TRUE DEPICTION OF INDIAN SOCIETY...{ABOUT LOVE}

Love happens. You do not realize when that special someone comes and occupies a tiny little space in your heart and gradually becomes the only one that matters. He changes your world and you accept the change. He adores you and you let him. He cares for you and you start behaving like a kid. He takes care of you and you feel warm. He scolds you and you pretend getting sad about it. You fight with him and drift apart just to make him miss you and pull you closer. He alone can make you feel complete. You can never get enough of him, no matter how much time you spend together. You would do anything to be with him. Those crazy talks, laughter, loving stares, warm hugs, passionate kisses - Love is just so beautiful. It sees no barriers but the world does; barriers like RELIGION. What if a Hindu falls in love with a Muslim? It suddenly is thought of as a crime. Why?

You cannot plan who to fall in love with. Neither can you stop yourself from loving someone. It’s inevitable. It just happens and it can happen with anyone. Indian cinema has a whole lot of movies highlighting the clause of falling in love with the most unexpected person. The guy and the girl are either enemies or from an enemy clan; hating, bitching, fighting and screaming at one another in the beginning. And moments later, they are inseparable. However stupid it may sound, we love to watch these movies, over and over again. I have no count of how many times I have watched DDLJ (dilwale dulhaniya le jayenge). And to add to it, every time is like a first time watch. SRK is the first reason, of course. But another more important reason is I can relate to it. Love truly is uncertain. You never know when the person you keep fighting with and annoyingly tell your friends about, turns out to be the love of your life. This unpredictability is what makes love special. If we could plan when and who to fall in love with, it would have been a little less fascinating. A lot less fascinating I think. The uncertainity; I often thought of it as the beauty of love. Not anymore. Yesterday, watching "ishqzaade" I was so much in terms with reality. I do not know how many of you have watched it and how many of you liked it. I simply loved it. I could give a lot many reasons for that; Parineeti, the lead actress, did really well, she is so pretty, they looked cute together, the music was awesome and so on. But everything took back seat soon after the climax. Beyond acting and entertainment, the movie highlighted the core reality only to make me uneasy and keep thinking about it later on. My mind is still stuck to what I saw a day before. Can loving someone of different religion take away lives? Those innocent hearts died simply because they loved. Tragic.

They say do not expect anything from anyone. Is it applicable to one's own parents? They begin making you understand everything and they cease to understand you when you need them. Strange! Going back to the movie, I was amazed to see their parents running after their lives for being in love and wanting to get married. Shockingly amazed, I should say. How can someone who brought you up to face the world turn against you just because you desire to live with someone from a different religion? Zoya, a Muslim girl and Parma, a Hindu guy; they met, they talked and they fell in love. It was destiny. They never hurt their parents on purpose. Even if they did, unknowingly though, they deserved to be forgiven. When your own parents turn against you, you obviously cannot expect anything from the rest of the world. You become hopeless. I cannot say I know the feeling but I assume it to be pathetic. Even worse! I still remember Zoya say " aise situation mei hasi hi aati h". She trusted her parents to understand her and accept her love even after she knew they wanted to see her dead. She expected them to love her enough to forgive her; little did she know that her own father would try to shoot her. I was taken aback. How could her father bring himself to shoot her? It was just a movie though but still. Sometimes you don’t just watch a movie, you live it. Every incident had so much to say. The extent of helplessness was clearly depicted by the choice they made at the end. They killed each other. I can never imagine how it feels like to kill someone you love so dearly. I guess sometimes good bye is forever. Sigh. :( 

Their dead bodies were seen just to make sure they were dead, nothing else. How can parents not cry seeing their child dead? How could they kill them at the first place? Why is everyone so against inter cast and inter religion marriages? Could our so called mature elders grow up to think beyond religion? Does the special marriage act 1954, allow a Hindu and a Muslim to get married? If not, why such laws are not being made? Is it right to take away the lives of innocent people wanting to get married? The movie struck a chord. It really did. I have so many questions to ask and I have no one to ask them to. I feel uneasy, sad, suffocated; all at the same time.

“It’s strange how humans divided people into religions, castes, races only to forget humanity later on.”





THANKS! TO Shumali Sharma FOR THE ARTICLE.