As I watch episode after episode and possibly every re-run of the famous TV series Sex and the City, I have to admit that it’s the most intelligent TV show that I have come across. Every episode is so well crafted out in terms of a story, a buildup and a climax! And much as I like to fancy myself as the next Carrie Bradshaw (:-P), it’s a wish minus the frills. Because as much as I admire Carrie’s wit, sense of humor, writing and way of thinking, I still have an issue with her being in and out of relationships at the drop of a hat and having a rebound relationship with Mr. Big more than once. Now the former may be due to a culture difference, but what about love? What was it that made her screw every relationship, even though she was an expert “on paper” per say?
|Carrie with Mr. Big|
I begin to think about some other legends and their love/success stories. Everybody knows late Mr. M.F.Hussain’s fixation for our talented young actresses, and who even went to on to produce an arty ‘Gajgamini’ with his then muse Madhuri Dixit. The likes of music maestro Pandit Ravi Shankar, yesteryears’ actress Smita Patil, and TV actress Nina Gupta have a love child each. And when Ranbir Kapoor is advised in Rockstar with a “Jab tak tera dil nahi tootega, usmein dard nahi aayega, tab tak tu sacha artist nahi banega” (You will never become a true artist until you don’t experience a heart break or the pain of failing in love), my wayward thoughts were cast in stone. But is this really true that success comes to the screwed?
I mean, Carrie was screwed in her mind, Mr. M.F.Hussian in his heart and a lot of others in love. We often look down upon the shell life of relationships in Bollywood, and where people keep moving on from one relationship to the other as non-chalantly as we do from one mall to the other on a rather dull day. And it’s not the just the entertainment industry. Look at the famous author Salman Rushdie…he writes way too intellectual stuff, and at the same time, keeps marrying these oh-so-hot ladies half his age. Is that what keeps him going? Or is it an outcome of his rather dull life, surrounded by books, paper and pen for company?
|Salman Rushdie with ex-wife padma Lakshmi (Ain’t she hot?) 😉|
I can’t seem to figure out a pattern here, except that all these people, having an obscenely huge artistic factor in them, are belittled in their persona elsewhere. Wouldn’t they all have been perfect had God bestowed these oh-so-creative people with a sane mind that followed the ways of the world they inhabited? But perfection is just God’s business. I think even He is insecure at some level. If He made a human perfect enough, wouldn’t the spotlight shift? I think even He’s screwed enough to bless us with imperfection so that we always look up to Him and Only Him. 😉
I still didn’t want to believe in the theory, and decided to delve in my own self. I read some of my old articles which I had written when I was going through a very tough phase in my life. None of the current stuff even nears the level. So, even for me, I could say that pain bought out the best art of my life. But does that mean if I am happy, I will never be able to publish my best work? Will that happen only if I screw something irreversably in my life, and then only I will be able to churn out some sweet/sour musings of my life and poetically imprint it on paper?
Pray why that is, I still don’t know.
If any one of you has an answer, please enlighten me.
Happy 😀 and Doomed 🙁