What to say? I saw RDB for the third time. Now all of you out there will wonder after criticizing the movie so much why did I watch it for the third time. People all around me wanted to watch it, so I had no other go but to watch it. But now I understood the whole meaning about the movie, the soul of the movie.The meaning of being an INDIAN. The movie seems to be very deep in meaning to me!!! Ya, all I understood is the most important part of the movie are the first and last scene..
I have seen three kinds of people in my life….
One. Who die, screaming!
Two. Who die silently!
And then, I met a third kind.
The third kind represents a true Indian.
How many of u right now reading my blog think that India is a poor country? The following are the lines for you, kindly read on, words uttered by swami vivekananda.
In his preaching and teaching for the west, the swami, while expressing admiration for the progressive spirit of the west, never allowed himself to be carried away by it. He uncompromisingly stood for the cultural dignity of India and her incomparable spiritual excellence, and gave expression to it in bold and powerful words. A quotation from his masterly oratorical pieces,My master, is illustrative of this point. He says, “but before going into the life of this man (Sri Ramakrishna), I will try to present before you the secret of India, what India means. if those whose eyes have been blinded by the glamour of material things, whose whole dedication of life is to eating and drinking and enjoying, whose ideal of possession is lands and gold, whose ideal of pleasure is that of the senses, whose god is money, and whose goal is a life of ease and comfort in this world and death after that,whose minds never look forward, and who rarely think of anything higher than the sense objects in the midst of which they live;-such as these go to India, what do they see?poverty, squalor,superstition,darkness,hideousness everywhere.why? because in their minds enlightenment means dress, education, social politeness.whereas,occidental nations have used every effort to improve their material position, India has done differently.there live the only men in the worls, who, in the whole history of humanity,never went beyond the frontiers to conquer anyone,who never coveted that which belonged to anyone else, whose only fault was that their lands were so fertile,and they accumulated wealth by the hard labour of their hands,and so tempted other nations to come and despoil them.they are content to be despoiled, and to be called barbarians,and in return thet want to send to this world visions of the supreme,to lay bare for the world the secrets of human nature, to rend the veil that conceals the real man, because they know the dream,because they know that behind this materialism lives the real divine nature of man which no sin can tarnish,no crime can spoil,no lust can taint,which fire cannot burn,nor water wet,which heat cannot dry,nor death kill;and to them this true nature of man is as real as is any material object to the senses of an occidental.
Now here is where I find the relation between RDB and swamiji,
There it is that a man sits on the bank of a river, when he has known life is eternal, and wants to give up his body just as nothing, just as you can give up a bit of straw.
Courtesy,swami vivekananda, his life and legacy by swami tapasyananda.
I was nearly moved to tears reading this. And took this strenuous effort of typing it, because I feel this younger generation should read this and be proud to be an Indian.
Bhaghat singh says in the first scene, this is not the end, it’s the beginning.We should all strive to be true to ourselves and our country , rather than ape someone else’s culture and traditions.We will definitely feel true happiness in love and affection , rather than the pleasure of the senses. that is how, we are made, our country is made.
My admiration of swamiji has no words and I am simply proud to be born in the same country as him and to read the words uttered by him.
Coming back to rdb, Indians look at death normally, they don’t panick at the thought of death, because we feel the soul is more superior.
The body is supposed to be inferior , and that is why it is burnt at death.
Here is a poem for my nation,
The sky,
The sand,
The air,
Which belongs to my country,
I am madly in love with
The colour of my sky,
The smell of my sand,
The sweetness of air,
Where else can I find?
The buildings,
The roads,
The life
Is all bonded with my soul
Where else will I have a heart?
To feel things I feel now
The gods I worship
My love to my mom, dad, sis, friends and relatives
Where else will I find?
This second,this beauty
In my room,
This scorching heat
Which soothes my heart
The cool breeze which melts me away,
My dearest India,
Its my everlasting bonding with you which will never perish
First it was swadesh, then aytha ezhuthu and now RDB, which have kindled my patriotic spirit.
We need not strive hard to become rich, but rather try to be a true Indian and show the world , the greatness of our spirit.
