I watched a soulful love story unfold like the blossoming of a summer flower. It unfolded, but not completely, not fully, leaving it charmingly ensconced in the soft and sunny hued petals of the blossom. You see it now and now you don’t. You look for it, probe deep inside, and then it teases you with just another shy peek from behind its delicate prison
I watched as two people, bound in their own chains of despair and haplessness, look at each each other with such tenderness that it wants to make you look at their into their eyes always. There were simmering undercurrents of stormy waves peaking behind the softness of their expressions of love. The waves calming down and becoming subdued, yet doing it’s best to reach that point of the shore where it can feel the completeness lacking in it.
I watched as their eyes spoke in the most verbose manner, the intensity lost on outsiders and the unspoken words holding meaning only for them, between them, in their intimate quiet conversation.
Guzaarish is a splendid film. The story of a once-famous magician, now a quadriplegic, fighting for his right to end his painful vegetable-like existence. But the thought-provoking fight is not what brought out the film’s strengths for me. What did was the relationship between the severely crippled, but full-of-love and spirited Ethan Mascarenhas and his dedicated nurse of twelve years, Sophiya D’souza.
The twelve years have been excruciatingly long for both of them, not only because of the physical effort involved in the dynamics of their relationsip, where Sophiya seems to be giving selflessly and Ethan cannot give anything to her but a smile or two and the comfort of being treated like a friend and a compatriot in their lonely battles. They survive by drawing on each others’ positivity, strength of character and a constant search into each others’ soul. Such pristine love touches the remotest and the darkest corners of your heart.
When you feel that emotion on screen resonate deep within yourself, you know the director has succeeded in having the audience connect with his creation. It is the mark of his craftsmanship. And where in this very blog, I had once criticised Bhansali’s Saawariya, I would like to say that he touched an unknown part of me with his work on Guzaarish. He has drawn unparalleled performances from Hrithik Roshan and Aishwarya Rai, both of whom have brilliantly portrayed pained individuals spreading cheer in the immediate world around them, giving to their friends only what they have, while dying small deaths within themselves every moment of their lives.
Guzaarish is no masterpiece, but it is touching. It is for anyone who seeks love, companionship and joy. It makes you want to go back to look at those eyes articulating pain, love, hope, compassion, comfort and passion. It makes you want an encore