‘Bichrey sabhi bari bari’: How sad it is for Salman Khan!

'Bichrey sabhi bari bari': How sad it is for Salman Khan!

'Bichrey sabhi bari bari': How sad it is for Salman Khan!

To lose one girl makes you Devdas; to lose four makes you Salman Khan. I know there is one naughty Salman hiding in every boy. We hear love songs, we love ‘love songs.

‘ We all look for unconditional love; we all want to feel love.

I AM tired of politics and politicians; I am tired of their crooked ways and I want to talk abou

t love – no hate. I am looking for solace in life myself! Real life is too cruel for thos
e who got their dreams fulfilled and even for those who failed in life. There is theory of natural balance that works in real life.

From ‘Jab pyar kiya to darna kya’ to ‘Julie – I love you’ and to the present day’s ‘Sunday ko pyar hua; Monday Iqrar Hua; One day na jane ab kya hoga’, I am looking for genuine love and genuine lovers. My exploration and expedition has brought me to Mumbai (It was Bombay when the story started).

It was the deep green blue sea and the waves were lashing the foundations of ‘The Gate Of India’ and they were playing the old melody on boats ‘Teri do takiya kee noukri, mera lakhon ka savan jai…’. Life was going smooth and a lot of friends were telling about their exploits, successes and break ups.

We know that even the most diffident and shy boys want to fall in love at some stage of life. They always try somewhere with someone. Success and failures are secondary as long you don‘t decide to cut your wrist with or jump from the harbour with a determined intention not to come out of the deep end. Personal life of the scribe is not relevant here as the love in the cottage are not worth to discuss. I want to talk about the love stories that involved larger than life personalities.

No I can‘t discuss about Nehru flirtations with Lady Mountbatten or Dilip – Madhubala’s tragedy. They are too reverential to bring in this mundane talk. I would like to talk about the smooth operator Salman Khan – the boy one of us.

To lose one girl makes you Devdas; to lose four makes you Salman Khan. I know there is one naughty Salman hiding in every boy. We hear love songs, we love ‘love songs.’ We all look for unconditional love; we all want to feel love. We think about it, hope for it, fantasise about it, go to great lengths to achieve it, and feel that our lives are incomplete without it. We try to get it and don’t get. This we realise after marriage also and before a break-up also. We all live in make-believe world that is full of compromises. The lack of unconditional love is the cause of most of our anger and confusion and our emotional need for unconditional love is just as great as our physical need for air and food.

I believe Salman Khan looked for unconditional love in Sangeeta, Somi, Aishwarya and now in Katrina. Someone should tell the unlucky boy – he is looking for sprite!

The crux of the problem is – he is unaware of what unconditional love really is. You get it only from your parents and that also up to a certain age. Once you cross the milestone even the parental love becomes conditional. Crossing that threshold, our parents show their love and appreciation only when we do the right things—when we were clean, quiet, obedient and otherwise ‘good’— they love us. They smile at us and speak in gentle tones. But once we jump the lines from naughtiness to nastiness we are ‘bad’, and all those signs of ‘love’ instantly vanish. The first lesson of nature is – love is conditional, that we had to buy ‘love’ from the people around us with our words and behaviour.

So what kind of love Salman is looking for?

Real love! What is real love? Real love is caring about the happiness of another person without any thought for what we might get for ourselves. Real love is when we make foolish mistakes, when we fail to do what other people want, and even when we get in their way, but they don’t feel disappointed or irritated at us.

You are lucky if you get the real love and that love alone has the power to heal all wounds and create relationships quite beyond our present capacity to imagine. Salman Khan lives in a world of glinting crystals and frothing luxuries and here what you get what you got. Give up the dreams for . Settle in life with the new realities before it is too late.

Naim Naqvi

Naim Naqvi

Did his graduation in Science discipline from AMU in 1972-73. He was Secretary of University Ali Society in 1970 and M.M. Hall Literary Society in early 70 's and member of Tayyabji Literary Society. Did his Diploma in Bakery Administration from HTT College Oxford Street London in 1987. Worked with National Herald - Delhi, Blitz - Bombay as Trainee Journalist and in Production Department with 'Naya Sansar Pictures' of Khwaja Ahmed Abbas at Bombay in early 70's. Traveled for study and training purposes to Germany, U.K., Switzerland, France, Dubai, Oman, AbuDhabi, Bahrain and Philepines.

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