Just a couple of weeks back I watched Zindagi Gulzaar Hai & Humsafar back to back. And as I had watched ZGH before Humsafar Kashaf was still stuck in my mind though I know Khirad came before her on TV. So it was but natural that I found Khirad too very forgiving & sweet. In many scenes I almost imagined what Kashaf would have done had seen been in Khirad’s place!
I am no feminist but I definitely do not like women taking things lying down & being all forgiving. Hence after the climax of Humsafar left me unsatisfied & restless I wrote down an OS (One Shot = a short story).
In the below OS the story has reached the point where Asher asks Khirad to come back home & she refuses. Sara commits suicide.
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Khirad stood uneasily at the door. She shouldn’t be here. Every instinct prompted her to leave but hurt, the hurt which had been gathering up for the past many years made her stay. Asher’s best friend Sara had committed suicide. She remembered the girl very well. She remembered the insults as if it had been yesterday. Her outrage that a ‘nothing & nobody’ like Khirad was marrying her Asher, her mocking Khirad at her birthday party. She remembered it all. She remembered the intense humiliation she had felt. The old Khirad would have felt shame for thinking bad about a dead person. Her mother would have chastised her for having such thoughts. But then, her mother hadn’t experienced what she had, had she? She clenched the edges of her dupatta in her palm & ventured in.
There sat her four tormentors. Farida, Asher’s mother, the woman she had thought of as her own mother; Sara’s mother Zareena; Khizer, the man she had foolishly called her friend & her biggest betrayer, Hareem’s father, Asher. She refused to call him her husband. She had not done so since she had delivered the little Hareem in that dingy hospital room frightened & all alone. They all stood crying for the loss of their beloved Sara. She felt sorry for the girl. If only she had known how close she was to getting her dream, her beloved Asher, she might not have taken this hasty step. With Hareem’s operation over, Khirad was planning out her departure. There were a few things she needed to take care of before she left. And then she would leave. Asher hurried over to her side when he saw her standing there. But before he could speak Khirad moved towards Sara’s body. Her weeping mother looked up at her in horror before bowing her head in shame. Farida looked at her angrily. But Khirad never even bothered looking her way. Years of hatred & resentment was welling up inside her. She stroked Sara’s cold forehead.
Khirad: I have come here to offer my condolences.
Zareena looked up at her with tear filled eyes. Before she could say anything Farida lashed out at her.
“Do you think offering your empty condolences can ever make us forgive you for what you did? Get out of here right now.”
Khirad chose to ignore this woman whom she had once called mother. Her words no longer had the power to hurt her.
Khirad: Do you remember what day it is?
Farida & Zareena looked up at Khirad.
Khirad gave a sad little smile. “It seems you have forgotten. Let me remind you all. Four years back, this was the day when you three had shamelessly plotted & had accused me of a sin I did not commit. Do you remember it now? I was already a mother then. I had my little baby growing inside me. Do you know how many times since then I had feared losing her? Do you know how many nights I have spent worrying for my baby’s future? Allah was merciful towards me & I never had to weep for my daughter as you sit weeping here today aunty. But Allah is also just. My curses had to reach you. They had to destroy your home aunty. You have no idea how often my heart screamed out for mercy, for a chance to prove my innocence. How my mind tormented me with images that I was dirtied by false accusations, accusations which made me feel dirty & left stains which wouldn’t leave no matter how hard I tried to wash them off. This empty feeling you have in your home & heart now is for destroying a woman’s home. It is for keeping a father & daughter away. It is for conspiring with your wicked sister & following her blindly abandoning all thoughts of right & wrong. It is for encouraging your daughter in all her wrong doings.”
She felt a hand on her shoulder. She knew this hand. It was the same which had caressed her so many times. But she remembered the eyes of this man too. Eyes filled with loathing for her, mistrustful eyes which had chosen to see what they wanted. The one man who could have overturned all of his mother’s plans by simply putting his trust in her, trusting if not her then at least their love. He could have been her knight in shining armor, he should have been one. But he wasn’t. Instead he had chosen to believe every lie about her. Did he think he could stop her today?
