Song 38:
But my favourite song from the film is this one for which somehow I am unable to locate a video. But the song is good enough just to listen and envision. It reminds me of a very interesting time a few years ago. Circa 2004-2005, somewhere in Central India. The ladies of an entire regiment were staying behind while their men had gone for defence exercise at the borders. Now this is a very nice time to connect and bring on the camaraderie in a typical army set-up.
We all had little toddlers whom we would put in our prams and get together at someone's place. We'd knit sweaters, embroider dainty daisies on delicate handkerchiefs, share recipes for sinful desserts and also try them out, ending with a pot luck or something. This was before Twitter and FB and we'd also recommend and share books. Then someone floated a book called 'The Bridges of Madison County' recommending it on 'high' priority. Soon one after the other, we fell for the riveting story of a mysterious, rakish traveller Robert Kincaid who comes and sweeps away the heart of a beautiful but kinda rough around the edges and sorta disillusioned Francesca Johnson for four days while her own family is away! Then we all procured the movie from somewhere and watched teary eyed, as Clint Eastwood and Meryl Streep brought it alive. Though for me the book was better, as for most of my friends.
We oohed and aahed and passed on the book and waited to see the reaction of the next slain heart, then going 'See I toldya na!' When the men returned after almost two months we were a regiment of about 16 ladies with a collective crush on Robert Kincaid. We had slept, talked about, walked, sang, eaten, danced with Robert Kincaid! The men were curious as to who the hell is Robert Kincaid. We'd give them bits and pieces, little hints about the story, but made sure they didn't get to read it. For we did not want them to be Robert Kincaid to anyone else! Hahahaha
This song too has the same appeal, as if almost made for an Indian version. What is it about the strange attraction between someone who is pretty much a vagabond, a free spirit, a seeker of higher truths, the National Geographic photographer types and a woman living a life of convention, steeped in traditions and duties. Perhaps when they meet it is that for a few moments they see a life so different from each other. The traveller drops anchor for the night and knows what is home and hearth, what it is to wake up to the scent of a woman every morning and for her it's a rite of passage to probably an adventurous life she had envisaged for herself eons ago, but the memory of which lies buried in ennui and domestic routines. It is ultimately about getting a glimpse of the road not taken......
But my favourite song from the film is this one for which somehow I am unable to locate a video. But the song is good enough just to listen and envision. It reminds me of a very interesting time a few years ago. Circa 2004-2005, somewhere in Central India. The ladies of an entire regiment were staying behind while their men had gone for defence exercise at the borders. Now this is a very nice time to connect and bring on the camaraderie in a typical army set-up.
We all had little toddlers whom we would put in our prams and get together at someone's place. We'd knit sweaters, embroider dainty daisies on delicate handkerchiefs, share recipes for sinful desserts and also try them out, ending with a pot luck or something. This was before Twitter and FB and we'd also recommend and share books. Then someone floated a book called 'The Bridges of Madison County' recommending it on 'high' priority. Soon one after the other, we fell for the riveting story of a mysterious, rakish traveller Robert Kincaid who comes and sweeps away the heart of a beautiful but kinda rough around the edges and sorta disillusioned Francesca Johnson for four days while her own family is away! Then we all procured the movie from somewhere and watched teary eyed, as Clint Eastwood and Meryl Streep brought it alive. Though for me the book was better, as for most of my friends.
We oohed and aahed and passed on the book and waited to see the reaction of the next slain heart, then going 'See I toldya na!' When the men returned after almost two months we were a regiment of about 16 ladies with a collective crush on Robert Kincaid. We had slept, talked about, walked, sang, eaten, danced with Robert Kincaid! The men were curious as to who the hell is Robert Kincaid. We'd give them bits and pieces, little hints about the story, but made sure they didn't get to read it. For we did not want them to be Robert Kincaid to anyone else! Hahahaha
This song too has the same appeal, as if almost made for an Indian version. What is it about the strange attraction between someone who is pretty much a vagabond, a free spirit, a seeker of higher truths, the National Geographic photographer types and a woman living a life of convention, steeped in traditions and duties. Perhaps when they meet it is that for a few moments they see a life so different from each other. The traveller drops anchor for the night and knows what is home and hearth, what it is to wake up to the scent of a woman every morning and for her it's a rite of passage to probably an adventurous life she had envisaged for herself eons ago, but the memory of which lies buried in ennui and domestic routines. It is ultimately about getting a glimpse of the road not taken......
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