The other day I was sent to a class in locum. All girls and not
the least interested to learn. I was asked to give hagiographical notes on
St.Thomas Aquinas. The girls kept giggling and were seemingly nowhere near the
great Dominican. One of them quite pretty kept staring at me, harbouring a
sinister twist of lips which I cannot exactly make out as a smile more on the
reverent side. That killer smile transports me to a vexation. It seemed
something familiar, very rooted in me, but I couldn’t tell what.
I remember the day when we watched Inglorious Basterds
of Tarantino, back in the Philosophy College. It met the same fate as Hurt
Locker. They kept complaining that it is full of the F-word as if
expletives are quite alien to their world and so abominable. Underneath was a
strong repulsion for any portrayal of reality without a sugarcoat. Well back to
the Basterds, the most towering figure in it is Colonel Hans Landa, all smiles
yet he kills. I felt like lungingmy hands into the screen and strangle that
rascal of a person before his wiliness could commit more outrages. That was my first love with Christoph Waltz.
So impeccable; even the way he smacks his lips relishing the French dessert.
Watching Django Unchained was a fortuitous encounter
with Christoph again. The long beard was a sure veil but then there was
something unmistakable in him. A quick google revealed that Christoph is the highest
common denominator in Basterds and Django. As a rule, I Don’t pay great
attention to title credits of a movie and exceptions can be if there is a piece
of music that can leash me or a storyline running along with the titles.
Remarkably, Django has some music in it that could hold me back from the very
outset.
Back to the girl, I wanted to say that now it dawns on me
that she looked so familiar to me because she looked like Christoph Waltz, a
bit leaner and if he wouldn’t mind getting into the dress of a young girl in
this part of the world. There is nothing exotic about these dresses. Don’t expect
anything classically Indian. You would just fit in, no matter who you are.
Thank you Tarantino,
Dr.Schultz and Djangooooooooo!!!
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