I do not know why, but I always find movies intriguing or I could say, I get the urge to watch them only after a year or two of its release. Meanwhile, the first day-first show-first ticket hype somehow is a big turn off. I wait, wait until all the hype settles down, wait until people are done with updating about the movie on Facebook, Twitter and Whatsapp. And then, I wait to forget all about it. I wait for the slipping away of even the slightest memory about the movie. Finally, one fine day, I just can't wait to watch it. One such day was, today.
After completing two brilliant novels, all I wanted to do this evening was watch the movie, 'The Lunchbox.' Calm, composed, tranquil and yet leaves a deep impression on the audience. Thought provoking, spurring a plethora of stories in the deep ocean of imagination. In my opinion, this is how a movie should be. It shouldn't impose itself on you, it shouldn't be vehement or clamorous. Rather; gently, compassionately and effortlessly win you over. The protagonist, Saajan (Irrfan Khan) captivates the audience with his irritable nature as required by the storyline, so much so that, I longed to catch a glimpse of him smiling or in the least, grinning.
It's beautiful how the movie unfolds, little by little, adorning expanding brilliance with each passing moment. The icing on the cake? The incomplete ending: one that spurs our imagination.
Writing in itself is a beauty. Letters have an enigmatic charisma that can never lose to a million accurate emoticons or text messages. To write to a person is to leave behind a piece of yourself in the writing. How can I not like a movie in which writing has brought about all the difference? Go ahead and watch the movie, those who haven't. And those who have, watch it again. Not much of a harm.
As I watched the movie, I realized how brilliant sounds are. Yes, sounds. Just sounds. The sound of the boots on a rain-drenched road that is on its verge of drying up. The sound of the first crunch of a toast freshly done, golden-brown and waiting to be embraced. The sound of the keys on the keyboard as I type. The sound of an auditorium full of people who clap their hands in chorus. The sound of rain dripping on the window pane. The sound of laughter echoing through a distance.The sound of tapping feet. The sound of silence.Yes, the sound of silence as well. Likewise, the sound of voices. The voice of Irrfan Khan in this case. The voice that is down with cold, the voice that is struggling through the lump in the throat, the voice that is squeaky with overwhelming happiness: Enchanting! Most of all, the voice in your head that is reading this post. Beautiful, isn't it? The smile that adorns the face now. Beautiful too. How lucky are we to experience sound. How lucky!
© Deekshita Srinivas.
After completing two brilliant novels, all I wanted to do this evening was watch the movie, 'The Lunchbox.' Calm, composed, tranquil and yet leaves a deep impression on the audience. Thought provoking, spurring a plethora of stories in the deep ocean of imagination. In my opinion, this is how a movie should be. It shouldn't impose itself on you, it shouldn't be vehement or clamorous. Rather; gently, compassionately and effortlessly win you over. The protagonist, Saajan (Irrfan Khan) captivates the audience with his irritable nature as required by the storyline, so much so that, I longed to catch a glimpse of him smiling or in the least, grinning.
It's beautiful how the movie unfolds, little by little, adorning expanding brilliance with each passing moment. The icing on the cake? The incomplete ending: one that spurs our imagination.
Writing in itself is a beauty. Letters have an enigmatic charisma that can never lose to a million accurate emoticons or text messages. To write to a person is to leave behind a piece of yourself in the writing. How can I not like a movie in which writing has brought about all the difference? Go ahead and watch the movie, those who haven't. And those who have, watch it again. Not much of a harm.
As I watched the movie, I realized how brilliant sounds are. Yes, sounds. Just sounds. The sound of the boots on a rain-drenched road that is on its verge of drying up. The sound of the first crunch of a toast freshly done, golden-brown and waiting to be embraced. The sound of the keys on the keyboard as I type. The sound of an auditorium full of people who clap their hands in chorus. The sound of rain dripping on the window pane. The sound of laughter echoing through a distance.The sound of tapping feet. The sound of silence.Yes, the sound of silence as well. Likewise, the sound of voices. The voice of Irrfan Khan in this case. The voice that is down with cold, the voice that is struggling through the lump in the throat, the voice that is squeaky with overwhelming happiness: Enchanting! Most of all, the voice in your head that is reading this post. Beautiful, isn't it? The smile that adorns the face now. Beautiful too. How lucky are we to experience sound. How lucky!
© Deekshita Srinivas.
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