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A tribute to an absolute classic - Hazaron Khwahishen Aisee -----Hazaron khwahishen aisee, ke har khwahish pe dum nikle,
Bohot nikle mere armaan, lekin, phir bhi kam nikle!
I write ... and I omit. I fall short. And this happens, all the time, I attempt to describe the masterpiece, the movie - 'Hazaron Khwahishen Aisee'. It is the modern day adaptation to this couplet of Ghalib. Here is the movie that does not preach and as Sudhir Mishra's blog says - He's tried his best not to bullshit.
The characters in the movie are true, real and human. They have all the shades of life, black, white and gray. And for each one of them, the couplet holds true. The three characters have an identity and the movie is incomplete without any of them. There is a Siddhartha; there is a Vikram; and there always is a Geeta. There is illusion. There are choices and there are consequences. The movie is a lifetime. I feel to have seen, Siddhartha. I feel I met Geeta in a club. I think I was opinionated about Vikram. The movie is so real, it stays with you beyond those 120 minutes. I continue humming, bawra mann as it settles in the subconscious.
Shubha mudgal and Shantanu Moitra weave magic and they echo beyond the reel.
There are moments in the movie, when one finds, reading Ghalib in the mind. When Vikram sees, Siddhartha and Geeta making love during the farewell, somewhere I hear myself saying'...nikalna, khuld se adam ka sunte aae the lekin,
bohot be-aabroo ho ke tere kooche hum nikle...'
In the end, when Geeta, goes and sits with Vikram, who, now, isn't the Vikram he used to be and she reads, 'I love you GEETA', one would completely understand, what Ghalib meant when he said-
'Mohabbat mein nahi hai fark, jeene aur marne ka,
Usi ko dekh kar jeete hain, jis kaafir pe dum nikle...'
You feel, the same agony, when Siddhartha leaves Geeta, forever (...maybe). The naxal movement, the father-son struggle, be it between, Siddhartha and his highly influencial father or between, Vikram and his principled father, the lost and drifting Geeta, who for long is not sure what she is looking for in life, the struggle in Bhojpur, the confrontation between Geeta and the police officer, where she struggles to converse in the local language and in anger she blurts out in english, the letters at various points in the movie, all have a place and time and they are meant to be there.
The poetry by Pritish Nandy, is like summarizing the movie and I cant resist my temptation of including it here--
'A thousand desires such as these
A thousand moments to set this night on fire
Reach out and you can touch them
You can touch them with your silences
You can reach them with your lust
Rivers mountains rain
Rain against a torrid hill’s cape
A thousand,A thousand desires such as these
I loved rain as a child,
As a lost young man
Empty landscapes
Bleached by a tired sun
And then
And then suddenly it came
Like a dark unknown women
Her eyes scorched my silences
Her body wrapped itself around me
Like a summer without end
Pause me hold me reach me
Where no man has gone
Crossing the seven seas
With the wings of fire
I fly towards nowhere
And you
Rivers mountains rain
Rain against a scorched landscape of pain
A thousand desires such as these
A thousand moments to set this night on fire
Reach out and you can touch them
You can touch them with your silences
You can reach them with your lust
Rivers mountains rain
Rain against the torrid hill’s cape
A thousand,A thousand desires such as these'
Do I have words anymore? I do not have....
Somethings, jus stay, and they live with you, you can brood over them, you can think about them, but to put them in words, is like taming stray thoughts as I call them. So I write.... and I omit........
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