The embers of remembrance burn bright. And the remnants of completeness echo in the collective consciousness of a vast multitude. Sholay is a historic mystery. For its charisma continues to grow unabated.
Hey guys, flashback to a sultry village somewhere in the middle of India. The rusticity is a full-blown Lily flower. Life is merry, hale and hearty like a Dolphin dancing on the sea waves. Yet, unhappiness creeps unobtrusively when the Dacoits trespass into their serene life.
The Gaon ka Thakur hires a couple of maverick sharpshooters to bring an end to the dreaded Gabbar Singh. And so Jai and Veeru enter the dark ravines of Rampur to go for the kill. They had other ideas, but a couple of (Starklingly opposite) village belles catch their fancy and then the transition from bad to good is as predictable as the imminent defeat of present Indian team batting second.
It is irrelevant to say that poetic justice is the order of the day. It is a Hindi Commercial movie after all. Yet, what is strikingly noticeable is the fact that the packaging of this glorious entertainer is simply out-of-this-world.
The comedy, the music, the lean-n-mean dialogues that have been etched forever, the technical wizardry (A rare thing for a movie in mid-70s) and then the characterisation of Gabbar Singh. The menacing Dacoit who commands respect for the amount of villainy he displays rather simply. And last but not the least, the superhit script writer jodi of Salim-Javed. They breathed a spirit in this flick which continues to chug on even after oh-so-several years.
Sholay<i/> is not merely a movie. It is an institute in itself. And do have to say that it shall forever remain a touchstone of Success in Bollywood.
Hey guys, can you feel the heat. And yeah, Divya, it still enjoys a massive viewership each time it is shown on cable. The embers refuse to die down. Go watch it! And bath in the hungry Fire.