I too was carried away by the rumor and almost posted this writeup. So, after a delay and much consideration I am posting it verbatim to underline and tag the disinformation that affects us and must be dealt with all urgency. Meanwhile I hope Mr. Dharmendra lives many more years in peace.
The age of innocence
Nowadays they call it movie, they
call it paddam or cinema, but when we were young, we knew only the word picture.
And in picture things were quite clear, there will be hero, heroin, villain and
funny people. The template was quite fixed. What we would look forward to was good
‘fight’, which we emulated in slow motion, including open eyed death scene!
Dharmendra was right at the top. His snarling dialogues were rage. I really
liked enacting him. When I became aware of him, he had already passed his
prime, weekend movies on television revived his glory. His death is passing away of slice of childhood.
Those were age of innocence that also
coincided with my life (I wonder if I were an adult I would watch). Movies as
sophisticated expression of art came quite late. Even when I was in my early 20s I
would be watching movies like Cliffhanger in Chennai big screen, not
once but three times, in the back row, the middle row, and right in the front.
Watching movies like Cliffhanger from the front row was a unique
experience! It was much later that I got into film festival circuit, as also
printing fake entries (those days it was fun -trolling the system, in the
present context with increased security concerns it is a serious crime).
Nowadays with online access things have become convenient as also better
options from array of brilliant international movies and old classics that give
new meaning and understanding to art as an expression of life. There are
ofcourse lots of mediocre nonsense on offer but these can easily be chaffed
through. Indeed, finding a good movie (like a good book) to invest your precious
time and effort has become an arduous task. Many a times when I am in a mood to
watch some good movie in the afternoon, I spent more time in trying to find out
what to watch! And only after finding strong recommendations from multiple
reliable sources do I settle to watch. Sometimes having started to watch a movie after much scrutiny you realize that it is not matching the standards. Watching
best from all across the world for many decades evolve sensibilities and you know within 15-20 minutes whether the movie is worth
the time. Nobody is really interested in stories (the template is quite
limited) but the nuance and depth of complexities and expressions. Even in crime
thrillers stories influence is quite limited, it is how narration handled
and image worked that leaves abiding impact and adds layers of meaning. For instance,
High and Low made in 1960s (Akira Kurosawa) is such a brilliant movie
while the recent remake (Spike Lee) such a shoddy attempt.
*What I find charming in Indian movies
(ofcourse apart from reminiscence of childhood innocence) are some really
soulful well sung songs and brilliant (indeed sometimes embarrassing) play of
colors. Many memorable songs were filmed with Dharmendra. The thing about movie
songs is that they work in limited frame of simple language so as to connect to
the mass. This simplicity that touches millions of hearts is profound. What
makes it further dear is life embedded in these moments of listening hence
vivid association with memory. Some of Dharmendra movie songs clearly presents early
teen years in mind’s eye. Ofcourse there were lots of garbage in Indian movies but
some precious gems stand out. The other day I was listening to Malayalam song
while driving (Olichirikkan from Aranyakam movie by ONV). O such a
beautiful deceptively simple song (lyrics are amazing and well sung -Chitra, the
music though is seriously lacking), it increases my happiness index every time!
What I specifically find adorable is this exquisite line Thotta vadi ninne
eniku enthu ishtum annanno – “touch-me-not (plant) how much I love you
you-know”. What really takes this line to quaint beauty is the word enthu,
the line could’ve been Thotta vadi ninne eniku ishtum annanno
“touch-me-not (plant) how I love you you-know”. As also the word annanno,
instead of annu. Ofcourse it creates musicality but the difference is
much deeper, from annu to annanno makes it adoringly innocent. These
words really change it into something very precious.






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