Even today I recollect that night when I saw highway movie for the first time in my life. It touched me somewhere by leaving an indelible mark deep down. Imtiaz sir's movies have always tickled pink for having a hold over the content. But highway indeed moved me...simply moved me ! I associate my story to veera's as I feel the same emotion which she does in the movie.
It made me realize the essence of a path...a way...a pavement where there's no trace of end. Whenever I walk down a path, I feel like moving on and on without turning back. I could hear the end calling me out loud to grab me, but I know there's no such end on a path. Still...I'll be moving ahead even if stumbled upon. Coz I always perceive the urge to recede far from the fake faces and halt at a place where even memories connected to them wont reach. And then that one place, where the serene stretch holds me, the calm trees enfolds me and the boundless sky somewhere moulds me. Staying between four walls is always a wrath as if a Phoenix being caged. I feel free when I inhale the fresh breeze out that kisses my cheeks gently to make me feel more revived ! Juz like veera feels when she confesses to mahabir in the moving truck with that one dialogue, it made me have goosebumps on my arms, 'Tum mujhe jahan se lekar aaye ho mai wahan wapas nahi jaana chahti, jahan bhi le jaa rahe ho wahan pohochna nahi chahti. Par jo yeh raasta hai bohot achha hai, mai chahti hu ke yeh raasta kabhi khatam na ho'....what mesmerizing lines they are !
You can never have the courage to embrace pain until you hit rock bottom. Having an upheaval is like having a story, a mysterious story. And when you smile while carrying that mysterious story...knowingly or unknowingly, it reveals a myriad of secrets. That warm feeling...when someone touched me by emanating a pure sense of genuine love, but what happened when that touch transformed into the most deadliest touch of my life? It tormented me by haunting the mind while leaving me in a complete traumatic state day and night. The voice afraid to roar at that time bt there was a constant scream roaring too hard frm the bruises. I wish, someone cud have heard... My moist tears cudnt narrate the brutal story bcoz of the fear of being judged by the society. Days melted into weeks, weeks into months, months into years n now those tears have drained, bt that incident nvr faded away frm my mind, it juz went underground. Similar to Veera, she cudnt forget the incident happened to her in the bathroom. Apart from all her family members, Why being with a ruthless criminal made her feel comfortable n most importantly contented...?
The bruises heal when a consoling companion is found. No adherence, no affinity , no bond...it's juz the presence that save lives frm drowning into the misery. Being with a companion not juz divides sorrow but also fulfills the wish to Confide, it leads to live our lives and not simply survive. Its the hand of an empathetic which holds us when life knocks down unceremoniously. The real u lingers with the person and not the one which other people desperately want u to be like. That person is alike a second self who comprehends sentiments to the heart's content ! Mahabir gave veera what she wanted, what she aspired,what she dreamt of all through her life. He made the road as the burning desire of veera which engulfed her into it. He heard the screech evoking out from her pain.
I don't see, I observe...I don't overhear, I listen...Few movies juz don't pass through me, I feel them from the depth of my heart. Do u?
- Ambika Chilveri
It made me realize the essence of a path...a way...a pavement where there's no trace of end. Whenever I walk down a path, I feel like moving on and on without turning back. I could hear the end calling me out loud to grab me, but I know there's no such end on a path. Still...I'll be moving ahead even if stumbled upon. Coz I always perceive the urge to recede far from the fake faces and halt at a place where even memories connected to them wont reach. And then that one place, where the serene stretch holds me, the calm trees enfolds me and the boundless sky somewhere moulds me. Staying between four walls is always a wrath as if a Phoenix being caged. I feel free when I inhale the fresh breeze out that kisses my cheeks gently to make me feel more revived ! Juz like veera feels when she confesses to mahabir in the moving truck with that one dialogue, it made me have goosebumps on my arms, 'Tum mujhe jahan se lekar aaye ho mai wahan wapas nahi jaana chahti, jahan bhi le jaa rahe ho wahan pohochna nahi chahti. Par jo yeh raasta hai bohot achha hai, mai chahti hu ke yeh raasta kabhi khatam na ho'....what mesmerizing lines they are !
You can never have the courage to embrace pain until you hit rock bottom. Having an upheaval is like having a story, a mysterious story. And when you smile while carrying that mysterious story...knowingly or unknowingly, it reveals a myriad of secrets. That warm feeling...when someone touched me by emanating a pure sense of genuine love, but what happened when that touch transformed into the most deadliest touch of my life? It tormented me by haunting the mind while leaving me in a complete traumatic state day and night. The voice afraid to roar at that time bt there was a constant scream roaring too hard frm the bruises. I wish, someone cud have heard... My moist tears cudnt narrate the brutal story bcoz of the fear of being judged by the society. Days melted into weeks, weeks into months, months into years n now those tears have drained, bt that incident nvr faded away frm my mind, it juz went underground. Similar to Veera, she cudnt forget the incident happened to her in the bathroom. Apart from all her family members, Why being with a ruthless criminal made her feel comfortable n most importantly contented...?
The bruises heal when a consoling companion is found. No adherence, no affinity , no bond...it's juz the presence that save lives frm drowning into the misery. Being with a companion not juz divides sorrow but also fulfills the wish to Confide, it leads to live our lives and not simply survive. Its the hand of an empathetic which holds us when life knocks down unceremoniously. The real u lingers with the person and not the one which other people desperately want u to be like. That person is alike a second self who comprehends sentiments to the heart's content ! Mahabir gave veera what she wanted, what she aspired,what she dreamt of all through her life. He made the road as the burning desire of veera which engulfed her into it. He heard the screech evoking out from her pain.
I don't see, I observe...I don't overhear, I listen...Few movies juz don't pass through me, I feel them from the depth of my heart. Do u?
- Ambika Chilveri
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