So after I watched Godard’s Pierrot Le Fou I went for an evening walk with a question in my mind. Why did Marianne call him Pierrot? I left without an answer.
It was getting dark as slowly the fog from the mountains was covering the valley from all the sides. The clouds made a thundering voice at some distance. It was surely going to rain and I still didn't take any umbrella.
The two dogs with me were extremely excited, they rarely worry. Rain or not, they are always up for a walk. I have a habit of calling them not by their names. Funny, they always wag their tails. I guess I call them so because of what their personalities reflect as a dog.
Anyways, Pierrot Le Fou…what a ride! From eccentricity to understanding it, from the society to clashing with it, from love to killing it, from life to getting killed. It was about Pierrot…a single individual and the incidents that occur one after the other in his life.
Criss-cross, criss-cross we climbed down the mountain. My mind was quietly dealing with the same question – why Pierrot? Was it because of his personality, did Marianne know him more than he knew himself? It seems so, in fact, he was aware about it but was reluctant to accept this fact and that’s why he reminded her each time she called him Pierrot that his name is Ferdinand not Pierrot.
Suddenly, as I was busy thinking and talking at the same time, it started drizzling. We decided to go back. The dogs were equally happy to return back as they were earlier.
I started running and so did the dogs, it was raining heavily now. Climbing a mountain is tough. I was short of air soon and I stopped to get some. The dogs also stopped, we were getting wet. Breathe, breathe, I told myself and started walking briskly. And then when the cool fog was all around and my nose felt very icy, the question in my mind escaped. Panting heavily, trying to catch up with the speed of the two dogs, I felt truly in the moment...I was in the present.
As if someone was behind me with a gun, I ran so fast. The dogs were running next to me. It was downhill now and we increased our speed. ‘Thundering typhoons, run, run, run!’
I am sure about one thing, Marianne didn't lie when she called him Pierrot. She was being honest with him. But I don’t blame Pierrot either. After all, he was busy reading and contemplating all the time. Someone’s philosophy ruled him.
|Pierrot is reading.|
|This is what he was reading.|
We reached home, wet. I was smiling. I sat on the chair and looked at the view. The young tree in front, with green leaves, was playing raindrops tune. I listened. Then I felt that I know the answer to the question finally but couldn't put it in words.
Oh! I remember one word though – emotions.