Khirad: Asher! Afraid I might blurt out some more truths? But then you are a weak man, a coward who could neither protect the wife he claimed to love nor the friend who loved him. You do know that she loved you right? Oh, don’t look so shocked. I have known this for a long time. It is easy for a woman to understand what another woman is feeling. And Sara was never secretive about her affections. She just wasn’t the sort who would spare a wife’s feelings! But you were blind there as well. You were as unjust towards her as you were with me. You continued stoking her feelings by being her ‘friend’ in spite of knowing that she loves you so deeply. But then who can blame you? It runs in your blood, doesn’t it? For it was your mother who led her on. Don’t worry Asher. Sara & you weren’t the only ones whom your mother fooled.
Khirad walked up to Khizer. “There is another victim of this game of manipulations & deceit which your mother has been playing. A victim not because he is innocent of all blame but because he has lost his coveted prize. He sold his very soul when he betrayed my friendship. He accepted money from your mother to become a successful man & destroy me. Both of the things seem same to him. But the one woman for whom he stooped down to such levels never even glanced his way. And today he sits here crying himself hoarse.
Khirad got up as anger filled inside her.
“Look at me Khizer. This is how I cried when I lost my love, my husband, my Asher! This is the same pain I felt which you are feeling now. Death is so final. But I did not lose my husband to death. I lost him to your deception. Nothing can ever rebuild my broken home. Nothing will ever get you your Sara back Khizer. Now you will understand what true loneliness is. Look at me Zareena aunty. Let me see what I was spared. Your sister had ensured that I would lose my baby by turning me out in the night. But Allah is ever so great. My daughter was spared. Look at me Farida Hussain! Let me see all your plans fail. Every single piece on your chess board has betrayed you. The pawn has risen against you & stands here abusing you in front of your own son. Your queen is dead. Let me look at the woman whom Allah has struck down. Never ever forget that he is the master planner. You may toy around with other people’s lives but do not ever forget he can jerk your strings too. Because at the end of the day you are just as much a puppet in his hands as me.
She turned to leave & came face to face with Asher.
She turned back to Farida & said, “Your son asked me to come back home. Did he tell you that? I don’t think so!”
She looked Asher in the eye. “You should have married Sara a long time ago. At least you wouldn’t be weeping over her dead body today. You died for me a long time back in that delivery room when I brought my daughter into this world all alone. Your not marrying is of little consequence to me for I no longer consider you my husband. You are my daughter’s biological father & that is all you will ever be!”
Back straight, head held high Khirad walked out on the four people who had haunted her for four years with their unjust accusations, hate filled eyes & disbelief. Allah might not forgive her for her behavior today but she felt light after many years. She was done being an angel, now she was just a woman!
A recently-widowed man’s son calls a radio talk show in an attempt to find his father a partner. As the father (Sam Baldwin/ Tom Hanks) talks to the RJ about his dead wife & their love a majority of the female population listening to the national radio ends up falling in love with him. Amongst the many women who are listening to him & falling in love is Annie Reed (Meg Ryan) who although engaged finds herself falling for Sam.
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This movie came highly recommended. Almost everyone I know cant stop gushing over how perfect this movie is. And after watching “You’ve got mail” which has both Tom Hanks & Meg Ryan & is also made by Nora Ephron my expectations from this movie were naturally very high.
And because of these (unrealistic maybe) really high expectations I felt a little let down when I finally watched it. I loved the whole idea of a man being so much in love with his dead wife. He has become so much of a family man that he has forgotten how to date. The conversation he has with the RJ is quite touching. His “Well, how long is your program?” to the RJs, “Can you tell me what was so special about your wife” will make any girl go all awww! 🙂
However once this scene got over & Annie fell for this mystery man the one thing I kept really looking forward to was their first meeting….which unfortunately took place only at the end. All through the movie Annie is seen with Walter (Bill Pullman) who is a ‘Sam Baldwin’ himself in the dedication he shows towards Annie. And only when he puts the ring on her finger does she bother telling him that for the past many days she has been falling out of love with him & in love with someone else (a someone whom she hasn’t even met!). I loved that Walter took this declaration like a true gentleman & created no unnecessary & embarrassing scenes in the restaurant; which just makes me like him more & Annie less.
