my problem with slb's filmography is that he romanticizes events so much that his movies/shows don't have the desired impact on the people. in padmavaat he glorified jauhar to the point that people started defending it and even sati. in gangubai, he made everything so grand that people forgot that the lady herself wasn't an all around good person. now, he's done the same thing with heeramandi. like i genuinely saw someone say that they wanted to live a life like in the show where they have 5 attendants to lift their skirt for them and whatnot. the people are so enchanted with the clothes/sets/etc that they have failed to grasp the main premise of the show. they fail to realise that the women he has shown had to go through innumerable brutalities and were just glorified mistresses with no power of their own. and living their life isn't gonna be fun and aesthetic.
the problem is that I want to know everything in the world but also I can't seem to do my laundry when I'm supposed to, rendering me absolutely useless
On my way to get Saleebein Meray Dareechay Mein 🏃
15 August 1952:
Your letter came today. I feel happy today after a mild attack of a blue period lasting over a few days. It must be the weather. It is more like spring than summer. The mornings are vaguely cool and disturbing like the first breath of love and the sun in the early hours brings more colour than heat. In the evenings the breeze seems to bring the breath of the seas and the skies seem to close not on drab prison walls but on distant palm- fringed beaches. And it is sad like all beauty that is within your sight and beyond your grasp—like all beauty that you know to be an illusion.
An excerpt from Faiz’s Letters to Alys (Saleebein Meray Dareechay Mein)
(girl who’s been really reaching her limit for months voice) I’m really reaching my fucking limit
Kinda sad that the point of life is to constantly make yourself better and make the right choices. What do you mean that I have to be productive, I have to heal everything that went wrong in the first twenty years of my life, I have to get a job . I would just like to sit beside a river and read a good with coffee and cake. I would just like to rest. And walk across a field and watch the sunset and go on coffee dates with my bestie. And not think about capitalism and how it's killing the planet, the billionairs taking 13 minutes flights playing a role in burning my country (it was 50°C here last week) what is happening to marginalized communities in my country, generational trauma and corrupt systems and sinking economies. God I do not want to think about anything for a day.
gentle reminder you can rise up from everything. you can recreate yourself. nothing is permanent. you are not stuck. you have choices. you can think new thoughts. you can learn something new. you can create new habits. all that matters is that you decide today and never look back.
Yeah that's what I have been feeling lately.
I would like to tell God that He doesn't need to turn every man around me into a lesson . I get it you know.... I get it all. I learned my lesson. Now can I just have some peace. I am not going to pursue men okay... I gave up. You don't have to tell me that again and again.