Inkaar is a movie that has run parallel to my life. The plot is the pallbearer of #METOO perhaps. I had seen it once, at a happier time of my life - and yet again now when life has taken 180 degree turn.
The film brought to life, emotions forcibly suppressed. The music had the eerie tones of faded nostalgia. Familiar tears pricked eyes - the sea-salt taste merged with the bitterness of being.
We all chase the eternal concept of love - to last a lifetime. Yet certain actions reduce it to ephemeral. The romance is perhaps is in the chase then.
What if burnt expectations and lost dreams, twist the deep-seated love into pure hatred? Does hatred consume you? When is the moment that you realize that its not you, but your id suffused with hatred - that has given your voice a hard edge and your demeanor the sharpness?
The film roves through the bitter-sweet journey of love's labor lost and words chosen to be unsaid. Instead actions that spoke louder than words - were enough to push each other away. Yet, the underlined reasoning was basis the purity of emotions.
Question therefore, in the turbulence of life - when all is distant and self -access is remote too - lost in the virtual threads of the many realities we wade through each - is it possible to subvert hatred into its pure form of love?
Are they really the two sides of the same coin?
Can they exist without each other? And what about with each other?
What if the hatred is too deep to let go - yet your entire being cries for its release?
What really is the path to light?
The film brought to life, emotions forcibly suppressed. The music had the eerie tones of faded nostalgia. Familiar tears pricked eyes - the sea-salt taste merged with the bitterness of being.
We all chase the eternal concept of love - to last a lifetime. Yet certain actions reduce it to ephemeral. The romance is perhaps is in the chase then.
What if burnt expectations and lost dreams, twist the deep-seated love into pure hatred? Does hatred consume you? When is the moment that you realize that its not you, but your id suffused with hatred - that has given your voice a hard edge and your demeanor the sharpness?
The film roves through the bitter-sweet journey of love's labor lost and words chosen to be unsaid. Instead actions that spoke louder than words - were enough to push each other away. Yet, the underlined reasoning was basis the purity of emotions.
Question therefore, in the turbulence of life - when all is distant and self -access is remote too - lost in the virtual threads of the many realities we wade through each - is it possible to subvert hatred into its pure form of love?
Are they really the two sides of the same coin?
Can they exist without each other? And what about with each other?
What if the hatred is too deep to let go - yet your entire being cries for its release?
What really is the path to light?
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