There’s no harm if you pick up an enticing story and tell it your way, but Kashyap goes a bit too far, crosses all limits and tends to get abstract once again. And that’s the reason for DEV D’s downfall.

In ‘Dev D’, Anurag Kashyap and Abhay Deol dust him off and resurrect him, making of him just another guy who goes at romance with all the arrogance and prickliness and insecurities of a young man. Recognise yourself in him? Dev’s (Abhay) childhood sweetheart Paro (Mahi Gill) has all of these qualities, tempered by the essential female-ness of her. When, in a fit of jealous pique, he throws her off, she doesn’t beg or grovel: she turns her back on him, too. Recognise yourself in her?

Not one to take on responsibilities for his acts, Dev digs deep into drugs and alcohol for salvation. He stays away from home, but his finances still come from a doting father.

In this virtuoso re-working of the Devdas story, there’s none of the obfuscatory self-indulgence that marred Kashyap’s last outing, ‘No Smoking’. The cast is perfect for their parts. Debutante Mahi Gill is no Bollywoodized phoolkari-dupatta-wearing ingénue:

she dresses, moves and behaves like a feisty girl who’s been born and brought up in sugarcane country in rural Punjab. The other first-timer, Kalki, is astonishingly apt too: her journey from a traumatized schoolgirl (based on the MMS scandal emanating from one of Delhi’s top schools a few years ago) to a role-playing, phone sex-worker Chanda, is riveting. The first is raw and sensuous, the other raises the lust-meter as high as any red-blooded male can handle, but both are heart-stoppingly, blatantly alive, needy, looking-for-love-with-sex-as-a-by-product real girl-women.

Amit Trivedi’s music sounds good to the ears. ‘Emosanal Attyachaar’ is already popular, besides a couple of other songs ['Nayan Tarse' and 'Pardesi']. But there’re too many songs in the narrative. Rajeev Ravi’s cinematography captures the rustic look of North India well.