Society is primitive aspect of humans living together in harmony. Time passed by, and divisions were created. Poor and rich. Middle class and upper class. Now there is upper-middle class and lower-middle class too, and I don’t know what they mean.
A still from Hindi Medium. Taken from a random facebook page.
Raj Batra lives in Chandni Chowk, or Puraani Dilli. He leads a happy life. He has everything a common man yearns for; a car, a business and a happy family. A middle class man, he is happy with what he has and where he is. But his wife isn’t. She aspires to be like rich people. She wants to live their lives. To do that, they have got money. Maybe Raj is successful in his business. Two things remain. First is if they behave like rich folks. Second is if their kid goes to the same school the rich kids go to.
Hindi medium is a fine bollywood movies. It has got moments of comedy, drama and it has a happy ending.
Hindi Medium may seem like a movie with a message. It isn’t. It is a commentary on society and the hypocrisy of people. Irony with the movie is that it is hypocritical in its approach, as it stereotypes people, i.e. How the rich folks have their superiority and the poor people endure all and go on about their daily lives without complaining. Maybe a movie for majority. This movie picks up issues relevant with present. But it does so only for the sake of either mocking them or showing them with occasional hint of overdoing it. It raises questions which are relevant with today, but answers are left to the viewer as happy ending just serves as a happy ending, for the sake of watching a feel-good movie.
For all it is, it is an enjoyable bollywood movie.
The clock tells it’s 12 A.M. Midnight. Or new day. I don’t care. Silence is here. I like silence.
I was sleeping. Something woke me up. I saw around. No one was present. I tried sleeping again. It didn’t come. Tried everything. Drank water, took a short walk, listened to music, read something; sleep eluded me. And now I feel mad. All day I have to slog through to forget this wasteland and now when I was just about to do it, something woke me up.
Bad dreams. There ain’t a thing like that for me. No dream is as scary as life. And people are stupid. They talk continuously. They talk about how they find relationships and dealing with other people difficult. People are stupid. I couldn’t say it straight to their face. They’d punch me. They talk much and listen little. Everyone does so. This is the problem. No one wants to listen and everyone talks. What a circus.
Memories. I remember them. Little piece of situation stuck in head. It comes at odd times. Makes me useless. It slows me down. Too much for remembering. Now people say memories are good and bad. Keep the good ones and forget the bad ones. I said earlier that people are stupid. They really are. Memories are just time wasted doing something and time wasted again later remembering it. I reek with cynicism.
Love is fake. Or people are. Anyways, both are fake. Belittling self everytime. Telling self they aren’t good enough for someone. Crying over things. Showing affection. Later bitterness. Waiting for the perfect one to arrive. Listening to these romantic songs. Having expectations which are always unmet. Feeling low continuously because an idiot did or said something hurtful. Then picking yourself up. Loving one. Hating him/her later. Late night chats faking intimacy. Always smiling to hide insecurity. Falling in love and then falling out. Feeling low, depressed, dejected. Then the journey of picking up pieces begin. And the worst thing. This shitshow never ends. Everytime you have your head up, there is some stupid trying to mess with it. For all love is, a con job of mind. Heart pumps blood. Mind is messy.
Come here and hit me hard
I promise I won’t bleed
But I will shed tears.
I lost some friends today. One of them was my childhood friend and other was friend from the past two years. How I feel now? I don’t know. There is a numbing pain in heart which doesn’t go. It’s faint, but it is there. All I do is tell myself that this phase will pass.
Excess of everything is bad.
I trusted my friends way too much. It was mistake on my part. But what purpose do friends serve then? Shouldn’t they be there to catch you when you fall? Or it is just that we hang out for a few days, talk about things and spend money all this time while doing nothing. Well, it wasn’t the case with me. I am not saying I did nothing wrong. I did. But i admitted my mistake and expected that they’ll forgive me. Like i forgave them earlier. But it wasn’t the case.
Men, Weakness and Society
Modern society has an interesting concept about man. It is that we are big and muscular walking bodies which are hollow from inside and the only thing we feel is hunger. If a man cries, he ain’t man then. He’s a pussy. It’s like we don’t have emotions. Who proposed this foolish notion?
I want to cry. A lot. But I won’t. Crying over past. I won’t do it anymore.
I have dreams
Big and ugly
I want to avoid them
What can i do?
I always do
But they follow me
Perhaps i should do something
I should do something to others
It will divert my mind
It will take away these ugly dreams
And i will sleep and live peacefully
I am not inhumane
I don’t want to burn others
To take away my pain
I don’t want to be ’em
But then what should i do?
Or there is something
I will do alone
Maybe the play is in me.