Was I the only one who found Annie putting a detective on Sam a bit too creepy? I know she did this to ensure he wasn’t some crackhead but in Sam’s shoes I would have had serious objections to this. Also, the scene where Sam is at the airport with his son & stops & stares when Annie arrives would have been more effective if Annie too had felt a little something & stopped just a second to stare at this stranger. She being completely blank & not sensing his presence somehow went against the basic principle of the movie.
The end was quite nice & when the movie ended all I wanted was more of Sam & Annie’s story! Guess I am turning into a Tom – Meg fan! 🙂
A 3/5 from my side.
When I read The Bridget Jones diaries a few years back I had never thought a time would come when I will be able to relate with her. Back then I read the book for fun. Now that I AM old, though not yet her age in the book,but quite old by normal marriage standards (if there exists such a thing) I can feel the same things beginning around me. And surprisingly the first taunt/ kind advice came from a friend who is years younger to me. An older & much married friend offering me “friendly advice” wouldn’t have hurt but a 21 year old kid telling me to settle down before its too late….OUCH!
Before I begin let me make it very clear that she is a very dear friend & not at all a malicious sort of a person who gets pleasure from hurting others. Hence I assume what she said was from the goodness of her heart & some true genuine concern which she felt for me. Also I guess having a boyfriend at 21 (relationship going strong since past 3 years) does make a person go into counselling mode.
She advised me to find a guy for myself as once a girl gets older (marriage age is 21, any number beyond 25 is spinster) the chances of her finding anyone good are quite less (very Pride & Prejudiceish!). She also added that as I am not an engineer or doctor my chances are even reduced as guys these days need a working woman (which they marry & then ask her to leave the job so she can take care of the house). Being fat is another huge black mark against me as guys like their girls slim. By the end of the conversation I had lapsed into a depression….temporarily!
My question is why do people give unasked for advice? While she maybe perfectly willing to mold herself to become her partners ideal mate I really find such things hypocritical. My man can have me fat, less educated & old or not at all. Why must I turn into someone who I am not just for the sake of impressing a person whom I haven’t even met? And the worst part is if I say this to her face it will cost me a dear friend. So I listen to advice which I had never asked for in the first place & will never follow & get depressed?!
What is it about people in relationships? Why do they feel everyone around them should be in pairs too? Why can’t a person who is single be thought of as happy? You found your happiness with someone, I am finding it with myself! Is that really so difficult to understand?
When photographer Lisa Sullinger injures herself while exploring alone in the harsh desert of Moquansaid, she thinks it’s pretty bad luck. Then a sandstorm strikes!
Handsome, enigmatic Sheikh Tuareg al Shaldor shelters Lisa in his desert tent before whisking her to his stunning, palatial home.
Lisa can’t help but fall for Tuareg–but she knows he has built barriers around his shattered heart. Can Lisa dare to dream she might be the one to bring light–and love–back into the brooding sheikh’s world?
Lisa Sullinger is working as a photographer at an archaeological dig in Moquansaid. While exploring the desert she is stranded in a storm with Sheikh Tuareg (I know Turareg is a name of a desert tribe, is it a name too?). While Lisa falls for the Sheikh, Tuareg is still in love with his wife who died 3 years back.
The best thing I liked about this book is how real & practical both these characters are. In one instance when Tuareg implies Lisa might be scheming with his mother to trap him into marriage, Lisa like any normal self – respecting girl, despite loving him, is very much hurt & behaves accordingly. Love doesn’t turn her shameless where his accusation doesn’t hurt, neither does she sit crying. She gets back & moves on.
Tuareg in spite of being a Sheikh is not painted as the hero for whom nothing is impossible. Although he is extremely wealthy the writer rightfully shows him being helpless in front of bureaucratic procedures.
