Thursday 19 March 2015

Dum Laga Ke Haisha Movie Review: Absolute Winner

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Sometimes I wish I don't have to have such a delay between watching a movie, and writing about it. Today, once I was done watching the lovely Sharat Kataria movie, Dum Laga ke Haisha, I had to catch a bus, then a share auto, then another bus...then get down at a stop to have my dinner and then walk to my place. In between I get tired, millions of thoughts cross my mind, and I get distracted.
But amongst all this -- and I am compelled to say it -- I had this movie in my mind constantly. I called my parents to tell them how good this movie is, and urged them to watch it. Because it is vital for everyone to watch this movie. Being someone who'll get married (most probably) next year, this movie almost puts me in the place and asks me to celebrate the ordinary. The other day I was talking to a friend about my marriage, and I said I got no expectations from a prospective bride as long as she's ready to adjust with my biological and psychological nuisance. He literally lashed out at me saying how I can accept a girl who's not good looking, at-least. Because in an arranged marriage, that's the least I'd want. And that put me in a bit of a fix for some time. Today, this film reminded me of the fact that how wrong we are when we cease to look beyond the physical beauty of a person. In the heart of hearts, I knew that this is a film about me, when Ayushmaan Khuraana ogles at denim clad white skinned women, while his ordinary overweight wife gets miffed about it. He feels so inferior regarding his marriage, that when his friend gets a love marriage, he literally loses his temper and insults his wife in front of everyone. This insecurity lies amongst all of us, in this generation. Those who are already married, and those who are about to. Is it not true that we want the best looking girlfriend/partner/wife for us? So that she can be a status symbol? Or she becomes "something" that excites us? This movie makes us realize that posh doesn’t come from objects, but from the people, and beauty is as subjective as human character, and has nothing to do with the looks of anything. In the midst of falsely-elevated self-esteem, in which our cell phones determine our character, a strange socially-conscious self of us lives. We have forgotten that at the deepest brim of our glossy persona lives a soul so ordinary, that we might need a slap on our face to remind us about it. Sharat Kataria slaps us, softly, to remind us, about ourselves, maintaining a level gaze, filling every frame with necessary details. Telling Ayushmaan Khurana's character he's no Vinod Khanna, or, when the time arises, through his aunt that everything that's done for benefits and interests yields little. A few things need to be done for the love of things and for the betterment of life.
This tiny, little, spoiler-proof film, full of wisdom, reminds us how peer pressure has taken over wilfulness, how beauty has shrunk down to something that can be parametrized. The film does something for us; it makes us understand...the pain, the goodness, and the love that exists in the ordinary. It tells us unknowingly that marriage isn't as easy it looks. Yet, we have to take it on our shoulders. It tells us through its beautiful lensing, that if two human beings try hard enough to find a common ground in their lives, and they might achieve it. It reminds people like me, that marriage might mean carrying home a heavy commitment. And it is possible to do it happily. And if the girl is still smiling after falling in the mud with you, then that’s a girl worth sharing a lifetime with. Yes, I now know, my friends and I are all wrong.
This movie makes me a better person. That’s the most I could ever compliment a movie, and “Dum Laga Ke Haisha” is *as* good a movie.
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SaलिL

मैं यहीं हूँ

एक तरकश है,
मेरे बांए हाथ तले,
मैं चालीस कोस दूर,
बांड़ बटोर के ले आउंगा,
जब तुम थक जाना,
कमान झुका देना,
इसी तरकश में,
पहाड़ों से,
नदियों से,
बरसातों से,
ठंडा पानी चुरा लाउंगा ।
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कमान झुका भर देना,
रथ मैं तुम्हारा,
खींच तान के,
घर ले आउंगा ।
अगर दो घुटने छिल भी गए,
पर एक परिंदा,
गर घर को उड़ भी न सका,
तो बाज़ के बाज़ुओं का क्या होगा?
जब कल के बादल मायूस होंगे,
मैं फट से पर्दे लगा दूंगा,
पर मौसम गर यूं ही मायूस हुआ,
तो आज के आसुंओं का क्या होगा?
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रोज़ रोज़ तुम,
यों अकेले,
हर वीर,
हर वार,
हराते हो और,
कहते हो कल लड़ लेना,
पर कल लड़ना नहीं पडेगा।
मैं यहिं हूं,
और देख रहा हूं,
कंधा तुम्हारा,
कमान तुम्हारी,
अब तुम्हें और लड़ने नहीं दूंगा,
अब तुम्हें,
यूं थकने नहीं दूंगा ।।
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SaलिL

