The Whisperer

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Think: the silent speed of a shooting star
Think: the fractured beauty of a broken sea shell
Think: cold flame
Think: dark before dawn
Think: crouch before leap
Think: quiet grace and dignity
Think: a steed's noble gait
Think: deft and quick
Think: unhurried and deep
Think: scaffold
Think: dagger
Think: ocean
Think: Pyrammid
Think: Randeep Hooda in D


I missed the first 15 minutes of the movie. Saw Randeep, and found in him

  • Charles Darnay, the lawyer in Tale of Two Cities; sitting in the courtroom with dishevelled hair and curious eyes. Body reposed in strong, feline indolence. He would later stand up and argue for a lost cause....and win.
  • Howard Roark, the architect in Ayn Rand's 'Fountainhead'; walking with certitude to the judge's table, submitting his folder with his drawings, his eyes mirroring the truth of his sprit, and simply saying, in response to his adversary's noisy arguments, 'The defence rests.'
  • Bagheera of Jungle Book, carefully waiting behind the bushes, watching with pride and sorrow, as Mowgli goes away.
  • Rudyard Kipling's muse when he wrote in 'If': If you can fill the unforgiving minute with 60 seconds worth of distance run, Yours is the world and everything that's in it, and what's more, you'll be a man my son.
  • Kunta Kinte, in Alex Haley's 'Roots'; as he bends down, a broken man, to collect the dust of his daughter's footsteps when she is taken away from him to never return.
  • The fish in Hemingway's 'Old Man and the Sea'; the book's true hero, of who it was said, 'there was no panic in his fight.'
  • The dog in Jack London's 'Call of the Wild'; who left a life where 'intimation meant command' to become a leader of a pack.

It is said that if you want to get someone's attention, whisper. Presenting Randeep Hooda: the whisperer.

Comments

anumita said…
Brilliantly written! Must be a great whisperer to have inspired such a post.
12:16 PM
Janaki said…
seriously! very well written.. perhaps better than hooda deserves but he is yummmm indeed..... :D
6:12 PM
Rashmi Bansal said…
Very well written. I am actually inspired to go and see the movie. Or at least rent it and see it at home :)
6:27 PM
Unknown said…
First timer here, I should say this is 'passionate' writing.
12:55 PM
The Whisperer said…
I am The Whisperer. Check out my blog at:
http://evil-nard.blogspot.com/
You will like what you see.
9:54 PM
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