Even the end isn’t overly romanticized. Tuareg falls in love slowly & like any man who once loved his wife deeply has difficulty accepting it.
These little touches make the novel look real & practical…a rare thing in a Mills & Boon novel 🙂 A 3/5 for it from my side.
I am living my life in silence… with eyes on the horizon… looking for the dawn to set out… to liberate and breathe life.. to bring the one true hope…my love… the wait seems like eternity…and yet it was just a moment since we last met..a moment we walked together.. a moment and yet I have lived out my hearts inner most desire.. the desire to give all that I have, and I feel satisfied.. even in sorrow do I find a reason to smile…
While I was reading through a post on Bevchen’s blog about what made her happy this week I realized I have often used this blog to express my frustration but never my happiness. That had me thinking about what made me happy this week?
It was wonderful to have two job offers in my hand. One double paying than the other 😉
The more paying ones also sponsored my Bangalore trip to their office, to – and – fro! Felt like a queen checking in without any luggage, getting in a prepaid cab & zooming off! Ahh! To lead the blessed life 🙂
I also had a big realization that no matter how much we fight, I love my mother & more importantly she loves me back as well 🙂 It is a nice feeling to be this sure of someone loving you back!
And lastly I read that finally Khaled Hosseini is ready with his new book & Dan Brown too!!! Which book reader wouldn’t be over the moon then? I had been waiting for their books since forever! May, where are you?!
So what has made you happy recently?
I think I need to make such posts more often. It feels great to recount things which made you smile through the whole week. 🙂
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Premachi Goshta…sahaj, saadhi, soppi! As promised this is one movie which doesn’t give love any definitions. It accepts that for almost everyone love is happiness & goes ahead to convince us in its own simple way.
Ram Subramanian meets Sonal at the divorce counselors office where they have come for their respective divorce proceedings. This meeting turns into a professional relationship when Sonal becomes his assistant. Love is just beginning to blossom between them when their respective partners wish them back in their lives. Ram who has always believed & said so to Sonal that marriages & love are forever is trapped in his own words. For this time his heart is going against everything his mind believes in.
The story is presented in a simple manner without making it too very preachy. Though Ram comes across as a bit of a loser in the start you understand him better as the movie progresses. The characters of Ram & Sonal tend to grow on you gradually. He is a simple guy who finds his preset notions about marriage & love challenged when he meets Sonal & falls for her. Sonal is a modern girl who isnt afraid to admit to her love & speaks her mind when she finds it necessary. She is the one who makes Ram realize that the hero in his script should end up with the woman who loves him rather than the woman he loves but who has never cared for him. She is equally strong in declaring to her husband that she intends to go her separate way & also stop his raised hand mid way. Both the characters are very nicely developed in the movie.
Atul Kulkarni as Ram Subramanian is very good. Sagarika Ghatge with her anglicized Marathi is nice enough in portraying her emotions but her accent grated on my nerves. Ajay Purekar & Sulekha Talwalkar play the exes to the T. Satish Rajwade, who is also the director, plays Swaraj who is Ram’s friend. Meera Velankar is Meera Joshi who is Sonals best friend. Rohini Hattangadi is Ram’s mother.
The movie is a very mature attempt at understanding a second love. It does drag in places but without getting too very preachy it manages to convey a great deal. The dialogues are crisp & fresh & do manage to make you laugh genuinely. A special mention should also be made of Sagarika’s clothes. As a girl I couldn’t help but notice her beautiful salwar suits or even her simple tops with leggings. Classy!!! Chinmay Kelkar the dialogue writer also deserves a special mention. The show was houseful & the after – show approving murmurs amongst the audience just proved how much everyone had loved it.
A 4.5/ 5 from me for the movie.
P.S.: I did not say this initially because I thought my mom would say “Oh! You see nothing other than Satish Rajwade” but now that mom herself has said it nothing will stop me from admitting it. Satish Sir as Swaraj was awesome in the movie. His body language & comic timing is great. It was a great pleasure to see you onscreen after such a long time Sir.
