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If “Million dollar Baby” is just a movie, I wud have watched it back to back… I guess, for me, it doesnt fit in the “Movie”  category. (Even if I wanted to watch it again, The moment was already gone with my be-wilderness, after the movie’s ending).

The movie has lot more than to it.

Life exists, only when we stretch  the rational purpose of any thing.

Evry thing comes to Life , when we do more than ‘just that’.

When I clean my bike more than  “just cleaning” it … I live.

When I relish my food more than “just eating” it.. I live a few more moments.

When I hear a song or see a movie more than “just watching” it… I wud be still alive.

I understand that, Cint Eastwood has just done that. He dint “just make” a movie. He gave it a  ‘Life’ ! I’m quite sure, it lives in the memories and observations of countless people.

Some time back, after watching ‘Invictus’, I thought, Eastwood was a Great director. After “Here after”.. his genre amazed me.

Then “Mystic River” happened  …I still remember wat it has left me with… and  frankly, I still can’t completely  believe tat, Eastwood had made it…”Changeling” left me dumbstruck … with the depth n intensity of the story n the characters.

A person who was a charismatic  actor during his youth, now a  3 time Oscar winning director,Producer,mutilple time Oscar nominee Actor,Composer. I try in vain, connecting the dots of Eastwood,excelling in  most of the crafts.

Now after watching “ Million Dollar Baby” …Huh !

Let me take no more Time or Words, to call him ‘God’.. It might seem to be over exaggerating, but frankly,I  still feel bad,If tat is all ..I cud ever call him, in the sphere of my tangible possibilities. His stories leave me, shattering and some times in tranquility.They puzzle me if, Life is peaceful or Death is scary.I guess, both have thier own proportions.

Being a sports genre … I have had doubts, abt the Movie being distinct, to the others in the same league, but Million Dollar baby outclasses and puts itself in a league of its own.

It is difficult, I must admit… to explain or try to put in Words.. abt wat U feel inside, when U connect Ur self to some thing more than Good .. more than Real…

It wud be foolish, definitely,  trying to search for a message in the movie.. The acts of the characters … trying to draw a line  between them,  to name them Good or Bad.What we interpret might not be thier  argument.

There is always more than to the eye, and that alone,  is the Beauty in Life, if there is any.

A Song is never sung or heard,

A Story is never written or read,

A Movie never directed or watched,

There is no Creator nor an audience for Art, it always exists in the Mind connected to it.

Art is the only Entity that can ever exist in this world.. In our lives, emotions, every deed and… even in death.It is in the trivial and in the Supreme.

U can never share it.. nor own it…

U can never be greedy for it nor Can ever get, enough of it.

In all our endless moments of our lives, We witness Art … We see ourselves through it .. in all its forms, all ‘Our’ forms.

The running race we are all in, is wat we see through Art,  all the shapes we transform into.

Our ethics, morals, happiness, tears… Our reasons , responsibilities, our beliefs , doubts…Every thing is an irreplaceable brick in our souls.

We all do have Million bricks in us and this is One of the Million stories, the Movie shares with me.

P.S : It wud be superfluous to talk abt the performances of Clint EastwoodHilary Swank, and Morgan Freeman.More than the boxing matches in the movie, I enjoyed watching the trio, competing with each other.

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