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Of Doomed Men!

 


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Trust me, when Biko says, ‘it gets better’, I want to so much believe that it does. But yet again, I have seen doomed men, I have seen men who find themselves in a lot of ‘dirt’, men who are born in shackles and have to struggle so hard to find their way out. Men who, by all means, embrace all that it takes to pull themselves out of the mud but are stuck on slippery paths and uncountable setbacks. Men who are born with the verdict already drawn on them, who are paying for crimes they did not commit. Or yet again, don't even know what crimes they are actually paying for. Men whose only crime was trying to be better at being a man.  Men who are stuck in an unyielding pit of darkness, men made of strong broken hearts. Is this what Lucky Dube meant when he sang his famous song… Born to suffer? Because how can so many bad things happen to one person? But guys, what happened to ‘Nothing beats a man with effort?’

Well, the other day a friend narrates how this movie series 'From Scratch' actually made her cry in a way that she has never cried before. I didn't actually think people still cry because of a movie... or do they? Of this beautiful passionate yet a heart wrenching love story. Based on her narration, I was smitten, curious enough to want to find out for myself...because how can a love story, leave alone that it is in a movie, want to make someone cry in a way that they have never done before. As if they don't know its all fiction. Or was she exaggerating, or is it because she is a lady and you know ladies, right? Thank Heavens for the new free Netflix, I could actually have a touch, to quench my curiosity. And so, I checked it up, not because I wanted to cry - juu how can a whole man cry- but because I was searching for the thrill of it. That's the problem with being a hopeless romantic...Haha!

'From Scratch' is a beautiful love story with two young souls who get to fall crazily in love with each other. The passion turns more deeper, heavier and serious as Zoe and Eugenio start battling all the curve balls that life throws at them throughout their relationship. It's best seen than read in a review guys! So definitely watch it. A spoiler though, Eugenio later is diagnosed with cancer and dies leaving Zoe such a young widow. One thing that is heart wrenching for me is the fact that as much as Eugenio tries to make the best out of his life even after so many sad happenings in his life and defying all the odds, life still finds a way to have a backlash aimed at him. Truth is I didn't watch all the parts with the fear of getting to bawl my eyes out. But so you know, I didn't even shed a tear. I only had a heavy heart, felt way so sad for him...and his fiancee. of how short life is and it's not always a happily ever after.

All this got me thinking, of doomed men. Of men who have had all their lives wishing to have a taste of a good life, of men, who despite all the bad things they get to face, still hold some goodness within them. Of selfless men who still have a soft spot for other people. Of men who would go through all the thin for their families. Of men who would still count on their one good deed that lightens up another life while theirs is sunken in darkness. And when I think of such men, I pray that the universe will be good to them. And may I do one good deed today in honor of those men.

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