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рд╣рд┐рдЬреЛрдЖрдЬ

рд╣рд┐рдЬреЛрдЖрдЬ рдХреЗрд╣реАрд▓реЗ рдЙрддреНрд╕рд╛рд╣рд┐рдд рдмрдирд╛рдЙрдБрджреИрди ред рдкрдврд╛рдИ, рдХрд╛рдо, “рдЧрд╣рди рдмрд╣рд╕”, рд╕рд╛рдорд╛рдиреНрдп рдЫрд▓рдлрд▓, рд╕рд╛рдорд╛рдЬрд┐рдХ рд╕рдЮреНрдЬрд╛рд▓рдорд╛ рд╣реБрдиреЗ рддрд░реНрдХ рдмрд┐рддрд░реНрдХ рд╕рдмреИ рдмреЗрддреБрдХрдХрд╛ рд▓рд╛рдЧреНрдЫрдиреН ред рдЖрджрд░реНрд╢рдХрд╛ рдХреБрд░рд╛ рдвреЛрдЩреНрдЧ рдЬрд╕реНрддрд╛ рд▓рд╛рдЧреНрдЫрдиреН рдЕрдирд┐ рд╕рд╣рдпреЛрдЧ рд░ рд╕рд╛рдиреНрддреНрд╡рдирд╛, рдлрдЧрдд рд╕реНрд╡рд╛рд░реНрде рдкреВрд░рд╛ рдЧрд░реНрдиреЗ рдорд╛рдзреНрдпрдо ред
рдЖрдЬрдХрд▓ рдмреЛрдЭ рд▓рд╛рдЧреНрдЫ рд╣рд░ рдХреБрд░рд╛ ред рдХрд╛рд░реНрдпрд╛рд▓рдп, рдШрд░, рдирд╛рддрд╛, рд╕рдореНрдмрдиреНрдз, рдорд┐рддреНрд░рддрд╛, рд╢рд┐рдХреНрд╖рд╛, рд╢рд┐рдХреНрд╖рд╛рд▓рдп рд╕рдмреИрд▓реЗ рдФрдкрдЪрд╛рд░рд┐рдХрддрд╛рдорд╛ рдмрд╛рдБрдзреЗрдЭреИрдБ рд▓рд╛рдЧреНрдЫ ред рдЬреНрдЮрд╛рдирдХреЛ рдХреБрдиреИ рдорддрд▓рдм рдЫреИрди, рдХреНрд╖рдорддрд╛рдХреЛ рдХреБрдиреИ рдЕрд░реНрде рдЫреИрди рдЬрдмрд╕рдореНрдо рдФрдкрдЪрд╛рд░рд┐рдХрддрд╛ рдкреВрд░рд╛ рд╣реБрдБрджреИрди ред рддрд░ рдЖрдлреВрднрдиреНрджрд╛ рд╢рдХреНрддрд┐рд╢рд╛рд▓реА рдХрд╕реИрдХреЛ рдЕрдШрд┐рдкрдЫрд┐ рд▓рд╛рдЧреНрдиреБрд╕реН, рдФрдкрдЪрд╛рд░рд┐рдХрддрд╛ рдХреИ рд▓рд╛рдЧрд┐ рдмрдиреЗрдХрд╛ рдирд┐рдпрдо рдХрд╛рдиреВрдирдХреЛ рдкрдирд┐ рдХреЗрд╣реА рд▓рд╛рдЧреНрджреИрди ред

рд╣рд┐рдЬреЛрдЖрдЬ рд▓реЗрдЦреНрди рдкрдирд┐ рдорди рд▓рд╛рдЧреНрджреИрди ред рдпреЛ рдХрд┐рди рд▓реЗрдЦреНрджреИрдЫреБ рдерд╛рд╣рд╛ рдЫреИрди ред рдордирдХреЛ рдмреЛрдЭ рд╣рд▓реБрдХрд╛ рд╣реЛрд╕реН рднрдиреЗрд░ рдиреИ рд╣реЛрд▓рд╛ рддрд░ рдпрд╣рд╛рдБ рдкрдирд┐ рдорд┐рд▓рд╛рдПрд░ рд▓реЗрдЦреНрдиреБрдкрд░реНрдиреЗ рдмрд╛рдзреНрдпрддрд╛ рдЫ ред рдордирдорд╛ рд╢рдмреНрджрд╣рд░реВ рдЦреЗрд▓рд╛рдЙрдиреБ рдЕрдирд┐ рдПрдХрдПрдХ рдЕрдХреНрд╖рд░ рдорд┐рд▓рд╛рдЙрдБрджреИ рдЯрд╛рдЗрдк рдЧрд░реНрдиреБ рдкрдирд┐ рдмреЛрдЭрд┐рд▓реЛ рдмрдиреНрджреИрдЫ ред рддрдерд╛рдкрд┐ рдордирдХрд╛ рдХреБрд░рд╛ рдЕрдХреНрд╖рд░рдорд╛ рдкреЛрдЦреНрди рдмрд╛рд╣реЗрдХ рдЕрд░реВ рдЙрдкрд╛рдп рджреЗрдЦреНрджрд┐рдирдБ ред


