KK the voice of love

It's exactly two days that he passed away. So many updates, news, videos making the rounds on social media and other platforms. Condolence posts, comments that inundated Facebook and Instagram timelines. 

Frenzied photographers, journalists, fans trying to cover his last journey with mobiles and cameras flashing. What madness! 

Sab tired ho gaye honge ab taak. All the hard work paid off. After two days they must have hit the sack tired yet satisfied after covering all that news. Gharwale shabashi denge ke beta/beti badiya photo liya tune! Good work.

Somewhere in the city there are three souls or more (I am not aware if his parents and in laws are still alive)  who are tired too.. Tired traveling to a city where he breathed his last, tired of handling formalities and arranging for the cremation and funeral. They are tired of  the sudden media attention and unnecessary hype. Yes, They are tired... and tonight is the toughest night for these tired souls. Last two days were spent in organising and meetings. They would have hardly got any time to mourn. 

Tonight when the world is sleeping after all the madness, there's a family that's sleepless. A healthy man who left home with a smile and promise to return is dead. It's only the cremation ashes that remain in that copper urn which will be immersed soon. 

His wife, who was with him since they were twelve years old must be crying her heart out inside the bedroom, or she could just browse through her phone albums with moist eyes. She could also scream in agony as she visualises him in every nook and corner of the house. Her bed is empty tonight and it will be forever. Is she feeling betrayed by him? Could be. She could be wrathfully cursing him for leaving her alone forever or she could just be lying on the bed with silent tears rolling down.  Or she could be with her kids at last...all together after the incident. It's that time in their lives when they have none but each other to handle. No amount of consolation, sympathy can help at this moment. It cannot! 

This loss is irreparable and unforeseen. A family which is incomplete tonight, a family which will never be the same again. A wound that's going to be there forever. The bereavement is beyond words to describe. Death is inevitable but death like this is unbearable. 

The media will forget him in a week, admirers will move on too, the politics and slander will die out in a few days... What won't die is the angst and agony of the family members. Yet somewhere they will have a smile when they would think of him later. The respect he earned over the years as a human being and as a singer. His untimely death showed what a great soul he was. That's what will make his family proud and help them recuperate. I hope. 

The song 'Maine dil se yeh kahan' from the film Rog has been in my mind over the last two days. It features Irrfan Khan, was sung by KK.

Both fireflies ... Illuminating their surroundings with their celestial light and spark before the darkness of death shrouded them forever.  All they spread was light and happiness. Ethereal beings now in the realms of ether. Both gone to the big auditorium in the sky. 

Men may come and Men may go but few remain forever. 

The Bollywood Mothers

The Bollywood Mothers

The onscreen mother i could totally relate to as a teenager. Farida Jalal's portrayal of Lajwanti was so real and relatable those days. Mothers who were otherwise shadowed by the patriarchal, strict fathers and oppressive relatives who didn't allow them to voice out their grievances and opinions. The mothers could feel and understand that the  next generation was getting exposed to the modern world, girls had dreams (no not only of getting married to Raj)... Dreams of living life on their own terms, of being able to establish themselves, of breaking the shackles of orthodoxy and dogmas. 

Lajwanti was not just a mother, she was Simran's best friend, confidante. Yet Lajwanti could not raise a voice when required. She asked her daughter to forget her dreams, to conform to the societal norms because that's the way of the world. 

Somewhere Lajwanti herself wanted to break free from the normal... She too had dreams which she wanted to live through her children. Lajwanti does show some spark at the end where she lets her daughter to pursue her dreams. That's when she tells Simran to not give up on her dreams and live life on her own terms (marry Raj in ddlj). 

Farida Jalal played the role intuitively with so much grace and spright. However, just like the society her role was also cut short after a while. Yet Lajwanti made an impact... That's how mothers are... big or small... Their role in our lives plays an important role and help us in shaping our lives. 

#happymothersday #mothersday #mothers #mother #moms #momlife #bollywood #bollywoodmothers #faridajalal #ddlj #dilwaledulhanialejayenge #shahrukhkhan #kajol #lajwanti #yashchopra 

Yaad aa raha hai Bappi Da

Yaad aa raha hai manjile apni jagah hai raste apni jagah. Chalte chalte Pyar kabhi kam nahi karna. Humko aaj kal hain intezar kyounki Raat baki baat baki hona hai jo ho jane do.

Goro ki na Kalo ki duniya hai dilwalo ki... Jekhanei thako sukhe thako Bappi Da 🙋

This eighties kid will always remember you for your music. You were an integral part of every celebration that we attended as kids. Still remember myself dancing to disco dancer song at birthday parties & those christmas parties. 

Your death news brought back innumerable childhood memories for this hindi movie buff and I just realised how much your music influenced our growing up years! 

Aa gaya AA gaya halwa wala aa gaya was a favourite of us siblings. Kasam paida karne wale ki gave us goosebumps.  Every time we saw someone in red dupatta those days we would sing O lal dupatte wali Tera naam to bata . How we loved Madhuri Dixit's enticing moves in Humko aajkal hai intezaar! Watching Amitabh emote in the songs of Sharaabi is a treat forever. 

