Theatric confession

I had rented this DVD on the recommendation of one of my seniors at college. "Let's Talk" the cover said. Boman Irani the cover said. Maia Katrak the cover said. And then some. Appeared harmless. I watched the movie with my mother. I found the movie, though initially good, average at best.  I could not understand the symbolism used and the relevance of certain scenes in the movie.

Just as the movie concluded, I was contemplating on how this piece of alternative Indian cinema achieved critical hype and I was becoming slightly reluctant on giving this movie much of my admiration. Then, I saw mum. Behind those marginally imposing, out-of-vogue spectacles, I noticed wetness that one usually associates with crying. At that very instant, I realized that the movie had brilliantly depicted the emotional problems every woman faces during her married life. I wish I had the courage to hug my mother at that moment. But alas, I could only wonder about the power of cinema and the cruelties of life. Alas.