What is the trigger - Bollywood growing up or the need of youth to grow up??

A not so true Bollywood fan, not very much fond of Bollywood movies to be specific - is how I would want to describe myself. But of late Bollywood is surprising me in a few instances - and very pleasant surprises I must say.

Having decided to watch Margarita with a straw - for the love of Kalki and her acting, awaiting a story which would be hugely revolving around the pangs of cerebral palsy and how to overcome it. But very very fortunately, none of my expectations were met. I am happy and all overwhelmed post watching the movie. Maybe the movie was built to show a different paradigm but what I perceived and what left an impact on me was what I wanted to take back away with me from the movie theatre. And that was the relationship of a mother and a daughter, a daughter born with an incurable disease and a mother dying of an incurable disease. How the two characters connect despite their diseases and how a dying mother never fails to grow her child up in the most normal way despite her own ailments. How she hides her pains and goes to the extent of travelling across the seas to make her daughter feel at home away from home. How she runs a family and manages to make her daughter respectable not just for herself but for everyone in her daughter's circle. Throughout the movie I feel if it was not for the mother's eyes which saw the daughter as a normal child, the daughter wouldn't have been a character strong enough to live the life of a normal child despite the physical abnormalities. The way the mother makes the daughter's hair, makes her feel beautiful both within and outside, the way she supports her going abroad and pursuing her aspirations, the way she supports and discusses her multifaceted love life, struck me.

And all this while she herself is fighting cancer.

But the fact is, does this really come as a surprise to any of us. That a mother like this can exist. I doubt not! This is where you realise, and ponder that yes your own mother is no less than the "AAI". Your own mother is no less than an icon who has and will sacrifice all her wishes, desires to see you happy. For the fact, this AAI is what we all have in our subconscious mind respected and idealised, and maybe in alot of Mother's Day occasions given due accolades in the form of status messages but never really took that extra step to understand and value what she has and will do for you.

Here, I want to again speak of Piku - the movie I never really wanted to go for. Padukone's acting I have always despised of. But yes again on the lines of the discussion above, this movie also left me thinking over how someone in today's age can actually take care of a father like this! A kind of father we would never want, a father who would stop you from getting married, badmouth you in social events, openly speak of you losing your virginity. Get to the most irritating levels maybe one would imagine. But yes, I guess we all believe that this kind of a parent does exist. And we all maybe most of our lives keep despising the thought of being forced to listen and consider their ideas as rational and even follow them. But nonetheless when you see that despite all of it, when that character leaves your life, what an impact it leaves. The missing link multiplies in volume and overgrows to be a chain which gets you entangled in the memories of the moments which otherwise gripped you with pertinent anger.

That's when you realise, love thy parent as thy child. Make the process of loving mutual because we know eventually it's their love which will remain eternally forever with you no matter what tides and times come.

But the concern here I want to raise is, why such movies, why this belongingness with parents is shown, why is this even required. I do agree and opine that yes it is required. For an age which lives on Social Media to express love for parents, which chats on watsapp to remain connected with parents, which considers talking to parents daily as a burden, which gets irritated talking to parents on marriage or whatsoever, which has forgotten what longingness for being with parents mean. It is what is required to be shown and the trigger is the youth itself.

Maybe I myself am a victim and very much a part of this youth but then yes, should we really be waiting for a movie with a strong message to realise what or rather who made us. That link needs to be fit into the puzzle and make it a natural process to emote and express, to love and not to show, to feel and not to make them feel, to be happy not for them but for yourself, but make them very much a part of everything and every moment of your life. The one wish they live for.