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Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi

"Hazaaron khwaishein aisi ki har khwaish pe dam nikle.
Bahut nikle mere armaan lekin phir bhi kam nikle"

Though I am not a big fan of sher - o shayari, nor do I boast of being even slightly knowledgeable in this department but this one by Ghalib is a gem. The depth of it, and the truth in it say so much about about human existence and probably this truth escapes none in this universe, for everyone - no matter how significant or inconsequential his or her existence be in this myriad universe, be it an undernourished beggar on streets of Sub-Saharan Africa or the president of United States. They have their own small and big triumphs and failures - a million aspirations, few fulfilled and few not.

"Hazaaron khwaishein aisi" is also one of those 'awesome' kind of offbeat movies to have blessed Indian cinema few years ago. The backdrop of the movie is Indian political landscape of the 70s, but it is essentially about human aspirations - their successes and failures, thir yardsticks of success and failures and those unfulfilled wishes despite success. Of course, it has been excellently executed and showcased by Sudhir Mishra, Shiney Ahuja, Chitrangada Singh, Kay Kay Menon etc. to leave a lasting impression on the cine-goers.

In case you haven't seen this movie, watch it. It is awesome, in case you happen to like those kind of movies!

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  1. Anonymous11:38 PM, December 29, 2008

    Simply love this gem!! Ghalib was a true maestro!!

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