Seene mein jalan, aakhon mein toofan... the Train we are not able to board ....
The airport goodbyes are always the worst. As my parents left me at Surat airport after two days together, I felt that familiar weight settle in - the one that doesn't lift even as you go through security, board the plane, try to distract yourself. By the time I settled into my seat on the Frankfurt flight from Delhi, the thoughts had only gotten denser. I started browsing the entertainment system as the plane took off, and that's when I saw it: Gaman , Muzaffar Ali's 1978 directorial debut. I'd been meaning to watch it for years. It was about its songs, Aap ki yaad aati rahi raat bhar and Seene mein jalan, Aakhon mein toofan, and then it was something about that moment - suspended between two worlds at 35,000 feet - made it feel like the right time. Or maybe the worst time. I'm still not sure. When a Film Becomes a Mirror The movie opens with such earthiness, such raw authenticity, that you're immediately transported. Fresh faces then - Farooque Shaikh, Sm...