Should be reading more and writing less, but well...
I have seen a few many times over; I have seen a few once; and have missed far too many of them.
But with so much more to go, it makes me happy that I still have all the does-idealism-pay-off? thoughts from Satyakam
due; can ponder about what triangles he explored in Jurmana and Bemisal; and maybe there is another heart wrenching moral dilemma in some other film that I don't even know about.
Dadamoni has grown on me so much in Mili, that I have to watch Ashirwad again. Speaking of Mili, Badi Sooni Sooni Hai...Zindagi, Yeh Zindagi...Main Khud Se Hoon Yahan....Ajnabee, Ajnabee. Mili remarks that Shekhar sounds sad and I wonder who the orchestrator of the mood is....the singer? the lyricist? the music director? or the director himself, for that splendidly blended video? But then, when Aaye Tum Yaad Mujhe starts....
Not speaking of crying, Anupama's last scene, well....Babumoshai.....Babumoshai, Zindagi aur maut uparwale ke haath mein hai, Jahanpanah. Hum sab rangmanch ki kathputliyan hain jinki dor uparwale ki ungliyon se bandhi hui hai. Kab kaun uthega koi nahin bata sakta. Ha ha ha.
The irony of that laughter. Deconstructing these movies to find where the tragedy, or the humour, or the wisdom, or the values come from - some other day maybe. On a side note, will I ever react to Abhimaan's photographer?