Coming Around....

I had been putting this off to never in this lifetime. I found it so not-my-taste to speak of the least. But I knew I had to come around, and so had this post. Maybe it was long overdue, so here I go.

Dev D – To begin with, the movie is very dark, not just in its theme and depiction but also in its intelligent cinematography. Closed spaces and dimly-lit rooms have added that hard-hitting punch to the ubiquitously present gloom that most scenes depict. The director’s vision and essence of the scenes have been well-conveyed. Also, the director/story-writer/actors have pulled off their acts with flamboyancy and flair.

As the movie progressed, I realized that it’s been sewed together with pain and just that! And the director has left no leaf unturned in connecting the audience with it. So you always see Dev trying to “inconveniently” hide it behind those dark glasses, cigarette smoke or just struggle to rise above it or run away from it, taking refuge in alcohol, drugs and sex. It is a portrayal of such gut-wrenching pain that it suffocates you and yet you breath just about enough to sit through this saga of self-destruction, just hoping; with whatever scraps of optimism that remain untouched in you; that it would end - not a HAPPY ENDING; but just that this pain would end some point later.

An interesting and ironic part of the movie comes across amidst this sardonic essay – the relationship between Dev and Chanda. They have never really sought company of each other to lessen their personal miseries – much against the worldly belief we have grown up on that says misery seeks company. It always felt that they were reaching out to each other and in whatever way possible they could, they were trying their best to pull out the other from his/her pit of melancholy.

Two scenes I shall always reminisce clearly: The scene where his mother curses him at the funeral of his father. It was the only scene in the movie where he is shown to be crying literally. It conveyed that behind every mistake, behind every wronged person or deed, the victim is begging for forgiveness and acceptance. The other scene was almost at the end of the movie, which almost everyone would have noticed as being different. Here is when Dev escapes miraculously from being the headline for newspapers as the speeding car gives him a miss on its way into ramming into a wall very close to him. The morbidity of the entire saga is transformed that would find an affirmation in the audience’s minds with that deeply rooted feeling inherent to us all – of hope that the sun shines brightest after the darkest of clouds have passed on. Dev, here, finally realizes the worth of his life, his folly of putting himself through those horrendous atrocities and finally accepts the path that was long awaiting him.

He knew that he finally had to come around – like we all do – to himself….

"If it isn't madness, it isn't love"

Isn't it a wonder.....

Isn’t it a wonder how the twilight slowly turns into night?
Isn’t it a wonder how her hand fits into his just right?

Isn’t it a wonder that distances brings people closer?
Isn’t it a wonder that the memories of a forgone past are a man’s real treasure?

Isn’t it a wonder that the beauty of the divine is seen in a new-born child?
Isn’t it a wonder that the toughest of men have, but on the bosom of a woman, helplessly cried?

Isn’t it a wonder that you really ever want is to be loved and give out love?
Isn’t it a wonder how faith works miracles for a seeker who has the will and the verve?

Isn’t it a wonder that a glass of beer can get you high?
Isn’t it a wonder that, even though living out each day, everyone wants to “live once before they die”?

Isn’t it a wonder when something feels amiss when everything works in rhythm and harmony?
Isn’t it a wonder that the events of our lives are but His perfectly orchestrated symphony?

Isn’t it a wonder that these wonders strike you in the silence of the night?
Isn’t it a wonder that even though I am wide awake, my next line will say:
Sweet Dreams & Good Night! :)