I put this here, not because I’ve been a silly little girl in love or a heartbroken woman caught up in a moment of impulse, but because I’ve been a soul so lost for so long that it took someone like you to help me find myself again. I put this here so that wherever I go, you will be with me every step of the way, as a reminder of how I got there, how many times I strayed from my path, and everything I had to become along the journey. Whenever something significant happens to me, I get a tattoo as a way of dealing with the pain, so I put this here because this time, you happened to me.
It’s so ironic that the best kind of love — a love that exists without conditions, without demands, without reasons, without questions, without bounds, without reserve, without self — is the only kind of love that can never be allowed to exist. It’s so bittersweet that after having discovered what it truly means to live our lives they way they should be lived, we have to give them up, even if it’s only temporarily, just to make other people happy. It’s almost laughable that after all the sacrifices and all the heartbreaks, we have to keep on sacrificing — all in the hope that one day, we will be able to break those barriers and live our lives once more.
Having failed to keep up with the alarmingly fast-paced Bollywood industry over the past decade or so, I’ve been reduced to watching mostly Shahrukh Khan’s movies because the man is an indisputably good actor, and he does not age like mere mortals. So were it not for the fact that I actually do speak and understand Hindi, and that I will never outgrow the Shahrukh Khan-Kajol collaborations — she being another one who simply does not age — I would probably have missed the release of Dilwale.
Seeing as I had nothing to do over the holidays, I decided to watch it the week after Christmas — and was sorely reminded of why I’ve always preferred to download and watch movies at home. It was almost impossible to concentrate on the movie in the cinema because I was surrounded by giggling, sighing, swooning girls who must have damned near wet themselves every time Shahrukh Khan and Kajol appeared in the same frame. So when I got home I downloaded the movie’s soundtrack and fell in love with the song Janam Janam.
It’s been a very long time since I actually liked any song from a Hindi movie (the last one being Tujh Mein Rab Dikhta Hai from Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi). This one struck a chord with me because it’s almost like a mantra that I’ll probably be chanting to myself every day for the next few years.