Waiting (Hinglish, 2016)
We all think we know what is right for us, for our better halves. We think we know what the other would prefer if they are not in a position to choose and we have it to pick for them. This is especially so when it comes to matters of life and death. As if we talk about the types of morbid subjects, e.g. "Would you want we pull the plug if you were a vegetable?"
Do we have all the answers for situations in our lives? Is there an algorithm or a flow-chart for all eventualities that are spewed upon us? Do you know that the decision we are making is indeed the right one?
That is the premise of this story. A newly married metropolitan lady receives news that her husband was involved in a serious road traffic accident in another town. Rushing there, she finds him to be comatose with severe head injury. Whilst immersed in grief, the denial, accusation and all, she bumps into a retired Professor who has been coping with the unsettling condition of his wife who had been in a coma for eight months. It tells how the younger learns to deal with the crisis. The film explores the inter-generational gap, their social interaction and how the people around them and easy availability of information make decision-making so tricky. Anecdotal findings in the medical journal only confuse the issues further. There is also displacement of anger by bashing the medical fraternity and globalisation, vilification of corporations and insurance companies as well as social media and human behaviour. It is not, however, just a catarrh of nihilism.
Life is a journey. We sail through, sometimes punctuated by unplanned setbacks. We wait and ruminate for every situation is unique. Perhaps, life would be less stressful if we let others decide for us. The pressure of burden would be less on us. Or let God's will follow its intended course and just procrastinate?
We all think we know what is right for us, for our better halves. We think we know what the other would prefer if they are not in a position to choose and we have it to pick for them. This is especially so when it comes to matters of life and death. As if we talk about the types of morbid subjects, e.g. "Would you want we pull the plug if you were a vegetable?"
Do we have all the answers for situations in our lives? Is there an algorithm or a flow-chart for all eventualities that are spewed upon us? Do you know that the decision we are making is indeed the right one?
That is the premise of this story. A newly married metropolitan lady receives news that her husband was involved in a serious road traffic accident in another town. Rushing there, she finds him to be comatose with severe head injury. Whilst immersed in grief, the denial, accusation and all, she bumps into a retired Professor who has been coping with the unsettling condition of his wife who had been in a coma for eight months. It tells how the younger learns to deal with the crisis. The film explores the inter-generational gap, their social interaction and how the people around them and easy availability of information make decision-making so tricky. Anecdotal findings in the medical journal only confuse the issues further. There is also displacement of anger by bashing the medical fraternity and globalisation, vilification of corporations and insurance companies as well as social media and human behaviour. It is not, however, just a catarrh of nihilism.
Life is a journey. We sail through, sometimes punctuated by unplanned setbacks. We wait and ruminate for every situation is unique. Perhaps, life would be less stressful if we let others decide for us. The pressure of burden would be less on us. Or let God's will follow its intended course and just procrastinate?
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