Entry for WYL Contest: Letter to Reena

Hope you have checked out our Write Your Love Contest. If not, do so now. Here is the entry from Abhinav Anil.

The letter is addressed to Reena, the character played by Diya Mirza in the movie “Rahna hai tere dil mein”.

The Letter

dearest reena,
it’s been 9 years since i first saw you on the screen,but alas,if ever the old age adage of ‘love at first sight’ were to come true,it was at that very moment.the girl i had seen in my dreams,the girl every guy prays for,was in front of me,on the screen.the smile,the eyes,the pretty locks,even the silliest mannerisms…it all was a part of my dream girl.that perfect pout could make the most hardened criminals,go weak in their knees;those expressive eyes which spoke a million words;the innocence which belied a little girl hidden inside the adult physicality of yours-it was all well integrated,to create the ‘sculpted by god’ persona of yours.who was i to not get attracted??heck,attraction is the smallest possible word that can be used to describe the passion which was ignited in my teenaged mind.to me you became the epitome of an ideal girl-whenever i came across a pretty lass,the first thought in my mind was,how would she compare upto reena??the scene where you gorge on street golgappas,made me sit up,and watch in disbelief-can anybody in this world and age,or rather can a mortal,exude such innocence??my mouth gaped in awe as i saw a fairy sing ‘roothega na mujhse…zara zara mehekta hai’!!i closed my eyes with you in the scene where maddy is about to kiss you,for,to me,you represented an ethereal creation of the almighty,who might get spoiled even on touching,who needs to be treated with the ultimate care & delicate handling.i was enraged when maddy made you wait for a date,i would rather be the gatekeeper,roll out the red carpet for my love,rather than make her wait for me.to me,he committed a sin no lesser than the devil!!i cried when i saw saddened by the turn of events which made you realize that maddy was lying to you;heck,watching my beloved broken hearted,was the last thing i could withstand on this earth.i yelled at myself for my helplessness at doing nothing to mend my sweetheart’s heart.my heart cried when in the end maddy convinces you to be with him forever;which lover would cherish a scene like this??but then,you were happy,and that’s what mattered to me most,more than my own misery,the pain of never seeing you again,the agony of losing you,the uncountable number of nights where i woke up in horror on reliving the final scene in my dreams,the hours spent watching in silence,as i found out,something important was missing from my life.well ultimately as i found out,it was my ‘life’ itself which was missing from my life!!i have spent these 9 years missing you every moment,thinking of the pretty smile that would appear on your face as i cracked an innocuous joke,your sadness on listening to my hardships,the blush on your eternally pretty face as i praised you…well all that was never to be.but don’t mistake me;i don’t regret making you a part of my life.it was the best experience of love,as they call it,that could have ever happened to me,and i shall forever be greatful to my lord for it.an imaginary love relationship with you,is a million times better than a succesful,life long one with any other person;i can bet my life over it.now that i have an opportunity to correspond to you through this medium,i wished to express some of my uncountable emotions of affection for you.alas,words may not be left in the english vocabulary to do so,hence i may end this letter right here itself,with a few lines of poetry as my parting shot.lovers wish for their beloved to live forever,i would rather pray for your death,so as you maybe reborn faster,and hopefully i may have the honour of being your partner this time around.adieu,my lady…

Just a moment ago
My mind went to where my heart is
Looking at your photo I thought…
If you are a piece of god’s creation,
He must be a fine artiste
All the memories of yours
Which used to be my lifeline
Came back to haunt me
Of the gone by time
When my days started with your thoughts
& nights ended with your giggles
When you used to worry about
The smallest of my niggles
When to just have a glance at you
I would risk my all
When I could defy even the almighty
At just your one call
Just as I refresh my memories
The heavens open up
May be it’s god’s own style
Of waking me up
From my walk down the memory lane
I experience the same old pain
As I say once again,”good bye,sweety”
& I pretend to forget you my love,my deity…

yours,
abhinav

End of the letter

About the character: Reena is portrayed as very pretty,simple,conventional indian girl;who is tricked into love by madhav shastri(R MADHAVAN),who is besotted by her after seeing her at a wedding.reena is getting engaged to an NRI boy(SAIF ALI KHAN),and is heart broken when she gets to know of the bluff by maddy..but ultimately falls for his simplicity,& honesty.

How did you like Abhinav’s emotional, flowery declaration of love? 🙂

Entry for WYL Contest: Letter to Heer

Hope you have checked out our Write Your Love Contest. If not, do so now. Here is the entry from Saurabh Sharma.

The letter is addressed to Heer, the heroine of the eternal love saga Heer-Ranjha, retold by many, but originally penned by the Sufi poet Waris Shah.

The Letter

प्रिय हीर,

आज वर्षों तुम्हें निहारने के बाद मैं अंततः हिम्मत जुटा पा रहा हूँ और तुम्हें अपने दिल की कुछ बातें बताने जा रहा हूँ !!

लेकिन तुम सोच रही होगी कि मैं हूँ कौन ?

यद्यपि मैं तुम्हारे बारे में सब कुछ जानता हूँ लेकिन शायद तुम मेरे बारे में कुछ नहीं जानती !!

लेकिन ये कहना गलत होगा कि तुम मुझे नहीं जानती और मेरा यह पत्र लिखने का तात्पर्य ही ये है कि मैं तुम्हें फिर से भूली बिसरी एक दास्ताँ याद दिलां दूं !!

कई सौ साल पहले मैं राँझा था और तुम मेरी प्रियतमा हीर लेकिन तब हम मिल न पाए !!

उसके बाद हर जन्म में हम बिछड़ते रहे !!

तुम सोच रही होगी कि मैं ये सब इतने यकीन से कैसे कह सकता हूँ ?

ये बहुत लम्बी कहानी है जो तुम्हें पढ़नी ही होगी !!

तो कान खोल कर पढ़ो !!

1986 की बात है ये !! दो महीने का था मैं और तुम भी इतने की ही रही होगी जब हम पहली बार मिले थे पोलिओ बूथ पे !! लाइन में तुम अपने माता जी की गोद में मुझसे आगे थी और मैं अपने माता जी की गोद में था !!

