The Compelling Barun Sobti

 

There is so much opprobrium being heaped upon Advay right now, and understandably so. We the viewer are aware of the Dev hidden in Advay, of the machinations of Indrani to deceive the world about her role in the killing of Advay’s parents, but Chandni isn’t . So, if you look at it from her perspective, her life forthwith most certainly comprises of only a series of amavasyas.

 

Jakad liye hai chand ko kale ghanghor baadal

Reh gayi chandni unke girah mein hokar bebas

 

Intezaar hai uss samay ka

Jab kar na sakega baadal taghaful

Chandni ki shwaith sheetal roshni ko

 

Na chahkar bhi pighalna hoga usse

Toot kar bikharna hoga

Apne gham ko barasne dena hoga

 

Aur tab hoga Chandni ka imtihaan

Jab woh sametegi unn badalon ko

Apni roshni ki nirmalta mein baandhegi unko

 

Translation:

The moon lies trapped by the dark tumultuous angry clouds

Helpless lies the moonlight obnubilated

 

I await the time when

The clouds can ignore no longer

The unblemished purity of the moonlight

 

Unwillingly the clouds will be forced to melt

Forced To break and scatter

Forced to pour out their grief

 

And then will be the time of Chandni’s trials

When she gathers those scattered clouds

And ties them together, enveloping them in her healing coolness

 

 

And through it all, Barun’s prowess as an actor keeps me gripped. He is both the predator and the victim. And seamlessly gets the viewer behind both these avatars. The nuances and shades of Advay that he portrays so effortlessly continue to compel me to vaar doon sab sense and sensibility uss par.

 

 

Ajeebo gareeb kapdein pehenkar bhi

Dikha toh dikha sirf usska chehra

 

Lal peele neele chaka chond roshni mein bhi

Dikhi toh dikhi sirf usski aankhein

 

Rote bilakte logon ke beech

Dikha toh dikha sirf usske Nani ki god mein behte ashk

Anginat hote anyay ke beech

 

Dikha toh dikha sirf phulon ki sage par usske pairon se behta lahu

Ab Kya naam doon iss paagalpan ko…

 

Translation:

Amidst the stranger than strange costumes

The only thing I could see was your face

 

Amidst the glare of garish multi hued lights

The only thing I could see were your eyes

 

Amidst the crowds of weeping people

The only thing I could see were the tears flowing as you lay in Nani’s lap

 

Amidst the untold travesties being committed

The only thing I could see was the blood flowing from your feet on that sea of flowers

 

Now what should I name this madness…

 

That wall of framed photographs of his gorgeousness in Nani’s room is mine in my head 🙂

Fangirling much?! 😉