There was something very intimate and youthful about his cinema that allows his acolytes to see cinema differently from others. It offers us all an attempt to intellectualise discourses even when we have little understanding of the narrative. An opinion is an opinion. It does not matter where it is sourced from. In his provocatory cinematic exploits, Godard was always generous to add an eclectic concoction of allusions, poetry, and wisdom. The events and issues he pondered on decades ago, on second thoughts, are still quite relevant. The way the youth in his cinema appeared to think, is still very similar to how we think about issues at present, or used to think about earlier. How many filmmakers can claim that? This is perhaps the reason why his defiance and insolence make him our poster-boy. The man who proved that even in the make-believe charade of cinematic poetry, you can choose to express and understand your own truth. And it may change every single time you lay your eyes upon it, and that is quite all right. Since that is how reality has been sculpted. Circumstantial, faithless, and distant, but accessible if only you would demand.