рд╣реБрди рдд рд▓реЗрдЦреЗрд░ рдХреЗрд╣реА рд╣реБрдиреЗ рдкрдирд┐ рд╣реИрди ред рдХреБрдиреИ рдмреЗрд▓рд╛ рд╣рд░реЗрдХ рдЗрд╕реНрдпреВрдорд╛ рд▓реЗрдЦреНрди рдорди рд▓рд╛рдЧреНрдереНрдпреЛ ред рдХреЗрд╣реА рдЧрд▓рдд рднрдПрдХреЛ рднрдП рдХрд╕рд░реА рдареАрдХ рдЧрд░реНрди рд╕рдХрд┐рдиреНрдЫ рднрдиреЗрд░ рд╕реБрдЭрд╛рд╡ рджрд┐рди рдорди рд▓рд╛рдЧреНрдереНрдпреЛ ред рдЕрд╣рд┐рд▓реЗ рдЖрдлреНрдиреИ рд╡рд┐рд╡реЗрдХ рдмрдиреНрдж рдЧрд░реЗрд░ рд╣рд┐рдБрдбреНрдиреБ рдкрд░реЗрдХреЛ рдЫ ред рдЬрд╣рд╛рдБ рдкрд╛рдЗрд▓реИ рдкрд┐рдЪреНрдЫреЗ рдмреЗрдЗрдорд╛рдиреА рдЪрд▓реНрдЫ, рддреНрдпрд╣рд╛рдБ рдЗрдорд╛рдирдХреЛ рдЕрд░реНрде рдХреЗ ? рдЬрд╣рд╛рдБ рджреЛрдЧреНрд▓рд╛рдкрди рдкреБрдЧрд┐рдиреНрдЫ, рддреНрдпрд╣рд╛рдБ рд╕рддреНрдпрдХреЛ рдЕрд╕реНрддрд┐рддреНрд╡ рдХреЗ ?


рдпрд╣рд╛рдБрдХреЛ рдкрд╛рдЧрд▓рдкрдирдХреЛ рдЧреБрд░реБрддреНрд╡рд╛рдХрд░реНрд╖рдгрд▓реЗ рддрд╛рдиреНрджреИ рддрд╛рдиреНрджреИ рдорд▓рд╛рдИ рдкрдирд┐ рдкрд╛рдЧрд▓ рдкреЛ рдмрдирд╛рдЙрдиреЗ рд╣реЛ рдХрд┐ ? рдЕрд▓рд┐ рдмрдвреА рдиреИ рдирд┐рд░рд╛рд╢рд╛рд╡рд╛рджреА рднрдЗрдпреЛ рдХрд┐ ? рддрд░ рдпреЛ рд╕рдорд╛рдЬ, рджреЗрд╢ рд░ рдкреВрд░реИ рдорд╛рдирд╡ рд╕рднреНрдпрддрд╛рдХреЛ рдЙрдБрдзреЛ рдЧрддрд┐ рдорд╛рддреНрд░реИ рджреЗрдЦреНрдиреЗ рдо рдорд╛рддреНрд░реИ рдд рдирд╣реВрдБрд▓рд╛ рдирд┐ рд╣реИ ?

Two South Korean Movies I watched this Week

I watched two South Korean movies this week: Train to Busan (2016) and Silenced (2011). Both of them coincidentally starred Gong Yoo and Yu-mi Jung as the leads. I had heard of Train to Busan as one of the best horror movies showing zombie apocalypse, but it felt like a drama for the most part. Silenced, on the other hand is categorized as drama but it shows the horror of being under-privileged in the society. In this blog, I am presenting short reviews of both the movies.

1. Train to Busan (2016)

In this movie, Seok-Woo (Gong Yoo) is taking his daughter, Soo-an (Su-an Kim) to her mother from Seoul to Busan during a zombie apocalypse. The zombie virus originates through a leak in a biochemical factory. The virus is spreading on the scales of a pandemic. People are getting crazy and cannibalistic. But the apocalypse is only a set-up to show the horrors of society.

Seok-Woo is a workaholic, who thinks only about himself. Soo-an, the daughter, is polite and selfless. She is the heart and soul of the movie. Her interactions with the other passengers show to her father that one should never be selfish, even in worse of times. However, the world has mean people, too. The acts of one selfish person can jeopardize the lives of other people. The movie also shows that good people can follow bad people out of fear and can make irrational decisions. Thus, this movie is an excellent commentary on the society.

The zombies in this did not scare me but thought that I might act selfishly in times of apocalypse or pandemic scared me. We saw how some selfish people created the global pandemic of COVID-19. Those memories made Train to Busan even more scarier. Is a selfish society more dangerous than a pandemic or apocalypse? Yes, I think it is.

