Tag Archives: Romance

Mirror Mirage

One of my many favorite paintings by: Leonid Afremov

Your mirror, mine
All inclined
Panes of our existence a reflection;
our deception
Hollow sunken eyes, follow thy sight
Your mirror, mine
Mind, all inclined – All aligned.

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Spellbound


– Wishing Column at Hagia Sophia in Istanbul, Turkey.

I've written so much about love, affection and emotional intelligence over the course of time that (oddly enough) people consider me a veteran in the matters of the heart. What they don't know is that I've experienced the fragility of relationships in life in order to get to this point of understanding – and I'm much stronger and happier for having endured and weathered with grace and dignity.

Relationships don't just have to be romantic, they are formed on various wavelengths with different individuals. Some ties are spiritual. Sometimes, we connect with people emotionally and mentally while on the other hand there's a possibility of getting romantically inclined. Some bonds are so much more than mere lust and "love" in the most generic sense. They go deeper, farther than anything else that you may have ever experienced.

Such instances leave us bewildered for most part of our lives. When we experience a relationship like that in our life, we want to hold on to it, tight with all our might – tight enough to turn our knuckles white. Alas! We seldom can, such is the irony of life; as we know it. Even if we want to flash freeze those stolen moments we just can't because we almost never, I repeat, never realize that the time is now, the time is always NOW. You have to grab hold of what you have and make sure you keep it close when you have it, otherwise it slips out of your hand like grains of sand, and all that is left is an empty palm and an insatiable itch to relieve the emptiness inside your bare soul, and I'm afraid that burning desire enslaves us (you, me, all of us) for the rest of our lives as we move forward in different directions.

Yours, Theirs, and Ours (Part 1)



This is the first part of an ongoing series of short stories. 

Sharleen was a fine young girl of 18 – a very fine girl indeed. She was the girl next door with her raven hair, porcelain skin and brown limpid pools for eyes, she tried to fit in and be accepted, yet she never really did. She was different. She was lost, and her confusion could only be understood by some or none at all. That’s when she met him. He came and swept her of her feet. Her vision changed – she gained perspective and that’s where her journey began.
Sharleen was born and bred in Lahore, Punjab, Pakistan. Her family’s roots were planted deep in the city of gardens since centuries. Her conventional upbringing didn’t make it easy for her to be herself in the world they lived in. Her free spirit was entangled in a web of social norms and expectations and she yearned to get out of it. Her love for him changed him and his understanding of her depth transformed her.

She didn’t believe in conventional love stories and Disney-esque fairy tales, she was a realist who knew that being swept off her feet meant that she probably slipped on a wet floor and lost balance. Harib knew all her vulnerabilities and still loved her very much. His demons danced with hers to the rhythm of their love. 

Sharleen had a rough childhood, her father cheated on her mother and she faced the consequences. She saw her mother leave, her siblings and father in shambles. She followed her mother to her aunt’s house, clenching her dupatta in her tiny hands, wailing, calling her mom “Amaa! , Amaa! Please take me with you, don’t leave me!” Her mother stayed at the aunt’s for a month and a half and returned home, when her father said that he’s a changed man. The Pakistani society wouldn’t have accepted a divorcee at the time and it would’ve affected Sharleen and her sister; Lamees and brother; Azeem’s futures. 

Growing up in all the chaos had it’s effects on Sharleen….Harib would bear witness to it.

To be continued….

Disclaimer: This piece of writing and the one following are fictional, any resemblance to any person is purely coincidental. 

Cerebrating Pony Ride

 

 

How does one express oneself when they don't have an outlet to blow off steam? How do you express yourself when the walls are closing in on you?. Have you ever been in a situation where you're not even sure how you feel about the entirety of it – how did you even get there and why?

All those books of the self-help variety should've been the least bit "helpful" when they reiterated and underlined the "no regrets in life" extracts. You're thankful for one thing at one moment and the next, you're just wondering where you went wrong. Is it wrong to love thyself and perhaps also another – the unforgivable, untouchable, alas! unattainable?

Perhaps modern day Shakespearean tales persist amidst the mundane, and maybe, just maybe some of us will always be misfits who shall for most parts of their lives remain a tad bit crooked to fit the puzzle. Transitioning to new dimensions is as good as your next delusion about the fairytale you imagined would embrace you at the edge of it. If only we could pick and choose our metamorphosis, fight and win these battles for ourselves and not let others decide our fate. In the end we're just horses running in the race against time and space, ponies charging against the wind, winning battles for the sake of it.

Ae Dil Hai Mushkil: Is It Really? 

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Ae dil aakhir kyun hai mushkil?
There are instances in life that shake us and break us, they move us to tears but they aren’t in our control. Nothing’s ever what we expect, one moment we’re planning our whole life with someone and the next we’re ending up with someone completely different or not ending up with anyone at all. This is the irony of life – the bitter reality. Some of us live our lives under the shadow of regrets; things we wish we would’ve done when we could’ve, explored new horizons, looked at life through another perspective, truly felt alive.

I’ve always said that love is a subjective term and I still hold the same stance, however, how true is it in terms of loving something to the extent of letting it go when you know it can never truly be yours?

Can a person ever be so selfless as to let the one thing that they loved the most in their life slip away? It can’t be easy. It is not child’s play. Forced circumstances in life lead to drastic measures…measures that inflict never healing wounds and scars that last a lifetime. It’s a tug of war between the head and the heart, between what the heart wants and what the mind dictates. Who wins the battle? Is it even fair play?

Why does the heart always have to bow down in front of rationality and practicality? Can’t the heart want what it wants? Why constrict it? Why even have a heart when all the world asks of you is to listen to your head? It makes no sense.

Ae Dil Hai Mushkil is a movie that deals with all these questions and the underlying emotions that bind us humans together. Karan Johar is known as the king of romance, and quite honestly, he knows how to get the work done. The plot revolves around themes of heartbreak, betrayal, friendship and the grey complexities that surround relationships. The music is exceptional, Arijit Singh has done a fine job in the romantic numbers.

The cinematography could be improved, however the actors’ phenomenal dialogue delivery makes up for any flaws in direction. Ranbir Kapoor has outdone himself as Ayan, Anushka Sharma was the perfect choice for the role of Alizeh, Aishwariya Rai did fairly well. Fawad Khan’s acting was sub par, he failed to deliver in comparison to Ranbir or Imran Abbas and Shahrukh Khan (who made cameo appearances).

Ae Dil Hai Mushkil has to be Karan Johar’s finest work till date. It’s a tale that moves you, it touches the depths of your heart. The superb dialogue delivery and well constructed script makes this movie worth watching for any die hard romantic. This one’s a real tear jerker, not for the faint of heart.

Let me know what you think of the movie in the comments. 🙂