There are countless reasons why people come together, and there are myriad reasons which make them drift apart. As I have always said, Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.'
Days have passed, years have gone by, but the rules are the same, aren't they?
When I see Rocky and Happy together, all I could think about was Pablo's lines. Much has transpired over the past week, and I am equally miffed with the quick, overdramatic turn of events, tacky CGI effects, Israeli bodyguards, insanely opulent makeover and some strange party throwing and garish costumes.
(Someone, please get Happy out of that Green Kurta. Looks like the stylist got one roll of Emerald Green fabric and cut out two garish kurtas for the female lead while the male characters keep on changing clothes at the drop of a hat.😆)
But having said that, I am here for Rocky and Happy, yes, I am, for they as characters have such possibilities.
What a beautiful way than to express them through Pablo's fabulous poetry. I have tons to say and pages to write but I will still try to summarise what transpired and what were my thoughts about it, for all I see in the forum is discontent about RV's screen time. RV is getting enough, more than what is required but this is a story about Rocky and Happy, isn't it? From day one, it has been about them, their journey, their transitions and transformations, about them swapping places. Two carefree individuals with very different approaches, thrown together. Neither "Dil is Happy anymore" nor "Rocky Banda doesn't care a damn" is left anymore.
Now it's a plethora of anxiety, sadness and emotions which need closure. Sadly, the "fire" died a slow death like the first flakes of snow in winters that slowly kills the flame burning in the fireplace. But the embers are still there. Stoking them with an iron rod makes the sparks fly. That's what exactly happens when they are around each other. All the sparks fly everywhere and what appeals in not their chemistry as most of us keep looking for, but their emotions are which haywire and raw. Undefined, yet expressed under the garb of revenge' for Rocky and plain disgust' for Happy. Much anxiety and confusion occur because they really did not have a chance to explore what they had. Unlike RV, who is crystal clear about his feelings for Happy, Rocky and Happy are yet to realise what they shared. Hurt, betrayal and giving it many names, but they do not even have an inkling what they shared was much more profound than their so-called friendship which they never had. It didn't blossom. They came together for a common dream and experienced a strange pull towards each other.
'Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes?'
Isn't it ironical, what they had was never friendship because they never equalled, their banter was of friends, but their vibe was unspoken. Happy was always his guiding force. Much like Chintu, in whose shoes she stepped unknowingly, seamlessly. In this process, probably she never realised her firm hold on Rocky. He was always loved by most of the people but never respected. The strange bond that ties them together does stem from the fact that she was the only one who recognised him, taught him to have a purpose in life, try to take up responsibility. Death changes people, sometimes shocks the very existence of your being. That too happened to Rocky. And then, rest we know is history.
Born out of Sexual Violence, PTSD
What simmers in the horrific background is the truth about Rocky's birth. Coming from a psychology major, children born out of sexual violence sometimes experience the same symptoms of PTSD post-traumatic stress disorder, self-loathing, disgust, paranoia. It's a complex state of emotions and really a difficult thing to handle. Coupled with the sudden twist of situations where he was thrown into jail for a crime he was born out of. It's hard to imagine the horrific turmoil that goes into his already impressionable mind. He had just learnt to stand up on his feet, and the entire ground beneath him shook with an earthquake of that magnitude. What could be going in his mind?
1. Am I like my horrible father who wronged my mother?
2. Am I someone to be hated?
3. How could my mother love me so much even after being abused?
I believe, it's too much for anyone of his age to handle.
All these complex emotions have taken the shape of one motive in his life-REVENGE. It's like an anchor or greater purpose that keeps him sane. It refrains him from going off the rails.
And regarding his wrongful ways in which he had tortured Happy, don't you think unlawful confinement in Jail for 3 years is a monumental time? Isn't the trauma enough? Rocky's transformation needed an anchor- Happy, and now his transformation into this cold, calculative smiling Shaan has an anchor too? REVENGE.
And we all know how Revenge is? It is a burning coal that burns the hand which clutches onto it. Revenge seekers often are hollow human beings, there's a punch in their heart. Seeking revenge never douses their fire, it only leaves them feeling vacant, solitary and empty. What a pitiful plight!!
'I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.'
About RV, I think that needs a separate post.😕
-Piu