On the occasion of Republic day of India, I went on to watch the first day and first show of Agneepath. I was fussing a bit having to get up so early (7 am) in the morning on a holiday; wondering all the while, will the movie be worth it...and man! what a movie.
As far as the cast is concerned, there is just one way to describe it- flawlessly perfect. Hrithik delivers yet again another power packed performance... hard to believe the kaho naa pyaar hai guy has so much to offer, he keeps re-discovering himself with every release and keeps growing. The violence, pain, anguish and anger so superbly revealed in his eyes... vijay has very few dialogs, he speaks less and when he does - he never goes on to be superfluous with his words to convey the myriad of emotions he holds in his heart! Sanjay Dutt has once again claimed his much deserved title of being the "Deadly Dutt". How can the sweet and lovable Munnabhai become a Kancha Cheena- and make you hate him so much that you wish him dead! Well that's the biggest compliment I had to offer for this man! Rishi Kapoor- he is perhaps the master of all..... it was so difficult to imagine the life long romantic hero play the part of Rauf lala - ruthless murderer, a woman trafficker and a down-right criminal... he is simply amazing! Though not a big Priyanka fan...but must say she portrayed the role of Kali with ease and grace. She serves as the only emotional link in Vijay's otherwise revengeful and blood-ridden life. A special mention and kudos to master Vijay- the 12 year old justifies the young kid- who grows into a man overnight due to extenuating circumstances.
Agneepath intrigues you deep, in spite of being a remake.....it stupefies and transcends you and makes you gaze in wonder! Can revenge be so strong an emotion which surpasses all the so called pleasures of life- love, friendship, happiness, freedom, peace, money, power and even family! As far as Vijay Deenanath Chauhan is concerned, the answer is a big YES. That is all he lives for and that is the only thing he will die for- nothing more and nothing less. The intense drama unfolds on screen and keeps you involved throughout... the background score and the flawless incorporation of music into a movie which doesn't provides much scope for it.
To all you Hrithik fans out there- go and grab a ticket....he won't disappoint you. For everyone out there looking for a good weekend, my suggestion is a thumbs up. Sometimes redemption is a part of your life....but sometimes redemption defines your life!
Cheers
Friday, January 27, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
On the new year's eve.......
It was a long night...yea a night of splendor, celebrations, lights, sounds and laughter....nevertheless a long night. I was dancing and chatting and entertaining my guests in all possible ways....trying in every possible way to fight against the darkness and emptiness beating so dangerously close to my heart....darkness which rises with every passing hour and every passing day... a darkness threatening to destroy every single thing I hold close....steal away every single person I can't live without.
The music kept swirling its essence around, and slowly the drums starting resembling my footsteps, the flutes vocalizing my arms, the strings rhyming one as my heart and the saxophones dictating my mind.....i wanted to lose it and i was losing it. These few moments of pleasure...times when I forget everything and everyone around me...times when I am a stranger to everyone around me and yet i am filled with the sense of deepest self. Music controlling my moves....leading me away in a trance....when I am away from all the pain and all those haunting memories....when I become a child once again...carefree, joyous and happy!
Someone calls out my name and the magic ends. Once again I am susceptible to that familiar chill, yet again I am vulnerable to that dark loneliness. But then again I am getting used to it now....its been a long time after all! It took me a while but finally I have created two worlds...two very different and disparate worlds separated by a wall of acceptance and reality... a wall of mortal facts and immortal emotions. You can consider these two worlds as real as possible like anyone else's .... but at the same time you can find them to be mere ramblings of my fantastical self. My world of reality is based on practical facts and figures....including a full time and high paying job, a great family back home, their hopes and dreams unto me, and some really good friends who have more or less always been around. Though their understanding words or sympathetic shoulders do not take away the pain....but their mere presence and the fact that such normality still exists; gives me hope that one fine day things will definitely be better. This is a world of real time facts and tough as it might be, it still keeps me moving and living every single day. The other world is a private one....it is full of love and longing; arguments and hatred; restlessness and failure; tears and immense pain.... can't explain this world of mine, its arcane and pensive, it futile and brittle, its a world where I don't need to explain or pretend, where I can just lie down and rest in my realities.
Sometimes I feel like I am standing on the edge of a precipice...balancing my life and its equations protected in a very delicate crystal shield....scared to think about the consequences of an evident fall; trying hard to ignore the choking screams and premonitions my conscious keeps sending my way. I always believed I was born tough, nurtured for strength and bigger things, to protect and care for others...to follow my path to destiny whatever may come! I wasn't meant to hurt like this or be weak like this....wonder how did I land up this way! Nevertheless I am still fighting to find my way through this haze, this eventuality...praying to God...with all the faith in my heart to help me through this falling apart...help me live again, smile again completely and heart fully and to stop this slow death. Hopefully one day I will find my peace and regain my mouthful of sky!
The music kept swirling its essence around, and slowly the drums starting resembling my footsteps, the flutes vocalizing my arms, the strings rhyming one as my heart and the saxophones dictating my mind.....i wanted to lose it and i was losing it. These few moments of pleasure...times when I forget everything and everyone around me...times when I am a stranger to everyone around me and yet i am filled with the sense of deepest self. Music controlling my moves....leading me away in a trance....when I am away from all the pain and all those haunting memories....when I become a child once again...carefree, joyous and happy!
Someone calls out my name and the magic ends. Once again I am susceptible to that familiar chill, yet again I am vulnerable to that dark loneliness. But then again I am getting used to it now....its been a long time after all! It took me a while but finally I have created two worlds...two very different and disparate worlds separated by a wall of acceptance and reality... a wall of mortal facts and immortal emotions. You can consider these two worlds as real as possible like anyone else's .... but at the same time you can find them to be mere ramblings of my fantastical self. My world of reality is based on practical facts and figures....including a full time and high paying job, a great family back home, their hopes and dreams unto me, and some really good friends who have more or less always been around. Though their understanding words or sympathetic shoulders do not take away the pain....but their mere presence and the fact that such normality still exists; gives me hope that one fine day things will definitely be better. This is a world of real time facts and tough as it might be, it still keeps me moving and living every single day. The other world is a private one....it is full of love and longing; arguments and hatred; restlessness and failure; tears and immense pain.... can't explain this world of mine, its arcane and pensive, it futile and brittle, its a world where I don't need to explain or pretend, where I can just lie down and rest in my realities.
Sometimes I feel like I am standing on the edge of a precipice...balancing my life and its equations protected in a very delicate crystal shield....scared to think about the consequences of an evident fall; trying hard to ignore the choking screams and premonitions my conscious keeps sending my way. I always believed I was born tough, nurtured for strength and bigger things, to protect and care for others...to follow my path to destiny whatever may come! I wasn't meant to hurt like this or be weak like this....wonder how did I land up this way! Nevertheless I am still fighting to find my way through this haze, this eventuality...praying to God...with all the faith in my heart to help me through this falling apart...help me live again, smile again completely and heart fully and to stop this slow death. Hopefully one day I will find my peace and regain my mouthful of sky!
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