Life
seems to be akin to this Bachchan Poem, every day passes with the futile
hope of something new the next day .
I have touched the nadir as far as my career is concerned. On personal
front , in past two years ,haven't acquired a hobby or skill to be proud of.
May be it is the peril of the sunday evening, slipping by list fistful of sand
and the looming Monday blues and a grinding week ahead . But whatever may be
the reason , I am at the sulk zone. I tried to cheer myself up by hitting search for
'British Lit heroes' on youtube. And the results were quite fascinating
i must say!! I had Darcy on my mind but
came to know more such epic 'Byronic' heroes. The video that I liked the most was a
catalogue of Brit Ladies talking about their favourate Hero off the pages .
This is a 8 part series titled Heroes . This was like a treat and it gave me a list of books to
order for. But as I expected , it went on to discuss Mr Darcy . By the end of a
futile exercise of putting a face to their fantasies , a group of women led by
the narrator of this documentary conclude that Colin Firth is the best Mr.
Darcy ever. I am not surprised. I have been addictted to clolin firth ever
since I saw the BBC series of 'Pride & Prejudice' .
I wonder
if while penning down Pride & Prejudice, Jane Austen would have ever
thought that her work will behold the imagination of young hearts for centuries
to come, that the handsome , piercing and rather cold demeanor of Mr. Darcy
would tingle the dreams of romance so profound…
Unlike
what happens with popular fiction when turned into motion pictures, the charm
and imagination pulverized into the limited capacity of a 2 hours, I find the
tale of Pride & Prejudice rather grow beautifully . The first such enaction
of the tale which made me believe in hopeless tales of romance again is the
1995 BBC tele series which is the adaptation of the classic divided into 6
episodes each of an hour duration. And Colin Firth, he fits every possible
imagination of Mr. Darcy. He makes me feel miserable . The misery of a hopeless
love , the long forlorn feeling of wanting someone so bad . Eyes ever so deep,
dark curls , a glance so passionate , a weak heart shelled under a arrogant
manner. I literally had my knees jerk with the glances he stole at Lizzy. And
the scene in which he proposed to Lizzy succumbing to the pain of want and
affection , his running up and down the room, putting his guards down and
declaring his affection towards Lizzy only to be unscrupulously crushed , made
me fall for him.
Such
desire and passion!!
What
better way to pep up the mood . Now I must tune in for the IPL Final. Thanks to Cricket and movies that we have
something new. I now understand why these players and performers are so
ridiculaously over paid …for they give hope and
intellectual nourishment to lives that are mundane….
Try harivansh rai bachchan..gopal das neeraj...robert frost and rudyard kipling also...hope u will like them
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