I am a die hard fan of Shaharukh .Isn't this reason enough to rate the movie with five stars .
Suri ji-( a common man couldn't get more special when played by SRK), a polite, non-descript employee of Punjab Power Corporation finds himself married to a girl, he fell in love with at first sight. But the the new bride nurtures no rosy dreams of their life together. She cannot love him though is ready to play a dutiful wife, cleaning, cooking and packing homemade lunch for SRK's office.The wife is well looked after, introduced to the man's social circle with respect, taken out for movies and secretly loved too.
Isn't this a story which resonates with any middle class family, where marriage just means running a household efficiently. There is no manifestation of love in words or even actions. Suri leaves a note along with a rose bud for his wife but promptly removes it on a second thought. Aren't most husband's scared of telling their wives that, "dear you make my heart quip?" Believe me, this is true, no surveys required for this.
This new age husband, Suri, has no wish to dominate his wife. He respects all her decisions including that of living in separate rooms, amongst others.Wife expresses her wish to join a happening dance class in the town, and the encouragement comes in the form of fees money. Here too Suri ji shies away from exhibiting any interest in his wife's pursuits. Allowing her to follow her heart is 'love' enough.
Now comes the twist: shy, laid back , reluctant as the hero is, there is a flip side to his otherwise somber stance. Suri too wants to throw caution to the winds and yearns to gyrate along with his wife. Disguised as a yuppie he too joins the dance class and as god has already willed, is paired with his wife. And gosh!!! wife is unable to recognize her husband. Call it "bollywood ishtyle" but this is a perfect symbolic representation of real situation. Don't we all fail to appreciate what is so easily available to us, acknowledge which is so obvious.
Raj avtaar of Suri ji is all what a young wife could have asked for, she has all his attention and admiration. Unaware of her husband's love(as Suri ji never dares to express it) Channi even contemplates staring life afresh with Raj. Suri ji too is adamant on being admired and accepted the way he is, wearing trainers with formals, sporting moustache, downcast eyes and minimal words. ...... Why? Oh! Why?... why can't he tell his wife what he feels? Is it shameful to be shamelessly in love with your own wedded partner when as an admirer he can write
" I love you" all over the town.
This evident,visible, un-mistakable parallel which the film draws with any Indian marriage makes it watchable. The movie is an anecdote, a romantic drama, where hero has fight his own alter-ego to woe his love. The strife between the hero and the "hero" is the simulation of usual issues in any marriage, be it arranged by parents or by the partners themselves.
Still the bond, moral, social and legal , which is conferred by marriage, holds two persons so dissimilar in attitude together, forever.
tujhme rab dhikta hai, yaara mein kya karoon...
Suri ji-( a common man couldn't get more special when played by SRK), a polite, non-descript employee of Punjab Power Corporation finds himself married to a girl, he fell in love with at first sight. But the the new bride nurtures no rosy dreams of their life together. She cannot love him though is ready to play a dutiful wife, cleaning, cooking and packing homemade lunch for SRK's office.The wife is well looked after, introduced to the man's social circle with respect, taken out for movies and secretly loved too.
Isn't this a story which resonates with any middle class family, where marriage just means running a household efficiently. There is no manifestation of love in words or even actions. Suri leaves a note along with a rose bud for his wife but promptly removes it on a second thought. Aren't most husband's scared of telling their wives that, "dear you make my heart quip?" Believe me, this is true, no surveys required for this.
This new age husband, Suri, has no wish to dominate his wife. He respects all her decisions including that of living in separate rooms, amongst others.Wife expresses her wish to join a happening dance class in the town, and the encouragement comes in the form of fees money. Here too Suri ji shies away from exhibiting any interest in his wife's pursuits. Allowing her to follow her heart is 'love' enough.
Now comes the twist: shy, laid back , reluctant as the hero is, there is a flip side to his otherwise somber stance. Suri too wants to throw caution to the winds and yearns to gyrate along with his wife. Disguised as a yuppie he too joins the dance class and as god has already willed, is paired with his wife. And gosh!!! wife is unable to recognize her husband. Call it "bollywood ishtyle" but this is a perfect symbolic representation of real situation. Don't we all fail to appreciate what is so easily available to us, acknowledge which is so obvious.
Raj avtaar of Suri ji is all what a young wife could have asked for, she has all his attention and admiration. Unaware of her husband's love(as Suri ji never dares to express it) Channi even contemplates staring life afresh with Raj. Suri ji too is adamant on being admired and accepted the way he is, wearing trainers with formals, sporting moustache, downcast eyes and minimal words. ...... Why? Oh! Why?... why can't he tell his wife what he feels? Is it shameful to be shamelessly in love with your own wedded partner when as an admirer he can write
" I love you" all over the town.
This evident,visible, un-mistakable parallel which the film draws with any Indian marriage makes it watchable. The movie is an anecdote, a romantic drama, where hero has fight his own alter-ego to woe his love. The strife between the hero and the "hero" is the simulation of usual issues in any marriage, be it arranged by parents or by the partners themselves.
Still the bond, moral, social and legal , which is conferred by marriage, holds two persons so dissimilar in attitude together, forever.
tujhme rab dhikta hai, yaara mein kya karoon...
