A few hours before the new year I saw an art-piece of another age
First, I was sure it wouldn’t be as good as other plans of the eve
But then I saw it
And with it my new year had already begun
Travelling back I thought about what life would hold for me
Struggles, conflicts, and fights
Over something/someone I loved.
It would be so difficult
But those few moments of pure bliss would make up for it,
I know this because although this movie was,
as I believe all art-pieces are,
Exaggerated and sown to stretch the fibre of our emotions
And gather them into something so overwhelmed with tension,
This movie was not meaningless.
I know that I was crying because of my age
And my affected heart,
But it doesn’t mean that it did not change me.
It was a beautiful revelation,
Of love and pure love,
To which I saw a girl dressed in a flowing kurta as one of another age.
To which I saw the efforts of an individual, and several others,
Change the mien of my eyes from an embroidered cloth to plain coloured threads merged together.
To which I heard the beats of party music as irrelevant, and unintelligent.
Unintelligent because of the time its engagers occupied,
Time, with its precious moments,
Which could have been better used,
But I cant say this without living the lives of a million,
And so I rest my case,
On the hold that sab kuch bhul ke yeh deewani aaj mastani ho gayi.
(On the hold that forgetting everything else, this lover has become intoxicated today)
SALUTE to Sanjay Leela Bhansali for decorating a thing of the past with his customary colours that resemble so much more than yellow or red.
All references of this post are made with relevance to the film “Bajirao Mastani”