Shu chau jagtamasahya: heat: sagarjaguruvarniyatbhitarasyakatva bhuvan virkinihrudayam vivesh!
This is the line of Muktak, an ancient poet named Lahangchandra. The desolate heart says in it - in the rainy season (due to the downpour of cloudless rain) the heat and sunshine that has left the earth in fear due to the rain streams with the roaring sky, has settled in my heart!
What a thing! It is raining heavily now and it is 'Gorambhayo'. Our ancient 'calendar' of seasons needs some adjustment. In the last few years, Shravan Bhadarva has sometimes gone as far as Aso. Sawan or Suha is inextricably linked with the season: Vipralambhashrungar! Just like the love affair between a man and a woman, it is an adornment. But instead of yoga, weaning is a paradox. It is said that Bhasma Kamadeva was resurrected from the third eye of Shiva with the blessing of Shiva, in the meantime there was a lament like Siva Puja. Cupid's wife Rati cried in Piuviraha, then got the blessing of getting the broken pair back. But there is music of compassionate melody in the cry of the lover Haiyan. The pain of separation is a lot of fun, like digging a hole. That is the beauty. Its poetic, pictorial humor is expressed. Madanban with the anguish of memories (this is a Sanskrit word, the other is: kamajavar, javar means fever, fever) the pain of piercing!
According to Greek mythology, the god Zeus created a woman named 'Idolon' from a combination of light and fog, who had a shape but no body! Like beauties made of silver clouds. The man who saw her would fall in love with her shining hypnotic form. But those women are just an illusion created by light and mist. There is a story similar to that of Shadow, that the original Helen of Troy was imprisoned in Egypt, and that such a three-dimensional form of it reached Prince Paris! The original form of Idolon, like the 3D hologram, remained untouched. But as the cloud can be seen, can be moved but cannot be touched and touched!
If you sit in a plane across the clouds and pass by, only the sky will be clear. Love is also a fog. Refreshing, fragrant, like dew. Lets soak. Lets go. But as time passes, the sun rises and evaporates, then it evaporates. No doubt, long lasting. There are happy couples in lovemarriages. But it takes effort. Adjustments have to be made. You just have to be more discriminating with the help you render toward other people. Love is a natural thing, instant intimate feeling. Don't put so much effort into it. If the tide rises from within. There is no understanding, there is madness. There is no compromise, there is surrender.
Just like in winter, the bones that have been broken before and after are broken from the inside, in the monsoon - in the rainy solitude, the broken hay sometimes sucks from inside! Just like a shower of rain washes away the dirt on a leaf and makes it a pure green, sometimes the veil on the heart flows. A situation like Kishore-Gulzar's Benmoon song happens: Jahan se tum mod mood gaye the, wo mod ab bhi vahin pade hai .... not a person, but the turn of separation is still there. Tourists pass by, but the roads remain there. Hum apne paaron me na jaane kitne bhanwar lapet hue khade hai!
There is talk of storms everywhere these days. There is less interest in the story of romance, as if the world that has stopped running, has fallen, it is raining heavily and we do not remember the chances of romance slipping away? So without it, let's say the corona has become oxygen deprived!
If you are fond of watching English films after reading the subtitles, then there is a wonderful film, 'Spanglish' which shows Adam Sandler in a normal role rather than a normal comic role. Confluence of Spanish and English by name. But the 2009 film, written by James Brooks, is not bilingual. It is a symbol. That is, on two cultures or two attitudes. One is a strong personality on the outside but also a delicate personality on the inside.
Romantic movies are like a love affair on the phone. Its statement is difficult. But if you pass through this, you will pass through the sandalwood forest sniffing roses on the road covered with parijat, it seems! Spanglish is a story of unmatched minds that cannot be matched. To give an excerpt of which means to print a photo of a perfume bottle!
Paz Vega is a Spanish single mother who left her homeland in an expensive area of America to live with her Valsoy youngest daughter, with her beautiful appearance and temperament. I don't know English - I haven't even had an affair to raise a girl. There is also a deeper understanding. There is clarity. The work is chewy.
At the opposite end is a housekeeper of the same age who keeps him as a housekeeper. Not bad in nature. Is also confused. I don't know what is wanted, even in an extramarital affair, it is like looking away from a loving husband. The solution to every question is money. Give gifts to your children if they are upset. But the head of the house is still there. Despite being a renowned chef, he knows the difference between worldly success and personal ease. Despite his wife's shortcomings, he ignores them for the sake of the children and the home.
Her artistic soul has realized after the initial love has subsided, that this character cannot understand her as a fellow traveler. But he feels sorry for not being treated unfairly. The man's mother-in-law angrily tells her daughter-in-law that you will not find such a person nowadays. You are losing it in your strange superstitions. Instead of being self-centered, pay attention to her feelings and if you don't pay attention, the world will get worse!