जब दो बूँद ज़िन्दगी की पीने की बारी आई तो तुमने झट से रोना शुरू कर दिया !! तब पहली बार मेरी नज़र तुम पर पड़ी और देखते ही पहली नज़र वाला प्यार होगया !!

उसके अगले कई साल तक अलग अलग टीके लगवाने जब भी आया तुम्हें निहारता रहा !! तुम्हें तो मेरे प्यार की खबर नहीं हुई लेकिन मुझे टीके लगाने की आदत ज़रूर पड़ गयी जो आज तक जारी है !! तब पोलिओ और खसरे से बचाने के टीके थे आज नशे के हैं !! वक़्त वक़्त की बात है !! खैर !!

फिर मेरे घर वालों ने मुझे स्कूल में डलवा दिया !! लेकिन तुम उस स्कूल में नहीं थी !! पूरे शहर में इतने सारे स्कूल और मेरे सर पर तुम्हारी क्लास में तुम्हारे साथ पढ़ने का जुनून !! करता भी तो क्या !! मैंने जानबूझ कर क्लास में फेल होना शुरू कर दिया इस उम्मीद में कि स्कूल से निकाले जाने पर स्कूल बदलता बदलता कभी तो तुम्हें ढूंढ ही लूँगा !! सारे हिंदी मीडियम स्कूल बदल डाले !! हिंदी भाषा में तो मैं सचिन तेंदुलकर हो गया लेकिन तुम फिर भी नहीं मिली !! करते कराते चौदह साल का होगया और पांचवी पास भी !!

अब एक ही रास्ता बचा था वो था शहर के एक मात्र इंग्लिश मीडियम स्कूल में छठी क्लास में दाखिला लेना जिसके लिए पिता जी बहुत अधिक फीस होने के कारण बिल्कुल भी तैयार नहीं थे !! लेकिन भूखे रह कर,माँ से सिफारिश करवाकर मना ही लिया !!

अंततः तुम उस स्कूल में मिल ही गयी !! जानती हो तुम्हारी आँखें दुनिया में सब से ख़ूबसूरत हैं !! ऐसी झील सी आँखें और किसी की नहीं !! उन्हीं से पहचाना मैंने तुमको !! सब ठीक था लेकिन दो ही कठिनाइयाँ थी !! एक तो यह कि तुम दसवीं कक्षा में होगयी थी और दूसरी ये कि मैं अभी भी छठी कक्षा में पढ़ने वाला नालायक बच्चा था तुम्हारे लिए !!

फिर तुम पास हो कर स्कूल छोड़ कर अपने परिवार के साथ दूसरे किसी शहर चली गयी और मैं अध्यापकों और घर वालों से मार खा खा कर किसी तरह नौवीं पास कर गया !!

तब तक मैं तुम्हें भूल ही चुका था और सारा दिन वीडिओ गेम खेलने में मस्त रहता था !! शायद मैं तुम्हें भूलाने के लिए अपने आप को इस तरह व्यस्त रख रहा था !! बड़े बड़े आशिक भी तो शायद इसी लिए शराब पीते हैं !! शायद वो भी अपनी प्रेमिका को भुलाने के लिए ये सब करते हों !!

लेकिन हाय री किस्मत मैं वीडिओ गेम के कारण दसवीं पास न कर सका और गुस्साए पिता जी ने फूफा जी के शहर भेज दिया एक तरह से घर निकाला दे कर जहां मुझे कमीने किस्म के दोस्त मिले और तफरी करने की और लड़कियां छेड़ने की आदत पड़ गयी !! फूफा जी भेजते थे कंप्यूटर डिप्लोमा कोर्स करने और मैं वहां जाने की बजाय सारा दिन आवारा कुत्तों की तरह घूमता रहता था !! एक दिन राजकीय कॉलेज के बाहर अपने दोस्त के साथ उसकी सेट्टिंग की प्रतीक्षा कर रहा था और क्या देखता हूँ कि एक चाँद से चेहरे से तेज़ हवा ने दुपट्टा सरकाया और वो कोई और नहीं मेरी हीर थी !!

बस तब से रोज़ तुम्हारे कॉलेज के आस पास मंडराने लगा !! एक मर चुका प्यार फिर से जिंदा हो चुका था !! हर तरफ हर समय बस तुम्हारा ही ख्याल रहता था !! मैं बदल गया था !! मेरी सोच बदल गयी थी !! तुम में रब दिखाई देने लग गया था !! खुद से बातें करने लगा था मैं !! सूरज की गर्मी से तपते हुए तन्न को तरुवर की छाया मिल गयी थी क्योंकि मुझे मेरी खोयी हुई हीर एक बार फिर से दिख गयी थी !!

लेकिन तब भी तुम्हारे सामने आ कर तुमसे बात करने की हिम्मत नहीं थी मुझमें !! बाकी लड़के और कई कमीने अंकल जब तुम्हें कॉलेज से आती हुई को गन्दी नज़रों से देखते या तुम्हें कुछ उल्टा सीधा बोलते थे तो खून खौलता था मेरा !! कईयों की पिटाई की मैंने उस समय !! वो सब लड़के जो तुम्हें छेड़ कर फिर अगले दिन से तुम्हें दीदी कह कर रोज़ तुम्हें ही राखी बाँध के प्रणाम कर के जाते थे उन्हें मैं ही पीटता था !! सारे शहर के लड़के तुम्हें अपनी दीदी मान ने लग गये थे !!

लेकिन एक दिन शहर के नए आये इंस्पेक्टर के बेटे ने तुम्हें छेड़ा और उसे पीटने के बाद मुझे इंस्पेक्टर ने पकड़ लिया और थाने ले जा कर मेरी बड़ी धुनाई की!! तीन दिन तक अन्दर रहा मैं !!

घर वालों ने तो एक तरह से निकाल ही दिया था अब फूफा जी की बारी थी !! जमानत तो करवा दी पर अपने घर में मुझे जगह नहीं दी !!

अब मैं बेकार,अनपढ़,बेरोज़गार,अकेला,उदास शराब भी पीने लग गया !! मेरी हालत मेरे एक दोस्त से देखी नहीं गयी और उसने मुझे अपने साइबर कैफे में नौकरी दे दी !!

