Movie Review: Logan (2017) *spoiler alert*


The world’s been buzzing about the movie Logan ever since it was speculated that this would be the last movie Hugh Jackman would be playing the X-Men favorite clawed mutant – Wolverine. The movie released in India on the 3rd of March 2017 and a mutant fanatic like me couldn’t wait to watch it.

The movie is a must watch for every Mutant lover and watching Hugh Jackman play Wolverine can never stop amusing you. He’ll take you back to your teenage years where you’ll be clasping your hands together, biting your nails and murmuring to yourself as he destroys every ‘bad guy’ on his way. It breaks your heart knowing that you will not be seeing him on the big screen playing the iconic mutant again. Also you will be taken aback by an outstanding performance by the kiddo – child artist Dafne Keen and of course Sir Patrick Stewart, the professor and headmaster we wish we had in real life –Charles Xavier aka Professor X. For parental advice the movie has a lot of violence and gore. If you were here just for the review, I’d say stop scrolling further to avoid any spoilers!

The movie starts with a bunch of goons trying to rob what looks like some machine parts (tire maybe) of a luxury limousine. We see a drunk/sleepy head Logan getting off the car and warning the gentlemen to go back and no harm would be caused. But as predicted the buttheads shoot him and continue what they were doing anyway. Struggling to stand up Logan manages to get up and walk towards them and requests them to stop. Things take a different turn and we see wolverine alive killing everyone leaving their corpses lying limbless and headless.

It is here we realize that Logan is a taxi driver in New Mexico and looks rather old, grumpy and is struggling to heal back.

The corpses attract a cyborg – Donald Pierce to track Logan who warns him that someone may come looking for him and it would be kind if he would report to him whenever that happens.

We get introduced to Caliban – a mutant tracker and a mutant himself talking about another mutant going out of control, trying to make contact. We see Logan carry medicines and injection to a deserted hiding wherein an old man supposedly suffering from Alzheimer’s disease was talking to himself. This is none other than our Professor Charles Xavier. With a brain that dangerous and a disease of the mind making him rather volatile and more dangerous than ever. He would get seizures often that would affect everyone around him, making it difficult to move. Charles keeps talking about communicating to some mutants and Logan only shuts him up saying that the world has changed and our kind are very few.

Charles

A Mexican nurse Gabriella with a kid tracks Logan and requests him for help. Realizing that he’s a taxi driver, she even manages to book his cab. Logan agrees after she offers him $ 50k which he needs to take care of Charles and himself. The next day he finds the woman dead in her apartment and the child missing. He takes her phone and goes back to their hiding. Caliban insists that there is someone or something that Logan has got back in his car. They find a bag pack and a ball in the trunk leading their eyes to the kid from that night – Laura. Laura X23Pierce tracks Logan to the hideout and they put up a fight to find Laura and Professor X. The professor insists Logan that he should save the kid and she is special. During the fight we see that Laura had been genetically created using Logan’s gene and is the ‘daughter’ of wolverine. Pierce manages to take Caliban as prisoner while the trio escape him. In Gabriella’s phone they learn more about Laura and other kids like her. She had wanted him to take Laura to a place called Eden from where all the children that escaped from the company run by Dr. Rice where they were genetically created using X-Men and other mutants’ genes, will be crossing the border.

Along their journey to a safe house, they encounter a family whose horses run off the highway. Professor X helps them with his mind control and the family offers them to stay the night for dinner. Post dinner the water supply was shut, so Logan and the man go to the fields to fix the water supply. Meanwhile Pierce sends out his men to capture the girl. They track them by torturing Caliban and send a genetically engineered mutant to kill them. This mutant does not have a conscious of his own and is controlled by the Doctor. He attacks Charles and destroys the entire family. This mutant is an exact replica of Logan himself! While Laura is been carried by him, Logan and the man manage to reach the house. It’s an awe to watch two wolverines fight each other. Though he manages to save the kid, Charles lost his life and Caliban sets himself on fire by bursting the entire truck in flames in an attempt to save Laura.

Wolverine is dying and he is not healing. The kid manages to take him to a doctor after they bury Charles in the woods near a lake. Adamant Logan only keeps yelling at Laura till he sleeps off due to tiredness. Laura drives the vehicle to Eden where she meets all the escaped children. They treat Logan and tell him about their plan of crossing the border. During the night Logan and Laura have a conversation where he explains to her about adamantium in their bodies that is killing him and which eventually after years would kill her too. He shows her a bullet made of adamantium that he holds to remind himself of his weakness. At Dawn when the kids make an escape, Logan wakes up to the sound of militant vehicles. Knowing the kids are in danger he makes his way out to the woods to help the children. He takes an injection that temporarily cures him and makes his way to the woods. After putting a tough fight, he instructs Laura to free the kids and escape while he distracts the enemy.

