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The three monkeys of the mind must of course do exactly the
opposite of what they are asked not to do.
Take the example of Ms Polly Outrageous. Having lived a
fairly open life, swing in the 60s and stretching it to the 90s, she has
finally found her peace in a life of discipline and one-centeredness. She is
presently involved with reviewing her colourful life in the past and drawing,
painting and writing stories of that past. But lately, she has ventured on
facebook, and the first thing that hits her is the picture of couples kissing
each other, which has gone viral. Needless to say, Ms Polly Outrageous has
unwittingly looked at that video with much interest. Yes, of course it is
possible to kiss and even love strangers, just like it was possible and still
is, to love many, like they did in the 60s. Ms Polly Outrageous is now engaged
with her imagination and like a tourist in London, having left all their
identity in India, may engage in indeed the very outrageous, because in London,
nobody knows her, Ms Polly Outrageous is really living out her name on facebook,
but with dire consequences.
Only the other night, in her dream, she has been kissing
someone, trying very hard to avoid kissing the lips. Even in the dream, she is
prompting herself to not venture into the absolutely real, which will then
cause her to accept that the near flirtatious pastime is becoming a serious
preoccupation. As long as her kisses land on cheeks, forehead and other so
called safe places, at least she is ‘safe’. This, after all is not one of those
nights she is alone, she knows in her dream.
All that we want, we deny first. All that shows up in the
dreams is a reflection of a shade of reality, which could be exactly as the
dream or something that has a hidden meaning. In the above case, at face value,
Ms Polly Outrageous, is certainly flirting with an idea of including ‘someone’
else; of breaking the cast and expanding the parameters. On a deeper level, she
is merely trying to ‘kiss’ something new. It might even be a new life, a new
job, a new love, a new life she is seeing in the offing, with which she is
toying in her mind, flirting with the idea, but not wanting to get too close to
it. A deeper mouth to mouth kiss would shift the position in her mind totally.
On a philosophical level, there is too much ado about
nothing! The picture of the kissing couples has excited the impressions left
behind in her mind, by kisses in the past.
The real, is the experience of impressions, which in
themselves are not identical in every case, even with the same thing. A kiss
may cause my mind to retain some impressions which may not be identical to what
is left in your mind of the same experience of kissing. Hence, the real,
philosophically can only be called unreal, for impressions are not scientific
residual matter that appear in the same way, every time. Yet, one cannot deny
their existence, because, if they did not exist, they would not revisit.
Where psychology ends, philosophy begins. Where the desire
dynamics is a source of perennial discourse, philosophy gives step-motherly
treatment. Where desire is a life giving force, philosophy is quick to douse
water saying, memory of impressions is not truth. Indeed, impressions are not
real at all.
But the take home for Ms Polly Outrageous is only one, that
being See not; hear not; do not!
Highway is not a film about being taken
hostage. It is not about living with so called hardened criminals. It is about
scars that never go away, with time. It is about being safe in unsafe places
and being unsafe in safe places. It is about bonding of people with deep scars
in their minds.
Director
Imtiaz Ali has done a smart job of dramatizing a plot that is often not spoken
about or dusted under the carpet.
Starring
Randeep Hooda and Alia Bhatt, the movie begins when Alia Bhatt escapes for a
breath of fresh air from her own wedding ceremony and is kidnapped by gangsters
who go on the run with their captive in place. Alia begins to like her journey
on the highways as they travel from place to place trying to escape the law. It
is at some place in this journey that Alia, reveals the real story line of her
life. Indeed, it is here among the so called unsafe people, that she recalls
her abused childhood in the so called safety of her home.
As the story
moves, Alia and Randeep get closer to each other. The love angle does develop,
but there are no song and dance around the trees nor mushy whispers and passion
play. There is only a very strong bonding which hovers around psychology where Alia
develops love towards her captors. As they settle in a wooden cabin, in the
midst of nature, Alia, does not want to return to her home. Indeed, she wants
to make a home with Randeep. But the agitated parents have set the law to hound
them and even before they have time to settle down, Randeep is killed in Police
shoot out and Alia dragged back to her home. Here, she meets her uncle, the villain
in the home and in wide public accuses him of the sexual abuse he had performed
on her, when she was a child. The crowd is shocked but Alia has had her time to
acuse and bring to the forefront a pain she has been guarding in her mind.
But will
this revelation, save her? Will it ease the scar left behind in childhood? If
Rarschach Test is correct, then the scar in the personality has made Alia a
lover of the unknown, for the known is dangerous, like her uncle.
Imtaiz Ali
is smart. He has packed in a more meaningful message into an otherwise,
colourful but much overused theme of abduction of rich people’s children.
There is a
solid message here, delivered in a way that is ingenuous. And brave.
