Thanks to the very generous Pinky Reddy, I was privileged to watch a preview of DDD at INOX, on Thursday, a day before its release. That Zoya Akhtar is a supremely talented writer – director has been accepted worldwide. However, I loved her earlier presentation Zindagi na milegi dobara for its brilliant music, perfect casting, outstanding performances, original story line, the works. Having said that, DDD made me reflect more on my family and realize that I was losing the plot in many situations. Much as I consider myself a liberal parent and aunt, this film made me open my eyes to how much I burden the gen-next in my extended family with my expectations. A couple of things being – how they dress and their attitude towards work. It bugs me no end if the young ones don’t turn up appropriately dressed for occasions. For instance, girls wearing short dresses or bright red lipstick when they visit a bereaved relative to offer their condolences, was always a sore point for me. Or if they turn up shabbily dressed to an outing, I would rave, rant and cry myself hoarse whether anybody heard me or not. All along, I never realized how inconsequential such things are. Well, for all I know, the inappropriately dressed (in my eyes) are probably more sensitive towards the loss of someone and the shabbily dressed (again in my eyes) are probably beyond the need to create an impression (which honestly is liberating). Also, I can’t relate to many youngsters paying more attention to money than the job. (What’s wrong about that? After all, money is important.)
Well, these are trivial compared to the serious issues the protagonists’ family in the film is facing. Nevertheless, for me the take away from DDD has been that “I shall never ever judge the younger lot solely based on appearances.” Plus, I loved the scene in which Ranveer compels his family to face their harsh realities and delusions. My son does that at times. And every time he did that, I would scream my lungs out. From now on, I will pay attention and I will respect the younger generations need to be themselves, regardless of occasions and impressions. That’s a promise I have made to myself. And I owe that one to Dil Dhadakne Do. Yet another ace from Zoya – Reema’s stable. Well done girls, you sure have a finger on the audiences’ pulse.