Movie Review: Listen Amaya

I recently saw Listen Amaya, in my humble opinion a must watch. It is a quintessential small, cozy, bundled up in the joys of good acting cinema. In fact I call it cinema and not a film because very recently I was told by a writer that Cinema is a discipline. A film is too trivial a word to use for a piece of storytelling which is made from the soul. Hence, I choose to call Listen Amaya a piece of cinema. 

I am going to start with the highlights of the film. Farooq Sheikh and his sheer presence on the screen is overwhelming. He reminds me of my dad and other important people in my parent's lives who fill you up with warmth every time you meet them. They are your "go to" people outside your family and I have a fair few of these in my life. Needless to say I am talking about Farooq Sheikh and his character interchangeably because he becomes the character in every film that he does and this one is just the same. I don't even know if I can call his work great acting because it is as far away from being pretentious and being acted out as something can be

Deepti Naval steals the show with being just a mom. She is nothing more or less. There are hints of a "woman" that you see in the movie but those glimpses are always through the lens of her being a mom. She looks like she has lived and run "book a coffee" for years and actually has a relationship with all her clients and does see the world through their eyes 

The story of the busy bazaar and in short Old Delhi intricately woven into the lives of all characters and the soul of the film is endearing.

But the reason I will remember this film and I know it will become my "go to" film during loneliness is because it tells the story of every Mom and independent daughter. Every single scene b/w Deepti Naval and Amaya will take every girl who has been brought up to have a POV in life back to her youth. The reflected confidence of Amaya is clearly derived from the strength of her relationship with her Mom and whether we agree or not - it is the same for all of us. Every big fight with our respective moms troubles us for days and makes us listless as nothing else ever can. Our moms irrespective of how angry and disappointed they are with us will always care for our food and our happiness. And somehow they are absolutely devoid of ego when it comes to their daughters.

It is a movie which truly celebrates a mother daughter relationship in modern India and how our self esteem is driven by the strength of our relationship with our mom. 

Story of my little friend

So this is the story of my oldest friend. I got introduced to her when i was around 15. I distinctly remember, it was the summer of 1998. I had just finished my 10th standard board exams and was spending my summer vacations with my aunt in Mumbai. In fact, this was also my first rendezvous in its true sense with the city I would come to call home after 10 years. Before this time I was too little to register the existence of the city, it was always the feeling of being a part of a family reunion. This was the first time i was old enough to acknowledge Mumbai's existence as a city and having an identity of its own rather than just being a city which was a surrogate "nani ghar" to chandigarh coz my uncle/aunt stayed there.

So I met her during this time. She would visit me almost every week and although we had known each other very briefly i started identifying with her so much. She had an answer to almost everything which i couldnt get my hands around. In a very short time she became my agony aunt. I started pouring out my heart to her. It was scary in the beginning because i had started telling her my deepest secrets and my darkest fears. I was also telling her about my issues with my family, people who were and still are my only coherent world. What however, made me edgy about her was the fear of betrayal.

Over the years however, she proved her loyalties over and again and not in a manner which made me put her to test. It was unassuming and so natural that I would admire the beauty and strength of our relationship only much later and then marvel at her persistence and patience with me. She hasnt given up on me in all these 16 years - not once. 

I still recall all those times during my college days when insecurity and absolute lack of self confidence would ail me and she would always sit and listen to my ranting endlessly. Never once getting tired of hearing the same thing over and again. She always gave me the strength to believe in myself and to fight for my righteousness. And backed by her supporti did - never once did i give up on my values and ideals. Even when sticking to them meant having fewer friends and more fights. I used her support to fill myself with more knowledge, more rigour and more drive to achieve what I deserved to achieve. 

She handheld me through all my struggles. She ensured I could be 2 different personalities. I could be irrational, emotional, under confident and insecure b/w her and me and then i could be this confident, independent, driven, competitive, outspoken, bindaas fun loving woman which the world saw. And somewhere i think i also became the latter - because the former was so well taken care of by her that it almost became a dormant side, threatening to flare up only and only when failures loomed ahead of me. But then between her and me we handled it extremely well.

