Movies — a medium through which the most captivating visuals come to life on the screen. Who hasn’t enjoyed or watched a movie in this time and age we live in?A few decades ago, television was a luxury — something only the upper-middle class and the wealthy could afford. I didn’t grow up watching many movies, but as time went on, almost every household had one, depending on their means and capacity. Still, in all my teenage and adult years, I never imagined that a movie could leave such a lasting mark on my mind, one that would make me think beyond the boundaries of reality itself.
‘Kantara’ — a film born in the very state I grew up in. India is a land of countless languages, so it’s no surprise that we can’t always understand them all. But this movie went beyond language. It spoke to something deeper , to emotion, to faith, to spirit.
Like most Indian films released in the U.S. for a short time, I rushed to book my tickets. Social media, as always, did its part by hyping every tiny detail and turning excitement into extravagance. The film was being praised everywhere, and the glowing reviews only heightened my anticipation. But did I love the movie? Did I truly enjoy it? For me, it was more than a story unfolding on a screen, it was an experience.
I found myself immersed in a world of mythology, culture, and timeless traditions everything India is so proudly known for. What followed was a kind of spiritual awakening. I still can’t explain exactly what I felt or why, but something within me shifted. It was powerful, emotional in a way that lingered long after the credits rolled.
We live in a world filled with turmoil — news channels flashing images of war, death, and hunger; nations clashing over borders; natural disasters and endless crises unfolding one after another. And yet, in the middle of all that noise came this film, a rare experience that reminded me of something eternal: truth prevails, and evil eventually meets its end. I’ve always considered myself spiritual rather than religious, but watching Kantara stirred a deep sense of belonging, a pride in the vast web of traditions, beliefs, and practices that shape who we are.
Movies can make us fall in love, cry, laugh, fear, or rage, they awaken every emotion within us. But this movie did something more. It restored faith, in humanity, in goodness, in the divine force that goes by infinite names and is worshipped in infinite ways. I felt overwhelmed by the sheer power and presence of our Creator — the one who gives life and can also take it away.
Watching Kantara felt like receiving a message: to do what’s right, to stand tall, to walk the path of righteousness. I’m no saint and never will be perfect, but I came away believing that we can always change, always find our way back.
I walked out of the theater feeling deeply grateful and divinely inspired. It wasn’t just a movie — it was a moment of connection with something far greater than me. It felt like coming closer to God; whether you imagine Him or Her, and that feeling was pure joy. Today, more than ever, I take pride in being born in a land so deeply rooted in its values, its respect, and its ancient wisdom. What a gift it is simply to be human, here and now.
I end this reflection with gratitude and a simple hope, that I can raise my daughter with the same wisdom, love, and reverence that our ancestors passed down to us. No matter what you believe or who you pray to, ‘have faith’. That’s where all light begins.
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