mango people and their love aaj kal

If you’re sick to death of the steadily more misogynistic, if not just plain misanthropic, fare out there masquerading as romcoms, you might want to head
on over to a screening of Imtiaz Ali’s Love Aaj Kal.
The love story of a bridge engineer who can’t get in touch with what he wants and an art-restorer
who can’t figure out how to put her emotional life back in its proper place, it’s for people who don’t appreciate being sneered at while being relieved
of their money.

First off, for those of you prepped to watch Jab We Met Part II: it’s nothing of the kind. Or let’s put it this way – LAK is to JWM what JWM was to Socha
Na Tha. It’s got the two people who’re clearly perfect for each other, who understand each other to the point where you’re glad that they do because it’s
unlikely anybody else (least of all yourself) would even know where to start, and they screw things up in all the ways they possibly could. But their journey
is very much their own.

Which leads me to the second thing you should be aware of: this is not an exuberant movie. It keeps threatening to go the distance, but Jai (Saif Ali Khan)
and Meera (Deepika Padukone) are simply too laidback and grounded (in a stuck into unyielding soil kind of way) for things to fall out that way.

The tone is set at the very beginning of the movie, as the credits roll to a stop, and Jai and Meera meet at their favorite London cafe to discuss their
future or, rather, lack of one. Meera restores frescoes and wants to go to Delhi to do it; Jai is an engineer obsessed with the Golden Gate Bridge in San
Fransisco and is working hard to get there. It’s a truism of our times that long-distance relationships never work, so they decide to leave things when
they’re still good, throw themselves a break-up party, and set out on their separate civilized paths.

They’re not lovers out of legend, as Jai (who has a habit of blathering when nervous) explains to Meera. It’s one thing for Romeo and Juliet or Laila and
Majnu to die pining for love. But this is real life and they’re aam junta – ordinary people – or what he punningly calls The Mango People. And Mango People
don’t die of broken hearts. They go with the flow coz they know life goes on.

So that’s that. But with nearly two hours to go in the movie, what next?

Well, life goes on is what next. They meet other people, they keep in touch, career goals slowly fall in place, Rishi Kapoor intermittently shows up to
test Jai’s Theory of the Mango People… nothing very dramatic. Unless you think emotional two-timing is dramatic.

As Meera experiences her moment of epiphany in the latter half, for the first time ever that I can think of in a Bollywood movie a character recognizes
the utter lack of virtue in a relationship where one party is forever emotionally engaged with someone else. “What am I doing?” she mutters to herself
in disbelief as she finally recognizes the utter mess she and Jai have managed to create in their well-ordered, logical fashion and the deep-reaching impact
it’s going to have on innocent by-standers. In the hands of a more experienced actress, I suspect that scene would have blown me away – but even with Deepika
flatlining in the middle of it, it’s still a remarkable moment because Meera sets up her guillotine in the middle of her freakin’ honeymoon suite without
trying to so much as blur the edges of the blade.

[Digression: how many people do you know who called things off within months of their marriage? I was thinking about it, and I seem to know about five couples
personally who did so and I've heard people mention at least three more. Is that odd or par for my generation? Yet another reason why I should stop attending
weddings: "You don't want me at Pinky's wedding - I jinx the happy couple, Auntie!"]

To say that Deepika puts in her career-best performance is hardly praise of the first order given her debut movie required her to be a beautiful animated
poster girl in a Shahrukh Khan extravaganza and her last two releases were Bachna Ae Haseeno and Chandni Chowk to China through which she pretty much sleepwalked.
And as the scene above illustrated rather painfully, she has a fatal tendency to transform into wood when asked to do two things at once – like act while
delivering dialogue.

But to give credit where it’s due, she nails the moments of quiet retrospection. So it’s a pretty good thing then that Meera is such a reserved figure,
given much more to reaction rather than exuberant action unlike, say, Geet in Jab We Met or even Aditi in Socha Na Tha. In one pivotal scene as the tangled
emotions between Meera and Jai reach their knottiest, she doesn’t utter a single word; the camera stays focused on the back of her head as Jai stutters,
stammers and fumbles his way to a recognition, not quite an understanding, of what lies between them. It is only then, at the very end of the soliloquy,
that we see her face and in that instant, it says a whole lot more than any other scene we see her in.

Instead of growing apart from each other, as the film progresses Jai and Meera grow up apart from each other. One of the funniest sequences in the movie
(well, nobody said my sense of humor was a thing of light and joy) comes as Jai ends up in a deep funk towards the end, rather comically so. If you’ve
ever known an Indian man (sorry guys, but it’s not a secret, is it?) completely stuck on a girl, it’s a hilarious variation on a theme. The only difference
between Jai and the sepia-tinted Veer Singh (Saif as Rishi Kapoor in his salad days) is that Jai’s depression sneaks up on him in his modern day isolation
cube of brown bag lunches and video games, while Veer celebrates his despair with his friends just as much as he celebrates his foolishly romantic love.

