There is so much opprobrium being heaped upon Advay right now, and understandably so. We the viewer are aware of the Dev hidden in Advay, of the machinations of Indrani to deceive the world about her role in the killing of Advay's parents, but Chandni isn't . So, if you look at it from her perspective, her life forthwith most certainly comprises of only a series of amavasyas.
Jakad liye hai chand ko kale ghanghor baadal
Reh gayi chandni unke girah mein hokar bebas
Intezaar hai uss samay ka
Jab kar na sakega baadal taghaful
Chandni ki shwaith sheetal roshni ko
Na chahkar bhi pighalna hoga usse
Toot kar bikharna hoga
Apne gham ko barasne dena hoga
Aur tab hoga Chandni ka imtihaan
Jab woh sametegi unn badalon ko
Apni roshni ki nirmalta mein baandhegi unko
Translation:
The moon lies trapped by the dark tumultuous angry clouds
Helpless lies the moonlight obnubilated
I await the time when
The clouds can ignore no longer
The unblemished purity of the moonlight
Unwillingly the clouds will be forced to melt
Forced To break and scatter
Forced to pour out their grief
And then will be the time of Chandni's trials
When she gathers those scattered clouds
And ties them together, enveloping them in her healing coolness
And through it all, Barun's prowess as an actor keeps me gripped. The nuances and shades of Advay that he portrays so effortlessly continue to compel me to vaar doon sab sense and sensibility uss par.
Ajeebo gareeb kapdein pehenkar bhi
Dikha toh dikha sirf usska chehra
Lal peele neele chaka chond roshni mein bhi
Dikhi toh dikhi sirf usski aankhein
Rote bilakte logon ke beech
Dikha toh dikha sirf usske Nani ki god mein behte ashk
Anginat hote anyay ke beech
Dikha toh dikha sirf phulon ki sage par usske pairon se behta lahu
Ab Kya naam doon iss paagalpan ko...
Translation:
Amidst the stranger than strange costumes
The only thing I could see was your face
Amidst the glare of garish multi hued lights
The only thing I could see were your eyes
Amidst the crowds of weeping people
The only thing I could see were the tears flowing as you lay in Nani's lap
Amidst the untold travesties being committed
The only thing I could see was the blood flowing from your feet on that sea of flowers
Now what should I name this madness...
That wall of framed photographs of his gorgeousness in Nani's room is mine in my head :-)
Fangirling much?! ;)
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