The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society – Beyond Brilliantly Beautiful #Review

Like most people advertised on social media, I watched The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society today. Yes, the name’s quite a mouthful. Thankfully, the movie is quite thoughtful.

What began as a disillusioned writer’s quest for the perfect house in the aftermath of the second World War soon turned into a study in how home is where our people are. Our people. Our family. Not the good given ones. But the family we find and choose for ourselves. Only because they accept us. We belong to them like they belong to us. This connection might exist from even before we come into contact with them. That’s where home is.

Thrown into the mix is also how books can bring people together. Even in great adversities like war. Like-minded or disagreeing, but with the spirit to hold their own thoughts and views. Speaking of spirit, the movie also depicts how the spirit of a place and its people can help unleash another’s spirit as well. A coming into your own story for all ages.

More fascinating still is the fact that so many themes, emotions, undercurrents and relations are portrayed in such a kind, beautiful, thoughtful and endearing manner. Each character has its own arc, revealed bit by bit. The viewers piece together the story, just like the writer whose journey we’re following – and are left awestruck. It’s over two hours of pure subtlety. No scene is extra and no action is useless. A nicely tied together package of cinematic brilliance.

I don’t usually write movie reviews. Not that I’d call this a review. Its more of a need to share this movie with others so that they may also get to sit back, think and enjoy. I wish I had better words to describe it. I think i’m still recovering from it and have been rendered quite dumbstruck. It’s an experience. Really.

If you do watch it, will you please let me know? I’d love to discuss it with someone without the fear of revealing spoilers!

I hope you’re having a relaxing weekend. Thank you for reading.

Love,

Varnika.

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Animal ‘King’dom

Walking home from work today

I saw a bird soar up high

while I was laden down

with the burdens of my existence

with the worries of my future

and the pressures of my present

And I wonder

if they have it better

If the most intelligent animal

isn’t actually the stupidest

We might be living

but we might not really be living.

 

 

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We’re All Mad Here #2

If I could put a number

To the times I’ve doubted my sanity

I’m sure the count would reach infinity

And more

But the ones amongst us

Who claim to be utterly sane

How can they ever know

For sure?

A touch of madness

And a hint of lunacy

A pinch of craziness

Isn’t that all of humanity?

To Feel Again

“Happy is the heart that still feels pain”

Getting hurt is part and parcel of life. Nobody refutes that. Getting over the hurt and moving on, albiet a humongous task, takes place around us everyday. We’ve grown to take it in our stride. What is incredibly special, however, is the ability to preserve the capacity to feel pain within our hearts. It is easy to shut ourselves out, protect our emotions and become indifferent towards everything. When you won’t feel a thing, you’d become immune to feeling hurt.

Yet, such well-intentioned guarding makes us blind to the happiness coming our way. It desensitizes whatever empathy we may have been able to feel towards our fellowmen. It turns us into highly functional robots.

The human spirit of resilience though is unparalleled and undaunted. After a stretch of such emotionless wading through life, it raises its head and brings us back on track. Once again, we open ourselves to the possibility of getting hurt by allowing ourselfs to affiliate. Even though we’ve been made wiser by our past bitter experiences, we try our best to not let it reflect on our present and future, we do not prejudge, we give every person we come across a fair fighting chance. How amazing is that?

So here’s to all the Bravehearts who plough through all the hurt, pain, suffering and are able to feel again. It’s true, happy is the heart that can still feel pain, because it’s what makes us human. It’s a language more universal than any other. We might not be able to understand the words that come out of someone’s mouth in a language foreign to us but we can never fail to see the pain behind someone’s tears or the scars etched across someone’s skin. And then, despite all odds, despite all unfortunate events that life has thrown our way, we are able to show love and help them overcome their grief.

On this note, I leave you today with a beautiful song by Ingrid Michaelson called “Everybody”. I’m also sharing it’s lyrics below the link for everyone who is too busy or is not in a place where he can play music right now.

PS. I’ve done a couple of posts where I share my thoughts and then end with a song having related lyrics. I would love to have your feedback to know if I should continue with them or if my song choices don’t really click with you. Thanks!

We have fallen down again tonight
In this world it’s hard to get it right
Trying to make your heart fit like a glove
What it needs is love, love, love
Everybody, everybody wants to love
Everybody, everybody wants to be loved
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Everybody, everybody wants to love
Everybody, everybody wants to be loved
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

Happy is the heart that still feels pain
Darkness drains and light will come again
Swing open up your chest and let it in
Just let the love, love, love begin

Everybody, everybody wants to love
Everybody, everybody wants to be loved
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Everybody, everybody wants to love
Everybody, everybody wants to be loved
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

“We are linked, not ranked”

The exceptional Gloria Steinem implored us to imagine we are linked, not ranked. Granted she was talking about the commonalities shared in the origins of all races, castes, gender and humanity in general, I believe her statement raises another profound thought.

Imagine a world where someone’s gain isn’t measured by another’s loss. Why do I have to lose for you to win? Why do I have to fail for you to be Successful? Why are you so vain that you are only able to cherish your accomplishment by comparing it to other’s misfortune?

We are linked, not ranked. Why cannot one man be conferring a value to the sum total of humanity while another man contributes a different value. After all, it isn’t the conservation of energy that’s in question here. This isn’t a balance sheet. We are people, not numbers or columns of debit and credit.

Imagine a world like that, sounds exactly like the one I’d like to live in.