Saturday, October 07, 2006

Good Will Hunting.

I wanted to watch the movie Good Will Hunting for a long time now. Finally I managed it last weekend. I knew the entire story of the movie, Courtesy – Musafir. He told me the story once and we discussed about it long into the night. It’s a very interesting movie in the sense that it raises certain questions which I personally found very difficult to address.

One of the questions which me and Musafir did discuss was why should one fulfill one’s potential. I know I am a genius, I know I can do a lot of things which others can never attempt but does that mean that I should fulfill my potential ? Does being a genius should place a burden on me to act like one? What if I do not want to do what I am best at? It’s definitely not necessary that I would always enjoy doing what I am good at.

Have met many people in my life who carry the guilt that they have not been doing justice to their potential. They hate every minute of their existence thinking of what a failure they have been in their lives. Among these people there are two types. One is the type for whom the guilt is society induced and another is the type for who the guilt is self induced.

For the first type the problem is still not huge because they can take refuge in the people who would understand them, who know that success and happiness are relative terms. They would feel perfectly at home among their kind of people. The problem is huge for second type of people, they cannot take refuge anywhere, one cannot hide from himself, can he?

For all the people who carry this guilt, I would suggest you to watch this movie. It might not help you find all the answers but it might give you a hint as to what they might be.

5 comments:

~SuCh~ said...

Thanks for the prescription , doc. Really grateful.Need it badly.

Anonymous said...

Personally, the best scene is the NSA interview, where he talks about why he shouldn't work for them. If it were not ironic, it would have been the most hilarious scene in Hollywood history. Maybe I can find a link for you ... wait ...

" Why shouldn't I work for the NSA? That's a tough one. But I'll take a shot. Say I'm working at the NSA, and somebody puts a code on my desk, somethin' no one else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, cus' I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East and once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels are hiding... Fifteen hundred people that I never met, never had no problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Oh, Send in the marines to secure the area" cus' they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number got called, cus' they were off pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southie over there takin' shrapnel in the ass. He comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, cus' he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so that we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the little skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. They're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, of course, maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin' play slalom with the icebergs, it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy's out of work. He can't afford to drive, so he's walking to the fuckin' job interviews, which sucks because the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin' cus' every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure fuck it, while I'm at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected President."

The entire transcript of the movie is here

Anonymous said...

I am not much intrested by the Movie Preview. People like u are exploring personally, which is not required at times. Its my opinion. Just a movie dat's it.

Saira said...

guess i need to watch this one for sure..

Saira said...

Hi ..how are you doing...dint see you around much..whats up?