2. Silenced (2011)

Silenced is based on real events that happened at a school for the hearing-impaired in 2005. I had watched a review (before watching the movie) on the YouTube channel Accented Cinema and had not been able to stop my tears. It took me a couple of weeks to gain courage to watch this movie.

Kang In-ho is a new art teacher at a school for disabled in Mujin. He loves art but cannot pursue his passion his wife died, his daughter is sick. To end his financial problems, he steps into the school thinking it might help his career. But the teachers, including the principal, are repeatedly sexually assaulting students. Despite all odds against him, In-ho decides to fight for justice with the help of an activist Seo Yoo-jin.

The school administration, however, has been bribing the police, education office, and “doing charities”. In-ho and Yoo-jin are helpless against the priviledged criminals. I was expecting them to succeed but the movie shows their failure. For the under-priviledged, the lack of justice is not only a tragedy, it is also a horror.

Nations were built in the past so that everyone could get security and justice. But over time, the fight for justice has been huge struggle for common people, even in prosperous nations. Silenced exposed the flaws in judiciary system of South Korea. The movie became such a strong voice that the existing laws were amended and the culprits were given harsher punishment.

This movie shows how powerful a cinema can be. A movie was able to change the laws of the nation. This is what movies or any art form should strive to do–change the society for good.

рднреЗрдбрд╛ (рднрд╛рдЧ-реи)

рдбреЗрдв рд╡рд░реНрд╖рдЕрдШрд┐ рднреЗрдбрд╛ рд╢рдмреНрджрд▓рд╛рдИ рдЪреБрдирд╛рд╡реА рд╕рдиреНрджрд░реНрднрдорд╛ рдорд╛рддреНрд░реИ рдмреБрдЭреЗрдХреЛ рдерд┐рдПрдБ ред рд╣рд┐рдЬреЛ рд╕рд╛рдБрдЭ рдмрд▓реНрд▓ рдпреЛ рд╢рдмреНрджрдХреЛ рд╡рд╛рд╕реНрддрд╡рд┐рдХ рдЕрд░реНрде рдмреБрдЭреЗрдБ ред

рдХреБрдиреИ рд╡реНрдпрдХреНрддрд┐ рд╡рд╛ рджрд▓рд▓реЗ рдЖрдлреНрдирд╛ рдХреБрд░рд╛ рдорд╛рдиреНрдиреЗрд▓рд╛рдИ рд╡рд╛ (рдордирд╛рдЙрдиреБ рдкрд░реНтАНрдпреЛ рднрдиреЗ) рдЬрдирддрд╛рдЬрдирд╛рд░реНрджрди рднрдиреНрджрд╛ рд░рд╣реЗрдЫрдиреН ред рдЬрдм рдЬрдирддрд╛рдЬрдирд╛рд░реНрджрдирд▓реЗ рдЕрд░реВ рдХрд╕реИрдХреЛ рдкрдХреНрд╖ рд▓рд┐рдиреНрдЫ, рдЙрд╕рд▓рд╛рдИ рджреБрддреНрдХрд╛рд░реНрджреИ рднрдиреНрджрд╛ рд░рд╣реЗрдЫрдиреН, “рднреЗрдбреЛ рдХрд╣реАрдБрдХреЛ!!

