Gentle, provocative and emotional. Very
rarely do we get to use these words together for movies nowadays, but Memories
of March was one such piece of art, sure to stay in my mind, and heart, for a
long time. Particularly due to D eepti
Naval’s performance as a mother who’s suddenly bereaved and goes to her son’s
home & city and discovers that he’s gay…the layers and nuances of the
performance left me breathless and emotional.
This is yet another part of my current mood
of wistful reflection…and all books, movies, songs appear to complement each
other and heighten the feeling. Or maybe it’s the reverse.
Antaheen… a muted drama about love and
loneliness and loss. It had been a long time since I had seen a movie of that
nature…and Barfi doesn’t count because it was a great entertainer. This one wasn’t…it
was a simple offering. And I liked it.
A couple of songs from Agneepath that became
my favorites recently. O Saiyaan is this
plaintive cry of someone who’s madly in love and is also conscious of the pain
and loss that awaits her. Abhi mujh mein kahin speaks of the discovery of
humanity within the self…the stirrings of emotion that tell us we are alive
Which led me to relisten to older songs that
are perfect companions to my driving…Tanha dil…Justuju jiski thi…Yaara seeli
seeli…Rubaru…Ajeeb dastan hai yeh…Waqt ne kiya. I love driving as I listen to
these songs…the cacophony of the world retreats into a background blur and
while my instincts keep me driving, the eyes of my mind are somewhere else as I
absorb the lyrics and the voices.
Books too…Colm Toibin and his examination of
the lonely life of the immigrant is so dispassionate yet so detailed that I
have no option but to get completely wrapped up in their lives. And Alexander
McCall Smith’s sweet and gentle stories of the lady detective in Botswana
And so these days pass…as the year comes to
an end, and frenetic activity combined with irritation and frustration characterizes
my days, a part of me has detached itself and is spending time rediscovering
some depths which I had forgotten existed.
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