1971.. and all that
1971 tere mere sapne, was a rather an extreme corruption of that a.j.cronin classic, the citadel. nevertheless, the movie, to me atleast, was a delight, to watch my favourite mumtaz blossoming finally into a full fledged heroine.
with the rather playful dev anand, she pulls of a secondary role, into a heartwarming display of wifely duty, ethics, and above all, a motherhood - lost and ultimately recovered.
much unlike the original citadel, where the good doctor pays a price for his deviance. bollywood can never hand over the loss of its heroine, a la the citadel or dr. zhivago.
no matter what, s.d.burman's songs are immortal, and on a rather damp, cold spring (?) evening in far away toronto, from where i saw this movie in 1972, a summery madras, in that eventful year, made the fateful decision, or formed it, into leaving permanently the country of my ancestors and daayaadhees.
so, here's an ode to the past, and eventually, life itself, which has turned out better than i had hoped...a song of wish..for life..enjoy.
jeevan....