वहां रोज़ कई जोड़े आते !! बैठ के बातें करते रहते !! जब भी उन्हें देखता तो तुम्हारी याद आ जाती !! सोचता कि क्या मुझे प्यार करने का हक्क नहीं है !! कैसे कहूं तुम्हें दिल की बातें यही सोच मुझे सारी रात जगाये रखती !!

सोचा के तुम्हारे घर आ कर बात करूं लेकिन तुम्हारा पता भी कहाँ मालूम था मुझे !! फिर कहीं से तुम्हारे पिता जी का नाम पता करवाया और इन्टरनेट पर फ़ोन डायरेक्टरी में तुम्हारे पिता जी के नाम वाले लोगों का नाम लिख कर search किया !! 145 नाम आये !! मैं उनके पते नोट कर के सब घरों के आस पास भटका !! 121वें घर की घंटी बजा कर जब भागा और छुप के देखा तो इस बार तुम्हारा ही घर था !! तुम गेट खोलने जो आई थी !!

सोचा कि काश तुम्हारे पिता जी सरकारी नौकरी में न हो कर गायें भैंसें पालते होते तो मैं भी तुम लोगों के घर का नौकर बन जाता और गायें भैंसें चराने के बहाने रोज़ तुम्हें देखता ,तुमसे बातें करता !! पर हाय री मेरी बुरी किस्मत तुम लोग तो दूध भी पैकेट वाला पीते हो और गोबर तो दूर की बात मिट्टी से ही कोसों दूर भागते हो !!

अंत में तुम्हारी गली का चौंकीदार ही बन गया !! सुबह साइबर कैफे में नौकरी करता और शाम को तुम्हारे घर से चाय पी कर रात को चौंकीदारी करता !! तुमने तो तब भी नहीं पहचाना पर तुम्हारी गली के कुत्ते मेरे यार होगये !!

मैं कई दिनों से देख रहा था कि रात को तुम्हारे कमरे की लाईट चल रही होती है और तुम खिड़की के पास अपने कंप्यूटर के सामने बैठी हंस रही होती हो !! मेरे दिमाग की घंटी बजी !! मुझे लगा हो न हो तुम भी नए ज़माने के रंग में रंग गयी हो और नए चलन के मुताबिक़ तुम भी ऑरकुट और फेसबुक पे आ चुकी हो !! मैंने भी अगले दिन कैफे जा कर अपना ऑरकुट अकाउंट बना लिया !! लेकिन तुम नहीं मिली !! पर भला हो फेसबुक का जिसने मुझे फिर से तुमसे मिला दिया !! तुम्हारे नाम की एक ही प्रोफाइल थी और बाकी काम तुमने अपनी फोटो लगा कर आसान कर दिया था !!

मैंने सोचा तुम्हें मेरा नाम तो याद होगा !! मैंने लाल कमीज़ पहन कर काला चश्मा लगा कर एक सुंदर सी तस्वीर खिंचवाई और वो अपनी प्रोफाइल में लगाकर तुम्हें add request भेजी जो तुमने deny कर दी !! लेकिन मैंने हिम्मत नहीं हारी और एक fake id बना कर बालीवुड के हीरो की तस्वीर लगाकर, तुम्हारे फेसबुक में like किये हुए page like कर के खुद को बड़ा अफसर बता के तुम्हें फिर से add request भेजी लेकिन फिर से निराशा ही हाथ लगी !! तुम तो नहीं पटी लेकिन मुझे बात बात पे Lol कहने की आदत जरूर पड़ गयी !!

फिर मैंने इन्टरनेट से लड़की पटाने के 420 तरीके बताने वाली किताब download की !! उसमें लिखे 419 तरीके तुम्हारी भाषा में बहुत cheap थे !! आखिरी तरीका मुझे कुछ अटपटा सा लगा पर क्या करता उसे आज़माने के सिवा मेरे पास और कोई चारा भी तो नहीं था !!

खुद को तुम्हारी junior बता कर तुम्हारे फेसबुक में जो add हुई थी वो ‘शीला मुन्नीबाला’ मैं ही थी मेरा मतलब है मैं ही था !!सोचा था कि तुमसे लड़की बन कर बातें कर के बहाने से तुम्हारा मोबाईल नंबर ले लूँगा या तुम्हारे बारे में कुछ जान पाऊंगा लेकिन तुमने कभी मेरे wall posts का जवाब ही नहीं दिया !! उल्टा तुम्हारी प्रोफाइल में add सारे लड़के रोज़ मुझे,मेरा मतलब है ‘शीला मुन्नीबाला’ को चुराई हुई शायरी लिख लिख कर add requests भेजने लगे !! उनसे तंग आकर मुझे अपनी प्रोफाइल ही delete करनी पड़ी !! सच बता रहा हूँ वो सब के सब एक नंबर के लुच्चे हैं !!

उनसे बच के रहना !!

दिमाग तो पहले ही सारा दिन कंप्यूटर के आगे बैठ कर और रातों को चौंकीदारी कर कर के ख़त्म हो चुका था और अब दिल भी टूटने लगा था !! मैं हिम्मत हार गया और मैंने तुम्हें भूल जाने का फैंसला किया !!

लेकिन ये प्यार एक रोग है जो न जीने देता है न ही मरने देता है !! बहुत कोशिश की तुम्हें भूल जाने की लेकिन तुम याद आती रही और मैंने फिर से शराब पीनी शुरू कर दी !! अब तो मैं साथ में नशे के टीके भी लगाने लग गया था !!

एक दिन शराब और नशे के टीके महंगे होने के विरोध में हमारी हड़ताल थी !! उस दिन मैंने कोई नशा नहीं किया था !! मैं तुम्हारी गली के साथ वाली गली में ही गिरा पड़ा था जब तुम्हारी गली का कुत्ता मेरा मुंह चाटने आया !! उसके साथी के मुंह में मिठाई थी !! जब मैंने उस से पूछा कि उसे मिठाई कहाँ से मिली तो उसने बताया कि उसने ये मिठाई तुम्हारे घर के बाहर से उठायी थी !! जांच पड़ताल करने पर पता चला कि तुम्हारा रिश्ता किसी अमीर घर के अच्छे लड़के के साथ हो गया है !!