And it is as you watch Saif (getting better by the minute) painfully arrive at his hard won moment of epiphany, blindingly obvious as it was to everybody
else, and make his way to Delhi to once more run his Theory of the Mango People past his best girl, that you’re shocked to feel the stirrings of affection
in your heart for these two crazy kids.

Because frankly, while you like Jai and Meera as people, and you like the way they are together, the movie does a good job of showing us an alternate reality
where they really could go on the way they were up till then and things would’ve been fine. And if they were other people, other Mango People, without
that strong sense of individuality that infuses these two, then perhaps their choices would have been different. Perhaps Jai wouldn’t gone into a tailspin
if only he could’ve talked to Meera every so often; perhaps Meera would have stuck to her guns if Jai didn’t like to talk aloud when nervous.

The difference between the lovers aaj and the lovers kal, Love Aaj Kal seems to say, is that lovers back in the day weren’t held back by the fact that they
were Mango People. When Veer falls for his Harleen (a very pretty girl who can’t lip-synch worth a damn and is either called Gisele or Shweta or Simran
– nobody knows!), his first thought isn’t that he isn’t equipped to be a lover when all he has is a bicycle and a bunch of louche friends, neither of which
she appreciates; love has exempted him from Mango-status. Even though the lovers these days have more choices and more options, the movie says, they seem
to be a little too taken by their Mango-status to ask for the things they need while busily running after the things they want.

The smartest, and perhaps even bravest, person Jai meets on his journey might well be Jo the Swiss Blonde (what’s with
Saif and Swiss blondes
anyway?) who may not be able to speak English very well but is clever enough to directly address the big gaping hole in their relationship and ask him for
what she needs – and then sweetly tells him to take a shovel to the bullshit he offers her instead.

Didn’t I say it was a good thing Meera and Jai have each other? Maybe that’s what made for each other really is – when you meet the one person in the world
who is willing to wait for you to realize that you’re standing in a field of manure… by your side.

meri maa

Hmmm... Aren't you going to work today?"

"Errr... It's Sunday."

"I know. But why don't you go to work today?"

"Because it's..."

Okay, you get the drift. This is a typical Sunday conversation between Mom and Dad. They are one of those typical Indian couples where the wife pampers
the husband to the point where he can't do anything by himself, and then she complains that he can't do anything by himself. So on Sundays, when the whole
world is relaxing, Mom's work doubles. Every half an hour, Dad wants either the newspaper, or a glass of water, or his glasses, or his slippers, or the
remote control, and so on. And like all men, he is not equipped to see that all the stuff is right there in front of him.

And so the cycle continues, and so do Mom's brave attempts.

"Hmmm... why don't you go out and do some gardening?"

"It's mid-afternoon. It's hot."

"I know. But why don't you go out and do some gardening?"

"Because it's..."

so, what is special about?
This is in fact “ghar ghar ki kahani”, but my point is, just look at mom, dude, she works constantly, almost 24 hours, unless those 5-6 hours of sleep, what the hack.
All we gets a break, from our jobs, schools, colleges, and so on, but momma?
She even happens to be more strenuous on Sundays, and still she keeps the same smirk on her face.
Man, it starts from morning, when I demand for my favorite cheez sandwhiches, and seriously, she had never denyed.
Bro demands for some Chinese recepy, dad for some tipical Indian continental, then all we even having different choices for our soft drinks as well.
Hey, it doesn’t ends here, whether I’m arranging my old books, searching my old piano which used to be my favorite at a time, or even searching a pen to inscribe something, I can’t do without her help, and so as my bro, and dad as well.
Then, we raise our demands for evening snaks and dinner, (specially me, in case I’m not going for hangout for that day).
Therefore, she might be preparing while we are watching those all time favorite comidy movies on TV.
It follows, and I’m not sure, where it ends.
Gosh, look at her, I mean, just look her schedule. Works and works every day, and overwork on Sunday.
Now, what I need to say, is that those house wives who works 24/7, don’t they need a break?
Actually they do, not just physical, but mental as well.
Yeh, I have realized it pretty late, extremely sorry for that, but I have now decided that I’ll provide her a break from huge works she having for us.
What I’m gonna do, that I will at least try my level best to help her in kitchen in morning, and then, I’ll take her on a dinner on almost every Sunday evening.
In fact, can’t completely remove her work load, but hope this will somehow give her a freshness, relax, and so on.
then, at least to a level, i'll be able to say,
"yoon to mai dikhalata nahi, teri parvah karta hoo mai ma"..