शहर से गुज़रते हुए देखा कुछ गगन-चुम्बी इमारतें अपनी शोख़ियों पर इतराती थीं किसी गुफ्तगू में मशगूल थीं वो पर मोटर के शोर में आवाज़ें ग़ुम हो जातीं थीं मैं ठिठका सोचा भला सीमेंट की ये मीनारें क्यों हैं यूँ बदगुमान क्या पा लिया इन्होंने जिससे मैं हूँ अनजान ? पूछा क्यों इस तरह अपनी ऊंचाई से तंज कसती हो इंसान का घरौंदा हो क्या इसलिए ख़ुद को आक़ा समझती हो ? वो मुस्क़ुरा कर बोलीं अकेले ही यूँ बदज़ुबानी ? यहाँ है कौन तुम्हें अपना कहने को ? --- सन्नाटा --- मैंने उस ख़ामोशी में खोजे अपने पुराने साथी बुलबुल , जुगनू , कोयल पर सुना तो सिर्फ वो गन-शॉट और ओट में छुपे कबूतरों की चीखें |
Picturesque, pious and genuine – that’s what I think about the new sweet in town; Barfi! I went into the theatre expecting a classic but that’s not all that I came out with…I came out with a curve on my lips, moisture in my eyes and a sense of self-realization within of what we are losing.
The sunshine, the greenery, simple things and the fun in them… things we do not have time to notice are the things that give meaning to life. Objects which are a forgotten part of our lives are not mere objects, but memories; the paper boats, the mirror flash games, ahh…I got the taste of the years goneby.
The movie was a biography in itself, a mellifluous poem which can be sung. Wonderful casting, great direction, excellent cinematography and oh-so-soothing music! Barfi, Jhilmil and Shruti graced the screen with their enigma, charm and sacred relationships – the relationships which are hard to find today. Selfless love with no physicality involved, no show-shaa or tantrums, love in its purest form.
Dialogues were probably a waste as the act put up by the actors did not require speech; body was the canvas and soul was the colour.
What I found a little undersaid was the relationship between Barfi and Jhilmil. At some point it seemed like one-sided love when Jhilmil tries to be a wife by wearing a saree and fanning him on meals but only to go unnoticed. Barfi’s intensity of love only came into picture when Jhilmil goes missing. From then and he makes us realize why love does not require speech as Shruti’s mother tells her.
Moment which got tears rolling down the eyes was the one where Barfi out of sheer disappointment at being rejected/misunderstood over his marriage proposal shows a mute outburst which was possibly the only time he gets angry. Another doubtlessly would be the hunt for Jhilmil at the care centre. The last scene reminded me of the Nicholas Spark novel The Notebook.
Although there were few things I found not-so-convincing – Ilena’s voice when in her youth was sharp and pitchy, sounding harsh in the otherwise silent movie; the makeup of the old couple was also not upto the mark (can you imagine a wrinkled body with young hands despite a close-up of them!). But these are only minor things which can be forgiven for the otherwise marvelous effort.
I hope such movies will raise the level of cinema. Looking forward to more of such soulful cinema.
The sunshine, the greenery, simple things and the fun in them… things we do not have time to notice are the things that give meaning to life. Objects which are a forgotten part of our lives are not mere objects, but memories; the paper boats, the mirror flash games, ahh…I got the taste of the years goneby.
The movie was a biography in itself, a mellifluous poem which can be sung. Wonderful casting, great direction, excellent cinematography and oh-so-soothing music! Barfi, Jhilmil and Shruti graced the screen with their enigma, charm and sacred relationships – the relationships which are hard to find today. Selfless love with no physicality involved, no show-shaa or tantrums, love in its purest form.
What I found a little undersaid was the relationship between Barfi and Jhilmil. At some point it seemed like one-sided love when Jhilmil tries to be a wife by wearing a saree and fanning him on meals but only to go unnoticed. Barfi’s intensity of love only came into picture when Jhilmil goes missing. From then and he makes us realize why love does not require speech as Shruti’s mother tells her.
Moment which got tears rolling down the eyes was the one where Barfi out of sheer disappointment at being rejected/misunderstood over his marriage proposal shows a mute outburst which was possibly the only time he gets angry. Another doubtlessly would be the hunt for Jhilmil at the care centre. The last scene reminded me of the Nicholas Spark novel The Notebook.
Although there were few things I found not-so-convincing – Ilena’s voice when in her youth was sharp and pitchy, sounding harsh in the otherwise silent movie; the makeup of the old couple was also not upto the mark (can you imagine a wrinkled body with young hands despite a close-up of them!). But these are only minor things which can be forgiven for the otherwise marvelous effort.
I hope such movies will raise the level of cinema. Looking forward to more of such soulful cinema.
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