Skip to main content

Sanjay Dutt - Munnabhai or Khalnayak?

Who would forget the macho man playing Munnabhai twice and winning hearts allover the nation. The brilliance of the actor is reflected in his ever inspiring performances nevertheless he turned 48 on 29th of July, 07. The birthday would have not been a magnanimous party rather a dull and pensive moment for the man himself besides his kith and kin. With the decision pending for his trial indicted for amassing assault weapons and found suspicious in the 93 Mumbai blasts, the actor if found guilty would have been booked under the Arms act and undergo 5-10 years of RI. Finally, on the last day of July, 07 the judgement headed by Justice Kode found Sanjay Dutt guilty and sentenced him to spend 6 years behind bars.

Moreover, the film fraternity is shocked by the news alongside his huge fan following. Prima facie, the fate of the filmstar is in jeopardy. He might have won heart of millions with his "Jaadu ki jhappi", but the justice had different views althroughout. The man who at one time had been an inveterate druggist has metamorphosed himself after spending 16 months in gaol. I have deep respect for our judiciary but what makes me perplexed is that perpetrators like Abdul Gelani who were involved in the treacherous plots to attack the parliament have been reprieved. Is that not a travesty of justice? Whether the plea made in Supreme Court against the judgement would be considered justifiable or repudiated will only be conspicuous in the coming weeks, but the motive of punishment to deter recidivism and bring about moral correction was taken into account? If yes, then Jr. Dutt has already dealt with destiny and the man has shown signs of improvement. Its now only an individual perception to decide whether the superstar could have been imposed with less strident punishment to account for his offence. But only through a figment of an imagination if either Sanjay Dutt is reprieved by the Supreme Court or the tenure of custody is reduced following his recent behavior, the climax would supercede that of any national megahit and the macho would be resurrected to his rejuvenated best.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

In search of Happiness!

Vyolet was one of the tiniest and innocent rats living in the jungles of Tabrris. Tabrris was a remote land inhabited by tiny creatures and they would all live in peace and harmony. It was a small jungle where all the animals, birds and insects cohabitated and shared their bliss and misery. Vyolet as a kid never went to school and was a joyous and funny looking animal who always wanted to live a nonchalant life, unconcerned about fame and prosperity. Vyolet would happily live upon the blueberries and the walnuts dismantled from the trees by the violent winds coming from the west. He, like all other animals living in Tabrris would never succumb to the desires of luxury and popularity and was jubilantly performing his jester acts and earning love and respect from the forest animals. Adjoining the jungles of Tabrris was the jungle of Tethis. The animals of Tabrris believed that the land of Tethis was jinxed and the residing creatures imbued immense arrogance, snobbism and did not share an...

The closest octagon

This entry is dedicated (sounds mourning, isn’t it); or rather written to honor my closest and dearest chums at Infy. Don’t exactly know where to begin from. But I would like to reincarnate the memories of Hyderabad. Remember the day when we got news of our postings after an extended training at Infosys Mysore. The fairytale starts with a bus ride from Mysore to Hyderabad. A fleet of approx 80 Finaclites, all filled with joy of clearing their compre’s; stepping into their professional careers. I was completely ignorant that a tenth of them would glue together so amazingly that their lives would be entwined in a manner that the threads would always mingle with the present; wherever future takes them and whatever the past impinges upon. The stay at the Woodbridge hotel culminated in moving into our new apartment. Three new folks from different regions, best buddies from college days. I was completely new to their company and not being a hosteller my entire life, brought in varying perspe...

Relativity!

This comes from the heart of India – Purani Delhi . Rajvir grew up amidst the hustle-bustle of the screeching Chandni Chowk , undoubtedly the most chaotic part of north India. Being the only son of the eldest brother amongst his father’s siblings, responsibilities and abiding by them had been an inherited trait for Rajvir. Rajvir’s life had been all about books, household chores and a seldom game of cricket in the inaccessible galis of Ballimaran . Rajvir’s father accumulated money for his only son to ensure he received the best education and a satisfying career. Rajvir went to an international school where his classmates would be offspring of the wealthiest and most influential personalities of Delhi and NCR. He always saw them happy, carefree and ignorant about the problems that existed in a poor man’s household. His family could barely pull out his tuition and he was proud of the sacrifices that his parents did for him. Wherein he saw his schoolmates being driven to school...