When a movie echoes a real life experience, its tends to scoop out a space for itself close to your heart. No matter that the echo is sometimes faint, almost so soft you have to strain to hear it. But its there. A feeble glimmer of familiarity. Of likeness to your life. In ideology, if not circumstance. In spirit, if not events. And that’s what watching Delhi 6 was like for me. Like looking into a weird parallel world, uncannily similar to my own in some ways. Or it seemed, at the time.
This past weekend, apart from drowning myself in Steely Dan, I did something quite unlike myself: I watched movies at home. I’m either too distracted by commercial breaks that brilliantly break the flow, or I’m too restless to watch a movie from end to end. Somehow the enclosed space within a movie hall fights all urges to walk around and do something else that commands my attention. But something about the bliss and melancholy of this past weekend just made it fitting to watch a movie. Make that two movies.
I wrote about Delhi 6 soon after I watched it back in 2009. And when I look back at the post today, I see how its saying everything I wanted to say, but in a rushed restless way. So many thoughts, so many parallels, so many truths about my life. Jumping up in the race to be heard. But when I sit down to write this, after I have watched the movie for the second time now, 3 years later, I find that my observations are much the same. The same truths, and same thoughts. Just a lot calmer. Easy, no rush, and a mellow acceptance glazes over me. The movie made me smile rather than get all worked up about the way families and society can be.
That was the aggravated, angry me of 2009. And this, perhaps is the at-peace-with-most-things me of 2011. Watching the movie this time hit one truth home. Aside from the obvious kala bandar metaphor (like it or not, he’s in there somewhere hiding beneath the surface, in each and every one of you) making us angry afraid and unconsciously controlling a lot of what we say and do, and the overused joint-family story, the stupid little pigeon that flew off seemed to make sense. Flying off into the horizon doesn’t come easy. It takes some support, a little courage, a sense of curiosity for the unknown, and a real love for independence. A sense of fearless abandon to go where your heart takes you.
As I watched the movie a second time over, basking in the afterglow of a listless Sunday afternoon, it pretty much summed up the what life in the last three years has meant to me.