рдЬрддрд┐рд╕реБрдХреИ рдЖрд╢рд╛рд╡рд╛рджреА рднрдП рдкрдирд┐ рдиреЗрдкрд╛рд▓рдХреЛ рд░рд╛рдЬрдиреАрддрд┐рд▓реЗ рдЖрд╢рд╛рд▓рд╛рдЧреНрджреЛ рдмрд╛рдЯреЛ рдХрд╣рд┐рд▓реНрдпреИ рджреЗрдЦрд╛рдПрди ред рдХреБрдиреИ рд░рд╛рдЬрдиреАрддрд┐рдХ рдкрд╛рд░реНрдЯреА рдПрдирдЬреАрдУ (NGO) рд╢реИрд▓реАрдорд╛ рдХрд╛рдо рдЧрд░реНрдЫрдиреН рдд рдХреБрдиреИ рдЕрдзрд┐рдирд╛рдпрдХрд╡рд╛рджреА рд╕реЛрдЪ рд░рд╛рдЦреЗрд░ ред рдкрджрдХреЛ рдХреБрди рд╣рджрд╕рдореНрдо рд▓реЛрдн рдЫ рднрдиреЗ рдкреВрд░реНрд╡рдкрд╛рд░реНрдЯреАрдкреНрд░рдореБрдЦ рд░ рдкреВрд░реНрд╡рдкреНрд░рдзрд╛рдирдордиреНрддреНрд░реА рднрдПрд░ рджреЗрд╢ рд╣рд╛рдБрдХрд┐рд╕рдХреЗрдХрд╛рд╣рд░реВ, рдЬрд╕рд▓реЗ рдкрд╛рд░реНрдЯреА рдмрд╛рд╣рд┐рд░ рд░рд╣реЗрд░ рдмреГрд╣рддреНрддрд░ рд╣рд┐рддрдХрд╛ рд▓рд╛рдЧрд┐ рд▓рд╛рдЧреНрдиреБрдкрд░реНрдиреЗ рд╣реЛ, рдкрд╛рд░реНрдЯреАрднрд┐рддреНрд░ рдорд░реНрдпрд╛рджрд╛рдХреНрд░рдордХрд╛ рд▓рд╛рдЧрд┐ рдЬреЛрд░реА рдЦреЛрдЬреНрдЫрдиреН ред рдЕрдирд┐ рддрд┐рдиреИ рддрдкреНрдХрд╛рдХрд╛ “рд╡реНрдпрдХреНрддрд┐рддреНрд╡рд╣рд░реВ” рд╡рд┐рджреЗрд╢реА рдордиреНрддреНрд░реА/рд╕рдЪрд┐рд╡рд▓рд╛рдИ рд╣рддрд╛рд░рд┐рдБрджреИ рд╣реЛрдЯрд▓рдореИ рдвреЛрдЧрднреЗрдЯ рдЧрд░реНрди рдЬрд╛рдиреНрдЫрдиреН ред рддрд┐рдирд▓рд╛рдИ рдЪреБрдирд╛рд╡рдорд╛ рдЬрд┐рддрд╛рдЙрдиреЗрд▓реЗ рдкреНрд░рд╢реНрди рдЧрд░реНтАНрдпреЛ рднрдиреЗ рдЬрд╡рд╛рдл рджрд┐рдиреНрдЫрдиреН (рддрд┐рдиреАрд╣рд░реВрднрдиреНрджрд╛ рдкрдирд┐ рдЙрдкрдмреБрдЬреНрд░реБрдХ рддрд┐рдирдХрд╛ рдХрд╛рд░реНрдпрдХрд░реНрддрд╛рд╣рд░реВ), “рдХрд┐рди рдЬрд╛рдиреНрдиреЗ рд╣реБрдиреНрдЫреМ, рднреЗрдбрд╛ рд╣реЛ ?”

рдЬрдирддрд╛рдХрд╛ рдЭрд┐рдирд╛рдорд╕рд┐рдирд╛ рдХреБрд░рд╛ рд╕реБрдиреНрдиреЗ рдлреБрд░реНрд╕рдж рдЫреИрди рдЙрдиреАрд╣рд░реВрд▓рд╛рдИ ред рдареВрд▓рд╛ рд╕рдкрдирд╛ рджреЗрдЦреНрджрд╛ рдЖрдБрдЦрд╛ рдпрд╕рд░реА рдЯрдЯреНрдЯрд┐рдПрдХрд╛ рдЫрдиреН рдХрд┐ рдирдЬрд┐рдХрдХреЛ рд╕рдорд╕реНрдпрд╛ рджреЗрдЦреНрджреИрдирдиреН ред рдЖрдлреВ рдЕрдШрд┐рдХреЛ рд╕рдорд╕реНрдпрд╛ рд╕рдорд╛рдзрд╛рди рдЧрд░реМрдБ рдЕрдирд┐ рдареВрд▓рд╛ рд╕рдкрдирд╛ рд╕рд╛рдБрдЪреЗрдХреЛ рд╕реБрд╣рд╛рдЙрдБрдЫ, рдордЬреНрдЬрд╛ рдкрдирд┐ рдЖрдЙрдБрдЫ ред рддрдм рдХреЛрд╣реА рдмреБрд░реНрд▓реБрдХреНрдХ рдЙрдлреНрд░рд┐рдиреНрдЫ, “рд╕рдкрдирд╛ рджреЗрдЦреЗрдХреЛ рдкрдирд┐ рджреЗрдЦреА рд╕рд╣рдБрджреИрдирдиреН рднреЗрдбрд╛рд╣рд░реВ ред”

рд╕рд╛рдзрд╛рд░рдг рдирд╛рдЧрд░рд┐рдХ рдкрд▓рдкрд▓ рдорд░рд┐рд░рд╣реЗрдХреЛ рдЫ ред рджреЗрд╢рднрд┐рддреНрд░ рдК рдХрд╛рдо рдЧрд░реЗрд░ рдЦрд╛рди рд╕рдХреНрджреИрди ред рдпрд╕рдХрд╛ рдХреЗрд╣реА рдХрд╛рд░рдг рдЫрдиреН:

рез. рдЙрд╕рд▓рд╛рдИ рд╡рд┐рджреЗрд╢рдорд╛ рдкрд╛рд░рд┐рдЬрд╛рддрдХреЛ рдлреВрд▓ рдЭрд░реЗрдЭреИрдБ рдкреИрд╕рд╛ рдЭрд░реНрдЫ рднрдиреНрдиреЗ рд╕реБрдирд╛рдЗрдПрдХреЛ рдЫ ред

