Kurasawa's throne of blood was good.intense.The use of light and shade is phenomenal.What I like in his movies is the interplay of silence with spoken word and emotions on the faces.I feel silense in the movies offer the viewer a space .A mental space in which he can construct a story .....almost parallel....to whats happening on the screen .A good storyteller always pauses in between ......it gives the child wings to fly and to come back.The space is essential to understand the story..... especially the concepts if they are abstract.Speaking of abstracts ...you know... one of the most sensible questions asked in the last 5years is the question that mangal pandey asks in the movie...he says ...rather asks....."yeh SARKAR hota kya hai?"how many of us in the development sector actually ask this question to ourselves.The whole aspect of government is so clear to us ....like tendulkars cricket.We talk about it so freely ...and comment about it so freely....many of us ... have we touched a leather ball any time ? i dont know.We talk about politicians in the same way...without even contesting a class representative election...never.Not that we need to ..but could we be a lil introspective?the more time i spend in understanding mangal pandey's query,the better i feel i understand the the 'government and the governance'...gosh its so complex.....so tough .....so simple and so easy ....at the same time...some how i feel the same about the phrases"community"......"marginalization"......and "development".May be ill take some time to understand them...
But what is amusing ....is that at each passing moment i feel strongly about these very words that i am confused about.....they don't distress me any more ...to admit....that i don't know ....that i feel....and that i want to know....i just hope that this ......IS...my life...and it WILL remain like that ....be cause its such fun not knowing ......and trying to know.
because it give the life ......so wretched and unbearable....in Bombay........a meaning
because it gives hope...
and its hope ...that leads me ..to Love...
isn't this wonderful?
Zo?
But what is amusing ....is that at each passing moment i feel strongly about these very words that i am confused about.....they don't distress me any more ...to admit....that i don't know ....that i feel....and that i want to know....i just hope that this ......IS...my life...and it WILL remain like that ....be cause its such fun not knowing ......and trying to know.
because it give the life ......so wretched and unbearable....in Bombay........a meaning
because it gives hope...
and its hope ...that leads me ..to Love...
isn't this wonderful?
Zo?
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