Tuesday 17 February 2009

Lost Horizon, 1937 [* * * * *]

This Frank Capra movie is a story of Shangri-La, that utopia where people heal and never age. This british foreign secretary crashs in the himalayas with a few people and doesn't want to leave the world of pure goodness he sees there, a utopia where 'Be Kind' is the only law.

The creator of shangri-la in the movie preserves in their valley all the art and books, 'the fragrance of history', so that 'when the strong have devoured the strong, and a new world stirring ... the meek will inherit the earth'.

The hero goes through some exciting trials before he realises that this dream is for real. I loved it.:) It's such an analogy of how we take Life for granted and lose our utopian vision from a lack of faith. The rest of our lives is a struggle to regain our earliest childhood dreams and capacities.

Most of us dream of a shangri-la of our own - where there's no suffering, no greed or mean, petty games and consequently, no stress and therefore, no aging. Where matter follows mind.

New Agers especially have hoped that moving into the Age of Aquarius (supposed to be from 2020 or a decade before) will begin the change. Some try to create it in relationships, others hope for politics to bring it in ... but we're all hoping for some distant memory of perfection.

I must add though that Shangrila seemed too namby-pamby and without bite. We may lack a positive model for comparison, but it might be like ending up in a Sri Sri Shri ashram or Auroville ... well, you know what I mean, horrors!;) Anyway, the hero fears it too, and later regrets the cynicism.

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