реи. рдиреЗрдкрд╛рд▓рдорд╛ рдХрд╛рдо рдЧрд░реНрди рдЙрд╕рд▓рд╛рдИ рд▓рд╛рдЬ рд▓рд╛рдЧреНрдЫ ред рд╕рдорд╛рдЬ рдиреИ рддреНрдпрд╕реНрддреИ рдЫ ред рдХрд╛рдо рдЧрд░реНрдиреЗрд▓рд╛рдИ рдЦрд┐рд╕реА рдЧрд░реНрдЫ рдЕрдирд┐ рдХрд╛рдо рдирдЧрд░реА рдлреВрд░реНрддреА рджреЗрдЦрд╛рдЙрдБрджреИ рд╣рд┐рдБрдбреНрдиреЗрд▓рд╛рдИ рдЦреБрдЯреНрдЯрд╛рдорд╛ рдвреЛрдЧреНрдЫ ред

рей. рдХреБрдиреИ рдЙрджреНрдпреЛрдЧрдорд╛ рд░рд╛рдЬрдиреАрддреА рдШреБрд╕реНрдпреЛ рднрдиреЗ рдзрд░рд╛рд╢рд╛рдпреА рдмрдирд╛рдПрд░реИ рдЫреЛрдбреНрдЫ ред

рек. рдЬрд╕рд░реА рдкрдирд┐ рдХрдорд╛рдЙрдиреБрдкрд░реНрдЫ рднрдиреЗрд░ рд▓рд╛рдЧрд┐рдкрд░реЗрдХрд╛ рдЫрдиреН рдорд╛рдирд┐рд╕рд╣рд░реВ ред рднреНрд░рд╖реНрдЯрд╛рдЪрд╛рд░ рдирднрдПрдХреЛ рдард╛рдЙрдБ рдЫреИрди ред

рел. рднреБрдЗрдБрдорд╛рдиреНрдЫреЗрдХрд╛ рдмреАрдЪрдмрд╛рдЯ рдиреЗрддрд╛ рдмрдиреЗрдХрд╛рд╣рд░реВ рддрд┐рдирдХреЛ рдЯрд╛рдЙрдХреЛ рдЯреЗрдХреНрджреИ рдЕрдШрд┐ рдмрдвреЗрд░ рдЖрдХрд╛рд╢рдорд╛ рдкреБрдЧреЗ ред рднреБрдЗрдБрдорд╛рдиреНрдЫреЗрд╣рд░реВ рдкрд╛рддрд╛рд▓рдорд╛ рднрд╛рд╕рд┐рдБрджреИрдЫрдиреН ред

рдорд╛рдиреНрдЫреЗрд╕рдБрдЧ рдЬрдм рд╡рд┐рдХрд▓реНрдк рдмрд╛рдБрдХреА рд╣реБрдБрджреИрди, рдХрд┐ рдК рдирдпрд╛рдБ рдХреБрд░рд╛рдХреЛ рдЦреЛрдЬреА рдЧрд░реНрдЫ, рдХрд┐ рднрдПрдХрд╛ рд╕рд░реНрдЬрд╛рдорд▓рд╛рдИ рдЕрд▓рд┐ рднрд┐рдиреНрди рдкреНрд░рдХрд╛рд░рд▓реЗ рдЪрд▓рд╛рдЙрди рдЦреЛрдЬреНрдЫ ред рд╡рд┐рджреЗрд╢рд┐рдиреБ рдирдпрд╛рдБ рдХреБрд░рд╛рдХреЛ рдЦреЛрдЬреА рд╣реЛ (рдХрд┐рдирдХреА рдирдпрд╛рдБ рднрдирд┐рдПрдХрд╛ рдкрд╛рд░реНрдЯреАрд╣рд░реВ рдЬрдирддрд╛рдорд╛рдЭ рдкреБрдЧреЗрдХреИ рдЫреИрдирдиреН) ред рддреНрдпрд╕реНрддреИ, рджреБрдИрддреАрдирд╡рдЯрд╛ рдкрд╛рд░реНрдЯреАрд▓рд╛рдИ рдкрд╛рд▓реИрдкрд╛рд▓реЛ рдЬрд┐рддрд╛рдЙрдиреБ рдкреБрд░рд╛рдирд╛рдкреНрд░рддрд┐рдХреЛ рдирдпрд╛рдБ рдЖрд╢рд╛ рд╣реЛ ред рдпреЛ рдЪрд▓рди рдиреЗрдкрд╛рд▓рдХреЛ рдорд╛рддреНрд░реИ рд╣реЛрдЗрди ред рдЕрдореЗрд░рд┐рдХрд╛рдорд╛ рдкреНрд░рд╛рдпрдГ рдбреЗрдореЛрдХреНрд░реНрдпрд╛рдЯреНрд╕ рд░ рд░рд┐рдкрдмреНрд▓рд┐рдХрди рдкрд╛рд░реНрдЯреАрд╣рд░реВ рдкрд╛рд▓реИрдкрд╛рд▓реЛ рд╕рддреНрддрд╛рдорд╛ рдЬрд╛рдиреНрдЫрдиреН ред рддреНрдпрд╕реНрддреИ рдмреЗрд▓рд╛рдпрддрдорд╛ рд▓реЗрдмрд░ рд░ рдХрдиреНрдЬрд░реНрднреЗрдЯрд┐рднрд▓реЗ рдкрд╛рд▓реИрдкрд╛рд▓реЛ рдмрд░реНрдЪрд╕реНрд╡ рдмрдирд╛рдЗрд░рд╣рдиреНрдЫрдиреН ред рд╣реБрди рдд рддреА рдкрд╛рд░реНрдЯреАрдХреИ рд╕рдорд░реНрдердХ рдмреАрдЪ рдкрдирд┐ рджрд╣реНрд░реЛ рд░рд╕реНрд╕рд╛рдХрд╕реНрд╕реА рдЪрд▓реНрдЫ ред рддрд░ рдЬрдирддрд╛рд▓рд╛рдИ “рднреЗрдбрд╛” рднрдиреНрдиреЗ рдиреЗрддрд╛рдХреЛ рдмрд╛рд░реЗрдорд╛ рдЪреИрдБ рдЖрдЬрд╕рдореНрдо рд╕реБрдиреЗрдХреЛ рдЫреИрди ред

