Dangal – The Movie

I’m not that kind of a person who sits and writes a movie review on the night of seeing the movie. Usually I come home mull over it for a couple of days, think ponder and wonder and the three verbs repeat a half a dozen more times and then forget about the review. However there is this movie – Dangal; there is something about this movie; something that is so close to reality, the elegance and the cinematography. When it comes to Indian cinema, it is usually high on drama, the good and the bad kind. Dangal craves its story on emotions yet not making it dragging, subtly hooks the audience into the screenplay. As we move through the story, we will realise the initial references are well connected.

As Malcolm Gladwell rightly puts across, extraordinary people do not just fall from trees but are nurtured, cared and are in the right place in the right time. This story about Geeta Babita and their father Mahavir shows the sacrifices of a champion, the 10,000 hours invested to become an extraordinary person. The pleasure and pain of choices kick-starts the movie. The thoughts of the little kids that gets molded and focused with a brush of reality brings in the crucial plot twist. The struggles and the sacrifices that the family undergoes; the support extended before one becomes famous; the funds and the alternatives undertaken gives in to the old adage ‘Where there is a will, there is a way’.

Two aspects that forms the base of this story – woman empowerment and sports in India. Well where do I start, sports in India requires an attention that would be given to a burning house in the midst of a hay field. Enough said with that, despite there being no coach in real lives of Geeta and Babita as shown in the movie, there are people in the system who ruins it to the very core. Rotten. It starts right from the district level and travels all the way in. We need to start recognising talent, keep political motives and personal gains away and just look at talent. In the life history of every other Indian sportsman there would be a mention of these kinds of people.

As for woman empowerment, there is no greater joy than seeing the thrust given to these girls, some places little too much, but nevertheless worth every bit of the time spent. The motivation to look woman beyond someone creating a progeny. This might not be that effective to see when one is used to living in city, but imagine, these girls were born in a village that too Harayana, a place famous for many things including female foeticide. When the little girl getting married at such a young age, imagine the burden that is kept on her shoulders, the fears and the reality – it’s not a rosy picture. To stand out from that crowd, not succumbing to the critics and the norms of the society gives us life goals.

It is not a review, but just the onslaught of oodles of thoughts running amok in my head. It is a must watch, Dangal, in every sense of it!


I just love the attitude of this kid | Source – Internet


G for GO Happy Kid

Day#4 of the VIBGYOR CBC challenge.

G for Green.

“Akrith! Lights out in ten.” His mom called out.
The eight year old looked up from his drawing book, curly hair tossled with jerk. Tall and skinny kid, pouted and resumed sketching. His artistic skills were growing day by day; he drew a picture of his mom dad and himself. Everyone were smiling back at him.
He then heard his mother coming in, “Akrith! Go and sleep! NOW!” she commanded
She did not even wait to see his reaction or the beautiful sketch he was working on. He silently closed his book, brushed his teeth, and got under covers. A silent tear dribbled across his cheek, his pillows dutifully collected them.
“God! Why?” He thought. It has been weeks since the first fight broke out at his home between his parents. They were perfect for each other he thought. He continued to hear loud voices from outside the door.
The door clicked open, his dad walked in swiftly. He planted a quick kiss on his son’s forehead, turned off the light, and walked away. Akrith tossed and turned in his bed. He knew something was terribly wrong between them. He feared if everything might change. He barely slept. His pillows alone knew his sobs.
School just started a week before; he became further restless. Over the days, he pages remained blank. Soon his teachers didn’t reach out to his problems, but further added to them. He was branded an under performer. Empty pages, fickle mind, and innocent tears couldn’t serve a map to his little heart.
Few more days went this way, until one fine day he swooned in the class.
Sirens flared, and wheels rolled him to a hospital.
Jolted with shock, his parents rushed to endure the results of their folly.
The doctors had vacant expressions for them.

Green Ribbon is associated with Childhood depression, especially for those who handle even glass with lots of care but not a child’s heart. 
*This post is a part of VIBGYOR Challenge – Day#4 – Green
V for Violet
I for Indigo
B for Brown