Vendetta of a different shade

Banter alert! My thoughts are all jumbled up because so much has happened. I think I’m trying to give it some comprehensible order by writing it out here.

I had an amazing experience of what it would be like to do what I love doing. I interned at the tabloid of a newspaper for two weeks, as part of my course. And, I loved it! Their stories weren’t exactly my kind but that didn’t really matter since I was just too glad about the experience. I wrote a few stories and got them printed as well! The joy of seeing my name in the byline for the first time was something so exhilarating; I still can’t stop myself from smiling wide when I think of it.

Things weren’t all hunky-dory, though. There was a lot of shit happening on all possible levels (personal, emotional, blah blah) and I tried my best to hold myself together. While it wasn’t easy or pleasant, I have to admit, I did learn a couple of necessary lessons.

There were so many thoughts and incidents which made me think, “I should blog about this” but once the moment passed, they seemed irrelevant. Or I forgot about them. Which is downright ridiculous and irresponsible, I know. I suppose trying to recollect atleast some of them would be one way to redeem myself.

As of now, one of the most predominant thoughts on my mind would be about the Hindi movie Badlapur. I watched it last night. I can’t decide if I liked it or not. I had read this review on Firstpost right after the release of the movie. I was intrigued enough to decide to watch it. So, I did. As I progressed through the movie, I understood what the writer had meant in the review about many aspects.

Badlapur started off with a tension-filled, fast-paced scene but gradually lost the tempo. While Varun Dhawan has certainly managed to break the mould, he does lack the nuances needed to portray a character of such depth and intensity. But Nawazuddin Siddiqui definitely makes up for it and then some, although his role does seem a tad repetitive, as mentioned in the review. I loved Huma Qureishi as Jhimli, perfectly depicting the subtle shades of the character. I’m no expert to talk about technical brilliancy, so I’ll leave that part to those who know better.

A screenshot of the scene

A screenshot of the scene

One of the most touching scenes, for me, was the one in which Raghu (Varun Dhawan) comes back to an empty house, after the death of his wife and son. The commonplace clutter of a home, framed pictures and photos, leftovers of a dish…all of it seem to accentuate the pain of loss that has just begun to set in.

What struck me as most interesting was the concept of revenge that director Sriram Raghavan has laid out. The protagonist and antagonist don’t engage in climactic stunts or bloody battles. Their encounters are few and far between, and the physically violent ones almost rare. A moviegoer accustomed to stereotypes would associate revenge with something more severe, like I did. It took me a while to realize that this was going to be different. Yes, there are a couple of brutal murders but Raghu’s vengeance is of the silent and brooding kind. Which is, definitely, a refreshing change and my favourite aspect in Badlapur! The climax, apart from being sort of subdued, seems to bring into question the relevance of his need to avenge and what he ultimately gained from it.

There are flaws, of course. But I felt Badlapur stands out from the spate of commercial Bollywood films for its singular depiction of the age-old emotion of revenge.

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A World Where Safety is a Distant Dream

Winter has set in, very abruptly. One morning, when I woke up, it was unusually cold. Like, very perceptibly cold. And when the same happened the next day, it was supposed to mean that winter had arrived. Well, winter or not, there is no respite from the sweltering heat during the rest of the day!

Anyhow, I don’t intend to delve deeper into small talk. Getting straight to the point, all of a sudden, I feel like I’m being pelted with news/stories of brutalities. First, I was emotionally perturbed since I was reading Lucky. And then, there was the Connecticut

Victims of the shootings at the Sandy Hook Elementary School in Connecticut and Nancy Lanza and her son Adam

Victims of the shootings at the Sandy Hook Elementary School in Connecticut and Nancy Lanza and her son Adam

massacre last week. To say that I was shocked would be an understatement. While reading the news article, I felt confused, helpless and terrified. Not terrified by the incident, terrified by man. Has the world come to such a situation that any random person (mentally unstable or not) can just go around killing innocent people? Kinda makes you wonder how sane the person next to you is. Just in case they decide to pull out a gun and shoot you down (and NO, I am not joking…James Holmes & Adam Lanza should serve as enough evidence). [Another recent incident I found while googling]

On Sunday, I watched Talaash, a new Bollywood movie starring Aamir Khan, Rani Mukherjee and Kareena Kapoor. It is a mystery thriller, revolving around the red-light district in Mumbai. Apart from having an excellent script, acting, dialogues and cinematography, the movie was emotionally gripping for me. Even after nearly a week, it still hasn’t left my mind. It led me to think very deeply about sex workers and their lives. Like Kareena’s character mentions in the movie, they are not even counted as part of the population and nobody cares about what happens to them.

And, just when I was slowly getting over it and falling back into the routine, I hear of this gang-rape that happened in Delhi. A 23-year

Follow the image link to read another moving post

Follow the image link to read another moving post

old girl was gang-raped in a moving bus in India’s capital city, brutally tortured, stripped and thrown out of the bus, along with the male friend who had been with her. The doctors testify that they have never seen such brutality on a victim of sexual assault. The girl has undergone a few surgeries, doctors hope she will recover but then, even if she does, she won’t be able to lead a normal life. Thanks to a bunch of demons who were too blind to see the suffering they were inflicting on another human being.

When I read about this incident, more than hurt or anger, I felt mentally weak and numb. Like I was weary, fed up, irritated at the government, people, everyone for letting it happen over and over again. I hadn’t known much of the gruesome details but happened to come across this FB post. I’m disgusted, appalled and numbed by shock. I try to create the situation in my head but, whatever I do, I cannot understand how a man could do something so destructive, let alone the thought of 5 others supporting and joining him.

I don’t know much about the girl. I don’t even know her name. But, like me, she was a young girl, who had dreams and aspirations for her life ahead…all of it shattered within hours. I can imagine the pain and torment she must have gone through, even though my imagination would be nowhere near what she actually endured. Come another controversy, and we might forget this girl, she will recede in our memories as the victim of the Delhi gang-rape. But I hope she pulls through, lives (in the true sense of the word), and does it with a strength that will put her rapists to shame. I hope she fulfills all those dreams that seem broken now, and retrieves the happiness that seems lost to her now.

I’m not vain enough to think that my blog post or FB update or heated discussions can actually make a big impact. But whatever impact it may create, I need to react. And this is my way of reacting, raising my voice against such atrocities and supporting the girl.

Hoping for a safer, better, brighter future ahead…[sounds too cliché? I haven’t completed the sentence]…for every girl in the country! 🙂