рдЪреЗрддрдирд╛рдХреЛ рд╕реНрддрд░ рдкрдирд┐ рдПрдЙрдЯрд╛ рдорд╛рдкрдХ рд╣реБрдБрджреЛ рд╣реЛ ред рдиреЗрдкрд╛рд▓рдХрд╛ рд╕рдмреИ рдорд╛рдирд┐рд╕ рдкрдвреЗрд▓реЗрдЦреЗрдХрд╛ рдЫреИрдирдиреН ред рдкрдвреЗрд▓реЗрдЦреЗрдХрд╛ рд╕рдмреИ рд╡рд┐рд╡реЗрдХреА рд░ рдиреАрддрд┐рд╡рд╛рди рдЫреИрдирдиреН ред рдпрд╕рд░реНрде рдкрдвреЗрд▓реЗрдЦреЗрдХрд╛ рдЪреЗрддрдирд╢реАрд▓ рд░ рдЕрдирдкрдврд╣рд░реВ рдЕрдЪреЗрддрдирд╢реАрд▓ рднрдиреНрдиреЗ рдЫреБрдЯ рдорд▓рд╛рдИ рдЫреИрди ред рдХрд┐рдирдХреА “рднреЗрдбрд╛” рдЙрдкрдорд╛ рдЬрдиреНрдорд╛рдЙрдиреЗ рд░ рдлреИрд▓рд╛рдЙрдиреЗрд╣рд░реВ рд╢рд┐рдХреНрд╖рд┐рдд рднрдирд╛рдЙрдБрджрд╛ рдиреИ рд╣реБрдиреН ред

