Sultan (Hindi, 2016)

This is just another predictable flick of a guy who finds joy in loafing around playing pranks and indulging in age-inappropriate activities who steers his life around to win over the love of a girl. As in most Indian movies, the firebrand cracker of a girl just turns jello at the sentimental self-sacrifices of her Romeo. This time, the theme of the film is the good old traditional Indian sport of 'gusti' or wrestling. Together the couple goes on a medal-winning spree all around the world till tragedy strikes. Aarfa (Anushka Sharma) becomes pregnant only to be left behind for the world championships. The haughty Sultan (Salman Khan) whose fame went to his head finds out the hard way that it pays to show humility. Sultan and Aarfa lose their baby to what they think is due to his absence at the time the neonate needed him most, or rather his O-negative blood.
They go separate ways. After years of soul searching, Sultan realises that he has to set up the resources of a blood bank in his locality to prevent a recurrence of what happened to his kid.
In comes, a loser rich man's son with his dismal CV of repeated failed MMA (mixed martial arts) competitions. The rest of the film is predictably about his turmoils to win the matches against all odds and Sultan's reunification with his estranged wife.
What struck me with the movie is not the storyline, the romantic chemistry, the wisecrack dialogues or the indeed scenic outdoors of Haryana. A person tries to improve himself or pull himself out of a rut for personal development once self-realisation dawns upon him. He would go the world's end to fulfil his dreams. The pot of the gold at the end of the rainbow would eventually come. Together with that would roll in new needs and commitments which he has to oblige. By then, his endeavour is no more to satisfy himself but for the bonds that he had developed along the way. By now, he is duty bound to slog, no more for himself but to fulfil his dependants or his Dharma. People who propelled him forward in the first place are no longer in the equation, just like how he is no more relevant to himself. He is just a piece of footwear that sacrifices itself to its master before the master decides to throw it to the bin.
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