दुःख तो मुझे बहुत हुआ पर फिर तुम्हारी ख़ुशी सोच कर मैंने भी सब्र कर लिया !! फिर मैं वहां से अपने एक दोस्त के घर गया !! वो tv पर ‘राज़ पिछले जन्म का’ देख रहा था !! वो प्रोग्राम देखते ही मुझे भी अपने सारे पिछले जन्म याद आगये !!

मुझे तुमसे पोलिओ बूथ पर मिलते ही प्यार हो जाना ,मेरा फेल होना ,घर से निकाले जाना,फूफा के शहर में तुमसे मिलना,तुम्हारी गली की चोंकीदारी करना मात्र एक संयोग नहीं बल्कि हमारे पिछले जन्मों के अधूरे रहे प्यार पर आधारित सत्य था !!

तुम ही थी वारिस शाह की ‘हीर’ और मैं ही था वारिस शाह का ‘राँझा’ !! तुम्हारा तो इस जन्म में भी नाम हीर ही है लेकिन मेरा नाम इस जन्म में ‘सौरभ’ है पर हूँ मैं ‘राँझा’ ही !! काश मैं तुम्हें ये सब सच होने का प्रमाण दे पाता !!

तुम्हारे होने वाली पति की जांच पड़ताल मैंने करवाई तो पता चला कि वो चाहे अमीर होगा पर है एक नंबर का धोखेबाज !! तुम मुझसे शादी न करना पर उस से भी न करना !!

हो सकता है कि तुम उसे इंकार करो तो वो तुमपे ये कह कर एहसान जताए कि वो तुमसे प्यार करता है,अमीर है,तुम्हारा ख्याल रख सकता है,तुम्हारे बच्चों को एक सुनहरी भविष्य दे सकता है पर तुम अपने विवेक से काम लेना !! अगर पढ़ी लिखी हो कर भी आज सशक्त ढंग से समाज के आगे अपनी बात न रख सको तो तुम्हारा पढ़ी लिखी और Modern होना निरर्थक है !!

जहाँ तक मेरी बात है तो जब अपने हाल को देखता हूँ तो सोचता हूँ काश तुम्हें पहली बार में ही दिल कि बात कह देता !! फिर अब जब लाख कोशिशें कर के भी तुम्हे नहीं पा सका तो कभी कभी तुम पर और खुद पर दोनों पर गुस्सा आता है !! कभी कभी सोचता हूँ कि काश मैं इस प्यार के चक्कर में न ही पड़ता और किसी के साथ भी सेट्टिंग करके fun-shun करके ख़ुशी ख़ुशी जीता जैसे कि आजकल सब करते ही हैं !! कभी कभी जो सब होगया है उसका दोष तुम्हें देकर तुमपे एहसान जता कर बदलें में प्यार मांगने को दिल करता है !!

पता नहीं प्यार मेरा सच्चा है या नहीं लेकिन लगता है आशिकों और दीवानों कि किस्मत में ही ये सब है !!

और अब इस पत्र के अंत में तुमसे प्यार का इज़हार करता हूँ !!

हाँ हीर मैं ही राँझा हूँ और सदियों से तुम्हें हर बार मिल कर भी बिछड़ता आया हूँ !! तुम बहुत सुंदर हो,अच्छी हो,सच्ची हो,नेक हो !! मैं तुम्हें प्यार करता हूँ !!

और अगर तुम उन लड़कियों कि तरह नहीं हो जो ‘तू जाने न ‘ गाना सुन कर और किसी इश्क में लुटे आशिक को देख कर ये तो कहती हैं कि प्यार करने वाला हो तो ऐसा पर असल ज़िन्दगी में कोई उनके लिए सच में ऐसा कर जाए तो उसपे हंस के उसका मज़ाक उड़ाती हैं तो तुम मेरे प्यार को समझ पाओगी और Valentines Day वाले दिन मुझे मिलने पोलिओ बूथ पे ज़रूर आओगी !!

प्रेमियों को उस दिन पीटने वालों से मत डरना !! मैं सबसे लड़ जाऊँगा तुम्हारी खातिर !!

तुम्हारे उत्तर कि प्रतीक्षा में ……

सदियों से तुम्हारा,

सौरभ शर्मा उर्फ़ राँझा !!

End of the Letter

About the character: These are the opening lines[1] from Waris Shah’s rendering of Heer:

“Awwal hamad khuda da vird kariye
Ishq kita su jag da mool mian

Pehlaan aap hi rabb ne ishq kita
Te mashooq he nabi rasool mian”

Translation: “First of all let us acknowledge God, who has made love the worth of the world, Sir,
It was God Himself that first loved, and the Prophet/Angel is His beloved, Sir ”

Here is brief story of Heer-Ranjha

Heer is an extremely beautiful woman, born into a wealthy Jat family of the Sayyal clan in Jhang, Punjab). Ranjha (whose first name is Dheedo; Ranjha is the surname), also a Jat of the Ranjha clan, is the youngest of four brothers and lives in the village ‘Takht Hazara’ by the river Chenab. Being his father’s favorite son, unlike his brothers who had to toil in the lands, he led a life of ease playing the flute (‘Wanjhli’/’Bansuri’). After a quarrel with his brothers over land, Ranjha leaves home. In Waris Shah’s version of the epic, it is said that Ranjha left his home because his brothers’ wives refused to give him food. Eventually he arrives in Heer’s village and falls in love with her. Heer offers Ranjha a job as caretaker of her father’s cattle. She becomes mesmerised by the way Ranjha plays his flute and eventually falls in love with him. They meet each other secretly for many years until they are caught by Heer’s jealous uncle, Kaido, and her parents Chuchak and Malki. Heer is forced by her family and the local priest or ‘mullah’ to marry another man called Saida Khera.

Ranjha is heartbroken. He wanders the countrtyside alone, until eventually he meets a ‘jogi’ (ascetic). After meeting Baba Gorakhnath, the founder of the “Kanphata”(pierced ear) sect of jogis, at ‘Tilla Jogian’ (the ‘Hill of Ascetics’, located 50 miles north of the historic town of Bhera, Sargodha District, Punjab), Ranjha becomes a jogi himself, piercing his ears and renouncing the material world. Reciting the name of the Lord, “Alakh Niranjan”, he wanders all over the Punjab, eventually finding the village where Heer now lives.

