Different Things : Two scenes I liked in Sarkar Raj

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Warning: Spoilers!!! Read at your own risk.
After posting a review of Sarkar Raj movie, I felt like I missed some points I wanted to write. I always do this. Its my bad habit to forget things once marked to write about. Coincidence is today I found Nikhil is also facing same problem 😀
Let it be. So there are two scenes and many dialogs I liked in Sarkar Raj. I will make an Audible Audio Collection of handpicked dialogs from Sarkar and Sarkar Raj soon. But till then we have to write.
First Scene which impressed me includes Abhishek Bachchan who plays Shankar Nangare on film.
The scene is something like this: Shankar is traveling through a village which is protesting against him and his plans to erect a plant on the place of village. Shankar’s car is stopped by protesters and they start shouting different slogans against him. He silently and sadly listens them while suddenly someone in crowd shouts “Subhash Nangare is thief”. Next moment we find Shankar bursting out of his car with full of anger (Subhash Nangare his father). The crowd ceases silent with a gasp and Shankar shouts at them,” Who called that line? Tell me! Who shouted it?”, The crowd remains silent and afraid of speaking anything. He shouts again, “What thief? Tell me face to face what he has theft?” …….. the silence continues and he angrily returns to his car as no one dares to move a muscle in front of him. He becomes very upset………
Surely, director RGV had this in his mind from the moment he thought of sequel. Some incidents in movie before this shot create a little arrogant image of Shankar in our mind. Somewhere inside we think if this boy has lost his respect or what? And there comes a point where he gets very angry and first time ever threatens public. Every son in this world would do this for his father for sure. But watching incident like this happen (at least on screen) after many months (may be years) made me to recall some old memories from childhood.

A father is always subject of pride to his children. Not a single word against him is tolerated by any son. (Well, exceptions are everywhere though rare).

Second scene I liked is totally different than first and there is not emotional value in it. Its just a very violent scene.
Somji (the leader of protesters) is kidnapped by some people and Chandar (one of Shankar’s right hands, yes he has more) finds out about his location. Shankar accompanied by two of his hands 😀 attacks the farmhouse where Somji is hidden by kidnappers. Shankar creates fire (plz don’t ask how) and distracts the security around building. The smoke spreads everywhere like fog and it becomes very difficult to see around. Shankar and his mates walk through smoke, mates kill people with nothing(?) may be with little guns and Shankar picks up a spade (normally used for fighting and originally made for gardening) and starts hitting anyone who comes in way. They approach the building and he keeps hitting every person in range. Other two mates pick long guns (AK 47) and start shooting remaining. They finally find out Somji and Shankar empties his revolver in villains body. (Villain previously killed Shankar’s wife).
So, whats so special in this scene? If you have seen this in a good big theater, then you will know the effect of the scene. When Shankar hits the guys in front of him, it seems so real that we get scared without any reason. Shankar and his mates walk through the smoke and field which reminded me walking of Dinasours in empty grass field. 😛 Scene is very violent but at same time its so realistic. At least I found attacking sequence very impressive.
I told you that second scene is not much important but still I liked it. 😀
Hope I get the movie DVD soon so I can extract the dialogs from it. 😛
Cheers
Suda
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Different things : Two Journeys

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After a long time, here I am again with my usual “Different Things”. This time, I have two little things. Two journeys.

A little intro for my journeys:
On every other weekend, I travel 3-4 hours to get back to my “Home-Place” and away from “Work-Place”. Two weeks ago, on Friday, I was about to leave office at 6.00 PM and was trying to formulate a plan how to spend the weekend alone. It seemed a very harsh concept of being all alone for a weekend so I called Dad to ask his opinion. Half an hour later, I was seated in a bus which was about to leave for my home. 🙂
On next Friday, I was again on same bus, on same seat, with same water bottle, with same headphone in my ears with same set of songs in mobile. I have used all stock of clothes over two weeks and needed them to be washed. So decided that it was time to go home. 😛

[Just a note: All conversations mentioned below were originally in Marathi and are translated as well as shortened to include only essential part. You may find them very short but actually each of them was with me for an hour at least]

