So
I saw Queen last night finally-
A.
Because of all the hype created around it.
B.
Because in all cuteness people were asking if I had seen the flick and wanted
to know how I felt about it *I feel so critic-ishly kicked*
For
otherwise, it would have been difficult to make me watch a Kangana Renawat
movie just by the merit of her being in it.
Like
I’ve said before, it is always better to watch a movie before they cram you
with their opinions on it. The perspective is always truer.
Queen
IS beautiful!
Also,
I am beginning to realize that I can relate to anything onscreen that is based
on a sense of abandon, with streaks of freedom from the stereotyped molds. It
sometimes sends me into self introspection mode going in circles in my mind till
real life takes over (Also the reason perhaps why I never watch anything on television).
Aren’t we all trying to break free from whatever it is that defines us? Those
tucked deep in riches want to live life the common man way, the common man
strives to get out of his mediocrity, the house bound wife seeks adventure, the
nomad travels relentlessly to find a base to root into and so on. Hence we are
unified by a common thread for that desire to experience the uncommon of our
lives.
Perhaps
this craving is right. Why else should we get up from our beds each morning or
what else would we dream of when we go to bed at night?
Queen
celebrates the idea of being on your own.
Such
a defining thought!
And
for someone like me, it was a personal nudge. I CANNOT travel alone. Is there a
name for the fear of traveling alone, some kind of phobia? Well, if there is,
it would be what I suffer from. Ironically for someone who in her heart only sees
herself as a nomad, experiencing life from place to place, is declaredly scared
if she finds herself alone at the airport for over 5 minutes for the fear of
being left behind or someone digging out drugs from her bags and getting her
arrested before anyone even discovers she is missing. Not that I’d be
travelling by air in those mind dreams.
Anyway,
how beautifully does the movie sketch the female psyche!
I
remembered my own mehndi and a thousand different thoughts zig zagging in that
little head of mine like in Rani’s while the entire space around was a menagerie
of sorts. That flickering doubt that came and went- Is it too soon? I haven’t
even become anything in life yet? I might not become anything in life post
this? But too many hopes hanging on me of everyone I’m pinned with, to tell
them now to let me live my life first instead of building another one as a
couple. My grandfather telling me he was glad he was seeing me getting married
and could now die in peace; which he did within just three months of me leaving
that house. Girls are like that or grow up conditioned like that in varying
degrees - whether they live in Lajpat Nagar or not.
But
then not everyone would be as lucky as Rani to be able to squeeze out a life
from a latent existence in an unknown land. In a sense, the movie was real but
dipped in a beautiful fairy tale flavor. The freshness emitting out of the fact
that she became her own Prince Charming rescuing her from the gnawing miseries!
G
looked at me intermittently through the scenes telling me now and again, “Seekho” implying on the streaks of independence as was being sketched out on screen.
Little did he care to ponder over though that with an independent body comes a
very independent mind! While driving back from the theatre, I asked him what
did he learn from the movie. He’s a smart one now, my husband; he asks back-
“What do you think I should learn from the movie?”
And
very complacently I said, that it IS possible to have friends all over the
world, who may or may not subscribe to the same age group, social strata or thinking
genre as our lives are in. It is not always sexual. (Dear Mohnish Behl saying in
Meine Pyar Kiya- “Ek ladka aur ladke kabhi dost nahi ho sakte”. Yes, fuck off!)
And
he smiled mischievously for he refuses to believe one can find genuine friends
over the internet and be close to them, even sometimes surpassing real life
friends we’ve lived with. He shakes his head when I tell him of a 23 year old
friend who confides in me, his life's trials and tribulations or of a 55 years old someone
whose voyages on the sea fascinate me as though I journeyed with him. It is
possible to share lives with strangers. Not all strangers come with dangerous motives.
Some come with empathy that familiar faces find it strange to offer, without
petty judging. And a woman thinking out of the box is not playing with her
character.
But the most important thing that dawned upon me from there - Nothing good will
happen to your stuck up life till daaroo happens to you! Oh yes!
I
always forget I am reviewing a movie after a paragraph on it.
·
I
wished I could see myself standing on a crowded threshold with that huge-ish map and
make out anything from what seems like gibberish there.
·
I
wished I knew what heeng was called in English, for friends around then looked up to
the “English ma’am” honouring her presence to the group, to enlighten them.
·
I
wished I knew how to contrive golgappas, even on Indian soil for that matter,
to be able to eventually have that first kiss with that Italian hottie.
·
I
wished I was streamlined Lisa Haydon-ish enough to be able to wear some
Alexander’s shirt and scream out of the bathroom for the fear of some lizard,
which I anyway do.
·
I
wished I knew how to wear a bra like that under the covers just as stealthily as
I can take out one.
·
I
wished my parents would have at least let me go on that all-girls school trip
in class 9 from my convent school. At least some kind of taste of that life on
my lips for my life to look back on and not write such dreary reviews.
Let
everyone live their lives before someone decides they should walk the aisle. Let
that someone be the one who has to do it.
P.S.
I still loved Highway more. While everyone gushed over Alia’s performance, I
still can’t get over Randeep’s characterization and how well he sank and
vanished into it, losing every iota of who he is otherwise. To an extent
Kangana did too. That’s why these movies work for me. Also I’ve told my husband
I am going to America alone now just to face my fears. He says, first try and
book tickets uptil Unnao from here, some 100 odd kms from Kanpur. And to think I
thought he’d be a new man post the movie. Tch!
5 comments:
Can't wait to see Queen! I absolutely agree with you on Highway, while Alia's performance was beautiful, the movie wouldn't have been what it is without Randeep Hooda's brilliant characterization. I think I will always love Highway more for a long time.. :))
Does it matter, ma'am, who we are in our minds (unless we makes some fiction out of it like in a novel to give an impression of who we look like to ourselves).
I'd want to go places, but the inertia holds me back. I'd like to be many things at once, a list I myself have lost count. Sure, I could have them all, but we all have our poisons I have mine too. And because we can't do it, a part of us feels good when we see someone else doing it, and yet another part of us raises fingers at our incompetence.
What is the way out? Perhaps you should go to Unnao without a ticket, alone, and make G proud :D
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
Even though I haven't watched the movie, I liked the idea of going alone on the honeymoon even after the marriage was called off..I mean life should not revolve around another person. What if he is not there...I am going ! That kind of life. Thats what everyone liked about it I guess. And Suruchi, nothing is impossible for you !
I enjoyed this piece of writing...
The way you blended Queen and you...
PS: I loved Queen and yes, I also thought Randeep Hooda was good in Highway
Cheers!
Very well weaved in . Both the movie and thoughts .
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