One Day, Maybe, We Will

Three kinds of days,
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow,
I look at yesterday,
It was fine,
Tomorrow, 
They say,
It'll be fine,
But today,
As I thought yesterday,
Would be fine,
It isn't,
Yesterday wasn't fine,
It felt though,
Yet,
It wasn't.
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Truth remains,
Memories remain,
People remain,
And problems remain,
So does fear,
And so do those dreams,
And will,
And tears,
And sorrow.
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I talked today,
And today I can't sleep,
Cuz today,
I'm afraid,
As always,
I'm afraid,
More so,
By the nothingness,
By the struggles,
By the real tests,
Of tomorrow.
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I have,
A story to tell,
Will you listen?
I have,
Fears of mine,
Failures of mine,
To discuss,
Will you listen?
I have,
A box,
Full of diaries,
Full of truths,
And of realities,
Ugly,
And petty,
Waiting to be heard,
Will you listen?
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No you won't,
Why would you?
Why should you?
I'd be the one at fault,
Always,
Because,
I didn't listen,
To the staunch,
Strong cry inside me.
Why would you?
Or why should you?
I'm blind to faith,
And to reality,
I glide,
I fall,
And I bruise,
And I deserve it,
And I'm losing it,
Why should you,
Listen to the crackling,
And shattering of soul of mine?
My broken soul,
Is mine to bear,
It's not yours,
But mine to bear.
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Through some twist of fate,
They brought you to me,
I'd long decided I'll never say no,
And they won't let you say so,
Such will be the tragedy,
That an entire season,
An entire autumn,
Will last a lifetime,
For you,
Not for me.
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I have,
My soul ripped apart,
No marriage,
No commitment,
Can ever end the suffering,
The defeat lasts,
Without respite,
Without resort,
For you,
And for me.
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Forgive me,
For you've been kind,
Not me,
I can never be,
Yesterday wasn't fine,
Neither is today,
Nor will be tomorrow,
Forgive me,
For all my unkindness,
In this world,
I wasn't meant to be,
And,
Through some twist of fate,
They brought you to me,
I had long decided,
I'll never say no,
And they'll never,
Let you say so.
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SaलिL

चाँद खाली मकान

चार गलियों से रोज़ चलकर,
घर देखते हुए आता हूँ मैं,
कई घर हैं उन गलियों में,
छोटे बड़े,
पूरे अधूरे,
कुछ गरीबों के,
कुछ रईसों के,
कुछ गरीबों के बड़े घर,
कुछ रईसों को छोटे घर |
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तरह तरह के घर मैं देखता हूँ रोज़,
जब अपने कमरे में लौटता हूँ,
उनमे से एक,
कदम थमा देता है मेरे,
मैं एक बार को झाँक लेता हूँ उसमे,
तीन मोटरसाइकिल खड़ी रहती हैं उसमे,
एक बड़ा मैदान है,
एक छोटा सा घर है,
एक इंसान नहीं देखा मैंने उसमे,
बस मैदान,
तीन मोटरसाइकिल,
और एक छोटा सा घर |
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आज दोपहर में जब मैं लौट रहा था,
तो मोटरसाइकिल नहीं दिखी एक भी,
कहीं गए होंगे शायद,
पर घर सिर्फ मैदान,
और मकान लग रहा था,
फिर भी खूबसूरत,
पर सिर्फ मकान |
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तरह तरह के घर देखे मैंने,
छोटे, बड़े,
पूरे, अधूरे,
पर जब लोग थे,
तब घर थे,
वरना सिर्फ एक छत थी,
अभी सिर्फ एक छत है |
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किराए के लिए मकान हैं,
नेकी से मिली नौकरी,
देने वाले की मेहेरबानी न हो,
तो सड़क के भी लायक नहीं,
रोज़ सोचता हूँ थोडा और करूँगा,
कुछ अपने बनाऊंगा,
पर थकान इतनी है,
क्या खाऊंगा,
क्या घर जाऊंगा,
अपना क्या ख़ाक बनाऊंगा |
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मर्ज़ी भी शांत नहीं बैठती,
खाली घर देख के डर सा बैठ जाता है,
एक दिन सब चले जाएँगे,
बचेंगे तो मैदान और दीवारें |
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मैं कौन हूँ,
कहाँ से आया,
कहाँ जाऊंगा,
छतें हैं,
दीवारें हैं,
खिड़कियाँ हैं,
इंसान नहीं |
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शरीर है,
हड्डियाँ हैं,
साँसे हैं,
धड़कन है,
और नौकरी भी |
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SaलिL

जलन

ग़ज़ब कहानी ही यारों की,
होते नहीं पर कोसते हैं,
कुछ करते नहीं पर टोकते हैं |
इनका होना कितना अजीब है,
जलन, ईर्ष्या, घमंड, जूनून,
सब इन्हीं की देन है |
इनका न होना कितना अजीब है,
तकलीफ में कहने सुनने वाला कोई नहीं मिलता,
ख़ुशी में महसूस कराने वाला कोई नहीं मिलता |
मैं सोचता हूँ इंसान क्यूँ बना?
जानवरों में तो नहीं याद,
मुझे, इतने बड़े समाज?
जानवर ही क्यूँ नहीं रह गए?
कम से कम संगत में,
संगत का,
इतना जटिल,
इतना कठोर,
दबाव तो न रहता?
ख़ुशी की चादर न मिलती,
कम से कम जूनून सिर्फ धड़कन बचाने का रह जाता,
ठण्ड में किसी बीमारी से मारे जाते,
कम से कम घमंड से मर मर के जीने का दुःख तो न रह जाता?
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SaलिL