.. there is no dramatic explanation. Chandra just gravitates towards that child.
And.. you see her face.
That is it.
You see that softness. That longing. That almost instinctive pull towards this baby.
And as a mother, fuck, I felt it.
Because I know that feeling now.
I know what it is to look at my daughter and feel this completely ridiculous, overwhelming tenderness. Motherhood has been one of the most mind-blowing experiences of my life. There really isn’t another way I can describe it. Your body made this person. You held this person inside you. And then suddenly this tiny human exists outside you and somehow your entire emotional architecture has changed.
And I was sitting there watching Chandra look at that baby knowing that she may never experience that.
Not because she chose not to.
Because somebody took that possibility from her.
That broke me.
And what I loved is thaat they don’t make her say any of this. She doesn’t need to explain her grief. She doesn’t need a long monologue about wanting to be a mother. She just looks at the child.
And you know.
And suddenly the rose made even more sense to me.
Roses have been used to mean everything. Love, sex, femininity, desire, beauty, blood. But roses also die. That is almost the whole point of a rose. Something can be incredibly beautiful and still be temporary.
But Chandra’s rose doesn’t fade.
And I don’t think Chandra does either.
Not in the sense that she remains unchanged. Of course she doesn’t. She is profoundly changed by everything that happens to her.
But something survives.
After all those assaults , she is still capable of…intimacy…. Love
After all that violence, she is still capable of tenderness.
After having something so fundamental taken from her body, she can still look at a child with that softness.
And perhaps that is what the rose is.
Not innocence.
Not purity.
Just that part of Chandra that nobody managed to take from her.
Her body could be bought. Used. Violated. Cut open. Her uterus could be removed. The world could put a gun in her hand and turn her into someone capable of killing.
But there is still Chandra.
And there is still the rose.
And somehow, after everything, it still hasn’t faded.
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I kept thinking about the rose.
Right from the first frame of Chandra, there is that rose. And she carries it everywhere. Through everything. And somehow the rose never fades.
And I thought about this a lot after the movie.
Because why a rose?
Of course there is the obvious juxtaposition. This incredibly delicate, beautiful thing in this very violent, very masculine world. Guns, blood, sex, bodies, violence and then there is her plastic rose.
But I think there is something more to it.
A rose is beautiful. It is sexual. It is feminine. It is associated with love and desire. But a rose is also incredibly fragile. You pluck it & it starts dying almost immediately.
And here is Chandra.
Her body is repeatedly used. Men have sex with her whether she wants them or not. She is violated, sold, hurt … eventually someone literally takes an organ out of her body without her consent.
Everything about her circumstances should make that rose wither.
But it doesn’t.
And neither does she.
And I don’t want to say the rose represents her innocence or purity because I actually hate that interpretation. Why does a woman have to remain “pure” for something beautiful about her to survive?
Chandra not just survives but she absolutely evolves and thrives
The Chandra who comes out of those doors initially is almost a child herself. There is something incredibly childlike about her…. She looks helplessly in awe once she is freed into the world.
And then slowly She picks up a gun. She kills. She throws herself into this cause that I don’t think she even completely understands initially.
But there is something in her that they don’t manage to take.
Maybe that is the rose.
And then there is the uterus.
God, that scene.
I felt that scene so deeply.
These trafficked women forced into sex work are having their uteruses removed by this criminal doctor. Just like that. As though this organ inside their body is an inconvenience. Something that can simply be taken out because somebody else has decided that it needs to go.
And when Chandra finds him and shoots him, I understood that rage.
When the bullets are over and she is still pulling the trigger. Again and again. She is shaking. She is crying. She is furious.
I was crying with her.
And I know that I would have found that scene horrifying at any point in my life. But I also know that it hit me differently because I am a mother now.
I watched Rocky before motherhood.
And I now watched DC as the mother of a daughter.
That difference matters to me.
Because my relationship with my own body has changed after carrying a child. The uterus is obviously an organ. I know that. But after you have actually carried another human being inside your body, it doesn’t feel quite so abstract anymore.
I know what my body did.
I know what it felt like to have my daughter inside me.
I know what it is to finally hold this little person who was literally inside your body and think, what the fuck just happened to my life?
So when Chandra is shooting that doctor, I didn’t just see a woman angry because somebody removed her uterus.
I saw somebody raging because a choice had been taken away from her.
Maybe she would have wanted children. Maybe she wouldn’t have. Maybe she would have changed her mind ten years later. It doesn’t even matter.
It was hers to decide.
And somebody else decided for her.
And then I thought about the rose again.
Because, biologically, a flower is a reproductive structure.
Maybe I am reading far too much into this. I genuinely don’t know if Arun intended it this way. But once that thought came into my head I couldn’t get rid of it.
Here is this woman carrying a flower everywhere after her own reproductive possibility has been violently taken away from her.
And the flower doesn’t die.
And then comes the baby.
That scene blew me into pieces….
Because…
@nightingale97_ So true….SVK has been the one safeguard against burnout for me many times and listening to these guys broadened my understanding of life in many ways….I sure hope they’ll find a way to navigate differences and come back stronger.
@jeffreyboadi_ Really appreciate your posts . I’m a doc trying to get healthy after a complicated pregnancy and I find your posts on nutrition to be very informative and evidence backed. Thanks from India 🇮🇳
@itzvish07 I’m so sorry you’re going through this! Medicine is still one of those fields that is openly regressive, toxic,soul crushing. It takes everything from us,to give very little in return. I don’t know if you’re practising solo yet.. but it does get better with time + support system
@TheBluePen25 I’ve seen this happen so frequently … saw it in Mangalore too where I did my residency. Except during a medical emergency .. then the need to know doctors caste/ religion or preferring a male doctor all that vanishes
@the_jasonsamuel @CHNsportsguy +1 @the_jasonsamuel also “sapiens” refers to the cognitive revolution (esp developing a flexible language & a shared fiction )& mass cooperation.. not related to meat eating