlier. My answer. Yes the dad was more concerned about himself. His position, rutbaa in society, than the turmoil she was going through. The guy just ruined her (and who does not have a boyfriend or girlfriend at that age and who does not experiment). She was in pain. As a human being her trust was broken and then the father was worried about just himself. Just went ahead and shot himself. Did he believe in completing his responsibility of being a dad. Seeing what his daughter is going through. It was He who was important not the daughter. It was class, caste, society which was more important. Again the choice and right of the daughter was trampeled because women being the Maan and Maryada of house is sacrosanct. We are not humans in this society, but a cog a trophy of this society. Think of it, how much choice our women have. And for that matter even a man has.

The most touching moment was when Dev takes Chanda in his arms and says Its okay, Koi Baat nahin.

We know Dev is not bad. He feels. He is Human. I would have a drunkard Dev with me rather a respected, rich and well known Dad who just thinks about himself.
Yes it was irreverent. It raised many a question. Many would take it as an assault on our culture. Berate it as sick even. For me it’s a beacon of Light. I understood myself. Saw the pitfalls and simply loved.

You know where I stand.

The actors did classic job. The Script and each character were well adapted and seamlessly synched in the movie. Music was again irreverent with equally irreverent lyrics. The songs specially Payelia, and Emosional Attyacahr was superb. I liked the picturisaton of song Naina Tarsey and how it carried the movie.

Yes we are subjected to lts of Emosinal attyachar not by lovers but the societ as a whole. But its changing.

Three Cheers for Kashyap.

Thank for being the Kerouac and the enfant terrible of Indian Celluolid.

Notes to Myself

Past few days have seen lot of action besides work in my life. And as every action has its impact on your life, leaves bitter sweet memories and shapes your life.

These events started with my convocation at XIMB (Xavier Institute of Management). Yes I wore the cloak and got my degree in solemn academic ceremony. It was good experience. Wearing the cloak and finally being an MBA. But it left me empty somewhere. I do not know what next? I did an MBA to prove a point. I knew I can always do it and did it. My only criterion was doing an MBA not for the sake of it or garnering high grades. Most important thing was to get learning. Thankfully XIMB with its rigorous schedule and pedagogy did make us learn. I could have put this tag on me much earlier but did not because wanted to learn. However it seems it was a mistake not to complete it from any distance learning and putting a tag on me. World looks at tags not value behind it. And if had tag would have had helped me in something which was really important to me. Actually that not being there changed the course of my life. Had that impact on me, and immensely. So now when it’s done; besides the learning which is with me, it all seems like void as I do not know what next? What’s the benefit of it now? Any way these existential questions are always be hounding me.

Also, past few weeks first time since coming to Bombay I got in the act of reading books and watching movies. Thing which I liked to do. Again it’s not that my convictions have changed, or my life is still not in that stage. The convictions may actually have become stronger. Only thing is that I am resigned to the situation. Earlier I was angry but hopeful (I am still of about what I wanted), was in mood to hurt. Did not do what I wanted to do. That was the only way to punish someone by punishing myself. Taking away what was good in me. But again came back and realized it’s actually punishing me only. It does not bother people associated with that person. Do they give a hoot? So as I am resigned to my fate and know can’t do much and it’s me who has lost. Whatever I do I can’t defeat them. In a nut shell I am defeated, vanquished. So with a bit of my pride left in me I have retreated. Any war is won with allies. I did not have one. So am back to my kingdom, made up my mind no never would seek allies and be what I am.

Coming back to books, I started with Bad Girl by Llosa, reread after ages Count of Monte Cristo by Dumas, read The Reader by Bernhard Schlink (translation of the original in German “Der Vorleser”), The Bluest of Eyes by Toni Morrison, and also a bit of pulp fiction in terms Jeffrey Archers Sons of Fortune and Book of Lies. I felt elated to read each one of them besides the racy stuff of Pulp Fiction. And it was a great pleasure.

In between I caught on movies too. I saw The Reader (the movie with my favourite actor Ralph Fienes), the Slumdog Millionaire, Dev D, Ghazni and Luck by Chance in the latest ones and on DVD caught up with Dev, A Wednesday, Sajjanpur and Omkara.

Lot, after such a huge lull no. But I fear I do not go back to that punishment. Anyways let’s leave it here only. I would write about these books individually or together in my next blog. As parting word here is how I rate them…

Books:
The Bluest of Eyes: Its sheer poetry. A book which would live with you
Count of Monte Cristo: Excellent book but it meandered in the end
The Reader: Small book with a punch of life time
Bad Girl: Great book but have read better stuff of Llosa

Movies:
Dev D: Edgy, Excellent, you can either love it or hate. Nothing in between. Loved it
Slumdog: Excellent movie but not as amazing as it was made out to be
The Reader: Movie does Justice to book. It’s awesome. Liked Winslet first time
Luck by Chance: Normal Good movie
A Wednesday: Four Stars
Ghazni: Okay but not in League with Aamir’s works
Omkara: Watching second time was again an education in Film Craft hats off to Vishal


Next Plan . Prithvi Theater