When it comes to movies, the ones which have the issue of capital punishment spread across its whole theme impresses me the most. The movies like Tom Hanks’ “Green Mile”, Sharon Stones’ “The Last Dance” and Sean Penn’s “Dead Man Walking” are just a few films that I can recall from this group. What makes this group so special is the dilemma faced by the executioner which is the state and the convict when both face the question of life and death together. In most of these movies the fate of the convict may be totally sealed because of the nature of the crime that he may have committed, but till the last moment in these movies the fight for the convict’s life is maintained thus making the whole affair thrilling enough.
Whenever I watch such movies I try to imagine how I would be spending my days if I were to be sentenced for capital punishment. The element of introvertedness in me would compel me to seek joy in those narrow confines of the prison. I would always dare to imagine what I would be doing to spend such limited expanse of time permitted to me.
May be my imagination is an over-estimation of my ability to withstand loneliness. I may turn into utter madness while serving in the isolation of the prison. I could turn out to be a feeble creature inside the trap set in by my fate and thus could get lost in the whole expanse of time and space.
Why would I want to take upon such a fate, I don’t know. I could be the temptation of isolation and freedom of mind. It could be a sort of happiness about the certainty of future bestowed by the certainty of impending death.
Hardly can I get the lust of death out of my mind and hardly do I hope that I would have an untimely death. The more I fall in love with my death the more confident I get that I would die only in my oldage.
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