Heaving bosoms, a plethora of pelvic thrusts, and untamed dialogues that would put even the wildest of all to shame; but the Dirty Picture is dirty just at the outset-only the title being dirty. If you have seen the movie and found more dirt than that, then you should be applauded for thinking from your penis (well, I thought if Vidya could shed all her clothes, I could shed my inhibitions and write something imprudent). I am no saint, I agree. And those who surround me would agree more that as a regular 20 something, I am as perverse as a guy my age should be (what sets me apart though is- that I agree to the perversity). All said and done, I had gone to The Dirty Picture not for the orgasmic ‘oohhhs’ and ‘aaahs’ or the omnipresent cleavage (well, to some extent, maybe), but for a story. And story it had! This is not a review, but a piece on my understanding of the woman-kind and the delineation of an unconventional and uninhibited woman, fighting with men who loved and disgusted her at the same time.
A few weeks ago, I was actually observing that the world had become overtly kind to the fairer sex. EG. In colleges, male teachers were always kinder to the females and so were the female teachers (under the pretext of feminism). At work, women got a more patient ear from their seniors; separate queues for women; separate rakes for them in the commute system, and so on. But after the movie I felt a great amount of sympathy for women. The Gen X we say is an ancient term now. We call ourselves the GEN Y. Yet, I find a melancholic anachronism with regard to our general attitude towards women. If a guy flirts with a thousand women, he becomes the cool Casanova; whereas if a woman earns herself the commonplace sobriquet-slut. Why the dichotomy? In our mythology, Gods are shown to have many wives, even liaisons with multiple women; yet a Seeta is asked to undergo the Agneepareeksha.
The character of Silk that Balan portrayed eased her way to the top with a lot of sleaze. But then should she be blamed for craving a successful career or the men who crushed her aspirations with their carnal desires? At the end of the day, she was getting her share of fame and the men were getting their share of the bargain and both were quenched. It was barter; the men thought they were using her, while she clambered the ladder of success. But the moment she landed on the pinnacle, the men realized they were being played and she became a DIRTY, FILTHY woman.
Being a guy, I know, it can be difficult sometimes to find yourself in the company of strong, independent women. But you have to have the balls (pun intended) to appreciate women. I am appalled at the hypocrisy of our social structure, where on one hand we are in India, the only country where female deities are worshipped (even by men), and on the other hand we have such capricious attitude towards women where we want them to be goongi gudiya (a mute doll that critics called Indira Gandhi). I think in Silk’s case it was not the sex or the oomph that bothered people, it was her mind that scared them- a free and bold mind! I think we have grown to love beautiful women, but not Bold and Beautiful!
To all the guy readers - in the long run, what lies between the ears (the brain) is what you will love more than what lies between the legs! As for the female readers-the world will bring you down even when you are not doing anything ‘dirty’, so why not do it and then be blamed.
“Zindagi ek baar milti hai, toh do baar kyun sochna”
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