Hema Malini, the 'Dreamgirl',
Hope you're doing good. You've already enough of wishes from the whole nation, from Indian film industry. Your baskets are poured fully with medical help and other 'genuine' helps.
Now please let me help you to split the word which earned your fame 'Dreamgirl' into two pieces. Just two pieces only. Not too enormous ones you have in wishlist. Not those scattered ones the family of Chinni have been offered. Not a number of hits you had punched throughout your film career. Not multiple times you used to shake legs in many a onetime shot scene. Just two only. The smallest one digit even number that every child is about to learn, know and build his(er) own career. May be Chinni was two years old, but was about to learn new things. Like every other kid including your recently newborn granddaughter, she had had a long journey to be filled with lot of happenings just before she met you.
Yes, she met you, not the luxury Mercedes car you rode, not the nonchalant chauffeur who easily got the release within 24 hours, ultimately not the darkness of world to be explored. Rather, but rationally, Chinni was a 'Girl' with a big, bigger and probably biggest 'Dream'. A 'Girl' on whom her parents used to have a longstanding 'Dream'. A 'Dream' that actuates every a single 'Girl' like Chinni, also like you were a pampered kid once upon a time, also like your two pampered daughters since they were very small. Ultimately Chinni was judiciously not much different from your congratulatory granddaughter.
I've watched Sholay and other superhit movies several times. On TV screen you were definitely like an inseparable combo of 'Dream' and 'Girl' in my sense. In my father's yesteryear eyes you were indeed a wonderful 'Girl' of a very sweet 'Dream'. But you possibly don't know what exactly a 'Dream' means to a small baby 'girl' in other way round. You only know how to retain your face bringing again back to a 'Dreamgirl' as if you wanted that very badly, too speedily, impossibly scared out of losing past image. You have become an MP who's amongst those who want their wages hiked by 100%. That will undoubtedly be materialized on papers very much soon before your injured face gets completely cured as well as cosmetically natural. But is this only reason we should call you as a 'Dreamgirl' ? That way you were simply and easily rushed towards the hospital escorted by doctors, nurses and securities leaving the family of Chinni behind spotlessly in an entire damaged car, is an antithesis to the way you used to keep your arms folded around many injured heroes, and either crying for the help or getting fully engaged to help with your own hands. Your so-called bold character didn't even get bothered by her 'reel' injuries.
And coming into 'real' life, what did you do to Chinni? Straightforwardly nothing you did. Unpretentiously not a prompt action you have taken but awkwardly putting your white handkerchief on your cutting 'image'. That was too hellish to be tolerated by an ordinary guy like me. A father like me. A person with his utterly crestfallen heart like me.
If you can't help me, let me help myself to take those two splits - 'Dream' and 'Girl' and try to reorganize them in a new definition that doesn't suit you, Hema Malini!
Hope you're doing good. You've already enough of wishes from the whole nation, from Indian film industry. Your baskets are poured fully with medical help and other 'genuine' helps.
Now please let me help you to split the word which earned your fame 'Dreamgirl' into two pieces. Just two pieces only. Not too enormous ones you have in wishlist. Not those scattered ones the family of Chinni have been offered. Not a number of hits you had punched throughout your film career. Not multiple times you used to shake legs in many a onetime shot scene. Just two only. The smallest one digit even number that every child is about to learn, know and build his(er) own career. May be Chinni was two years old, but was about to learn new things. Like every other kid including your recently newborn granddaughter, she had had a long journey to be filled with lot of happenings just before she met you.
Yes, she met you, not the luxury Mercedes car you rode, not the nonchalant chauffeur who easily got the release within 24 hours, ultimately not the darkness of world to be explored. Rather, but rationally, Chinni was a 'Girl' with a big, bigger and probably biggest 'Dream'. A 'Girl' on whom her parents used to have a longstanding 'Dream'. A 'Dream' that actuates every a single 'Girl' like Chinni, also like you were a pampered kid once upon a time, also like your two pampered daughters since they were very small. Ultimately Chinni was judiciously not much different from your congratulatory granddaughter.
I've watched Sholay and other superhit movies several times. On TV screen you were definitely like an inseparable combo of 'Dream' and 'Girl' in my sense. In my father's yesteryear eyes you were indeed a wonderful 'Girl' of a very sweet 'Dream'. But you possibly don't know what exactly a 'Dream' means to a small baby 'girl' in other way round. You only know how to retain your face bringing again back to a 'Dreamgirl' as if you wanted that very badly, too speedily, impossibly scared out of losing past image. You have become an MP who's amongst those who want their wages hiked by 100%. That will undoubtedly be materialized on papers very much soon before your injured face gets completely cured as well as cosmetically natural. But is this only reason we should call you as a 'Dreamgirl' ? That way you were simply and easily rushed towards the hospital escorted by doctors, nurses and securities leaving the family of Chinni behind spotlessly in an entire damaged car, is an antithesis to the way you used to keep your arms folded around many injured heroes, and either crying for the help or getting fully engaged to help with your own hands. Your so-called bold character didn't even get bothered by her 'reel' injuries.
And coming into 'real' life, what did you do to Chinni? Straightforwardly nothing you did. Unpretentiously not a prompt action you have taken but awkwardly putting your white handkerchief on your cutting 'image'. That was too hellish to be tolerated by an ordinary guy like me. A father like me. A person with his utterly crestfallen heart like me.
If you can't help me, let me help myself to take those two splits - 'Dream' and 'Girl' and try to reorganize them in a new definition that doesn't suit you, Hema Malini!
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