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Logan kills Dr. Rice, this angers the wolverine lookalike mutant against him and they have a tough fight. Meanwhile Laura frees the kids, killing most of the militants and the children manage to kill Pierce. Logan gets defeated by his lookalike, yells at Laura to take the children and escape. Angered by the lookalike Wolverine, Laura uses the adamantium bullet and shoots his head off, killing him. Teary eyed Laura holds Logan as he says his last words and calls him daddy. The children bury him, as a tearful Laura gives a eulogy and make an escape.

Logan: Nature made me a freak. Man made me a weapon. And God made it last too long.

The movie was heart wrenching and the only thing I did not like in the movie was the death of my two favorite X-Men.  It would have been easier to see Logan dying had they shown him dying gradually though last few movies than suddenly killing him off. Hope you enjoy the movie like I did!

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The nature of all living things is to depend on each other. We’re all interdependent on each other forming a circle, a Chakra, like a wheel and we will keep moving forward only together as one.

When you’re out of place and want something, someone, don’t shy away from approaching because life lives on not when you’re starving but only when you feed. Fight for your survival. Be selfish. Survive.

Go on and feed on each other.

Caged


 

That funny feeling lingered on for days, as if it had been just hours since she last met him. Her mind was occupied only with his reflection. His dark eyes, messy hair and the grip of his strong arms around her. She felt safe. He made her feel safe.

Her heart that was caged behind a prison wall, would not stop trying to break out from it. But the prison walls were so tall and strong, that her heart only grew weary of trying. She was scared to give it all that she had. They told her that prison walls can be climbed over or broken down, if one was determined. But the fear of taking a huge leap and falling hard, only to be crushed into pieces again, kept her from trying harder.

Her soul was lost and wanted to be found. It wished that it be found only by his alone. Her heart could not make a choice between taking the risk and giving it all or carrying more regrets without trying. Day and night her heart and soul would fight. Although both knew deep down that the solution was him, neither of them had much faith in how strong her mind was before she lost her sanity for eternity.

The Optimist vs. The Pessimist


​”Look up”, he said “We will grow for eternity, intertwined together forever.” She wanted to believe him. But all she saw, was the dark edges that shadowed them. Underneath the green cover, it obstructed the light from entering in.

He said “Together we will be safe from the harsh heat and won’t get burned down”. She thought to herself, the shade only took away the light and the warmth. It dimmed the lights and darkened the skies. She was scared that her soul would freeze to death thanks to the cold that surrounded her.

He promised that it would get easier with time. But time was very expensive. One that she couldn’t afford. 

The Link


Disconnected

She blocked him out so that she could fight all her bondage by herself. She made a promise that she will be back soon and he waited patiently awaiting her return. Isolation from the world brought her inner peace. When her soul returned victoriously dancing to the sound of freedom, he was gone. He was away fighting a war against the same demons that she shut him out for.  It was now, her turn to sit cautiously and hope that her soldier returns unharmed.

When the day of his arrival came, she bathed herself in exotic bath, dressed herself in silk clothing and prepared the finest meal. She set the table with clean linen sheet, porcelain crockery, scented candles and a delicate vase with a bunch of red roses. It was time.

At the table, the two sat facing each other and the room was dimly lit by candlelight. Their faces gleamed through the light but as they looked closer into each other their sight blurred further. They were both aware that wars always took a toll on the living. This time, it destroyed their common ground. Their souls were lost and were on a path very different from the other. There was no mutuality and their journey together had reached a diversion.

What of all the mortal longings if one does not need their consort to support through all the good times and the BAD?

Light


sand glass

Just a matter of Time..

His dark eyes stayed fixated on the road as he drove along the countryside. The rustling sound of the leaves, hooting owls and the whispering dark shadows he passed by went mute as he reached the end. When he stopped and stepped out, the atmosphere felt to him like in a state of vacuum. He heard no sound, he felt no air and he saw no light as the suffocation just grew deeper. His head felt pressured as if it would burst into pieces like shattered glass.

