I’m writing with the tune of Kun Faya Kun playing in the background. That film has stayed with us all these years, you know, the craving you feel for a movie even into our adulthood.
Rockstar, Rang de Basanti, and Swades are some of those crave-worthy creations.
Leaving the talk on films to another day, we see Ranbir finally discovering himself when he moves out, and leaves his safety, his comfort, his cozy home.
I clearly remember him saying this famous dialogue,
“Meri life mein kuch hua hi nahi hai, maine kabhi kuch khoya hi nahi, mere dono maa baap bhi zinda hai”
I mean, it wasn’t exactly this, and I don’t want to break my flow with a Google search, so let’s try remembering the dialogue together.
Ummmm, tough try…
So, basically…
He talks about the lack of pain, trauma, and shock level in his life, until, well, he is eaten whole by it.
He develops this intense need to create and let out. He turns into a real artist when he begins to use his art as a tunnel to slice off the unbearable pain.
This need to ease the pain through art is a well-known concept. Writers, musicians, painters (Van Gogh!), dancers, singers- everyone has a level of pain they let out with each note, stroke, or move.
This artistic realisation gets slightly easier, and possible when you are let out into the world at an early age, like in the West.
People go out to find their true selves, their true passions unlike us in the North where we study our asses off to find the first best thing that’ll sustain us.
Obviously, everyone has different experiences but the majority of any Asian’s life is not about self-discovery but the route to finding money, money that feeds and sustains. Money that gets you closer to realise your passion after a few (or a lot) of years spent just keeping yourself safe, fed, and sheltered.
What about those kids who never get a way out?
Kids who always live with their family till death do them part. They’re so used to being taken care of, used to the comfort and the nurturing environment they’ve been raised in.
How do they find themselves in this cushiony nest?
Like all the major protagonists in books or films, we always see them going out into the wild to realise who they are in their entirety. Never in the comfort of their homes.
They don’t go out for a few hours and come back and partake in the same cycle and suddenly wake up saying Eureka, I’ve found myself.
In the movie too, he just leaves. And def goes wild. He travels, meets people, falls in love, makes music, gets swallowed by pride, and suffers a cancerous heartbreak — if this is not life, what is?
Alors, do we all actually live or create this same cushiony nest wherever we are. How do we get closer to being the Rockstars of our lives?
Food for thought hein?
