Yes. I am mesmerized.
By:
the graying haired Mr. Wayne,
the ugly tank/car/weird Unidentified Flying Object,
the forced plane crash,
the graying haired Mr. Wayne (oh!) waltzing in and taking away what is rightfully his,
the deserving and formidable perfect match aka Catwoman,
the next gen possible Batman (gosh! so many yummilicious men!)
the collapsing bridges,
the stadium caving in,
and the graying haired Mr. Wayne (shucks! Someone get him out of my head, pleaseeee!!).
The list continues...
No. This is certainly not a movie review. More likely a lunatic raving due to another attack of Cupid's wickedness and Mr. Nolan's master artistry.
But in my hallucinated state, when I have sat down to ruminate the extra-ordinariness of two and a half hours, I wonder what was it that I saw?
Was it a movie? Or a lesson far far greater?
A man who has resigned on life; a man who has given his everything away to the common man who, forget thank, never appreciates him; a man, yet, who thinks has still not offered himself entirely towards the greater good because he is still alive.
And the spindle spins.
There are the scheming and selfish corporates who have raised a Frankenstein.
There are the deprived and sinned against, who are burning in the fire of rage and revenge everyday.
There are the sandwiched working class who keep swinging between right and wrong, trying to create a balance.
There is the woman who has learnt that two eyes for an eye is the best way to survive, but not always.She knows how far to go, where to stop and from where to turn back.
There is the woman who has been scorned and in whose wrath burns Gotham City.
A leader from among the down-trodden rises. The Have-nots strike back. The Haves brand them as terrorists. One party fights for rights, for all the deprivation and torture of the past, for avenging themselves. And the other fights to defend themselves, to send back the 'terrorists' where they came from, to restore balance to the society because they know that if the places are exchanged, they have to go down the pit.
The war wages on. There is mayhem all around.The bureaucrats and the plutocrats are overthrown. The power is now in the hands of the common man. The Underdog wins. (Sounds familiar?)
But is it really a victory? Do the common men, who have been directed all along, know what to do with all the power that they have gained suddenly?
No. They do not.
Like always, they need a leader now, a person stronger than them, one who will tell them what to do and how to do. But along with the bad, they have destroyed the good. They have killed their protectors, their benefactors. The fight for justice has morphed into savage mob fury somewhere in the midway.
The cause is lost. The society is ruled by psychopaths who declare death in their 'courtrooms'. The power has just passed on to the hands of the ochlocrats.
But Gotham City is fortunate enough to have a few men who will never give up. Men who see reason even in the dreariest of days, who can differentiate between right and wrong. And above all, there is the one man who lives to etch a symbol of hope, courage, selflessness, security and good in the heart of an entire city, even after his 'death'.
But in the real world, we the common men, do not have a man who will go out of his way to save a lost community. Today, when we are condemning every organized structure in the name of protest and summoning chaos, when we are destroying ourselves on the streets of Egypt, Syria, Libya, India, France and all over the world , who will come and show us reason? Yes, we fight in the hope of winning back our rights, our power. But is this the right way? Do we know what to do with that massive power? Shall we entrust the right person with it, a person who will not betray our trust?
Or will history repeat itself and we will continue to burn?
The questions are many and big. They say every revolution demands blood. Or, may be there is another way to change things.
A way, where we live for one another, love one another and be saviours of ourselves.
A way where we do not need a Batman any longer.
By:
the graying haired Mr. Wayne,
the ugly tank/car/weird Unidentified Flying Object,
the forced plane crash,
the graying haired Mr. Wayne (oh!) waltzing in and taking away what is rightfully his,
the deserving and formidable perfect match aka Catwoman,
the next gen possible Batman (gosh! so many yummilicious men!)
the collapsing bridges,
the stadium caving in,
and the graying haired Mr. Wayne (shucks! Someone get him out of my head, pleaseeee!!).
The list continues...
No. This is certainly not a movie review. More likely a lunatic raving due to another attack of Cupid's wickedness and Mr. Nolan's master artistry.
But in my hallucinated state, when I have sat down to ruminate the extra-ordinariness of two and a half hours, I wonder what was it that I saw?
Was it a movie? Or a lesson far far greater?
A man who has resigned on life; a man who has given his everything away to the common man who, forget thank, never appreciates him; a man, yet, who thinks has still not offered himself entirely towards the greater good because he is still alive.
And the spindle spins.
There are the scheming and selfish corporates who have raised a Frankenstein.
There are the deprived and sinned against, who are burning in the fire of rage and revenge everyday.
There are the sandwiched working class who keep swinging between right and wrong, trying to create a balance.
There is the woman who has learnt that two eyes for an eye is the best way to survive, but not always.She knows how far to go, where to stop and from where to turn back.
There is the woman who has been scorned and in whose wrath burns Gotham City.
A leader from among the down-trodden rises. The Have-nots strike back. The Haves brand them as terrorists. One party fights for rights, for all the deprivation and torture of the past, for avenging themselves. And the other fights to defend themselves, to send back the 'terrorists' where they came from, to restore balance to the society because they know that if the places are exchanged, they have to go down the pit.
The war wages on. There is mayhem all around.The bureaucrats and the plutocrats are overthrown. The power is now in the hands of the common man. The Underdog wins. (Sounds familiar?)
But is it really a victory? Do the common men, who have been directed all along, know what to do with all the power that they have gained suddenly?
No. They do not.
Like always, they need a leader now, a person stronger than them, one who will tell them what to do and how to do. But along with the bad, they have destroyed the good. They have killed their protectors, their benefactors. The fight for justice has morphed into savage mob fury somewhere in the midway.
The cause is lost. The society is ruled by psychopaths who declare death in their 'courtrooms'. The power has just passed on to the hands of the ochlocrats.
But Gotham City is fortunate enough to have a few men who will never give up. Men who see reason even in the dreariest of days, who can differentiate between right and wrong. And above all, there is the one man who lives to etch a symbol of hope, courage, selflessness, security and good in the heart of an entire city, even after his 'death'.
But in the real world, we the common men, do not have a man who will go out of his way to save a lost community. Today, when we are condemning every organized structure in the name of protest and summoning chaos, when we are destroying ourselves on the streets of Egypt, Syria, Libya, India, France and all over the world , who will come and show us reason? Yes, we fight in the hope of winning back our rights, our power. But is this the right way? Do we know what to do with that massive power? Shall we entrust the right person with it, a person who will not betray our trust?
Or will history repeat itself and we will continue to burn?
The questions are many and big. They say every revolution demands blood. Or, may be there is another way to change things.
A way, where we live for one another, love one another and be saviours of ourselves.
A way where we do not need a Batman any longer.
4 comments:
ektu tangent hoye gelo but good one.. :P
jah! ami to cheyechilam chord hok! tangent hole to purpose tai britha! :(
you like this movie wildly that is reflected on ur blog...and if m not wrong then batman came into ur dreams more than one time b4 posting this blog,r8...ha ha
ok good one, but the concern of mixing up this story with reality and whatevr ur question is somehow knocking my head A Big Name "KHUDIRAM" :-)
I have never understood any superhero movie, including Batman. I've always sneered at them as the half-wits' way to utopia. But your post makes more sense than any movie director could convey. Good one.
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