The two return to Heer’s village, where Heer’s parents agree to their marriage. However, on the wedding day, Heer’s jealous uncle Kaido poisons her food so that the wedding will not take place. Hearing this news, Ranjha rushes to aid Heer, but he is too late, as she has already eaten the poison and died. Brokenhearted once again, Ranjha takes the poisoned Laddu (sweet) which Heer has eaten and dies by her side.

How did you like Saurabh’s twisted tale of love with Heer? 🙂

Entry for WYL Contest: Letter to Mohanmbal

Hope you have checked out our Write Your Love Contest. If not, do so now. Here is the entry from Raghunath.

The letter is addressed to Mohanmbal, a devdasi in Tamil Movie “Thillana Mohanambal”.

The Letter

Dear Mohanmbal,

I know that you are surrounded by all the Diwans, who has plenty of wealth but no brain to cheer you. I know sikkal shanmugham has great love on you but he has head long personality. Once his profession is challenged he will not hesitate to sacrifice you. Let me narrate my stand and try to analyse the pros and cons. I know, You will start loving me and you will not find any other proposition to decide. I am not good vidwan on any musical instruments like sikkal shanmugham, but I am one of the great music lover. As you said to nathamuni, any person who worships art and kala seva, will be the great honest and noble man, I am fitting into that attributes. As sikkal does, I do not challenge your profession and simply abide and accept and great worship on your talent. People use to say, true and successful love will always behind love the one who worships you and not the one who you love. More than anything, I dreamt so many days and enjoyed your passion and beauty. One of the dangerous personality is your mother. I know, you are unable to expel her the reason being the mother status. But still, I can able to adjust and will not be the disturbance between us and such a way, I can handle her. Who else are you worried. Guru, is another person, I can able to convince by joining as a student and win over his heart too. Only negative point on me my poor status. Never mind, I can earn much to keep as my palace queen and I also knew that you never give bit of mind towards wealth. Above all, I have a clear cut demarcation between professional ethics and personal affairs hence your professional career will never be hindrance to our life.

Above all, you just give me one hour time to share my views in person, I will place you in heaven and you will never think about any other person.

Yours lovingly,
Raghu

End of the Letter

About the Character: She is from a famous tamil movie thillana mohanambal wherein actress padmini is the dancer belonging to devadasi community. She was loved by Sikkal Shanmugham (actor Padmasri Sivaji Ganesan) . At one stage, she will feel that whether her love proposition to Sikkal itself is the wrong one or not. I am here to cash this opportunity through my love letter.

How did you like Raghunath’s rather analytical love letter to Mohanmbal? 🙂

Entry for WYL Contest: Letter to The Sorting Hat

Hope you have checked out our Write Your Love Contest. If not, do so now. Here is the entry from Shweta Ganesh Kumar.

The letter is addressed to The Sorting Hat, a sapient artefact used at Hogwarts (Harry Potter).

The Letter

Dear Sorting Hat,

Where have you been all my life?

The first time I saw you sit on those first-years heads as they nervously entered the Hogwarts dining hall, I knew that it was you that I had been looking for all my life.

The way your face lights up when you guide first years to their destiny by understanding the houses that they will do the best in.

The way you accepted Harry’s wishes to be in Gryffindor and not in Slytherin. The way you can read a person’s mind and understand what makes them tick.

I’ll never forget the way you helped Harry with the sword of Godric Gryffindor as he faced Tom Riddle in the chamber of secrets.

And the way you sung to the students urging them to stay united in times of mortal peril will always echo in my mind’s ear.

Dearest Sorting Hat, this Valentine’s day, almost 14 years since I first read of you, I want to declare to the world that I love you.

I shall always wait for the day that you retire from Hogwarts, for what I wouldn’t give to have you in my life, telling me of what my deepest desires are even before I truly understand them myself, guiding me on the right path and telling me to stand up for what’s right.

With much love always,
Shweta

End of the Letter

About the Character: The Sorting Hat is a sapient artefact used at Hogwarts, which magically determines to which of the four schoolhouses — Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw or Slytherin — each new student is to be assigned. During the opening banquet at the beginning of the school year, the hat is placed on every First-Year student’s head. The hat will announce its choice aloud, and the student joins the selected house. Judging from Harry’s own account of his Sorting, and a brief comment made by Hermione in the 5th book (where she says that the hat almost sent her to Ravenclaw), the hat speaks to the student while they’re being sorted and is willing to take the student’s preferences into account when it makes its decision. However, sometimes, he does not have the need to do so: for instance, the hat barely touched Draco Malfoy’s head before sending him to Slytherin. The Sorting Hat had a difficult time placing Harry, almost placing him into Slytherin house before he requested specifically and emphatically not to be. The Hat instead placed him into Gryffindor, the house of his father.

The Sorting Hat originally belonged to Godric Gryffindor, one of the four founders of Hogwarts. The four founders used to hand-pick the students that would go in their houses, but then realized that someone else would have to do it after they died, so Gryffindor took off his hat and let it choose, and it worked. Since then, the sorting hat was always used to choose which house the students are put in. Due to its age, it appears “patched and frayed and extremely dirty.” Before sorting the students each year, the hat recites a new introductory song. These songs occasionally warn of danger to come, as in Order of the Phoenix. The Sorting Hat’s songs vary in length and content, but always include a brief description of each house.

How did you like Shweta’s rather unusual love for The Sorting Hat. 🙂

Entry for WYL Contest: Letter to Hasini

Hope you have checked out our Write Your Love Contest. If not, do so now. Here is the entry from Sanket.

The letter is addressed to Hasini, the character played by Genelia Desouza in the Telgu movie ” Bommarillu”.

The Letter

Dear Hasini,

If there one thing that made me more human, my life more alive and charming then that thing should be you, sweetheart!! You taught me the real meaning of Innocence, real meaning of smile, real meaning of cuteness.

