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Khoon Chala

Rang De Basanti. One of my favourite movies. I don't care what others have to say about it, whether the message was right or no. I love it for the music, for the characters, for Aamir Khan and Kunal Kapoor, for the friendships, for the love, for the rebellion.

My favourite moments in the movie have always been the funny ones. The ones that had me laughing.

But with each time, I watch the movie. Something changes. And now the moments I appreciate the most are the ones that are hard-hitting and poignant.

The song Khoon Chala in particular, when Atul Kulkarni looks up at the politician who's his mentor and realises that his idol has feet of clay.

That for me, is the moment in the entire movie.

Especially poignant these days, don't you think?

Comments

Abhishek said…
I can't single out a single scene from that movie. I can't say if it is actually a very thought provoking movie but yes, it makes you shudder at times.
One of my favorites!
Aathira said…
Hi

I am new here, came over from Chandini's blog. Lovely posts, and I hope to visit here often.
Homecooked said…
Very true...Indian politics sucks! I think all the oldies should step down and make way for new blood. The current crop just know to play the blame game. Very sad indeed.
Sunshinemom said…
I would call it a good movie - movies have to be a little exaggerated to drive the message across, and I think this movie did that! I can't single out a single song - love them all! I guess rubaru would be my fave.

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