No matter how numb his thoughts had become, he had to be quick and do the right thing. He had made sure his wallet had enough cash and an identity card in case he was found to be unconscious somewhere. He had been planning this since long and made no mistake to avoid any questions unanswered. He always was a step ahead and performed every act undoubtedly accurate. Even after making all the right moves, he found himself surrounded in chaos and everything around him always went awry. He knew he cannot blame himself for everything that went down but he could not quite see the light.

He was dying. He wandered too far in search of a cure only to get worse in time. No cure could bring him back to life. He knew how to hide his flaws and use them for his advantage. Yet, he stood there alone all by himself in pain unable to get a grip, breaking every part of his soul. He knew not what was coming for him but knew what he was doing to keep it coming.

He was surviving each night minute by minute, but tonight was different. He lay on the ground on his back and stared at the sky. He saw the light. He slowly understood what it was that led him so far and felt the numbness fading away. His head did not hurt and his heart had stopped pounding. His tightly gripped hands released the empty bottle, rolling it down the slope.

The owls hooted and the trees danced to the wind. The dark shadows came closer and swallowed him to oblivion. He was gone and finally found the peace he had been longing for all his life. The light never dimmed.

It is clear that no man would know what his purpose is or will ever find what he had been searching all his life. Death lead him to the treasury where time held all the secrets and answers to the entire struggle he put up through his life journey. Only he will know if it was it worth all the answers.

Did he do the right thing or did he only surround himself in mayhem?

Daydream


Each step that she took felt to her as if she was walking on thin air. The Ground was so light that her feet almost gave away. She feared falling hard on her face yet managed to keep her head up, taking every step cautiously.

They say a man shows true courage when he faces his worst fears and breaks it. She envied such admiration. She wanted to be like a brave warrior who bursts through the clutches of his enemies after defeating them and is applauded for it.

Her enemies were worldly fixations created by humans. They bred inside of her and put up a strong struggle crushing her every attempt. It was her own existence that she feared the most. Having grown up under the shadows of deceivers, she feared that she had turned into a monster like them.

She believed that she was journeying through Life in Pursuit of Redemption.

In her heinous world full of envy, hatred, vanity, lust, greed and selfishness it was difficult to yield a kind heard. She knew she would be trampled upon with dirt if she came clean. Her heart was pure in her world of pretense. Blinded by the agony of facing her fears, she believed she was pellucid and closed her mind to the reality.

She continued taking each step only wishing for the best. She hoped what she was walking towards was the path to redemption. She knew that she had failed to think for her and see beyond crude lines. Yet she did not mind living in her daydream. A fantasy she was happy that existed to alleviate her blind, deaf and mute frame.

Sayonara


‘Dream. And your Dreams will Come True…’

Everybody has reveries: dreams about the distant future, near future and a thousand other things. The disappointing results of my senior year and the still unnerving mark of JEE shattered many a dream of mine. Yet the hopes of getting admission in my “dream college” were far from getting extinguished. While attending the selection process for minority students, my dream was getting soured with each candidate choosing their college of choice. XIE was a disappointing distant choice as I never wanted to get admission through any quota.

I remember walking out with my parents after my admission to the Xavier Institute of Engineering through minority quota, when reverend Fr. John Rose called out to us and told me not to be disappointed and that I should work hard and make my parents proud for they have sweated out their hard earned money for my education. It has almost been four years since that day but I can’t recall any occasion when my parents showed any disappointment in me.

I had only heard about XIE when a few school friends spoke about some far off engineering college that existed next to St. Michael’s Church in Mahim. Today I spend an average of almost four hours daily, travelling to and fro from college, sometimes physically hurting but always energetic. As tiring as it may be, I’d still say XIE has been one of the best experiences of my life.

Meeting plenty of like-minded individuals and being nurtured by a hardworking and kind staff, I’ve grown from being a first year floundering Junior to being a final year exemplary Senior. Building relationships – be it with students (juniors or seniors), professors or with non-teaching staff – played a huge role in XIE as much as being engrossed in books did. It isn’t important how many of the relationships lasted or got lost but what mattered was how it shaped us to become what we are.

What many colleges fail to understand is the importance of nurturing the growth of students from their own comfort zones without burdening them with excessive stress by pressurizing them to fit pre-fixed moulds. At the same time it is necessary to ensure that students don’t take the Institute for granted. XIE created such an atmosphere for me that I could manage to keep calm and focused on my goals in tune with my abilities without letting lethargy overtake me, thereby bringing the best out of me.

