Watched Rang De Basanti again today. Alone and in dark. I remember the last time I watched it. We were in Final-Year Undergrad. Been about 4 years. It made a deeper mark on me this time. No, I don't support violent means for any end whatsoever. And this is not a film review either. What I want to pick from the movie is something else. Its passion. Or the very idea of having a passion. A passion which is dearer to you more than your life. For the revolutionaries, it was Azadi. For DJ & friends, it was ensuring that their martyr friend gets his due respects and that his culprits are punished. What hit me the most was when Aslam said "मुझे तो हमेशा लगता था हम किसी चीज़ के लिए लड़ जाएँ, ऐसा कोई जज्बा है ही नहीं हमारे अन्दर "
Why dont 'we' have a passion for something ? A passion which would bring a welcome change to our nation, our people, our next generation. Wars are not just fought on borders. They are also fought inside our societies, our cultures, our own minds and mindsets. War against corruption, war against inequality and injustice, war against tyranny to environment, are wars we all have to fight. We all are soldiers in these wars. Will we run back or nail the fight to the finish ? hmm..depends on how much passion we harbor. The way life is going right now, I for one, seem to be sitting on the fence :-(
क्यों सो रहे हैं लोग मेरे
देश के बेसुध हुए
क्यों आज भी मैं हूँ यहाँ
इन आसुओं को पीते हुए
अहले वतन काबिल नहीं
अब यही ख्वाहिश है मेरी
मौत से कुछ तो मिले
जी रहा हूँ दर-ब-दर
एक गैर से आसमान तले
चल ज़िन्दगी, चल ज़िन्दगी
हम भी कुछ करने चलें
और जब रुखसत करें
तीन रंग का कफ़न मिले
Why are people of my nation
sleeping so aloof
Why am I still here
crying by myself
O life ! you don't seem to
be worthy of my country
I wish my death
can be of some use.
Living door-to-door
under an unfamiliar sky
O life ! O life !
lets go do something
To depart this world
To depart this world
in a tri-colored shroud.
