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Hum Dono

Jo khatm ho kisi jagah, ye aisa silsila nahi...

I remember that as a kid I used to like Dev Anand a lot. Thanks to the good old days of doordarshan there were  re-runs of movies like Tere ghar ke saamne, Kaala Paani, CID, Solva Saal.  And then there was the sunday morning Rangoli to catch Dev Sahab romancing Waheeda Rehman in 'Khoya khoya chaand....ho..ho' and crooning 'Tu kahan ye bata is nasheeli raat mein' on the streets. The least I could have done for this old love of mine was to watch 'Hum Dono-Rangeen' in theatre. And I loved it, specially the music.

The movie begins with an almost 4 minute long dialogue-less roothna-manaana scene which culminates in Mohd. Rafi pleading 'Abhi na jaao chhod kar, ki dil abhi bhara nahi'. Lovely. A few more minutes into the movie, the hero shares his lately acquired philosophy of life with us, 'Main zindagi ka saath nibhata chala gaya'.

Jo kho gaya main usko bhulata chala gaya...

And very soon, in the presence of sufficient alcohol in the glass and the system the hero complains, 'Kabhi khud pe kabhi haalaat pe rona aaya'. After all my favorite songs were over, I was completely satiated, not expecting anymore from the movie. It was then that I found a new favorite scene.

As usual the man lands up in a situation which was originally created by his foolishness and then he comes back home and sits quietly holding his head (and probably thinking about his stupidity).  The only thing the woman wants is a clear conversation about what is actually happening. Not a word is uttered. The woman pleads more. Then he complains of a headache and says 'Aisa lagta hai ki duniya bhar ke dukh mere sar pe aan gire hain'. In reply to this the woman sings these lines. I had never heard this version before. Simply loved it. 

Ki tumse main juda nahi, mujh se tum juda nahi...

Also, this is the only scene in the movie which moved me emotionally. It made me think that probably a similar situation will never arise in my life. Not because my man will never do anything stupid and come back with a headache. But because there will be no man at all. *Sigh*

That's a different story...may be sometime later I will write about it. 


sujaan said…
lovely post, and lovely songs... but, how are you so aure about your future... itna sure na hona shaz..
Shazia said…
Thanks Suzie. The next post (coming shortly) will tell you how and why I am so sure. :)
abhay said…
shaz.... nice post....
waiting for the coming mysterious one..:)
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All of them are in all time list of awesomest songs!!

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