Sunday, February 12, 2006

Diarios De Motocicleta (Motorcycle Diaries, The)

i had read parts of this book as well...but i guess video is undoubtedly the better way of getting exposed to issues like these...serious...thought provoking...and dont know what what more.

I am sure there are finer details in the book...something that no video can capture.

Frankly speaking hadn't a clue about who Ernesto Guevara de la Serna aka 'Che' Guevara was until K had told me that she was seriously re-considering the thought of marrying the guy (thankfully her husband now) because he hadnt heard about Che until she mentioned to him. I had almost fallen off the chair myself at her insane standards for choosing someone for a life partner. I really had coz by then even i hadnt heard much about him. Although after knowing the little that i know now, i can figure the reasons somewhat.

I ain't any authority either on movies in general or this subject so i wouldn't claim too much knowledge on the same.

But something about the movie...about 'Che' does hit deep within...and affects in a way that no words can express ever.

Even though the movie begins on a adventurous note with the two friends Alberto and Ernesto and a plan to travel 8000 kilometers in four months to explore the Latin American Continent that they knew only by books on their 'La Poderosa' (for the uninitiated a motorcycle which in their own words was "A '39 Norton 500 thats battered and leaks"), it eventually turns out to be a lot more than just an adventure.

what actually makes it so much more is worth pondering over...was it the difficulty that they faced in their travel...was it the warmth of the strangers that they received on the way...was it the sufferings of the people that they encountered while meeting them...was it the uncertainty of their own lives...of even whether they will live through their journey...or was it the reality that hit them hard...to be able to percieve the injustice metted out to natives by the so called powerful people...was it just the few smiles that the kind and sincere deeds of the two friends brought into the lives of the leprosy patients they lived with...or was it the honesty of Fuser...maybe it was just the light hearted humour of Alberto...

but there definitey was something that manages to make you think...and gives rise to that eagerness to do something...to maybe not achieve much...but fill in that something which is bereft of feeling anything unless you contribute your share to the society...the humankind.

like Ernesto Guevara de la Serna himself concludes by saying

"...but that aimless roaming through our enormous America has changed me more than i thought. I...am not myself anymore. At least, i am not the same inside."

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