‘Bey Yaar' http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bey_Yaar is another Gujarati film by a talented director Abhishek Jain. His successful debut film http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kevi_Rite_Jaish was very much appreciated and liked by critics as well by viewers. Gujarati cine goers were eagerly waiting for his new film and let me say that he didn’t disappoint them. Storyline, direction, photography, locations, actors, plot, script or dramatization everything is perfect. It will do good business considering the good efforts put behind making the film. It would not be wrong if I say that Abhishek has set a new benchmark for the Neo-Gujarati films. Gujarati movie lovers like me stopped watching Gujarati films since long time being fed up watching the same village based folk stories, songs and plots again and again. I see a silver line on top of the dark cloud of monotony of this industry, and am hopeful after seeing this movie. I cannot imagine even in dreams a ‘Van Gogh’ or ‘Pablo’ being mentioned in any Gujarati film of anytime and that too in a lighter, enjoyable manner. The story of three friends revolves in a good space and speed weaving threads of emotions, humor, fun, family values, romance, art, thrill and suspense. It would be unjust to people who are going to watch this movie in the theatre if I uncover the whole story here, but let me assure you that this is a totally different, must -watch movie of the year. The director is well groomed by a veteran showman of Bollywood ‘Subhash Ghai’ but in spite of that he keeps his identity intact and ignited his own sparks while choosing frames. Some of his shots are excellent, especially when ‘Jitubhai’ a father slapped his son ‘Chetan’ [Chako] and told him to leave the house, showing that the stolen painting is not much important to him compared to the faith broken by his own son. It is excellently filmed scene. But the scene I liked much is of a curator Y.B. Gandhi [Manoj Joshi] standing between the glass partisans quoting ‘one should not play blind in business.’ It didn’t occur to my mind until my daughter sitting next to me pointed out that Manoj Joshi stood there with multiple mirrored images of faces, having a cunning smile only to portray the ten headed Ravana from the saga Ramayana, a perfect villain. Kudos to the director, actors and photographer. Amit Mistry played a memorable humorous role. He is a stallion for long races, I have no doubt about it. This movie has cleared the bad debt, a stigma of monotony labelled on Gujarati film industry and now ‘Hisab Chukte,’ as the last dialogue spoken in the film. All in all this is a fantastic movie for all cine lovers, Gujarati or Non-Gujarati, with little knowledge of the language. I highly recommend this film to all my friends. It is still running amazingly even after many months from its release. Go and enjoy it in theatres. Let us spread the spirit of Gujarat and Gujarati in the world.
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Sunday, April 5, 2015
She came to my clinic with her three children; two of them were ill and she too. While I was preparing medicine for them, three children were making chaos in the clinic. One opened the lower cabinet under the table and pulled out some stationery, second was busy climbing to the grill over the window, third smallest one was shouting something in slum language. I was getting irritated, against my nature of being calm in such situation. But all three of them seemed a real pain in the neck. Mother was feeling embarrassing. She was weak and coughing heavily. I asked her, how she was managing with these kinds of children at home. She didn’t answer and tried to control the trio unsuccessfully. Top of this she didn’t have enough money to pay my fees. I became upset and frustratingly told her, “Do you know what the real problem with you are? You have more than you can handle”, I was stating about her children.
She didn’t answer.
I was about to give her a small lecture on ‘self-induced poverty ‘but hold back myself. She was avoiding an eye contact and looking to the floor.
She paid only half of my fees, and promised another half, next day.
Before leaving, she paused at the door and said, “My husband has a good job, but he left us for no reason. I am living with my old aged parents who work as a housemaid to three places. Three pregnancies were never my choice, but obligatory on me by husband, and now he is not taking care of us. My poor parents are not capable to look after me and my children. Lack of care and education made them such disobedient and mischievous. I am sorry for the troubles they created.” She looked hurt. “I will pay your dues tomorrow,” with these words she left, seizing the hand of her smaller one, who was still hanging on the doorknob.
Only after she left, it became clear to my mind that she was not the main accountable person for her deprived situation. The real culprit was her careless, flee-away husband.
Suddenly I regretted for the comment I have made just few minutes ago, ‘You have more than you can handle.’ But my regret was in no way capable to heal the bitter feeling, I have just contributed to her already wretched life. The regret, which was so weak infertile and meaningless.