Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Kinaare milte nahi...

 Just the other day, was wondering how to name a realtionship, a cherished one. Was on my way home, and I crossed a river.
A river. Starts off slow. Moulds and takes shape gradually. And as it passes on to meet its destiny, faces many turbulent times. But still comes back unscathed. Wiser. And then it meets the inevitable destiny of union with the ocean. Seems so divine. Does it not?
But beneath all this is the fate of the two banks which gets sealed in the process.
Yes. A relationship is like those two banks of the river. किनारा |
Those two banks who had started with numerous dreams in the eyes. Dreams of the destined ocean. But soon do they realise that they are like those two people who, although stay side by side the whole way, although face all eventualities of the journey of life can never meet. Can never be together. Like two friends who have always been very close that they share each others' dreams, each others' lives, but they can never meet their destiny together. And they have to witness this painful reality, staying close but staying apart. Sad. Do you not think so?
Just penning down the few words that come to my mind now...

हमने कभी की थी दोस्ती दीवानों की तरह,
दो कदम चले तो एहसास हुआ
किनारे मिलते नहीं |

Friday, September 11, 2009

Heartfelt pain

I am trying my best to find a way to climb the trough I have fallen into, and I believe I have been successful at that. Watching classics have definitely been a part of the ladder I am using. Recently saw one of the gems of Indian Cinema:  Aandhi
Oh, what a story! And not just that, the direction, dialogues, lyrics and music by Gulzar and RD have managed to stir the depths of the hearts of any generation. The pain of separation. The pain of meeting an estranged loved one after a long time. The memories that swarm the mind and the eyes get filled with tears. Tears waiting to show up but stopped by the barrier of ego. Heartfelt. Painful. 
And this has been made immortal by the brilliant performances by Sanjeev Kumar and Suchitra Sen. The cracks in the voice, the silent eyes screaming of the pain, the pain two people yerning to feel for ages. I was moved by the scene where the protagonists meet after a long and suffocating gap of nine years. Here goes:
Sanjeev Kumar (SK), Suchitra Sen (SS).

SS: बिलकुल वैसे ही हो, जरा भी नहीं बदले
SK: जरा कमज़ोर हो गया हु
SS: नहीं, कमज़ोर तो नहीं हो, तुम तो कभी कमज़ोर नहीं थे, सिर्फ दुबले हो गए हो कुछ
SK: दुबला? हीही, बुड्ढा हो गया हु, सफेदी आ गयी है बालों में
SS: बहुत अच्छा लगता होगा तुमें, तुम  तो उन दिनों में भी झूट मूठ सफेदी लगा लिया करते थे
SK: तुमें याद है सब?
SS: तुम भी तो नहीं भूले, आज कमरे में सुराही देखके ख्याल आया, लेकिन ये नहीं सोचा की तुम भी यहाँ पर हो..बिंदा आ गया तो...अन्दर आने के लिए नहीं कहोगे ?

Just amazing what magic words can weave.