Sameera Vasudeva

"Turn! Turn! Turn! To everything - turn, turn, turn There is a season - turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep..." The Byrds In the ever flailing arms of humanity's disquiet and despair, comes a movie which tells you that life is perilously fragile, vacuously monotonous, yet sacred and to be cherished. It tells of tragedy, which can strike whimsically, shattering & devastating in its wake, relentlessly agnostic about all it devours, but also how it eventually recedes and settles. It castes the ominous shadow of grief , crippling, encompassing & constricting life, but also tells of how it will eventually crack to reveal a sliver of light and hope. It soulfully depicts the bitter season of darkness but also follows it with those where flowers bloom in umimaginable colours, hues and fragrances. But more than anything it celebrates love, not romance nor ardour but the one that devotes, worships, prays, beseeches, meditates, heals, contemplates and seeks penance to fight tragedy and unfairness. Go see Shoojit Sarcars and Juhi Chaturvedi's 'October' for its lyrical qualiity, visual beauty, quiet prayer and the beauty of the falling Shiulis.