The Chain of Transmission

The chain of transmission is a beautiful phenomenon. One thing leads to another. Recently I had watched Talvar and despite the whole essence of the story, this time the particular focus was on Irfan and Tabu's crumbling marriage ( "alag hone ki bhi koi vajah nahi, toh sath rehne ki bhi koi vajah nahi"). There's a particular scene when Tabu hands their wedding album to him as something which belongs to him and Irfan asks him whether she has watched the movie IJAZAT, and this is how I landed on this masterpiece. What a nice culmination. What an absolute heartbreaking story to watch. The movie revolves around two people who separated and one fine day met in the waiting room of a railway station while it was raining torrentially. I cant explain how I felt about this movie but one thing I realised, life doesn't give you second chances or maybe it does give you second chances but you can't see them at the right time. Both move on. Everything goes fine up until one day you both meet again and everything starts coming back to you. This time you get to see a lot of what you didnt notice the last time. This time it's just for those realisations. Nothing goes back to the same. Nothing changes and yet everything does. When you leave something behind, you gain something too. Another day I was asked how do you deal with the loneliness and I said I go to sleep, or I watch movies and write blogs, but writing all that made me wonder am I really dealing with it all ? Or I am just finding ways to ignore it ? Maybe we are all just ignoring it, maybe we are all filling the empty spaces with all the momentary stuff. Maybe all we are trying is to fill the void but it's too big to be filled. For now I will say watch this movie, I was a fan of Naseeruddin shah but today after watching it I became a fan of Rekha too. Zindagi bhi toh ek waiting room hi hai. Here are a few quotes - 

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