Today I went to see the first Hindi movie in a theater after some months..umm.. almost six..yes exactly six months. Most of these months I avoided my friends' idea of watching some run-of-the-mill hindi stuff after I suffered the torture of Jhoom Bara Bar on their advice. Besides Abhineet, the movie enthusiast in our gang is married now and has more interesting things to do than forcing us to Meghraj. Well Mehraj is the oldest of Vashi cinema theaters and even today we prefer it the most. Firstly because the tickets here are at least 40 percent less expensive than the rest of the theater brigade, including Adlabs, Cinemax and all..secondly you have 50 percent more chance of getting tickets here than the other swanky places.
Now back to the cinema today. Mr Roy, aka the-news-smuggler, who knows more about this world than most of we friends do, proposed watching Sarkar Raj, the new offering from Ram Gopal Verma (the Francis Ford Coppola of Indian cinema).
We didn't agree initially for the movie as we were strolling on the Palm Beach road and enjoying the breeze from the Thane creek, while counting the newly erected scrappers on the New Bombay skyline . But after sometime we four men were thoroughly bored with each other and proceeded to Meghgraj.
The movie initially was about style of Abhishek Bachhan, the most happening of the children of the yesteryears' super star actors, and his wife Aiswarya Rai, to whom he's married for an year now.
I identify with this guy because I can grow my beard and mustaches like him. But I envy him when I think he had his first hit film, after 21 flops. And today he's the rising star. Not everyone is as lucky. The media which blasted him for years, now adulates him, every other day. Well thats a part of the game, and it also enforces the believe that if you have it, (I mean perseverance) people will have to accept.
But the samething didn't happen in the film, where the Bachhan kid is killed ruthlessly, despite having nearly absolute power. He's the son of a political God father (a very Indian coinage I think of, where politics is powered by someone who's neither a politician nor a businessman, not even a don). And the film had tried to draw some parallels from the failure of Enron, the American utility giant, and its Dabhol power project in India. Verma portrays, how the idea of a massive power project was the breeding ground for political turmoil in the western state of Maharashtra. The director, however, refused any such connection in his reply to the media.
Now the film was not bad to me at all. It could be called a good movie as per my movie quotient. I learnt three things from this two-and-a-half hours show. First, power cannot be given it has to be taken. Second profit is something which is for all. Third, you should live by your principles or at least tell others what you think...because you may not be successful in your own mission, but some one more capable may realise your dreams.
And one fourth idea I have discovered about five hours after the movie ended. Before deciding on your mission in life take a break ask others suggestions as well gauge their reactions. Because your grand mission in life will only click , when it achieves scale. People may laugh at you pre-mission but then you know what they are laughing at.
You will be smarter the next time when the real thing begins.
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