Those long lasting moments of friendship, attending routine lectures to bunking a few, holding serious as well as funny conversations in the canteen, cheering and playing games at the ground, the never ending submissions and viva phase, loud and bright festive events and activities, fun filled picnics, post exam stress to nail biting result days are memories that I will cherish for life.

True, my dream wasn’t fulfilled in terms of getting admission in the college of my choice, but all my dreams came true exponentially in terms of what I wanted to achieve during my college life.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Family


Weekly Photo Challenge: Family

This week’s photo challenge is FAMILY.
Family to some people can either be blood or water or both. To me family is only blood. Not that friends don’t matter to me, but I’ve always distinguished both relations and my priorities are different for both.
This picture shows my uncle and aunt at the front leading our way as we kids follow them in line holding hands. And the rest of the elders were walking behind the kids.
This is a random picture but even then it is so disciplined and shows how every member is protective of their clan and how without the need for instructions everyone seems to abide by certain rules that is imaginary.
Family grows through a bond which can stay strong if we follow certain “rules”and these rules are nothing but a few norms that help us understand each other better and adjust to different individuals. Many may disagree with my view about there existing certain norms but when you think deep, practically it isn’t possible for one human being to adjust to another without following a protocol.

Tangled


Alas! She cried
As her heart twitched in pain.
Thought she could make it
But all they did is break it.

She’s been locked up indoor
For a thousand days.
Been talking to angels
Counting the stars
Hoping one day she will be saved.

She lay on bed
Dreaming of a future she awaits
A knock on door would set her free.
Folding her arms round herself
Not one of them to give up is she?

Today is the day when she lets herself loose.
Fly high without pain.
A window of light is all she begged.
She flew away gathering orchids
To decorate them graves, to lay them in peace.
Praying in future there exists no monsters
That steal away the glint from her eyes.

Virtue


Life in Mumbai is not easy they say. She never agreed to them. Here is why she feels the opposite.

               Walking through the city streets every day from morning to night, she was accustomed to be thrown out of places, spit on by strangers and heard abuses when she went close to them. It did not matter to her how ill-mannered people were. She considered it a part of the life she was living. Her life purpose was to reach out her hand and earn. To her, hard work meant putting up with the forces of the human race that pushed her down and stand strong without letting her determination to live, die within her. She did not have to worry about shelter, as the almighty would look after that necessity of hers. She wanted to feed and protect herself and the little one she dragged with her everywhere she went.

She found happiness in watching the stars at night, feeling the heat of the sun on her palms, watching people smile and munching fresh food. Her hunger to live nurtured her to be unspoilt and humble. She only took what she needed and gave all that she had in serving the ones who looked up to her. When she watched young girls pass by with books and school bags, she would sit on the road and use a small piece of white cement block to write letters and read them loud. She loved the attention she got from different people who appreciated her with some food and goodies. She would impress them with her dance moves and her sweet voice. Her sister banged an old steel plate with hands to make music. Very few paid attention to her happiness. Not many knew what this young child goes through every day.

She is considered a dirt, that filths the nation. Yet she loved her country and her people. She would sell tiny flags on Independence Day and pin one onto her half-torn clothes. She would peep through the holes of a school compound and watch the flag hoisting. She knew the anthem and proudly sang it with pride. Her own people never accepted her yet she loved them so much.

Why did it not bother her that nobody cared when she fell ill and threw her to the dogs when she came for water? What is that about the city that still kept her to her feet?

               It has only been 6 years since she has been in this world and yet she has a wisdom that even a learned cannot have. It is simple she says. If every time in life you are only going to see the dark, you will always remain in the dark. When a candle is lit in a dark room, no matter how small the flame is, it brightens every corner of the room. That is why she does not cry over all the times people have trampled over her. She instead remembers all those who came to her rescue during her desperation.

As she walked pass a few cars, begging for coins, one shiny car opened their door and gave her a plastic bag filled with some new clothes. It was Diwali, a time for new clothes to flaunt. She grabbed the bag and ran across the road and took out each item one after the other and examined them. She was choosy and found one that she liked the most. She kept back rest of the clothes, handed the bag to one of the elders and said, “Tai ye hum kal subah meri baaki saheliyon ko baatengey. Kripyiya isse surakshit jagah pey rakhna.” (Translation: “Sister, please keep this bag safe with you. Tomorrow morning we shall distribute these clothes to my friends.”)

If only we can learn something from her. She might look poverty-stricken. Yet her heart is richer than ours is.