And yet the movie leaves a bitter taste. Because the story punches you in the face. And you realize that for all your carrying placards on Marine Drive, lighting candles at India Gate, ‘change’ is far, far away. Because you and I, sheltered in our big city homes are so far away from where the political rot begins. Yes, student politics, especially in the hinterland. This story, though based in Rajasthan could be the story of any university, whether in Bihar , UP or even Delhi. The national leaders that we complain about, and want accountability for are actually survivors of rounds and rounds of violent selection. And by then the rot has set in way, way deep into their systems.
The story, say the credits, owes itself to the Guru Dutt song ‘ Yeh Duniya agar mil bhi jaaye to kya hai’. And that really is the biggest despair of all. If not this party, this candidate, who? And a simplistic ‘if you’re not happy with the candidates, why don’t you as the educated youth enter politics?’ is really not the answer. Because power corrupts. And anyone who has fought his way to the top would consider it his reward to be corrupt. I guess, we need to put in checks and balances that we provide this corrupting power to those who atleast have some semblance of minimum education and social hygiene levels.
I’m kind regretting not having watched his ‘No Smoking’. Can’t believe it was that bad.