An Jo on Pagglait

On ‘Pagglait’ and the existential duty of life surrounded by death…
(Spoilers ahead)

‘Pagglait’, in a crude way, is a North Indian slang and stands for a ‘different’ level of crazy. In a way, it is the equivalent of the English language’s ‘bat-shit’ crazy: Mere ‘crazy’ is not enough to define the wide gap; like the difference between a Ranveer Singh and Mika Singh. It can be inverted and used or misused in any which way one wants. In a colloquial sense, it is used to define or stereotype someone going against the grain. Sanya Malhotra’s Sandhya Giri, then finds herself labeled the same, at least in her subconscious being, when she observes, and inadvertently, forced to see the behavior of distant-relatives/friends/blood-relatives and, well, the ‘other’ woman.

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15 Responses to “An Jo on Pagglait”

  1. Amiit Ransurey Says:

    Thank

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  2. sanjana Says:

    Very detailed review. Has to go through once again. Glad that you liked it and Sanya.

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  3. sanjana Says:

    The son could have nominated his parents for half the amount. He knows their dependence on him.

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    • @Sanjana – the one thing I can think of a mental reason for that – he KNOWS he is not in love with her; he has an affair going on – platonic or sexual the story-teller doesn’t bother to tell – does having a specific tea-flavor imply that he had physical relationship? Because the ex-lover just throws it in the air saying, ‘Aisa kuch bhi nahi hai jo tum soch rahi ho.’

      My inkling is, he was feeling guilty about the fact that he still had feelings for the other woman and hence, he decided to bequeath all his earnings to Sandhya …

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      • That angle is there. Guilt. And how did he die? An accident or suicide? Because he could not lead a compromised life. In that case, his nomination makes sense. Buying some peace with some bequest. And also anger against his parents who did not allow him to marry the person he loved.

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        • Regarding how did he die: Isn’t that the whole point of the film? In the greater scheme of things, how does it matter? The film is about after-the-fact. How folks behave and react later … As far as the film is concerned, I really am not interested in how he died …. it is the aftermath that is up for debate.

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  4. tonymontana Says:

    This is a splendid review. I might have misread it in my first watch. You make me want to give it a revisit.

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  5. Great review AnJo , maza aaya reading it .

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  6. Re-There’s a beautiful scene where her brother-in-law wants to write an obituary in English and she educates him regarding the difference between ‘respected’ and ‘beloved’, and between ‘death’ and ‘demise.’ She finally resigns herself to the fact that she cannot take it any longer and just asks him to leave the note and she would pen it.

    Yeah, that was a great scene …

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    • Also, what I liked about the scene is that there’s no condescending attitude by Sandhya. It is just that she is so over-whelmed by emotions that she doesn’t have clarity or the patience in teaching the guy proper English … Beautifully done.

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  7. there are some other small scenes which felt so true to life :
    1.The Jija trying to impress the divorcee / and her wife sensing it tells him , isska pati issko chod gaya.

    2. The banter between the three women and the barb from the Jija’s wife.

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  8. THE best track in the album … the audio juke-box does justice to it – it requires 10 minutes of absorption…nevertheless, here’s the video

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