A terminally ill individual can resort to doing quite a few things. Some could be trivial, some reaching the boundaries of queer absurdity! Ananda Kar is absurd in his way of accomplishing his dream. His physical and non-physical belongings include a queen-size BMW, a therapeutic, supposedly healing institute and his endless enthusiasm towards finding potential patients all across his locale if that requires to get-crash into his to-be subjects’ privacy!
Meghna lands up in his list in this fashion. Her decision to see the last dawn of her life gets oxygen from this individual so much so that she starts believing what she has not seen much of, not to mention it’s unheard existence. Constructing a life to roll on requires fuel in terms of livelihood which bears two aspects – personal and professional. Since none of those are indispensable, it is evident that a near-perfect balance is the key towards peace and solace. A sensible loss in either of the two or both, may force an individual to resort to weird activities – the ultimate being self – killing. None of us as individuals have a control or consent in our right to see our first daylight; but to experience the last, well, we might have a decision on our own. History has it in its pride possession a galaxy of names – people from famous to infamous! The experience that Meghna has to undergo forces to question her own cerebral being. Each one of her surrounding are much more worse off than herself! Each one of us as an existential being are far more gifted than our near and far neighbors. Bidding adieu just for the sake of petty failed promises, ridiculous over-confidence and a false urge to prove oneself larger than what we candidly are – is not justifiable to the larger life.
The world promises a lot of pomp and grandeur in the form of nature and it’s corresponding flora and fauna. The sheer range of adventure in living a life king-size does take a Spartan heart to come out and conquer. Death from the closest proximity in the form of a crash course could compel one to be a convert. Convert towards anti-death. Realization that cowardly it is to embrace death like an escapist is and cannot be the perfect icing on the cake of struggle for existence. Time and space teach us to embrace life in all its entirety bereft of a sinking sub-conscious self. Meghna, through her grit and determination overcomes to seek solitude in life. Solitude in the form of an extremely casual yet braveheart in Ananda. Hemlock is a continuity of befuddling amazement, a humorous mimicry towards escapism and a cloud capped star in the sojourn of life’s dichotomy.
Hail you Hemlock. Hail you!