рд╣рд╛рд▓рд╕рд╛рд▓реИ рдкрддреНрд░рдХрд╛рд░ рд░рд╡рд┐ рд▓рд╛рдорд┐рдЫрд╛рдиреЗ рдЬреЗрд▓ рдкрд░реНрджрд╛ рдЙрдирдХреЛ рд╕рдорд░реНрдердирдорд╛ рдЬрдирд╕рд╛рдЧрд░ рдЙрд░реНрд▓рд┐рдпреЛ ред рддреА рдЬрдирддрд╛рд▓рд╛рдИ рдлреЗрд░рд┐ рдкрдирд┐ рднрдирд┐рдпреЛ, “рднреЗрдбрд╛”; рднрдиреНрдиреЗрд╣рд░реВ рдерд┐рдП рдЬрд╕рд▓реЗ рдЙрдирдХреЛ рдХрд╛рд░реНрдпрд╛рдХреНрд░рдо рд╣реЗрд░реЗрдХрд╛ рдерд┐рдПрдирдиреН, рдХрд╛рд░реНрдпрдХреНрд░рдо рдордирдкрд░рд╛рдЙрдБрджреИрдирдереЗ рд╡рд╛ рдЪрд┐рдврд┐рдПрдХрд╛ рдерд┐рдП ред рдХрд╛рд░реНрдпрдХреНрд░рдо рдирд╣реЗрд░реА рдореВрд▓реНрдпрд╛рдВрдХрди рдЧрд░реНрдиреЗ рдЕрдиреНрддрд░реНрдпрд╛рдореАрд╣рд░реВрд▓рд╛рдИ рдд рдХреЗ рднрдиреВрдБ ? рдЙрдирдХреЛ рд╢реИрд▓реАрдорд╛рдерд┐ рдмрд╣рд╕ рд╣реБрдиреБрдкрд░реНрдЫ рднрдиреНрдиреЗ рдХреБрд░рд╛рдорд╛ рдо рдкрдирд┐ рд╡рд┐рд╢реНрд╡рд╛рд╕ рд░рд╛рдЦреНрдЫреБ рд░ рдЙрдирд▓рд╛рдИ рджреЗрдЙрддрд╛ рдорд╛рдиреЗрд░ рдкреБрдЬреНрдиреБ рд╣реБрдиреНрди рднрдиреНрдиреЗ рдХреБрд░рд╛рдорд╛ рдо рдЕрдбрд┐рдЧ рдЫреБ ред рддрд░ рдЙрдирд▓рд╛рдИ рджреЗрдЙрддрд╛ рдорд╛рдиреНрдиреЗрд╣рд░реВрдкреНрд░рддрд┐ рджреБрд░рд╛рдЧреНрд░рд╣ рдЫреИрди ред рдХреБрди рдкрд░рд┐рд╕реНрдерд┐рддрд┐рдорд╛ рдЙрдиреА рдХрд╕рдХрд╛ рд▓рд╛рдЧрд┐ рдЙрдиреА рджреЗрдЙрддрд╛рддреБрд▓реНрдп рднрдП, рдо рдмреБрдЭреНрдЫреБ ред рдЕрдирд┐ рдЙрдирд▓реЗ рддреНрдпрддреНрд░реЛ рд╡рд░реНрд╖ рдХрд╛рд░реНрдпрд╛рдХреНрд░рдо рдЪрд▓рд╛рдЙрдБрджрд╛ рдЪреБрдЗрдБрдХреНрдХ рдирдЧрд░реНрдиреЗрд╣рд░реВ рдЙрдиреА рддрд▓ рдкрд░реНрджрд╛ рдХреБрд░реНрд▓рд┐рдПрдХреЛ рджреЗрдЦреНрджрд╛ рд▓рд╛рдЧреНрдпреЛ, “рдУрд░рд╛рд▓реЛ рд▓рд╛рдЧреЗрдХреЛ рдореГрдЧрд▓рд╛рдИ рдмрд╛рдЪреНрдЫрд╛рд▓реЗ рдкрдирд┐ рдЦреЗрджреНрдЫ ред”

рдЖрдлреВрд▓рд╛рдИ рдЕрдиреБрдХреВрд▓ рд╣реБрдБрджрд╛ рдЬрдирддрд╛рд▓рд╛рдИ “рднрдЧрд╡рд╛рди” рднрдиреНрдиреЗ рдЕрдирд┐ рдЖрдлреВрд▓рд╛рдИ рдкреНрд░рддрд┐рдХреВрд▓ рд╣реБрдБрджрд╛ “рднреЗрдбрд╛” рднрдиреНрдиреЗ рдорд╛рдирд┐рд╕рд╣рд░реВ рд╡рд┐рд╡реЗрдХрдХрд╛ рджреБрд╢реНрдорди рд╣реБрдиреН ред рдЬрдирддрд╛рдХреЛ рд╢рдХреНрддрд┐рдХреЛ рдЖрдбрдорд╛ рд╕рд░реНрд╡реЛрдЪреНрдЪ рд╕рддреНрддрд╛рдорд╛ рдкреБрдЧреЗрдХрд╛рд╣рд░реВрд▓реЗ рдЬрдирддрд╛рд▓рд╛рдИ рдпреЛ рд╣рджрд╕рдореНрдо рдЧрд┐рд░рд╛рдЙрди рдХрд╕рд░реА рд╕рдХреНрдЫрдиреН ? рддрд╛рдЬреБрдм рд▓рд╛рдЧреНрдЫ !

A wedding card

A Wedding (Part 1/4): The Proposal

(A Wedding is a single essay that I chose to break down into 4 parts because of its length. This is the 1st part of the essay.)

***

“Difficult times have come,” Mom expresses her worry after getting an invitation of the wedding of my neighbour. “Brahmin priests have stopped getting Brahmin girls for their sons. I heard … is bringing a Chhetrini!”

“The line between Brahmins and Chhetris is dissolving,” I say.

“Are you planning to bring a lower caste (non-Upadhyaya Brahmin) girl? Do it if you want. Then don’t see my face again!”

The calmness with which she says this baffles me. Dad says, “You shouldn’t be obstinate. Don’t you need your son.”

“I don’t need anybody who don’t respect my thoughts and rituals. A lower caste girl can’t participate in Pooja and can’t get involved in Shraaddha. I don’t want to be hungry after my death.”

“What will you do if you are hungry while you are still alive?”

I had that question too. Mom does not give a straight answer. She has a notion that she does not agree to quit. And no one can change her.

While my Mom warns me not to be in relationship with a girl of “lower caste” or a foreigner, she actually wants me to fall in love with an “upper” Brahmin girl. “How do we choose who we fall in love with?” I ask, the answer to which my parents do not know.