And naturally, everyone feels the closeness of living with characters who somehow feel incomplete. After a few contradictions, the mutual attraction of finding the missing in oneself becomes the step of love. The filmmakers deliberately did not reveal some of the questions that are typically given to tell the story of Adhurap. Namely, the past relationship of the Spanish housekeeper. A captain like Dhoni is a cool chef and a copper-clad housekeeper who looks more graceful because of his natural curves than Jotavent Cosmetic American Gori.
But it is understood in the language of silence, the music of life, as found by chef Adam and housekeeper Vega after a fight at home, a drunken atmosphere like drizzle at night. Slow rumbling music. Adam cooks himself. Vega is feeling right. It burns slowly. The two have come very close, in solitude. First from the mind, then from the body ... but Vega can see a little farther. He knows that no matter the depth of this relationship, there is no length. Not only the married family man Adam's wife, the lifestyle is different. By losing his own daughter in it, 'shells' like Amir Sethani will become plastic. For that future, he will have to put an end to this love story.
This is the scene of Adhurap's sweetness. A full floor is to be touched with a light touch. This is a scene like poetry. In which there is less deprivation at Milan.
The blinds of the candle light dinner and the darkness that is about to depart from here dance together in it. Let's watch the rest of the film. More games than pubs are in relationships. Some of my belongings have passed you, a little salt, a little sharp pain. Love fades, but the memories of companionship do not fade. Anarkali type masonry has to be done around it with determination.
Moisture from the rain can sometimes cause it to loosen. Again 'waterproofing' has to be done with mindfulness and other activities. Broken ties are like broken glass. Glossy but edged. If the sun is shining on the car, clean it by turning the wiper constantly, and it will be wiped again immediately. It's been a long time since I've seen the net. Especially when one character is practical and the other is emotional.
The relationship is built on the desire to grow together. Even more space is needed for further growth, whether it is a tree or a love. People who fall in love with each other are not created to live together. The cloud rains for them. For the cursed yakshas sitting far away from Alkapuri! More development, more space, less proximity, less sensation! Sensation means even-suffering. Not only each other's laughter or fun, the pains become the same. It is as if one's illness gives the other a hiccup.
After that, the organic relationship continues to be artificial. Inquiry from digital news distance, smileys. But the fingers of Vidhata rotating on the distance wire seem to be cut. Harsh Brahmbhatt's verses are: "In the abyss where the cloud surrounds, the mind of the clay explodes." It happens that one's sixteen years are washed away like a star friend of sixteen seconds - at the wink of an eye. Michael Faudo writes for such drunkenness: I became so obsessed with you, that I even convinced myself that you loved me! I was so lost in your thoughts that I assumed your love was not yours!
There is certainty in righteousness. There is uncertainty in love. That is why religious people have objections to the romantic approach. They think this is childish stupidity. We just have stability. But I don't like to lean against the steep stone walls. Also like a steady flying, falling green grass! That is to say, water must flow by breaking the bondage of water (stone).
But this is the rainpain of the same savanagan, that not only new buds burst. As the top layer is washed away the old cavities come out breaking the road. Which is exposed to a hurricane that cannot be filled immediately. A confluence of lightning and wires burns a tree with its roots. Arguments erupt in the muddy mud and lies of misunderstanding, the rumbling creatures of the ego.
Despite such a sweet relationship, as scientists speak of a parallel universe, there will be a separate universe of relationships that remain incomplete in a flowing stream without any major mistakes or incidents. Where mental memory and dreams will form fictional scenes. Yun hota to kya hota nu lala land! Population will be registered in NRC. Where will the register of the abandoned of such incomplete sweet stories be?
Surdas's 'Bhramargeet' is like sitting outside the window and cooling the air by dimming the sun in the afternoon rain, it is like sitting in the gray light and reading. Taking leave of Vraja, Krishna becomes great and expands. But Radhabhav, the gopis are forever destitute and are waiting. Uddhav carries his message. But who cares about the message? Murali's wait for the messenger freezes forever. Radha-Krishna is not living together, that is why we feel complete in the form of love. Stay connected. In this, perfection gradually appears incomplete. The little things happen. Taken for Granted.
But in the incomplete, the decoration is to be done with the brush of the mind. So the warmth of 'If it were like this, it wouldn't happen like this' remains alert. There is a pit in the rain of reality, in the monsoon of fantasy there is a dance of dripping rain water. The love that is not fulfilled, continues. When done, the mystery will disappear forever. Then there will be reunion, there will be no love! Nudity does not attract attraction after a while, but the art of covering in a way that can be imagined openly flutters the wings of intoxicating butterflies. Classic love stories are tragic. Imperfection is desire, is life. There is perfection. Death is.
How long does it take to take an umbrella and soak in the feeling of getting wet? Thirsty year, even inside, thirst for something!
Xing Thing
"Leave someone alone, even if he leaves, but don't leave any other question in anyone's mind, only you can give him the answer!"
(Naresh Gurjar)
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