Journey Back Home: Two Weeks ago

So on my first trip in this month, I found myself a window seat (two seater). A guy of age around 25-27 came and sat beside me. As I don’t have control over public transport and the guy was thin person, I didn’t object.
Things would have gone normally and I could have listened all 89 songs in my list till I reach home, but no. The guy started talking with me without any introduction. First he pointed at my mobile and asked me the model number. Then he changed subject abruptly to his problem (may be because he thought he disturbed me while talking on phone few minutes before). Lets hear it in his words:
Guy: Sorry for bothering you for noting down the number.
Me: Ohh its alright.
Guy: Where are you going?
Me: (murmur the name of place)
Guy; Oh good, I will get down 30 Km before you.
Me: Oh thats great! (The guy obviously missed sarcasm)
Guy: (Continuing little embarrassment) I was talking with some guy who was trying to catch me for something.
Me: Aiiii? (In mind: WTH Did I ask?)
Guy: ….. we face problems like these when we try to go against parents and family…..
Me: Seems like love story to me 😛
Guy: Yeah. No one is in favor of me when I decided to marry that girl. Every member in her and my family is against us.
Me: ……..
Guy: So this guy was trying to make my life more hell like its not enough already.
Me: Hmmm, but keep your head cool man. I see you are very impatient.
Guy: (Completely impressed by my words) You have experience of facing these conditions?
Me: No, but I can see how you are!!
Guy: yeah, the main problem is cast. My family and her family don’t want an inter-cast marriage!!
Me: Why? I mean what casts you are talking about?
Guy: Well, she is higher cast- Maratha, I mean Open, and I am ____. So they are not approved of me.
Me: (My sympathy evaporate in a second) Well I am also Maratha and I will feel same if it happens in my family, but ok if you are able to earn your bread-butter.
Guy: ??????
Me: I mean you have a job, don’t you?
Guy: ummm, errr, aaaaa, well not exactly, I just earn ____ Rupees per month.
Me: (Completely angry from inside) Ohh then you should try finding a job which will provide enough money to feed your family. It not just going and living with wife.
Guy: umm, err, yeah I will try your advice……..

The conversation ceased as it suddenly as it started. I was angry not only because the guy was trying to get a girl from my caste, but also because he was just another moron who didn’t even deserved a hag. He has never thought of future and about how will he feed his wife. He was just one of the guys I hate who go and impress girls and dumb girls fall for pray and make their rest of life a mess. There are so many examples I have witnessed of this kind. And there is not a single one which was a success.
And for them who care: I am an orthodox person to some extent. At least about casts!!!

Journey Back Home: last week

Next week, I was sitting on same seat and a man in his late 30’s sat with me. He was formal and also started with asking me about my mobile. He told his surname as Pawar. He was curious about what I do and how much I am educated. After some time, I asked him about his life (just in return to his questions). He thought for a minute before answering, but when he answered, I got an impression that he was straining himself not to say something odd.
And without any reference, he asked me if I am married. I told him I am just 22 and don’t intend to marry so early. But this raised my curiosity and I asked the reason.
He said with a sigh, “Man, find a decent girl yourself or atleast marry a girl who you know already!”. I replied,” Yeah thats what people do, isn’t it?”.
Mr. Pawar suddenly let the thing he refrained so long out. He said,” No boy, its not the case. We have very less girls in our caste which will fit with you”.
Me: “So?”
Pawar: “So? I suggest you find a girl yourself instead of believing in arrange marriage, listen to me, my example will help you understand”
He continued, ” I married very late because I didn’t like any girl I was shown by parents. At last I liked a girl who was very very beautiful. I was blinded by her beauty and made decision hurriedly. But after marriage, I found out that she had a ego like no one I saw before. She didn’t even let me touch her at first. So I made a oath that I will not even llok at her until she comes and ask me herself.”
Pawar took a pause looking at my face. I was dumbfounded by hearing his words. He continued,” Now I have a little daughter who is far more beautiful than her mother.”
“But is your wife still like that?”, I asked curiously.
Pawar sighed,” Well she has improved herself a little but her ego is still there.”
“So why I am telling you that? because I found you a good boy and thought of warning you of one of the possibilities that can happen in life.”
The bus came to halt as we passed through a village on way. He said good-bye and left. And I resumed my song list with my mind full of thoughts.

Epilogue:

I met two different kind of persons on tow journeys. First one was an excellent example of careless youth who thought just getting a girl is love and life. Whereas second one Mr. Pawar was a person who spent his youth in working and doing a job for his family because of which he married late. Life played its part as weirdly as it always does. Always unpredictable! First one got a girl who is ready to marry him without thinking where second responsible person gets a beautiful wife who have her upper part(head) empty.
Finally, I can say, ” Life is not as simple as it seems”.

P.S> I am posting this while preparing for my next journey to home. So don’t hesitate to point out any mistakes.

