He was a child then. And like any other child in his teens, he would also expect people to accept that he had matured. Watching Kuchh Kuchh Hota hai, he thought, had changed his life; or perhaps introduced him to the life for the first time. Freshness of the movie enthused him from within. The childishly behaving hero was an inspiration for him, the child. For him he was the epitome of the romantic acting. The same story repeated itself for few more movies with the same actor, with the same hype- he didn't shun them,he didn't need variety- he was a die-hard SRK fan.
His hero made a disappointing act in Ashoka, doing shear injustice to the persona and charisma of the great Ashok. He couldn't listen to the criticism of his idol. Meanwhile some other movies allowed him a sigh of relief. He hated any comparisons of his idol with the newly arriving star-kids, and every movie of them that failed made him jump with joy- he was a die-hard SRK fan.
He cherished Devdas to explain to the people that his favourite actor has got variety in his acting and he is not the same k k k kiran type anymore. The newspaper reviews declaring SRK inferior to Dilip Kumar were instantly put to dustbin, so that his father be not able to read one and ask him to have a look, and even worse- ask him to read out for him. He was a die-hard SRK fan.
Kal ho na ho came as a breeze of fresh air, yet comparisons with Rajesh Khanna's Anand could not be avoided, and he could not stand them as usual. Veer Zara was a hit with an upbeat Rani Mukherjee, bubbly Preity Zinta, oh-so-real-actor Manoj Vajpai, a fine director Yash Chopra and some Shahrukh Khan . He screamed with joy-" He is still the king- the King Khan- and he will always be." He was a die-hard SRK fan.
Then came Kabhi Alwida Na Kehna with an SRK and a Rani living in some illusion that their respective spouses hate them for their handicaps. While the King-for-long-enough Khan can't stand his wife's success and oh-so-insane Rani finding fault with whatever his hubby does or think, the director tried his best to portray the duo as the ones being mistreated.The movie was,indeed, meant to showcase that you don't have to keep yourself stuck in a marriage that is not working,right enough, but, frankly, it was not able to showcase the same effectively. It turned out to be a usual tale of partners fighting and divorcing, only dramatic thing was that no third person,sorry, fifth person was involved. The SRK fan died..died hard. If only he could wait some more time, some Don could give him a easy death with a single shot of a pistol.
May his soul rest in peace. Amen.
August 23, 2006
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August 17, 2006
Meri pehli mohabbat...
kitabon pe jami dhool ki moti parat ke siwa kuchh nahi.
diary mein rakhe phool ki ghatati rangat ke siwa kuchh nahi.
chatake aaine mein nazaara dhundhli soorat ke siwa kuchh nahi.
patjhad-o-saawan se anjaan sukhe darakht ke siwa kuchh nahi.
sannaate mein sunayi deti jhooti aahat ke siwa kuchh nahi.
deed-e-manjil se mehroom purane khat ke siwa kuchh nahi.
Meri pehli mohabbat...
pighal-pighal ke uske seene mein jam chuki hai jo hamesha ke liye
mom se patthar bani us parat-e-nafarat ke siwa kuchh bhi nahi.
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August 5, 2006
For the last few days, I have been browsing through the world of blogs- sometimes randomly, but mostly the persons I know or at least have heard about.
Most of these are personal blogs ranging from the accounts of one's foreign stay to how it feels when someone very near to oneself passes away; also loaded with the comments from ones nearer. There are things Dollars can't buy. Not the life at least.
Also existing in the blogging world are some 'frust' veterans whose writings are indeed a treat to the mind. The blogging no longer interests them much and so they might soon find some other mode of expression- leaving yet another 'bhoot' behind.
Then there are Musafirs, who I think have far more time to write than to pursue their journey. They write lengthy posts, hate cutting stories short, and love explaining ground realities so deeply that they look like explainations of something deep down the ground.
Another guy who, like me, is quite a new entrant to blogosphere has both variety and 'taste' in his posts which I must appreciate, but his entry here has been 'reasonably' met with the accusation of picking on others. Then there are others whom I dont know much about, but are helpful to me in the sense that they have maintained a nice list of some bloggers with some politically correct comments on each one (An idea I admit to have borrowed, but am not apologetic for it; because originally it may have been stolen from someone else's soul.)
So far I haven't browsed through all the senses and non-senses available here, some may be there in my list just because their names sound familiar. I might write about them later.
Currently I am anonymous here (though there are hints many can guess), but soon I wud like to shed the burden of anonymity. But I know, identity is a greater burden, a fact that might force me to be anonymous for ever and keep spying the ones who are not. I don't think these people wud feel offended because what they write in a blog is, after all, for others to read...
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