" Jab bhi jii chahey nayi duniya basaa letey hain log .... " is a very famous yesteryear song from a Yash Chopra film . Written by Sahir Ludhianvi and sung by Lata Mangeshkar, it has been giving word to the feelings of thousands of broken hearts ever since it hit the scene.
I often wonder why it kind of hypnotises people whenever they listen to it .......
It could be the melodiously touching composition so expertly created by Lakshmikant-Pyarelal.
It could also be the soulfully profound rendition from an emotionally charged Lata ji.
Or even the remarkable picturisation highlighted by a sorrowful lonely night and Sharmila ji looking almost like a white burning candle......
But I'm sure the reason is deeper than what the eyes can see .......
I think Sahir Ludhianvi's words touch a raw nerve in the deepest corner of a broken heart...... .
It is said that "when you are happy you listen to the music, but when you are sad you understand the lyrics" and so every heart that experienced a breach of trust identifies with this perpetually flowing cascade of pain
The poet very honestly states that "Hum hi nadaan thay jo odha biitii yaadon ka kafan...."
And how true it is ...... Strangely we often choose to live in an unhappy past and wallow in self pity .....
The bare ( and may be a lot harsh ) truth is that every memory is capable of withering and fading away with time. But sometimes we are too possessive of the past .... and bizzarely fearful of letting it go away. So we try to keep it alive in the form of a dry flower between the pages of an old book, or like a melancholy song in our heart .... or at times like permanent impressions of mutilated petals, torn wings and broken leaves on the open palms of our hands ............
And at the same time we try to convince ourselves that we have moved on ......
But every once in a while we are unpleasantly reminded that actually, not we, but them, who hurt us have moved on .... and away .... !!!
I wonder why it is not possible for the one who is suffering to come out of that distressing situation, shake off the misery and with the gait of a winner march ahead to find a beautiful world outside one's limited horizon of sadness.
In love with nauseatingly stale memories for eternity, ironically people don't realise how unforgiving they are to themselves.
Understand this : your tormentors have moved ahead.
They don't need you.
They never loved you.
And they are now nothing more than a memory.
Let the memories be.
Do not stagnate and strangulate your present for memories.
Move on ......
And move on with dignity and truthfulness .....
Forgive yourself.
Liberate yourself.
Choose happiness ......
And celebrate the freedom that allows you to choose happiness.
I often wonder why it kind of hypnotises people whenever they listen to it .......
It could be the melodiously touching composition so expertly created by Lakshmikant-Pyarelal.
It could also be the soulfully profound rendition from an emotionally charged Lata ji.
Or even the remarkable picturisation highlighted by a sorrowful lonely night and Sharmila ji looking almost like a white burning candle......
But I'm sure the reason is deeper than what the eyes can see .......
I think Sahir Ludhianvi's words touch a raw nerve in the deepest corner of a broken heart...... .
It is said that "when you are happy you listen to the music, but when you are sad you understand the lyrics" and so every heart that experienced a breach of trust identifies with this perpetually flowing cascade of pain
The poet very honestly states that "Hum hi nadaan thay jo odha biitii yaadon ka kafan...."
And how true it is ...... Strangely we often choose to live in an unhappy past and wallow in self pity .....
The bare ( and may be a lot harsh ) truth is that every memory is capable of withering and fading away with time. But sometimes we are too possessive of the past .... and bizzarely fearful of letting it go away. So we try to keep it alive in the form of a dry flower between the pages of an old book, or like a melancholy song in our heart .... or at times like permanent impressions of mutilated petals, torn wings and broken leaves on the open palms of our hands ............
And at the same time we try to convince ourselves that we have moved on ......
But every once in a while we are unpleasantly reminded that actually, not we, but them, who hurt us have moved on .... and away .... !!!
I wonder why it is not possible for the one who is suffering to come out of that distressing situation, shake off the misery and with the gait of a winner march ahead to find a beautiful world outside one's limited horizon of sadness.
In love with nauseatingly stale memories for eternity, ironically people don't realise how unforgiving they are to themselves.
Understand this : your tormentors have moved ahead.
They don't need you.
They never loved you.
And they are now nothing more than a memory.
Let the memories be.
Do not stagnate and strangulate your present for memories.
Move on ......
And move on with dignity and truthfulness .....
Forgive yourself.
Liberate yourself.
Choose happiness ......
And celebrate the freedom that allows you to choose happiness.
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