Different things again (or same?) [a sad sequel]

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[Sad] part 1:

Sunday: Me and my friend were sitting in the garden at Bal Gandharv Chitramandir, Pune. We were sitting there chatting. My friend (a girl) suddenly went silent and started glaring at somebody behind me. On asking she said in very low voice,” That girl is looking at us and she is errr.. smiling weirdly a little!”. I smirked and turned to look while my friend awkwardly continued,” She seems a bit …. lost.” Surely that girl was lost in thoughts because she didn’t notice us looking at her. She was now staring at nowhere and a kinda weird smile was plastered on her face. And suddenly a hot(probably) tear rolled out that unknown girls eye and second eye copied its partner. Tears started streaming out her eyes and she was still like a statue. Unable to strain her face from showing real emotions, she threw it in her hands and started crying silently.

I turned to my friend and asked her to stop looking at her. But she was no more looking at that girl. Now it was her turn to start being weird, I guessed.

[Not much sad] part 2:

My guess was not that good as it is always. My friend was merely thinking about some related things came to her mind. “May be she has installed the “related posts feature” wordpress introduced few days ago”, I thought.
“What can be her problem?”, I was ready for this question and I opened my mouth to retort when she continued, “Ok, whatever her problem is, why don’t she just go home and cry in her bed? Why she is sitting here in a public place like this where almost everyone comes to enjoy evenings?”
Now, I was wondering with same question in my mind. There were couples all over the place, children playing in lawn, grandmas chatting loudly, grandpas observing nearby couples activities, mummy’s sitting with amused expressions, Bhelwala shouting to attract customers, youngsters looking at couples who sit very closely with curious looks and many more. Now, why the hell that girl was sitting in couples corner of garden ALONE?

I don’t think we need an expert to answer. Heartbreak is obvious one but there are many important things in life that losing a boyfriend. may be she had a row with her mother and she shouted something serious. Obviously girl can not sit and cry at home which will make her mother more angry. Or there was something really bad happening with her which she found impossible to tell anybody about. We can never know. life is not that simple as it seems. Or it is.

[Just my thoughts] Part 3:

Our meeting abruptly ended as my friend started remembering how she used to cry silently in nights when she was stuck at an awful place (awful = no means of contact with me) and her parents never noticed. I thought leaving the place a good idea but for a moment I though of going and trying consoling the girl. She was thinking same and she believed that my great communication abilities towards girls can help me here. I hesitated for a minute or so and then decided against it. What if that girl was a … I am not accusing or doubting, but for a second I thought what if she is a prostitute who came there just to relieve herself from mental strain. This thought stopped me in tracks. I decided and told my friend firmly,”No, we are not going to disturb her. And don’t offer her water either.” I continued as she took out water bottle.

I don’t know what made me not to console her. I usually work on my instincts. And they have never ever failed me. I still think it was a wise decision.

Opinions, thoughts, claims, blames, suggestions, and much more expected from YOU GUYS.

Different things

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Some things are not made for same context. WoW. What a line. Not true though. Because I am going to make it false. How? See, I have four different pics which are completely unrelated(source: of course me and my mobile) and I am going to show them in same post.

First one on the right is a cute doggy. What is so special about this doggy bhai? [bhai(Hindi) = brother]. Well, he is so young that he still goes around and plays only with Mummy. Mummy of the doggy bhai passed touching me with tail. And our little one was just jumping – jouncing – bumping – bouncing behind Mummy sweetly. He was saying, “Comeon mamma, lets go on road once again!!!”. Mummy turned and said curtly,”Its not as safe as you think, NOW! LOOK OUT!”. The little doggy rolled on road with fear when a giant truck passed on road roaring its horn. “I think I will follow your advice, mumma!” said little bhai and resumed behind his mother. And I caught him in frame just in time. 🙂

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Second one is definitely a candle. She is about to die. Yes. Candles do die. They give us light and then slowly lowering their light, they fall asleep, forever. What I learn from her? “Sometimes you have to burn yourself to death to give others light of hope, to show others way in dark.”

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Third one is a landscape. A beautiful valley. I clicked this photo from moving bus. Technically its not that sharp and clear. And its post processed. But still it shows some meaning. Well, see if you find something in it. I can see one tree which has lost his leaves because its start of summer. What you see? (update: Original photo)

Valley

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Last one is rare scene for many people. Its a still from a bus stop. Time 9.30 pm. Everyone seems to be lost in thoughts. See the old man who is standing aside the curious group of fellow travellers. You cant find him? Ok I know photo is blurred (because they were moving a lot). See for man with white thing covering his head. This is just another scene which shows different personalities at same place. I would like to write about this photo in detail. May be I will write in The Perspective.

For now, Cheers. 🙂