Beyond a bumbat sexuality, there exist humanism. A pure human, who needs acceptance and esteem from society. Silk is a legend- created, fostered, exploited and thrown away by community. Though she is bold, her sufferance drags her to an acrimonious suicide. The worst part of it. Smitha is a rebel to oh-so-proudly sophisticated society. The line seriously bears the gravity- Hameshase mardoka zamana raha hai aur auratone hungama macha diya hai.
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Friday evening came with two great pleasures. One was the most awaited end of semester exams and the other was a bunch of movie tickets and best part was the movie tickets had the title ‘The dirty picture’. Yeahh… The same one.
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“What so dirty about it?” The film questions you. Are the costumes dirty? Or slangs? It must be the showbiz of some of the private assets that belong to a famous name- Vidya Balan. Umm-no. Silk, Silk smita. The ever glazing fabric which in turn came out to be frivolous.
At one point there comes a shot in which silk gets awarded for her work(?) And unfortunately her ‘chief-exploiter’ gives away the award. She possess such a daring attitude that she stands in front of whole audience and vents her feeling off. She straightway questions the audience – ‘If I am filthy then what will you call of yourself? I make showbiz of whatever god has gifted me. Aren’t you the ones who look at it with lusty gazes? I admit my movies are not suitable for family watching but aren’t you the ones who watch them sneakily? ‘ At that point somebody calls her the real bagawat.
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Silk is another side of a woman, the woman who throws herself upon the men who beckon at her. She celebrates her womanhood her best. Here she is different than other women. She breaks all the rules set by the community for the proximities of opposites. She enjoys the “sex” part of it up to her fullest. Be it for the solutions for her personal purposes like success and for getting more work…
But life wants everyone to be pragmatic at one or the other time. When it comes to the terms of the relationship, the only thing she gets is frustration. She can’t take it when the man who is so crazy about being naked with her in bed has nothing to do with her existence and happiness. She comes to know her position in his life when she sees his wife cuddling him up in his bed and his care for her which shows its way out through his gestures.
Her heart breaks into pieces at this point. She searches for love in every relationship she comes across but she finds every man far beyond being “tangible”. Nobody is ready to marry her. Everybody says-“aisi ladkiya sirf bistar tak laneke liye achhi hoti hai, shadi karneke liye nahi.”
This all affects her seriously leading her to withdrawal from her own life. In addition to this, she loses everything she collects through her life. Money, status, fame… everything. To meet her rising dues, she searches for the work and meets a director. And fatefully, he happens to be a porn film director. He makes drink for her so that she can be at ‘ease’ during act. But police raids there and she gets thrown away on the roads. Alcoholised, she hardly can walk, she vomits on the road and sees her own reflection into it. That is the damn suggestive scene of the movie. The whole movie is decorated with many of such beauty-spots. A parallel love story of silk and imraan comes like a ray of hope but turns into a tragedy.
And finally, resigned from her battle for her existence, she says- “zindagi toh tabhi mehsoos hoti hai jab who sabse mayoos hoti hai”
That’s it. After that an overdose of sleeping pills. A dreadful peace fills up the ambience. The peace she is in search of from ages…
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