Before meeting you in Bommarillu, I had emotions in my life but their real meaning, their depth is understood only after meeting you, only after relating those emotions with you. Before meeting you I had colors in my life but I started recognizing them by correlating them with the colors of dresses. Hasini, you made me more human, more delicate…no wonder I am in Love with You !!

You look so innocent when you just come outside the bathroom after the bath. The freshness of your aura is palpable in the air. The sky blue color top, white towel at your hairs, little water drops thinning out on your chicks, you look gorgeous sweetheart!! The water drops falling of your hairs are so precious but you don’t care an ounce for them, I extent my hand to catch them but Alas !! My hands could only reach screen of my laptop. You made me understand the meaning of innocence and the magic of sky blue color.

Then comes choosing the dress for the college, sweetly you ask which dress – Green or Blue…He says Green and naughtily you chose Blue…at that moment I wanted to hold your hand say , “ Please, ware green for me today! Please, please…” Alas !! My words didn’t reach to you through the laptop screen.

You look ravishing in white dress. You wore that when you went for shopping to Sultan Buzzar on that day. Thousand times you said, “Everybody says I look like an Angel in the white!” I knew that you expecting him to say the same at least once. Let me tell you sweetheart you are Angel for me with or without the White dresses because White is symbol of purity and I know how pure and innocent you are. You are my Angel. I now recognize the White only by correlating it to your dress and imagining you like an Angel!!

You remember….on that day when you were bunking the lectures to come to meet him and the college Principal caught you. The mix of emotions on your face – Fear, anxiety, shock and regret for not meeting him was palpable. He missed seeing you in light green top and dark green long skirt. The green color never appeared more beautiful to me before and after that moment and I always remember the green in correlation with your expressions after being caught.

He was so angry when you called him for an Ice-cream at the midnight. Actually, you never called him, you only told him that you are going alone to eat the ice-cream at midnight and this poor guy was so scared that he came to see you right at the midnight on that day. I still remember the dark blue dress you wore on that night. I was eagerly waiting for one bite of ice-cream fed through your hands and you know I almost touched my nose to the laptop screen but still I couldn’t had that bite from your hands. Since that moment, I eat the Ice-cream in your memory only.

You look more beautiful when you are scared. I know these are not of the moments you enjoy but seeing you fearful or scared is a bit different experience. You remember on that day when his father shouted on you and you had no idea what to do…you were shocked and scared ….at that moment I wanted to hold you into my arms and tell you don’t worry, everything would be fine. You looked mesmerizing in that light purple top. Since then the purple is remembered only in correlation with your scary emotions.

I still remember the day when he scolded you for sharing all secrets (between you and him) with your friends. I thought to myself how can someone even think of shouting at you? Your sad face could not go left my memories for hours and days together. You wore Orange on that day…since then I don’t like Orange…It reminds me your sad face and tears into your eyes and I can’t tolerate that…not even for a moment.

But Hasini, these were the moments when I was only mesmerized with your beauty and innocence, it was only attraction. I am an Aquarian and it is difficult to hold Aquarians for long time only with mesmerizing beauty. The intellectual astuteness in girls attract and appeal more to them than mere physical beauty.

Hasini, the real realization of the love came when you refused to change your natural behavior for the sake of others and you went to the extent of leaving him. After realizing that he no more enjoys your continuous chattering, he never calls for telling sweet things on phone, you decided to leave him and this attitude made me fall in love with you. You knew who you are and more importantly you knew who you would not want to be. You knew that no one, not even your father would stand by you after all this but then also you moved ahead with your courageous decision to leave him. You realized you are more beautiful in your natural behavior and you are not hypocrite who would refrain her true feeling, you can’t be one person inside and other person outside.

You are the one sweetheart…this gesture and the logic was more enticing than the smile on your lips and depth of beautiful eyes…and at that moment, Hasini…. this true Aquarian felt in love with you…..

Let me tell you this sweetheart….I am in total love with you…and love is so pure, so beautiful and more importantly it is without conditions….it is just there…always…hence I don’t have any expectations from you but I just want to ponder over some things…

Dear Hasini,

Haven’t you listened to the whispering words “I love you!” when I never said them? Haven’t you smiled at yourself after that and said , “ Pagal ! Kuch bhi sochti rahti hain !!”

Don’t tell me that you haven’t seen the love in my sparkling eyes every time we met?

Don’t tell me that you haven’t you felt the love when I first time unknowingly touched your hands? Why you pulled them quickly just when I wanted to hold them tighter?

Haven’t you felt the love in my warm tears when you were leaving to home for a week and I came to drop you at the station?

Haven’t you smelled the love in the White flowers I gave on that day? Weren’t you expecting the Red Flowers? I left wondering why you were not that happy seeing those White flowers, now I understand the significance of Red.

Haven’t you tested the love in the ‘Khichadi’ I cooked for you? Weren’t you expecting me to feed you bite by bite, looking straight into your eyes?

This just can’t happen that you never felt it or you never wondered is there really something between us!! This is simply not possible…

I know ….it was always there…and don’t worry it will be always there for you….Just take your time to express it to me….don’t lose your innocence in doing so otherwise I would feel guilty of hurting you…

I just somehow know that you love me and if you did not then this letter would surely make you fall in love with me…..I am writing this letter to just let you know why & how I felt in love with you….and why I want to spend rest of the life with you….because I know when I tell you that….you will just think about those moments….smile at yourself….laugh at yourself and would finally say, “Why did you take so much time in saying a simple thing? Do you enjoy seeing me like this, waiting for you to say this? You made me fall in Love with you, I Love You!”…
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P.S. – Its 5.01 am in the morning and my dream has just shaken with realities but they say dreams at the dawn become reality….I Love you…Hasini…in my dreams which I see with open eyes….

End of the Letter

About the character: I am in love with Hasini – this is the character played by sweet Genelia Desouza in the Telgu movie ” Bommarillu”.

I felt an intimate connection with Hasini because this character represents some of the rare qualities I am looking in my life partner.

At every incident in the movie, I felt connected with the Hasini. In every scene, I imagined myself instead of Siddhu ( Lead Actor) in the film. This letter is result of structured observation of the qualities of the character which ultimately made me fall in love with Hasini and Genelia. This letter is an outcome of the emotions Hasini was able to generate into my mind as I watched the movie.

