Dev D...

After having had a friend go gaga over the movie and reminding me every few days that I need to see the movie, I finally got the chance and wht a chance it was!! A cousin of mine had come over and me being crazy about movies suggested we go out for a late night movie- which 1? Was the pertinent question and after few rounds of going up and down the options available it was democratically decided that we go for Dev D. now the imp part was the “WE” who constituted this we, my cousin, my bro aND my mom…..grt group and tht too for such a movie!! My bro and I r pretty cool but my cousin was uncomfy having a sis around and my mom..well I am sure those of us used to Indian sensibilities can imagine wht my mom was going thru….we survived a part of the movie, and I was soo dearly wishing I hadn’t brought them for this one ( it was for this very reason that I stressed on it having being a democratic decision, still the entire onus was on me) and after having had enough they suggested we leave and we did, and the sense of relief we all felt was almost comical.

I did go back to c the movie, no way was I gonna miss it…..had loved the little I had seen. Paro’s character was amazing and the part where she goes to studio far from home to get print out her nude pic, the look on the guy’s face. But for me the best bit was the section when she gets up early in the morning and goes out to the field with the bedding tied onto the bicycle. Surprising Dev she initiates and what response from him- calling her a slut…yes he had his reason (in his head atleast it must hav rang true) but for me it was another example of the sexism that exists…..and for those not already rolling their eyes I ll continue….that a gal is a slut/whore and a guy is a MAN.

The other scene that really caught my imagination was when she visits him at his motel, tidies up his place and takes care of him, the comment she makes at the end- it was such a relief from the usual goody goody characters that PARO, and female characters are made out to be…..tht despite the love and care the anger remains and blinded by this anger she hits him back where it hurts the most

when hurt I think we so often go down- cry, moan, crib, wallow in self pity but then our defenses take over and we turn this pain into anger, transferring the blame onto the other, it helps us to go on. And then u wanna hit back, this blinding desire to make the person realize how (s)he has done u wrong….and once u ve done it there is an emptiness inside, no joy and certainly no relief, just a sense of failure- that u ve stooped that low, and that u weren’t a better person…I ve got the 1^st phase of realizing/accepting-now I need to address it….wish me luck…