You've to fight the battle

Friday, March 31, 2017

One of my most favourite cinematic moments is preceded by the dance performance by absolutely stunning Neha Dubey in Monsoon Wedding (2001). This is hardly the post/opportunity to get into the film (incase you haven't seen it, do yourself a favour and watch it right now) but literally, every single frame of this film is brilliant. It's tied so well, you'd want to be a part of the Verma family and attend the wedding yourself.

To save your time and mine, let me attempt to break one of my favourite scenes down. In the film, Randeep Hooda's character has come down from Melbourne to attend the wedding. He's been flirting with Neha Dubey's character and appearing deceivingly innocent of all that's been happening around him. At the beginning of this fucking amazing scene, she's lost her dancing partner. In some cases, it may appear as if she's lost the election to the right wing but don't let it fool you.


When Dubey walks to him at 1:21:26 to explain her predicament, she asks if he could join her. According to her, he knows all the steps and can fill in for what's amiss.

"You can do it...", she says and pleads.

"Please, I'm begging you. I really need your help.", she adds as the onlookers drop their conversation to just look at them interact.

"...I can't dance to this music.", he breaks it down for her.

While she leaves in a foul mood after calling him a firangi, the most beautiful portion of the film begins.

"I just fell from the grace.", Hooda's character adds rather sheepishly to the lady next to him.

"My darling, you’ve to be standing up to be able to fall. I mean if you keep sitting on your ass, nothing’s gonna happen."

The lady sighs and adds,

"Only brave warriors fall from their horses in battle. How can kneeling cowards know what a fall is?"

She ends her statement and Dubey's performance begins. 


Dubey begins dancing alone and everyone at the party is completely enamoured by her moves. She's joined mid-performance, by a burly looking man that nobody gives half a flying fuck about, at least the audience. Our hero, Mr Hooda, comes in just in time with his masculinity and pushes the burly man away from his object of affection, only to be her dance partner. 


If only the liberals in our country grew a spine and looked outside of their minuscule lives and workplaces that have their interest. We'd not be losing this battle this way. One of my dearest friends, who's always stood for things, for the people recently told me, "What can we do? We can't fight it. If you need Adhaar to file income tax then you've to get it. There's no point arguing over it. They are not going to stop it."

It broke my heart. Last time my heart broke as much, I'd found out Santa is played by my parents. 



I'm not going to lie. We need someone to resuscitate us all. Our hopes to begin with. 

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