And the best part about her was her ability to give me space. There was never place for possessiveness and insecurity between us. Everytime there were new people in my life who she knew i loved or trusted more than her she would back off. She would allow me to give them space to become a part of my life and partly take up her role of validating my decisions and feelings because i need a lot of that. She in fact was almost saintly in her behaviour with me. When (and there have been more than 1 ocassion) i burnt my hands with my blind belief in these new people she would never rub the lack of judgement in my face. She would always very patiently explain to me what went wrong, how could i hav avoided it, what were the signs i should have watched out for and where should i have drawn a line. And after every such incident she would take me back under her wing making everything hunky dory all over again. Well it was never an overnight process. It took time for meto finish this conversation with her, after endless arguements, discussions and evidences from both of us will I reach a conclusion. 

Its only lately, when i think life has taken a rather unexpected and not so pleasant turn that i have also started seeing her in a new light. I think that she has her own set of limitations. She was a good friend when she was in the background. In recent times i think she has started hanging on my arm a little too much. And sometimes instead of being a companion become me. This has made her advice not advice but action because we have become one. And on more than 1 ocassion instead of having the liberty of listening to her point of view, debating it in my own head and then taking a decision and action, I have just taken action basis her feeling and thought about an incident. And amongst the many that i have accepted and moved on from, one still hurts me. I wish I could undo it and not because i was wrong or what i did was wrong. No, in fact amongst the others that i am ready to move on from this was the one where i was most right. 

But then I dont know if being right in this situation is worth the result it has yielded. The hurt  and pain of losing my best friend isnt worth listening to her. I would have been fine with her losing over and again to him. Yes i know what he did was wrong, it was uncalled for and it hurt beyond anything else. But then not having him around isnt any less painful. Not being a part of his happiness is not where i ever thought both of us would be. I should have let her lose this time. I let her lose to men who only ended up hurting me. Then why did i not allow her to lose to him who has always been my only support system outside my family. I should have waited for him to fight this battle with her, assuage her and win it. And i would have, if only he had tried. If only for once he had mustered the courage to make a 1 sided conversation and let her hear him out. If only he had knocked on her door more than once. If  only he knew that she was also hurting because he was the only one she had ever trusted with me. If only he knew that everytime she knew i am headed towards failure or pain, she allowed me to make those mistakes because he was there to hold my hand when i fell. She knew that in those moments i would not listen to her but only to him. 

So when she saw him leave my hand and walk off it broke her heart beyond repair. She lost all faith in her judgement of decision making. He did to her what nothing else in life could manage - shatter her trust in friendship. Well, thats the story of my friendship with my little friend - my ego, and how inspite of being by my side for almost 15 years she still never became my best friend and lost to him inspite of having proven herself and me right. 

Yaadein Radio Ceylon ki........

Well the post title of course is my filminess coming out - phoot phoot ke bollywood ka pyaar nikal raha hai :d

The genesis of this post was a rather long drive back from work last week. Everything conspired to make me think of what I am going to write now. It was one of those rare days when traffic was worse than most days - and by Mumbai standards that is saying a lot for sure. It sadly also had to be the day when my pen drive with my dump of music refused to work. It just got stuck on 1 song and refused to play anything else. And my car had come back from servicing so all my CDs were at home. So mudde ki baat yeh hai ki I had no choice but to turn on the radio. And its not that I don't listen to radio, just that the RJs and ads can sometimes suck all the happiness out of listening to music.

But this evening was quite amazing........for a change the songs were great..........mix of new songs and some old favourites. The nicest part was that the long drive also made it possible for me to sit and just marvel at "radio listening" vs listening to songs on a pen drive. If one was to somehow tune out the excessive and pointless and mostly mindless bantering of the RJs, one would find listening to radio very very entertaining.

For me the joy of a song being sprung upon you out of the blue is priceless. The feeling of discovery is absolutely joyful. Its almost as if one pauses for 5 seconds everytime a new song starts playing to just absorb the beauty of that moment and music and the surprises it is throwing at you. Also, the fact that it isnt in your control. What music can you listen to makes it even more enjoyable.

