The last movie which made an impact and carried me completely is Shoaib Mansoor’s, Bol. I like each and everything about the film...be it the story line, editing, acting, culture, all resembled so much with us, Indians...The movie connected me so well, just like the novels of Taslima Nasreen..
(The greeneries of Bangladesh, food habbit, their culture, the trauma of refugees during the separation takes me down the memory lane of my mom, who was a victim of the same....Perhaps, this is why whenever, I go to Kolkata, I feel so sad, so happy and really get lost in the charm of the city...I really look around Sealdah station and try to relate the nostalgia of my mom that she used to share with us, but could I really, I wonder...The city of 60's from the eyes of a merely 7/8 years-old child from a remote village of Bangladesh and a victim of separation....well tats a different story, which I would really take you to someday later on in life)....
As in the movie, I could really relate the inate feelings and trauma of survivors of such male-dominated families, where only the male children obtain education, go out to earn and has every right to take a decision, pertaining to him or anyone else in his family...Though the family seemed to be residing in the remotes and the villainous protagonist carried with him a much-much laid off attitude, being a victim of separation holding orthodox values, but in no means, do I find any difference in today's life...Actually, when I watch the old movies, I could really connect them to today's world...baas the settings are changed...The issue still remains..(e.g. kissa kursi ka is yet another movie...its so much same with today's political world ..the society, the people, we had not changed at all...
The desire to have a male child, who could really join a father towards supporting a family drove the protagonist of ths movie mad...For the sake of it, he had 7 girl children and ultimately a girl-like boy...I mean that person's ego, his thoughts somehow left me thoughful andd which is often seen around in a refined version...Why do people think that along with a male child comes the safety, appreciation, lauds, and lots of hopes in the minds of people...Well, might be true to some extent...but really do u think, a man after marriage supports his parents financially...These days, parents are smarter and do not depend solely on their children...It is so sick that people beleive that the dynasty can be protected with the male child only...Only he would be able to perform the last rituals and post rituals... Well these days, there are numerous instances, when women have taken the pleasure of doing it so...
Leave people apart, I myself have been a victim of the same as I gave birth to a female child...I dont blame anyone...Nobody has control on our minds, our thoughts ...we do react in a way we see people reacting nearby...We in the desire to have a male child who could support us later in life, forget every other things in this world...and divulge all our assets in the making of the same...
Parents whole heartedly sets in to provide all those pertinent elements of life and leave no issue unmet...Later on for the sake of imparting best education, the son travels out of home, for he has to be independent and live a wonderful life...As obvious, he settles down in a far-far-away land, gradually grows up his own clan and continue his own life....
OOPs!! In this between, wht happens to the happy-go-lucky parents...They r never endowed with the blessings of living along with their son...Every moment is just spent for the sake of living in the desire, in the hope, that still someday, when life calls, their son would be with them, support them forever...But will that day come...????
(The greeneries of Bangladesh, food habbit, their culture, the trauma of refugees during the separation takes me down the memory lane of my mom, who was a victim of the same....Perhaps, this is why whenever, I go to Kolkata, I feel so sad, so happy and really get lost in the charm of the city...I really look around Sealdah station and try to relate the nostalgia of my mom that she used to share with us, but could I really, I wonder...The city of 60's from the eyes of a merely 7/8 years-old child from a remote village of Bangladesh and a victim of separation....well tats a different story, which I would really take you to someday later on in life)....
As in the movie, I could really relate the inate feelings and trauma of survivors of such male-dominated families, where only the male children obtain education, go out to earn and has every right to take a decision, pertaining to him or anyone else in his family...Though the family seemed to be residing in the remotes and the villainous protagonist carried with him a much-much laid off attitude, being a victim of separation holding orthodox values, but in no means, do I find any difference in today's life...Actually, when I watch the old movies, I could really connect them to today's world...baas the settings are changed...The issue still remains..(e.g. kissa kursi ka is yet another movie...its so much same with today's political world ..the society, the people, we had not changed at all...
The desire to have a male child, who could really join a father towards supporting a family drove the protagonist of ths movie mad...For the sake of it, he had 7 girl children and ultimately a girl-like boy...I mean that person's ego, his thoughts somehow left me thoughful andd which is often seen around in a refined version...Why do people think that along with a male child comes the safety, appreciation, lauds, and lots of hopes in the minds of people...Well, might be true to some extent...but really do u think, a man after marriage supports his parents financially...These days, parents are smarter and do not depend solely on their children...It is so sick that people beleive that the dynasty can be protected with the male child only...Only he would be able to perform the last rituals and post rituals... Well these days, there are numerous instances, when women have taken the pleasure of doing it so...
Leave people apart, I myself have been a victim of the same as I gave birth to a female child...I dont blame anyone...Nobody has control on our minds, our thoughts ...we do react in a way we see people reacting nearby...We in the desire to have a male child who could support us later in life, forget every other things in this world...and divulge all our assets in the making of the same...
Parents whole heartedly sets in to provide all those pertinent elements of life and leave no issue unmet...Later on for the sake of imparting best education, the son travels out of home, for he has to be independent and live a wonderful life...As obvious, he settles down in a far-far-away land, gradually grows up his own clan and continue his own life....
OOPs!! In this between, wht happens to the happy-go-lucky parents...They r never endowed with the blessings of living along with their son...Every moment is just spent for the sake of living in the desire, in the hope, that still someday, when life calls, their son would be with them, support them forever...But will that day come...????
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