And I’m glad we watched The Last Samurai towards the end. A semi-tragic beginning in the sense of the emotion, and a tragic, but unsure end, the hope for a new beginning. I must admit, I personally do not enjoy war or fight sequences a lot, specially the gory types.
But then this wasn’t a war or a battle for power, nor for money or sex or any other material wealth. As cliche as it might sound, the war was between a way of life and another way of life.
I’m not going to indulge in my arguments in favor of or against either of the two ways of life. But all I’m going to say is that this movie made me wonder if I’ve fought enough before giving up?
I wonder if I need some Algren San or some Katsumoto San in my life to tell me what another way of life could be and how not to give up.
Call me dreamy if you would, but there have literally been innumerable days when I have dreamt of being of the warrior race. Sometimes, in the deepest of depressive episodes, I like to think of myself as a warrior. Scarred, defeated multiple times, but capable of giving life a shot worth it in so many different ways.
I never knew myself to be a fighter, till I faced a series of family and personal crises back to back. And then one day I woke up and realized that I wanted it to end. That I wanted a NORMAL life. I still sometimes like to think that way.
But that was also the day when I realized that survivors who have survived not by lying low but fighting it through, usually fight long wars. AND, they don’t become normal 🙂
That said, the least I can say is, that the movie was motivational, inspiring and came across at the right time for me to feel my inner strength awakening again.
© Anupama Garg