'My life seems to be a series of make-believes'..says Mrinalini to her sister-in-law sitting along the seashore watching her daughter lying safely on her father's chest...it stuck me then,doesnt it hold true for most of the high profile successful celebrities down the years? from our very own Suchitra Sen,Uttam kr,Amitabh Bacchan,Shahrukh Khan,Kareena Kapoor to Marlyn Monroe,Greta Garbo,Ingrid Bergman or Micheal Jackson?? A life constantly being scrutinized by the paparazzi where everything seems to be set up for the sake of tabloids..
Death,absence,seperation,waiting in vain..longing for love ve been the favourite subjects amongst many film makers..In recent time,one has witnessed Rituparno Ghosh toying with the concept of death as a metaphor in most of his projects (from Unishe April,Shubho Mahurat,Dosor to the very recent Shob Choritro kalponik and Abohoman)..Iti Mrinalini too deals with this relativism of death..what has been promoted as a memorablia of a starlet's life before attempting suicide seemed to me as a subject dealing with unending quest,longing for love,longing in vain,and feeling of loss..
Mrinalini in her entire life span witnesses several physical deaths in her life,of people she was close to,of those within whom her entire life encircled at some point in her life..from her college naxalite boyfriend Abhi,to her daughter Sona (the most heart wrenching,poignant of all the deaths),to the demise of Satyajit Ray to her hair dresser kamala di (more like a motherly figure for her).But its not only the physical deaths that forms the basic premise of Mrinalini's life,the film's biggest and sole catalyst is the death of each of her memoirs,where she tries to conquer death with her nostalgia,churning out memories from her flashbacks..from her college days,adda at the coffee house,sashaying thru streets and trams with her boyfriend Abhi,getting casted in a commercial flick by a noted film maker,playing the perfect mistress to him,having a child out of wed lock,temple wedding,from being a superstar to finding a shoulder to rely upon,an acquaintance in the form of a novelist friend Chintan Nair and dealing with the loss of her only daughter...each sequence in the film has been mingled with Mrinalini's coming out of her reverie each time a fragment of her life dissolves and she searches out for a new one thru her box of pictures as well as pictures thru her phases of life!
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