"You need a chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star"

When I entered my hostel of Delhi, I thought I was on a mission to convince the city that I am also a part of them and I am not here as a representative of concentrated decrepitude made up of the decomposing remnants of my state, as they perceived. I used to think that it was impossible to induce the fact to these people that Bihar has relatively more intelligent, intellectually sound and suave people than they could decipher from the simplicity wrapped around us like the flag swathing at India Gate. A rebel is born when people get lost in the cobwebs of dust-shrouded profusion and an inflated sense of self. That rebel tries to pursue an objective, which they think is lame at the beginning, but accept it unswervingly towards the fading miasmas of their prejudice.

I remember the day I saw my hostel room, its stark white walls and miniature size bed and cupboard. The objects in my room looked like tiny moths retiring in the light of a white oil lamp. My attention wedged on something written in the corner of my bedside, “You need a chaos in your soul to give birth to a rising star”. The whole idea of individualism suddenly rose with the new spark and I knew it is time to leave dark abyss of fear and uncertainty.

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I saw this quote again when I was watching ‘Dirty Pictures’ and felt the same kind of trepidation and aspiration emanating from the character of ‘Silk’. I was impressed with the dialogues, strength of characters and grunts of anguish pervaded precisely.

The movie is about a girl who comes to tinsel town to prove her worth. She is severely hit by poverty and is not convinced by the filmwallahs that she cannot do big in the industry. She performs raunchy numbers, knitting her brow silences the ugly bigots by her witty remarks and becomes a big shot. However, every star that brightens in a transitory manner also fades; she too succumbs to hideous plight of life.  

Her journey started with climbing the ladder of success, she fell prey to lust in disguise of love, tasted failure giant as titanic, felt the fear mounting on the edge, tried to shun criticism to live free of trammels of precision. However, towards the end feared falling in true love and chose a bridal adieu from worldly affairs.

The movie made me fret by the apathy people show, hypocrisy they shed at every point and that ignominy which silk had to bear. She did not deserve so much pain if we consider survival of the fittest. Ah! The indolent serenity of the phony world, everything is so cruel about you.