Watched Ijazzat once again and yet again the women in me cried for rekha and anuradha.... the two women torn between the whimsical, confused and definitely extremely mentally weak naseeruddin shah.....
Their fate decided by a man who was himself not sure of what he desired... what he should have stood by and what he should have let go... torn between his audacity and the pressures of society and in turn weaving a web of lies for himself and for the two of them.....
Now Now.... I am getting critical but just couldnt help feel bad and acknowledge that women's fate still remains putty in hands of the male to an extent....
The movie always tends to bring out the feministic streak in me and leaves me in a conundrum of helplessness and despair......
I inevitably end up talking vehemently of how wrong the protagonist was to the two females and fret and carry this heartburn and then forget over a couple of days... So this time around decided to vent it out on blog and feel sorry for their plight
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I had seen the movie sometime back and this post filled that gap of not having discussed it with you :) .
miss you.
Keep writing !
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