जाने क्यूँ दिन में भी कभी कभी अँधेरा होता है,
पर ये भी सच है की हर रात के बाद ही सवेरा होता है.
जाने क्यूँ जीत से पहले हार का एक नजराना ज़रूर होता है,
पर हार का पैमाना पता नही क्यूँ हमेशा ही पाना होता है.
जाने क्यूँ ये दिल अनजाना कुछ पाना चाहता है,
पर मिलती फिर भी हर ओर निराशा है.
जाने क्यूँ ये दिल एक नया आसमान चाहता है,
जिसमे एक अनोखा अपना आशियाँ बनाने की आशा है.
जाने क्यूँ फिर भी एक उम्मीद हमेशा पलती है,
कि समय के साथ साथ हर प्रार्थना फलती है.
Guido who wants to go ahead for opening a bookstore,takes a job as a waiter in the interim.Lives with Uncle(forgotten Uncle's name),and loves Dora,the school teacher(from an aristocratic Italian family) and Dora's parents want her to marry a well-to do civil servant.The Indianness of the movie comes where Dora runs with her lover from her engagement.They get married,have a happy family inclusive of a son:Giosue.Here again there's another Indian aspect ki love marriage k baad maa baap ne accept nhi kia and d bechari daughter n mother r estranged,but,they reconcile finallllllllly,before Giosue's fourth birthday.
A Nazi Concentration Camp,attended by Uncle,Guido & Giosue.Mum Dora(only 1 in red in train as compared to the dark colored clothes others are wearing) goes to her mum.Bollywood Flick "Tara Rum Pum Pum" would surely have taken the inspiration of their poorness as a game to the kids from this movie where Guido tries to convince Giosue badly that The Nazi Concentration Camp is a game.And The camp guards ought to be mean because they want tanks for themselves.Surrounded by rampant death and people and all their sicknesses.The innocent child came easily in the trap,thanx to the wonderful show by his dad and his convincing power of course.
The caring father dies trying to find d mother and making his child laugh even in his last moments.Giosue reunited with Dora..Giosue realizes years later his father's sacrifice.The movie however in both rewind and forward mode is narrated by Giosue himself.
A touching story..Loved it...Got tears badly in my eyes..
Saw it thanxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx to 2 new friends(Courtesy:EduMENTOR) Anujay Mathur aand Abhinav Malhotra...Keep referring me good movies...
Sometimes I ponder as to who am I,
Just a puppet in God's hands,
Or am I an obedient girl at my place,
Or still to go,
A strict teacher at work?
Or A student who really wants to make things work?
Am I a die-hard romantic,
Or hopelessly romantic am I,
Or should I call myself as,
Some one who would never tread this path of love,
Coz maybe because,
Thats the way I am and have been.
May be I am,
Just a simple girl,
swaying along with life's realities,
but flamboyant of course,
to make my presence felt,
At all certain times for sure.
(To be contd............)
दोस्त मिलते हैं,
कुछ बिछड़ जाते हैं,
कुछ लोग नए दोस्त बनाके,
फिर उन्हें ही भूल जाते हैं.
कुछ को आसान नहीं लगता ये सफ़र,
कुछ को कभी लगता है भंवर,
कुछ को लगती है ये काँटों की डगर,
पर सबसे आसान है इसकी ही डगर.
ऐ मुस्तफा दोस्ती में हमेशा जीत नहीं होती
पर इससे गहरी कोई [प्रीत नहीं होती,
दोस्त ही हो सकते हैं सुख-दुःख के मीत,
जी लो इन पलों को इससे पहले ये जाएँ बीत.
A simple girl,
who loves living life,
Shuffling herself,
In the middle of every trife,
Totally in for,
The novelty in her life,
But still for success,
She will always thrive.
Family is really important,
Close friends really few,
But making new friends,
Is indeed not like short-lived drops of dew.
Jolly and cheerful is she,
Dynamism and vigor filled in by thee,
Passionate for whatever she does,
Believes in setting various trends.
The girl I have been explaining about,
Such a rare creature is she,
And don't feel irritated now,
That i was actually telling you about me.
A certain thought,
flashes over my mind again and again.
Y does Rain God not bless us all over again?
A sudden and impromtu shower the other day,
was such a beautiful surprise at the bay.
It was a surprise gift by thee,
which filled us all with utter happiness and anxiety.
Pakoras and coffee are indeed the best of treats.
On such a day,
If out with friends,
All sadness on its own bends,
Happiness,fun,frolic all around,
Wud Love to in such rain drench down.
In case of spontaneous programs being made,
wud love long drives with friends' houses in middle to raid,
And masti fully all over again,
Y does Rain God not bless us all over again?
The sunny afternoons loosing their way,
Air-conditioned rooms being disposed away,
With everyone willing to step out of home in no vain,
Y does Rain God not bless us all over again?
