Vatsal is a techie and a coffee junkie. Most often he’s caught watching a film with Guinness for company. Preeti loves everything about the mountains. She always has her head buried in a book sipping tea.
We both love traveling and watching films so we decided to document some of it. Hope you enjoy reading as much as we’ve enjoyed traveling and writing about them 🙂
…”A story is a strange mix of truth and fiction”. And soon after he said it, we see Manik Babu walk into the mist and become a part of the stories he narrated. There couldn’t have been a better end to this film, and arguably, any story.
Suraj ka Satvan Ghoda was screened at Siri Fort sometime in 93/94. Which means I’d have been 11 or 12 then. My parents had fortunately bought extra tickets for the show and took my brother and me along. The theater was crowded so I remember we all sat separately and I found a place on the carpet laid down along the alleyway. This was my introduction to film festivals. The fact that I could watch a film in a cinema hall with my legs stretched out, without complying to the conformation of numbered seats was liberating in itself. I cannot claim to have fully appreciated Dharamveer Bharti’s parallel storytelling that Shyam Benegal brilliantly weaved together, or how beautifully Vanraj Bhatia’s background score resonated with the film. But a sense of a calm euphoria seemed to take over the cinema hall as everything seemed to come together at that moment. It is one of those vivid memories that would lie tucked away my own version of Bretodeou’s childhood memories box if I had one…
This film, in that moment, inculcated a love for cinema in me like no film appreciation course could ever have. And now that I can blabber at length about Pulp Fiction’s parallel cutting, or the easter eggs in Fight Club, it is that pristine awe that I don’t think I’ve ever felt again while watching a film. I’ve appreciated this film better whenever I’ve seen it more recently but every time I watch it, it’s almost with a subconscious fear of corrupting the original experience.
As the character of Charlotte had put it in ‘Lost in Translation’, I guess sometimes you should never visit the same place again..