A Death in the Gunj: The End.

(Talking movies, differently #8)
(Contains spoilers)

So what happened? Did Shutu die?

As I write this blog post I don’t know whether I want to focus on the end more or what lead to an ending like that. Surely A Death in the Gunj was a beautifully directed movie for it kept foreshadowing an impending death and kept leaving the end of the plot in the nuances of its making; only it didn’t serve the audience an expected revelation or in a more colloquial sense, ‘refused to spoon feed the audience.’

Why is the audience forced to think about the end? A movie that so plainly laid all its characters in place, didn’t adhere to the ‘thriller-drama’ formula instead chose to drop hints with extreme close up shots since the very beginning of the movie, why did it not say just what happened in the end? I think it is a classic case of drop the details and weave your version as to what just happened. I guess it was a brilliant move to involve the audience into the story to decide what happened in their version of the story.

In my version of the story the threat to the identity and roles of a gender was so exhaustively tackled that the threat barely seemed like a threat, yet had the potential to play with the audience, and was shot dead in the socially acceptable construct of toxic masculinity.

So, what happened in your version of the story? Or was there ever a version?


Was there a reason why Shutu and Tani went along well? Maybe Shutu even found some solace in the un-tainted perspective of Tani’s world. 


Of Bombay and Wake up Sid

(Talking movies, differently #2)
(Contains spoilers)

Ten years ago when I had watched Wake up Sid, I was a child with hopes and aspirations and dreams to hold on to. At that time this movie was all about growing up and living the life of my dreams just like Aisha. The scary proposition of moving to a new city and building your life there moment by moment was exciting to me, also the independence that came along with it. The movie doesn’t focus entirely on the hardships that the Bombay city presses on you once you choose to live and make a life in this city and so then the child in me aspired for how Aisha lived and what she had.

Sid: Aisha, tum Bombay kyun aayi ho?
Aisha: Independent banne…I’ve lived all my life in Calcutta. Apni life ko ek nayi direction dena chahti thi toh Bombay chali aayi!’

Ten years later, today, I have come a long way- I pursued my graduation in Bombay, explored myself as a writer and then moved to Ahmedabad for my post graduation in English literature. Where my life was drawing parallels with Aisha’s in my years in Bombay and the independence of living I had a chance to experience in Ahmedabad, my post education time and my cluelessness today to find a purpose in life slowly drags me to relate more with Sidhharth’s character these days. In all these years my life has changed and so has the dynamism of characters crafted in the movie for me. Maybe that’s what it means when an art grows with time.

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