Of course for emotional freaks like me it also takes a new meaning. Songs from the past throw up random memories which then means that instead of listening to the music my mind is basking in the beauty of those memories and moments. Reliving them to the last detail. And since it happens within the confines of my car it gives me the opportunity to either laugh uncontrollably or to even feel moistness in my eyes and sometimes sheer irritation because of the memory the song has raked up.

It also brings back associations with radio and all the beautiful times I have spent with it. Loooong long time ago (15 years) I still vividly remember that FM Rainbow was our only source of listening to english songs as computers and internet were not really there. And all us friends used to religiously listen to that channel in the evening and then our school recess was dedicated to discussing the songs we nad heard. Oh god we were lame........and the worst part was that I didnt even like that music back then and used to hear it only to be able to have something to say during recess time......

Then there used to be the ride to college with one of my closest friend.......and we used to listen to radio a loooot and weirdly i remember the songs which were playing while our most engrossing concersations happened. I remember the conversations also verbatim almost but the weird thing is that i also remember the song. I also remember how when we argued or fought both of us would slip into silence and humming of the song playing and the fights would just end without ever coming up again......

Then there were these innumerable drives from godrej colony to godrej office where I had the remote of my friends car in my hand. And i had a free reign to play whatever channel i wanted toand somehow the channel surfing was an integral part of those drives e en though both of us always had sooooooo much to say so much so that we needed go fix times to finish the conversation later.....

And amidst all such beautiful memories somehow i have outgrown listening to radio.......but whenever i still go back to it - i cant help but marvel at how much fun it still is. Its almost like playing snakes and ladders or ludo again after years

A year gone by and a year brought in

The first week of a new year forces one to sit back and reflect on the year that has gone by. It is usually an interesting exercise because sometimes your memory throws back very random moments which you seriously forgot existed.

This year I had the privilege of going through this process in one of my favourite holiday destinations. The place made it an even more interesting reflection. And for a change the reminiscing happened in small dozes at very very interesting junctures of my new year trip.

To sum it up this year has been duality personified. I have had myself divided into 2 parts both of which have gone in 2 entirely different directions. And it has taken me better part of the year to try and at least bring them close enough to become two banks of a river hoping to meet at a delta or where it meets the sea. But this  duality is not what this post is about. This is just to set the context. This post is about my New year trip , the most memorable moments and how the 4 days intertwined themselves with my year that has gone by and seamlessly transported me into a new year with hopefully new beginnings and new experiences and new memories.

The most beautiful part of the trip was to be able to breathe in the open air of Goa.........to experience the twisted roads with glimpses of the sea at different bends.........to feel your hair full of the lightness of Goa........to have the blast of Goa sun.......and even with honks and traffic noises be able to surround myself with the peace that Goa fills you up with. And in these moments something within me forced me to think about the year which has gone by and what do I want to take out from it or what do I want to discard as just a bad experience and move on. The most amazing part of it was that everything that came back to me was only mine - with no one else in it - only me. It truly took me by surprise.

The other big realization during this trip was my ability to multitask. And this time it was quite impressive. I could have a conversation with myself while being fully involved in a group of 11 people. It was almost as if I was 2 people - 1 having immense amount of fun with this crazy fun bunch of people and the 2nd one talking to herself all the time. It was a bit freaky considering my ability to introspect has always been very limited. And for me both set of conversations are absolutely vivid and clear - though at that time one of them (whichever required less wit) would reach my ears only like a badly tuned radio playing somewhere in the background.

And then the most amazing thing happened to me at this beautiful beach.........while clicking the last sunset of 2012 suddenly something magical happened - I felt everything within me which fueled negativity and angst and sadness just float out of me...........it just left me like a vapour and I felt it happening. And thus I said bye to the year that has gone by............

and somewhere in the next 7 hours, in between grooving to fully dhinchak music, laughing at every little joke, saying happy new yr to old and new friends, I brought in 2013