There is a song that plays in the backdrop when Abhimanyu
(Ayushman Khurana) and Bindu (Parineeti Chopra) first get together. It’s called
Afeemi hai yeh pyar, which is a little
how I feel at the moment – slightly high on this beautiful little gem I caught
today, when I should have been shopping for groceries and other household items
(you shall judge me if I tell you when my house was last mopped).
When I say little, I only mean that if I had any semblance
of a social life, I would probably have not watched this. Some of it has to do
with my general disdain for Hindi romantic comedies, some to do with my
suspicion of anything Yashraj. And when the film started, I almost felt that
suspicion vindicated when Abhimanyu (henceforth Bubla, his daak naam) first finds a
video of Bindu and him. Parineeti looks great in those first visuals, exactly
like how Aditya Chopra visualises all women – thin, bronzed make-up, and messy-bed-head-but-carefully-styled
hair. In sum, nothing like a young woman in 90s Kolkata. Bubla’s description of
her also seemed right out of the Chetan Bhagat Manual of How to Reduce a Woman to a Few Pithy
Stereotypes. So I settled myself in for a regular “modern” romantic comedy
where the hero would talk about how a hyper-active talkative girl (ok fine,
manic pixie dream girl) came into his life, changed it, but left him because
she wanted to be “free” or something. And they would get together in the end (the
film starts by telling us that Bubla is currently heartbroken over a girl) when
the girl realised that our hero gave her wings all along.
Instead, what followed was a roller-coaster of emotions
which is really quite inexplicable given how gently the film is paced. And, there
is that word again, how reliant it is, on the “little” moments. The Big Boss
watching friend and the running bet. The double ring missed calls on the sturdy
landline. The cheating scene. Bindu’s telephone call with her property agent. Bindu
and Bubla’s conversations on Marine Drive. The Mere Sapno ki Rani throwback in Goa. When she runs to give him a
hug after already having said goodbye. The first time Bubla tells her about his
feelings and asks her to respond with the three words every Bengali wants to
hear (He means aami tomake bhalobashi,
she comes back with korbo, lorbo, jeetbo).
Little by little, the movie builds a loving portrayal of its heroine, her strengths
and foibles, her dreams and fears, through Bubla’s eyes.
It helps that Bubla is a nice guy (though he treats a token girlfriend
quite shoddily), aka not-Ranbir Kapoor from Ae Dil Hai Mushkil. And it helps
that both Ayushman and Parineeti are good actors with lots of charm. And this
might be me being defensive after all the negative reviews I read, but yes they
don’t share a crazy devouring passion. What they do share is a genuine camaraderie
in all their interactions that I couldn’t help but smile every time they were
on the screen together.
The film also does a spot on job of showing the parents,
especially Bubla’s mother. The first laugh out loud moment for me she
emotionally manipulates him about, well manipulating him into coming home. Then
there was another hilarious scene when the father of a prospective bride reads
out a scene from one of Bubla’s books (he is the writer of shady literature
about daayans and chudails), with appropriate expressions. The parents (both
sets) are also there when he proposes, and then again, sleeping on the floor of
the drawing room (as they are likely to, if your son is a 20 something employed
in Bombay), when they break up. These are the details that make you feel that
the writer is sharing a part of his/ her life with you.
But it was really the climax that nudged me to the
realisation that this film would likely be a little part of my life, my heart too. I was suddenly
sitting there, seeing these beautiful people realise that though they were
happy right then, there was no happily ever after - not professionally, not
personally. And I wept copiously, not from sadness, but from joy that that was
enough.
Update: it holds up.
Update: it holds up.
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