Song 98:
When it came to melancholy songs of pain and remorse, Geeta Dutt's voice sliced the heart like a sugar-coated sledgehammer. The passage of time, estranged ties, two hearts that once beat as one had found their individual paths. Their conflicting ideologies created a chasm so deep that there was no looking back. Geeta Dutt at such times could temper her seductive lilt with sombre pathos. The mood was reflective, introspective. Could one have avoided this?
Where were the days when they could tide over all differences with good humour and immense love and empathy? Nothing was permanent. Nothing is permanent. People meet, attracted to each other like two charged atoms in the vast universe. They converge for some time, reflecting each other's glory, energising each other, feeding off each other's magnetism and charisma. Sooner or later the magic wears off. People move on. Or rediscover old, familiar patterns. You can shed some tears. Or harden and become cynical. You can only tell yourself-never again.
Geeta Dutt sailed through this expressive song written by Kaifi Azmi and composed by S D burman, that defined an epoch of winning and losing. There were no victory laps if your loved one was not there to share it with you. No matter how much you had wanted that milestone, when the one who mattered the most did not share your joy, the victory was incomplete, those bouquets were but paper flowers, kaghaz ke phool......
When it came to melancholy songs of pain and remorse, Geeta Dutt's voice sliced the heart like a sugar-coated sledgehammer. The passage of time, estranged ties, two hearts that once beat as one had found their individual paths. Their conflicting ideologies created a chasm so deep that there was no looking back. Geeta Dutt at such times could temper her seductive lilt with sombre pathos. The mood was reflective, introspective. Could one have avoided this?
Where were the days when they could tide over all differences with good humour and immense love and empathy? Nothing was permanent. Nothing is permanent. People meet, attracted to each other like two charged atoms in the vast universe. They converge for some time, reflecting each other's glory, energising each other, feeding off each other's magnetism and charisma. Sooner or later the magic wears off. People move on. Or rediscover old, familiar patterns. You can shed some tears. Or harden and become cynical. You can only tell yourself-never again.
Geeta Dutt sailed through this expressive song written by Kaifi Azmi and composed by S D burman, that defined an epoch of winning and losing. There were no victory laps if your loved one was not there to share it with you. No matter how much you had wanted that milestone, when the one who mattered the most did not share your joy, the victory was incomplete, those bouquets were but paper flowers, kaghaz ke phool......
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