Why i love men

So this is an ode to Bollywood men who took manhood beyond the biceps and the pelvic thrust. Of my generation mostly. With a haunting shadow of angry, bloodthirsty, righteous Amitabh Bachchan of Deewar who takes kanoon in his own hands. The citizen who rises to embody the sovereign. A morality that is higher than law.

One. Omkara. Badland UP brahmin youth leader, obsessive lover of a virginish Kareena. (Not the incomplete man with bad teeth and a limp, whose hunger for power is devoid of the sense of sacred). I have desired him volubly on the blog before. His quiet masculinity is animated by a hunger for power, a pristine sexual jealousy, a beautiful butt tightly ensconced in locally stitched jeans, a hint of vernacular redness in UP-styled hair. A moral compass that directs the flow of love, hate and power. William and Vishal had a sharp sense of what marked the profane sidekick apart from the sacred violent sovereign. A moral compass.

Two. Dev D. Fucked-up rich boy from small-town (presumably) Punjab. Spoilt rotten. Spent a year doing some bullshit masters in the UK, mostly doing drugs and women. Comes back to childhood sweetheart and treats her like shit, makes out with other chicks on the side in the barn. Pastoral hurt is registered. Consequently, urbane disenchantment. Enter prostitute with heart of gold. Restoration of moral compass by the feminine. Man domesticated and beast locked in. Anurag Kashyap triumphs in telling a gripping story of self as a constant struggle for moral equilibrium, and woman as a philosophical tool.

Three. Raajneeti. A masculine dyad. Privileged fucked-up political prince takes on underprivileged angry-righteous-bloodthirsty up-n-coming politico on the stage of blood-n-soil democracy. One rejects biological mother, remains loyal to friend, sticks up for Dalit foster-parents, has no woman-angle. Other sacrifices hot chick and PhD to salvage family's reputation and brother's claim to CM gaddi. Intermittently plays chess on the cellphone. Both comfortably handle guns and bombs. It's a battle of two conflicting routes to moral equilibrium.


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