***

Much later, just as I am writing this essay, I have a revelation, “I can choose someone of a particular caste, religion or nationality to be my girlfriend. I don’t have to randomly fall in love with anyone.”

“How?” You might be asking.

Well, in societies like the one I am in living, there are said and unsaid rules that guide me. I am told repeatedly, even before I understand the dynamics of love, that being in love with a girl out of my caste is bad. Her beauty and character won’t have any effect upon me. I might say she is beautiful but I’ll never have a desire to be with her.

But a beautiful girl of my caste might attract me in no time and without even knowing her enough, I might “fall” in love with her.

A socio-psychological wiring can make me choose the one I have to be in love with.

However, even without such sociological barriers, you can choose who you want to be in a relationship with. You see thousands of beautiful girls everyday but you don’t have to fall for everyone. Neither of the girls may attract you. You have your preferences which determine who is the most suitable for you.

I have not been able to choose to be in a relationship. It’s hard for an introverted guy who questions everything. Even when I am in love with someone, I’ll question myself, “Is this love? Or is it just an infatuation?” millions of times before I accept that I’m in love with her. Then a gazillion times, I’ll ask myself, “Should I tell her? Will she accept me?”

By the time I decide to ask her, she’ll be gone off as someone else’s bride. Even if she does not, I will never have the courage to say, “I love you”–the simplest three letters that carry the biggest weight of a relationship.

Whenever I’ll be in a relationship with a girl of my caste, Mom will be the happiest. No, I’m not saying this. She says it herself. She will not have to worry about match-making which is the most difficult task these days before a wedding.

***

If you’re not in a relationship, your parents will start looking up girls for you. They make contacts with the families of girls who are the “most suitable” for their sons. Often a third person (Lhami/Lami– match-maker) who knows both sides is involved. After a lot of rejections, in many cases, and sometimes after immediate acceptance, wedding ceremony between a girl and a boy is fixed.

This “type” of wedding known as the “Maagi Bihe (arranged marriage)” is still the most prevalent. The most worrisome of all the weddings is “Bhaagi Bihe (running marriage)” because a couple in love runs away from their families to get married. The family does not accept most of the times. There have been many tragedies because of Bhaagi Bihe.

Another type of wedding is getting popular though. It’s the “love cum arranged marriage”. A couple fall in love, parents accept and then the couple gets married. There may be conditions like the ones set by my Mom but some of intercaste weddings have been accepted by parents.

***

By now, you have known that my Mom has some rules that I must follow to choose a suitable girl. She is not alone in this matter. She is a typical Brahmin woman who wants to secure her “life” after death. I don’t blame her for her thoughts. I don’t know if I should blame our culture but I think I must accept that most of the Hindus are worried about the “life after death” and another life than the one they are living.

Hindus believe in the existence of Atman that is unfaltering and indestructible. Atman is the source of consciousness or life. It resides on bodies that are alive. Once someone is dead, the Atman leaves him and goes to the Paramatma, the highest consciousness or Bhagawan.

There is a twist though. Atman is not incorruptible. It also carries desire. The Atman that carries desire to remain in the material world (Earth, Heaven, etc.) falls in an endless cycle of births and deaths. However, the Atman that chooses to be with Paramatma does not have to go to the endless cycle. However, it has to come to the material world whenever Paramatma wants.

Confused? It’s indeed confusing. No lecture on Veds and Geeta can clear up the confusion. No dead has come back to life and said what life after death actually is. Is it absolute darkness? Is it brighter than our world? Do we go to Heaven or Hell after our death? Will someone reward us for the good we have done and punish us for our evils? Nobody knows.

But these have been etched in our minds through scriptures and Gurus and priests. We choose not to deny our scriptures and we don’t question our Gurus. That’s why, “life after death” has become more important than the life we are now living.

And I can’t change my Mom’s mind. She has heard stories of Heaven and Hell. She desires to be in Heaven. One wrong move from her son might be consequential in God denying her the paradise she dreams of. Her daughter-in-law must prepare Pinda, the food of the dead, in an annual ceremony known as Shraaddha after her death. If her daughter-in-law cannot be involved in Shraaddha, she believes she will be hungry in Heaven.

When a Brahman gets married to someone of a lower caste or a foreigner, he/she “falls” from her caste. A Upadhyaya Brahman might turn into Jaisi Brahman, Chhetri or Shudra.

I propose a solution, “If I bring a “lower caste” girl as my bride why not elevate her caste instead? If she takes my Gotra (clan based on Rishis) and my surname, why not my caste? Elevate her, get her involved in rituals, propagate culture. You don’t need to worry about your afterlife.”
My parents look at me with a shock. We all know the society does not work that way. But I just hope it worked like that. Nobody would have to worry about anything then.

***

Meanwhile, my neighbour’s home has just begun buzzing with activity. His brothers, sisters and relatives have come up to help them. His wedding is going to be the one that will be remembered for years to come. Even if we forget, the groom and his bride will not!

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