This character Hasini defines the fundamental human emotions such as Innocence, Humor, Anger, Fear, Love, Care in the best way possible. My real sweetheart may not be as cute as Genelia but the characters and charm of the spontaneous character should be part of her personality.

The different facets of the character unfold as the movie progresses and I come to know behind a seemingly childish character lies a matured thinking women. This unusual combination of the character – Beauty with Intelligence and Innocence with Maturity made me fall in love with Hasini. I want these qualities in my life partner hence I got easily connected with the character in the film.

So, when I first time heard of this contest, within no time I grabbed this opportunity to express my love to Hasini…and here I am still writing at 4.56 am in the morning, almost for last 7 hours, crafting each word of this beautiful love letter…isn’t this passion for my love towards Hasini??

How did you like Sanket’s passionate love for Hasini? 🙂

Entry for WYL Contest: Letter to Noah

Hope you have checked out our Write Your Love Contest. If not, do so now. Here is the entry from Sweta Lal.

The letter is addressed to Noah, the protagonist of the Novel “The Notebook”.

The Letter

Dearest Noah,

I can tell you the silliest of things and still not feel stupid at the end of the day.
You make me feel special and loved every second.
I am just so happy and blessed to have an angel like you.

The reason it hurts so much to say “Goodbye” is that our souls are connected.

I say this because you cannot see we have already made our commitment to each other forever.

I ask you, “Who are you”

You are not the one I know

Thy identity is more than what you let me see

We are there for each other forever and that is an unconscious promise we have made. When I can reach out to you beyond the natural and see things, which you want me to, it goes beyond the laws of nature. You can take me to all the places you want me to. When we are beyond it, there is nothing, which can make our souls below that.

That is not you and me its “US”.

Finding a perfect mate like you had never been so easy and that makes it all the more unbelievable…

I had come through so many words as hollow as the sea shells; with the sea shore nearby washing away all my dreams before you came in my life.

Never had I imagined that I would say this one day to someone.
It had to be someone as special as you to make my promises to;

Words will fade away, thoughts forgotten.

Our bodies will perish, promises abandoned,
the only survivor through the days to come will be Our Soul…

So this very moment as I Vow…
Let no Words, no Promises… no Feelings distract me…

“Let the Spirit of our Friendship cherish the moments of eternity”

Forever yours Sweta…

End of the Letter

About the Novel

“The Notebook is a 1996 American romantic novel by American novelist Nicholas Sparks. The novel was later adapted into a popular romance film by the same name in 2004. However, the movie and the book have very different endings.

The Notebook was inspired by the story of the grandparents of Sparks’ wife, who had been married over sixty years when Sparks met them. Sparks marveled at how much the couple cared for each other, and wrote his novel as an attempt to describe such a love.

How did you like Sweta’s expression of love for Noah? 🙂

Entry for WYL Contest: Letter to Vivian Ward

Hope you have checked out our Write Your Love Contest. If not, do so now. Here is the entry from Kaycee.

The letter is addressed to the character played by Julia Roberts in the movie “Pretty Woman”.

The Letter

dear Julia,

I wish I had not met you at all.It is our destiny that made us meet .In my work ,I meet plenty of girls but what is it that I found in you that i have not seen in others.

Definitely not your beauty.You are beautiful of course, but that is not what attracted me to you. Your Talk ,no.Well, now I know, it is you inner beauty. beauty of your heart.You were in a cheap profession but you are not cheap.You had your own personality.You were not for money .When Gere offered you money ,you did not accept it because you knew that you had not earned that money.In this bad bad world, who else will behave the way you did.I fell in love with you when you did not touch the money.At that moment I knew that you were a woman of substance, a woman with a heart of gold.

You looked graceful in the new dresses that you bought.That you are a woman of substance was again demonstrated when In the last scene,Richard Gere comes to your apartment in search of you and not vice versa. Your smile is powerful.The lobby manager in the hotel and the liftman were your admirers even though they knew your background.

That speaks volumes to you earthly behavior. Hats off to you. Valentine,s day is round the corner. I could not help placing my thoughts about you at this time.I love you,Julia.

Kaycee

End of the Letter

Pothi.com’s note

There is a technical issue with the letter. He has mentioned the name of actors, when the name of the characters should have been mentioned. But since the intent was to address the characters themselves, we have put up the letter.

About the character

Julia Roberts in Pretty woman plays the role of a hooker but with a heart of gold. Even when a rich man falls in love with her, she is not carried away by his riches.
She retains her individuality and grace in spite of being in the oldest profession.I  liked her role and I felt I would anyway love her.

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Entry for WYL Contest: Letter to Lucy Mannette

Hope you have checked out our Write Your Love Contest. If not, do so now. Here is the entry from Ayaz Lakdawala.

The letter is addressed to Lucy Mannette from “A Tale of Two Cities”.

The Letter

Dear Lucy,

Just wanted to let you know that I have never come across somebody as sweet as you from all the stories that I’ve heard or read. When I first read about you, I was struck by your innocent charm and soft and kind demeanor. You remind me of Snowhite, Cindrella, and Rapunzel. When you wept for Charles when he was sentenced to die, I empathized with you. I could almost feel the pain that you felt as you sat helplessly on the park bench and sobbed uncontrollably for the inevitable. Your persona mesmerized Carton so much that he gave his very life for you, his one and only true love. I loved Carton’s intense love for you that made him attain nobility by sacrificing his life. Lucy, the aura of your love captivated somebody to such as extent that he could even give his life for you. I simply adore you for that. It goes without saying and there are no two ways about it that I am truly, sincerely, and most deeply in love with you. All I want to ask for this Valentine’s Day is for you to make my day. Will you be my Valentine?

With Love,
Ayaz

End of the Letter

About the character: The fictional character to whom this love letter is being written is Lucy Mannette, the beautiful daughter of Dr. Mannette from the literature classic, A Tale of Two Cities. Lucy is the quintessential English beauty, a fine young lady who has a heart of gold. She is the object of desire of two fine suitors, Charles Darnay, an aristocratic, and Sidney Carton, an English Lawyer. Lucy evokes great sympathy when her husband Charles Darnay is falsely implicated and sentenced to die. She also inspires the other hero, Sidney Carton, who gives the supreme sacrifice by taking Charles’s place and giving his life for their happiness. She embodies the feeling of intense love in her beautiful, innocent, and tender character.