Mr. Darcy: In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.
Elizabeth: In such cases as this, it is, I believe, the established mode to express a sense of obligation for the sentiments avowed, however unequally they may be returned. It is natural that obligation should be felt, and if I could FEEL gratitude, I would now thank you. But I cannot—I have never desired your good opinion, and you have certainly bestowed it most unwillingly. I am sorry to have occasioned pain to anyone. It has been most unconsciously done, however, and I hope will be of short duration. The feelings which, you tell me, have long prevented the acknowledgment of your regard, can have little difficulty in overcoming it after this explanation.
Mr. Darcy: And this is all the reply which I am to have the honour of expecting! I might, perhaps, wish to be informed why, with so little ENDEAVOUR at civility, I am thus rejected. But it is of small importance.
Elizabeth: I might as well inquire,’ replied she, ‘why with so evident a desire of offending and insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your will, against your reason, and even against your character? Was not this some excuse
for incivility, if I WAS uncivil? But I have other provocations. You know I have. Had not my feelings decided against you—had they been indifferent, or had they even been favourable, do you think that any consideration would tempt me to accept the man who has been the means of ruining, perhaps for ever, the happiness of a most beloved sister? I have every reason in the world to think ill of you. No motive can excuse the unjust and ungenerous part you act-ed THERE. You dare not, you cannot deny, that you have from each other—of exposing one to the censure of the world for caprice and instability, and the other to its derision for disappointed hopes, and involving them both in misery of the acutest kind been the principal, if not the only means of dividing them. Can you deny that you have done it?
Mr. Darcy: I have no wish of denying that I did everything in my power to separate my friend from your sister, or that I rejoice in my success. Towards HIM I have been kinder than towards myself.
Elizabeth: But it is not merely this affair, on which my dislike is founded. Long before it had taken place my opinion of you was decided. Your character was unfolded in the recital which I received many months ago from Mr. Wickham. On this subject, what can you have to say? In what imaginary act of friendship can you here defend your-self? or under what misrepresentation can you here impose upon others?
Mr. Darcy: You take an eager interest in that gentleman’s concerns.
Elizabeth: Who that knows what his misfortunes have been, can help feeling an interest in him?
Mr. Darcy: His misfortunes, yes his misfortunes have been great indeed.
Elizabeth: And of your infliction. You have reduced him to his present state of poverty—comparative poverty. You have withheld the advantages which you must know to have been designed for him. You have deprived the best years of his life of that independence which was no less his due than his desert. You have done all this! And yet you can treat the mention of his misfortune with contempt and ridicule.
Mr. Darcy: And this is your opinion of me! This is the estimation in which you hold me! I thank you for explaining it so fully. My faults, according to this calculation, are heavy indeed! But perhaps these offenses might have been overlooked, had not your pride been hurt by my honest confession of the scruples that had long prevented my forming any serious design. These bitter accusations might have been suppressed, had I, with greater policy, concealed my struggles, and flattered you into the belief of my being impelled by unqualified, unalloyed inclination; by reason, by reflection, by everything. But disguise of every sort is my abhorrence. Nor am I ashamed of the feelings I related. They were natural and just. Could you expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of your connections?—to congratulate myself on the hope of relations, whose condition in life is so decidedly beneath my own?
Elizabeth: You are mistaken, Mr. Darcy, if you suppose that the mode of your declaration affected me in any other way, than as it spared the concern which I might have felt in refusing you, had you behaved in a more gentlemanlike manner. You could not have made the offer of your hand in any possible way that would have tempted me to accept it. From the very beginning—from the first moment, I may almost say—of my acquaintance with you, your manners, impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, were such as to form the groundwork of disapprobation on which succeeding events have built so immovable a dislike; and I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry.
Mr. Darcy: You have said quite enough, madam. I perfectly comprehend your feelings, and have now only to be ashamed of what my own have been. Forgive me for having taken up so much of your time, and accept my best wishes for your health and happiness.