Have you ever thought of a condition in which one knows the fact that he or she is dying? What if the feeling of love hits them at the last moments of their life?
That condition is exactly picturised here, in this movie by Karan Johar. I won’t like to give a review of this movie, but I would like to agree the fact that somehow my view about life changed after watching this one.
I am a person who have nothing nice to remember about my childhood days. I was a mugger and my schoolmates called me bookworm.”Single” child of parents, best friend was loneliness. I don’t remember a single lesson which my mother taught me, because from my KG classes onwards, I used to study my lessons alone. Time passed. I read a lot of books and created a world of mine. I built a large wall around my world so that no one could peep into my world. In that world, I planted trees and I watched the four seasons passing by. My academic percentages went on increasing because I thought that books and studies are the only interesting things in this world. I used to think a lot about a variety of topics because thinking was my only passion after my books.
I watched this movie when I was studying in my higher secondary classes. I used to get tensed as my studies were not so easy going because of a change in the syllabus and teaching pattern. At times, I became miserable and fell into dark zones of discomfort and dissatisfaction. I had no friends of mine except my self and my Lord. I remember,it was at that time I realized the importance of having at least one friend in life.
I was not interested in television or movies(even now also I’m not so interested). One day my hostel mates made me sit with them and watch this movie. And I still remember, this was the only movie which made me cry.
That time, I was not able to understand the concept of love. But when I started my college life and got new friends, I started experiencing life and when I watched that movie again, I think it was one year back, I could enjoy the essence of that movie. I feel that 20 years maturity is enough to understand these complicated concepts.
Now when I’m thinking about the years which passed by, I understand that 6-7 years is somewhat a great flow of time. One can change a lot within this span of time. I experienced what friendship is, I understood what the world means by the word “love”, I practiced sympathy, which sometimes changed to empathy. I stopped watching the statistics of my IQ and started contributing more towards EQ and eventually completed my first level tests for SQ. Yes. Zindagi har ghadi badal rahi hai.. 🙂
I understood the significance of present tense and started living in that. I laughed at my past and learned to smile at the future. Today is the time to live. Today..See one more beautiful sight today..Wish for one more reward today..Wipe one more tear today.. Live one more life today..Because..Who knows..Tomorrow may come, or not
Aaj..Aaj ek hasin aur dekh lo..Aaj ek dua aur mang lo..Aaj ek aansu aur pee lo..Aaj ek zindagi aur jee lo..Kya patah..Kal ho naa ho..
And here comes the most beautiful quote from the heart of a lover..and my most favorite dialogue :
“Mein aankhe band karta hun to tumhe dekhta hun
aankhe kholta hun to tumhe dekhna chahta hun
tum paas nahi hoti to tumhe charon taraf mehsoos karta hun
har pal har ghadi har waqt mere naina meri naina ko doondte hain
ise pyar kaho paagalpan ya mere dil ki dhadkan
mere liye ek hi baat hai..
Pyar to bahut log karte hain
lekin mere jaisa pyar koi nahi kar sakta
kyonki kisi ke paas tum jo nahi ho..
Mein tumhe bhool nahi sakta naina
mein tumhe bhoolna hi nahi chahta
tum meri ho,
Mein tumhe zindagi bhar pyar karunga
marte dam tak pyar karunga aur uske baad bhi…”
Love is not a condition of always being together. It is just being apart and still wishing for the good of the other. It is just loving more even after getting hurt. It is not madness, but the most normal thing. It is not immature, but the most mature thing. It is not materialistic, but divine. It is not selfishness, but the utmost selflessness. And what happens between normal humans is the other case and that may be the reason why I hate participating in discussions about love.