Your songs were one of the reason I watched Disco Dancer more than thirty times as a kid. 

And the best part... even Biryani loves Yaad raha hai tera pyaar so much that she and I sing the song almost every day while we try to copy Mithun Dad's steps.  That's the quality of great musicians... Their music is evergreen and passes on to generations. 

Tumi amader Amar Sangi hoe thakbe... 💖 Make the Gods groove to your disco beats up there now 🥰

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Aranyak on Netflix

I thought I would be one of the first ones to watch Aranyak but it took me a month to witness the show due to some glitch in my Netflix subscription. 

The feeling after binge watching the show was... Der aaye durust aaye types. The first time the credits hit the screen I was frantically looking for the Writer credit to pop up and when it did I had a grin on my face. Believe me I watched the writer part at the beginning of each episode and grinned 😁 Why? Because I have huge respect for this man Charudutt Acharya who is the reason behind my grin. 

This gentleman has gifted us a story so gripping and engaging that I didn't even press the pause button to attend nature's call during my watch at the wee hours of night. I was like bhai yeh khatam karke jayoongi as I didn't want to waste a minute. The way the story is spun in mystery, suspense, thril at the same time focussing on human emotions and relationships is commendable. 

It's the new generation that watch these shows the most and i think it's a responsibility of the writer and makers to focus such issues. The teenage issues of love, sex and  viral sex videos has been portrayed so well in Aranyak is another reason for me liking the show so much. Another grin follows 😁

A lesson on modern parenting and how we parents slip at times in our search of success, indolence is fantastically narrated by the man behind the grin once again 😁

Relationship between the husband and his succesful wife... That was superb! The scene where Hari tells Kasturi that there's no love left in their relationship was so hard! It really hit hard hain na? Yeh wala grin sochne wala grin hai mere liye 😬 Life mein kuch bhi ho jaaye Aisa loveless husband wife relationship nahi hona chahiye Bhai!

Raveena as Kasturi the cop is not perfect, neither is she perfect as a mother or as a wife... Yet she never gives up. She tries to balance and lives by them in spite of feeling lonely and unsuccessful at times. She's no super hero... Just a normal human being trying to play her part well faltering at times, determined otherwise. Isme Mera grin sabse zyada hai 😁

The character of Parambrata is portrayed humanly once again. A tough cop with a grey past which haunts him and weakens his psyche. But he doesn't give up .. He gathers himself and fights till the end. I am grinning again 😁

The nartendua angle in the series is so relatable naa! We have heard such folklores and stories as kids from grandparents and elders. As kids we believed in them but as we grew up we started questioning... The answers though seems  eons away to get. That's the magic of such stories! And that the magic behind my grin 😁

For once this series did not take help of the maa behen ki Galis or the sex scenes that mostly seems  zabardasti inserted to titillate the audience (does it even titillate or it cringes mostly ?) I am so glad that the story was so realistically written and directed. An honest effort that has not only seen the daylight but is shining bright even after a month. That's success you know! And I end my write up once again with a satisfied and happy grin 😁 Thank you once again Sir and congratulations 🎉🥰

Being Amitabh Bachchan

11th October used to be the day of the Divine for me as a child. I would wake up early, head for my bath and enter the pooja room in immaculate clothes. Babu knew exactly what I needed for the puja so he would keep things ready. I would decorate the idol, offering flowers and naivadya to the deity with extreme care and devotion. The prayer that day was only meant for one person... Mr.  Amitabh Bachchan. 

Yes, it's his birthday today and this day brings back these crazy memories of my Amitabh smitten childhood. 

Friends and family would call to wish me as if it was my birthday 😁  The whole day was dedicated to this man whom I called 'Kaka' out of affection. The day would not end with me watching Sholay and weeping in the last scene when my favourite actor breathes his last onscreen. 

Remember maintaining a diary which had newspaper cut outs, magazine cut out, trivia, articles and numerous pages written by me in honour of Mr. Bachhan. The only wish those days was ... Isshhh ekbar Jodi onake samne dekhte partam ( Wish I could see him in person once ) And as they say if you wish something from the bottom of your heart the universe makes sure it happens. I saw him not once but twice in my life. 😁 

Today  when I look back to those days I feel so good! My parents never chided me for being a movie buff or doing such crazy stuff. They just let me be. I remember Babu getting me the Lomani Amitabh B cologne after bhai told him to buy one and surprise me 🥰 

 I still dislike when someone tells me that I am a fan of Amitabh Bachchan... I wasn't a fan... I was someone who loved him and admired him irrespective of him having a clue that there's this little girl somewhere on the planet who eats,sleeps, breathes Amitabh Bachchan. 

Now  I am in my forties and the  'paglami' has subsided but somewhere that little girl is alive and she quietly prays for the legend 😊 Yes we grow up, we become old... But we should keep the kid alive within us to cherish and smile thinking of good old childhood days. 

PS: There were, there are,there will be  superstars but there's only one AMITABH BACHCHAN ❤️

Thank you for making my childhood fun and exciting! You are the reason I fell in love with cinema as a child. Happy Eightieth Legend ❤️

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