I was 7 years old when one of the greatest films of Indian cinema was made, in 1975, launching Amitabh Bachchan and Amjad Khan, along side the then already seasoned actors Dharmendra and his now wife of many years Hema Malini. The story is neither fiction nor true, but an adaptation of life in Middle India, Madhya Pradesh, as people crisscrossed between the subcontinent’s north and south. The ancient mountains, Vindhyas, older than the Himalayas, were the refuge of the outlaws.
It is interesting that the story line is now the embers of geopolitics.
Veeru, Jaidev, Radha, Thakur and Gabbar Singh in Ramgarh is the cast of characters which can be projected – to epic proportions in Middle Earth, by the mountains of Golan Heights and Jerusalem, bordering Israel and Syria – as David Cameron, Barack Obama, Angela Merkel, Benjamin Netanyahu, and Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.
Netanyahu, the former cop with his limbs cut-off by Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, enlists the help of petty criminals David Cameron and Barack Obama on parole. Barack, the bosom mate of David, always wants to take the risks, putting his life on the line to accomplish the task Netanyahu had given them. The quid pro quo is escape from parole for the two thiefs who had saved the cop’s life sometime ago.
Now it is time for David and Barack to save Angela held hostage by Mahmoud for Netanyahu to get his revenge.
The consequences are clear: because Barack’s coin, of his own deceptive and sacrificially protective volition to forever guard his buddy David, is the same, heads or tails. Barack dies, by gun and hand grenade wounds by a wooden bridge, David gets Angela, and Mahmoud is killed by Netanyahu, stomped on his arms, in likewise revenge for having tormented him, for destroying his family and for suspending Ramgarh in fear for many years.
Only then are the embers extinguished.