Dil Se....Satrangi Re

Dil Se, a movie by Mani Ratnam wherein not many people understood the hidden meaning behind it. Shot against the panoramic background of Ladakh, a film that tells the story of a chance meeting that grows into all consuming love. It's a clash between love and ideology. It's a film about real people, about you and me.

According to ancient Arabic literature, love is classified into seven different shades which is what Dil se is all about. Lets journey through these seven shades of love which is true even in this time of the world. The song "Satrangi Re"exactly describes the seven shades of love.

First Shade of love

HUB . . .

Eyes meet, its like a touch....
A spark....

................................. Attraction






Second Shade of Love

UNS. . .

The touch of the eyes
was as if it was

........................Infatuation







Third Shade of Love

ISHQ . . .

The flame of her body is felt,
his breath starts igniting,

.................................. Love






Fourth Shade of Love

AQUIDAT. . .

She touches him like a whisper,
as if silence is mixed in her eyes,
he prays a little conciously,
a little unconciously

................................... Reverence






Fifth Shade of Love

IBADAAT. . .

He is entangled on her path,
entangled in her arms,
love now turns to...
..................................Worship







Sixth Shade of Love

JUNOON. . .

Living is an obsession...
dying is an obsession...
apart from this there is no peace
.....................................Obsession






Seventh Shade of love


MAUT. . .

Let him rest
in the lap of death,
let him drown his body
in her soul
........................ Death





Link : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ZOhJGJdPtc

Who Am I ???

There was a time when I was a child full of fun and frolic, when the word tension just meant being getting scolded by parents when clothes were dirty, when I could be anybody I wanted to be while playing games, be it a doctor, an engineer, a lawyer or an actor, and last but not the least when I was free to do anything I'd like to or speak anything whatever is on my mind and that was the time when I learnt imagining. There were no restrictions to my imaginations, nothing bothered me while I was engrossed thinking, nothing stopped my free flow of words inside my grey matter, I used to journey the whole world in just 1 second and I could imagine myself being with my superhero Rambo and I could live my dreams in my imaginations as well. loved it. My teachers back in school called me a day dreamer because I used to keep looking outside the window and think and think and think while the teacher was explaining the parts of a plant. But don't be mistaken by the word "think" here. Unikely, my thought process was very simple and lucid, it was as clear as the water flowing in a stream and as simple as 2+2=4. Most importantly all these thoughts and imaginations were not restricted by the people around me and I had the full liberty to speak or say or convey anything to anybody that I wanted to without bothering much whose interested and whose not...it simply didn't matter to me at all. All I wanted was to articulate whatever was on my mind.

But unfortunately, as I grew up, I saw things changing around me and within me. I started thinking more, and more deeply. The entire thought process was as if there is some conspiracy going on among the words inside my mind. My thoughts were too diverse now. They started contradicting each other. They started getting manipulated by others. And I started to contemplate more. Sometimes I wonder, my imaginations struggle with my peripheral brain to break the wall and come out and burst into molecules so that they can breathe....Strange ain't it !!

When the first time we meet a new person, we build up so many thoughts and start creating a different persona in our imaginations. We start relating ourselves to them and judge them. We start practizing how to talk to them and what to talk to them. Is this all required at all ? Why is the third person deciding how I shall act in front of them. Thats a complete crap. This did not happen when I was small...not at all. Each person we meet is different from the other but am I the same for all of them ? I guess the answer is NO. Each person has a different perspective about me. But why is it so. I am just one entity and I am the same. But yet again, when I ponder over these thoughts, I realize I am different, different for every person. All this confuses me. Because I am not able to figure out who I am !! Who is my real self. It has become so difficult in this world to be the same for everyone. Every person moulds you the way he/she wants you to be and I end up searching for my real self. Somehow I dislike this feeling of restricting myself . My free flow of imagination gets interrupted and therby I lose the connection between my mind and my heart. And then again I think, think about what to talk to whom....it's not so simple as it sounds. And here I remember, Marilyn Monroe once said "The truth is I've never fooled anyone. I've let people fool themselves. They didn't bother to find out who and what I was. Instead they would invent a new character for me. I wouldn't argue with them. They were obviously loving someone I wasn't. When they found out, they would blame me for disillusioning them and fooling them." So true !!!

This is a rather complicated process of re-inventing yourself once you are mistaken for what you are not and vice-versa.

Is it enough to not expect ??

Aah.....it's been a long long time since I jotted down anything here......
Once again I sit down to think what's been happening all these days and how is today different from yesterday and tomorrow. There is this wierd sensation going on within me for days.........don't really know what it is !!!
If I look back to the things that I always wanted to get, I'm pretty sure I got, but what's in there that is so unusual. I am not the same person as I used to be. Is it so ?? Or is it that people around me keep changing. Ahh, it's quite difficult to be yourself in a world where people constantly try to change you. I have the money to spend, I have the home to live in, I have the clothes to wear, I have to job to work for, in fact I have everything that can possibly make me happy, but there is just one thing that is missing for that one percent of the happiness remaining and believe me this one percent is too expensive to buy. What's the missing thing ??? I have been trying to figure it out for quite sometime. Well, I knew the answer for a long time, but was apprehensive to disclose it to myself even. May be I was afraid to confront the truth.
It's trust, it's faith, it's affection, it's bonding, it's selflessness, it's all about true love. Oh my my !! the same boring stuff once again....I feel like laughing, laughing at my foolishness for giving chance to people to hurt me all the time. How can somebody be so ridiculous !!!
You know what, it's really hard to hold on your emotions back when you get something you really want, but it's harder to let tears flow from your eyes when you realize it was not at all worth it and it's the hardest to learn that all this time long you have been losing out on yourself, you let go your pride and ego, you lose your identity, you are not the same person anymore and then you feel dejected. I despise this feeling of being dependent on my heart all the time. I have been such an altruist everytime and expected others to be the same but to my despair, I found that its extremely difficult to expect anything from anyone. Exceptations, a word too heavy to pay for !!!