Song 93:
Asha and Geeta were fun-filled voices, frolicksome and full of verve. But there are times when the most fun-filled heart goes through a low ebb. Nothing seems to work. Everything is dark and gloomy. Asha Bhosle could very well carry a pensive song convincingly too.
The movie has one of the rare roles with the hero playing a reporter, Jitendra (Dharmendra) who exposes dangerous working conditions in a mine owned by one of his employer's crooked creditors. He loses his job. When disaster strikes at the mine, Amita (Mala Sinha), daughter of the paper's deceased founder re-employs him. Her interest in him is more than just journalism. Unknown to her, her younger sister (Tanuja) is romantically linked to the reporter. The resultant conflict and anguish culminate in the sisters attempting to sacrifice their future happiness for the sake of the other.
This song composed by O P Nayyar and written by Sheven Rizvi and Aziz Kashmiri is almost in the ghazal genre, expressing unrequited love and the remorse that comes with it. There were times when no matter how close the singing-dancing diva was to her loved one, there seemed an unfathomable chasm between the two. Call it different ideologies or circumstances. Two hearts were left in the lurch. There were no clear answers.
It all seemed like a big figment of her imagination. Maybe he was just entertaining himself. Maybe this is how he was with everyone, oozing life and laughter wherever he went. Maybe to know him was to love him. But he loved the world, he loved humanity. She was a teeny weeny part of that huge world that he loved. While she felt she was fortunate to have been showered with the warmth of his seamless heart once, could she live by a vague, distant promise? No, maybe not.
She was selfish when it came to love, like all humans are. She wanted to own him, to always have him by her side, come ecstasy or illness. She wallowed in self pity. She shed a few lonesome tears. The night was long and endless and there was no light to be seen anywhere, for now....
Asha and Geeta were fun-filled voices, frolicksome and full of verve. But there are times when the most fun-filled heart goes through a low ebb. Nothing seems to work. Everything is dark and gloomy. Asha Bhosle could very well carry a pensive song convincingly too.
The movie has one of the rare roles with the hero playing a reporter, Jitendra (Dharmendra) who exposes dangerous working conditions in a mine owned by one of his employer's crooked creditors. He loses his job. When disaster strikes at the mine, Amita (Mala Sinha), daughter of the paper's deceased founder re-employs him. Her interest in him is more than just journalism. Unknown to her, her younger sister (Tanuja) is romantically linked to the reporter. The resultant conflict and anguish culminate in the sisters attempting to sacrifice their future happiness for the sake of the other.
This song composed by O P Nayyar and written by Sheven Rizvi and Aziz Kashmiri is almost in the ghazal genre, expressing unrequited love and the remorse that comes with it. There were times when no matter how close the singing-dancing diva was to her loved one, there seemed an unfathomable chasm between the two. Call it different ideologies or circumstances. Two hearts were left in the lurch. There were no clear answers.
It all seemed like a big figment of her imagination. Maybe he was just entertaining himself. Maybe this is how he was with everyone, oozing life and laughter wherever he went. Maybe to know him was to love him. But he loved the world, he loved humanity. She was a teeny weeny part of that huge world that he loved. While she felt she was fortunate to have been showered with the warmth of his seamless heart once, could she live by a vague, distant promise? No, maybe not.
She was selfish when it came to love, like all humans are. She wanted to own him, to always have him by her side, come ecstasy or illness. She wallowed in self pity. She shed a few lonesome tears. The night was long and endless and there was no light to be seen anywhere, for now....
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