Name of the book and an overview of the story: A Tale of Two Cities is a classic by Charles Dickens in English literature. The story is set in the 16th Century France in the backdrop of the French revolution. It revolves around the two cites, France and London. Charles Darnay belongs to the aristocratic family of Everemonde. He falls in love with Lucy, the beautiful daughter of Dr. Mannete. However, Charles is implicated in a false trial when he visits France from London. Just at the time, the revolution begins and Charles is sentenced to die on the guillotine. Then comes the most intense and noble character of Sidney Carton, who is an eminent English Lawyer. Sidney too had been attracted to Lucy but before he could have professed his undying love for her, she had got married to Charles. Sidney Carton bears a close resemblance to Charles Darnay and he takes up Charles’s case. The only way he can save Charles is by taking his place and going to the guillotine. After seeing the sad and despairing Lucy, he decides to sacrifice his life for his true love and cleverly takes the place of her husband Charles in the Bastilles, the castle prison. He gives his life for her and goes to the guillotine in the place of Charles Darnay. A true tale of love, sacrifice, and nobility.

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Entry for WYL Contest: Letter to Scarlett O’Hara

Hope you have checked out our Write Your Love Contest. If not, do so now. Here is the entry from Prasad Mahajan.

The letter is addressed to Scarlett O’Hara, the protagonist of “Gone With the Wind”.

The Letter

Dear Scarlet O’Hara,

I do not mind sharing with you that I have had my share of women in the 22 years of life I have lived. I mean, I had few crushes, few had a crush on me, I proposed some, some proposed me, some rejected me, I rejected some. But none of them was as fascinating, charming, real or practical as you.

Scarlet, apart from your obvious charm, I like the way you conduct your whole life, like a businesswoman, a very hard headed corporate executive. You are indifferent to the usual mundaneness of life. You are nonchalant in a very turbulent, troubled way. You get bored at parties. But why do have to contemplate whether to belch or not in a party? Considering the woman you are, why do you give a shit anyway?

I would admit that I am fascinated by not only the coquettish girl you are, but also by the character you’ve gradually evolved into as your life progressed. Do I want to marry you? Hell, no. You would leave me if you get another good business proposition. And you know what; I would also do the same. So, you see, we are not apposite for each other. So let’s keep it simple. I have a crush on you, kind of a little crush kids have in school. And we will leave matters at that.

Well, I am also mesmerized how you could twist, bend, and modify yourself to protect your dear ones. I mean you do not have an agenda except for saving your own life and that of your dear ones. And you are ready to pay whatever price it takes. How much more practical one can get? Much appreciated.

But when you are this practical, why don’t you admit that you are a straightforward business minded woman? Why disguise? Why hide who you are? Why trick gullible men? You could have them anyway with your charm and wits? That way, you are little twisted. And that’s the only thing I do not like about you.

It’s pretty amazing to observe how fast you got translated from me pretty little girl to a woman who shoulders family responsibilities. In a strange way, the way you change yourself reminds me of the speed of Mumbai local. Come to Mumbai sometime, Scarlet. You would love this amazingly electric city. This city is made for people like you. This city is full of people who are driven by absolute self interest, people who have never seen face of self-denial, people who make hard choices knowing the consequences, never regretting the past however bitter the past might be, and arrogantly audacious for the future; like you are. They are kind of narcissist like you, you know. Let me know when you are around. We can go for a drink or something. I hear you like premium scotch.

Thanks and regards,
Prasad Mahajan

P.S.: Frankly, my dear, I do not give a damn if you do not reply to this letter.

End of the letter

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Entry for WYL Contest: Letter to Ethan

Hope you have checked out our Write Your Love Contest. If not, do so now. Here is the entry from Neelam Chandra.

The letter is addressed to Ethan (from movie Guzaarish). Ethan is a paraplegic who files mercy petition for Euthanasia. He had been a famous magician once upon a time.

This letter is being written at a stage when he has just filed his petition for euthanasia.

The Letter

Ethan, I love you. I think you are going to have a hearty laugh as I bare out my heart in front of you. But I just can’t help it. Love is like this only – pure, naive and simple. It does not understand any boundaries.

Ethan, you may think that I am someone from your past – just like Estella. But I am not. Neither do I love you for being a famous magician. That simply does not matter. I love you for your zest for life. I love you for your enthusiasm. I love you because you make so many people smile. And I think bringing a smile on someone’s lips is one of the most wonderful tasks which a living mortal can execute.

Ethan, I have been hearing you on Radio Zindagi since quite some time. I still remember how it all started. One of my friends had had a heart break. Her whole world seemed to have come tumbling down. She had been going steady with this boy friend of hers since more than five years. One day he simply came and told her, “Sona, I must apologize to you. I do not love you, but love your colleague instead.” She was heartbroken and felt that life was not worth living. She had taken out a razor and had thought of cutting her veins. Suddenly, she heard your programme on Radio Zindagi and connected to you. You not only made her ward off such thoughts; you also made her live her life to the fullest. She was the one who had introduced your program to me and since then I have been listening to all your programmes.
I sometimes feel that this nurse of yours, Sophie, is in love with you too and my heart is pink with envy. I think you belong to me exclusively and I am not able to bear the thought that you spend most of her time with her. I feel a strange chemistry between you two, even on the radio. That hurts me. Ethan, you belong to me. Please, please don’t love anyone else.

You may ask me what I shall get from you. After all you are a paraplegic. But do we love someone only for the sake of getting something? Can someone not love a person just like that? I don’t want anything from you. Nothing interests me so much as your thought, your contemplation and your reflection. May be, it is a platonic love!

Ethan, it is true that I have not met you as yet. I had seen you speed by in a car through my window when you were going to the court for your petition of euthanasia. I don’t know how I missed meeting you. Had I known, I would have asked someone to carry me to the court.

Coming to your petition of euthanasia, I don’t think I agree with you. With so many loving friends around you, you should not do it. How heartbroken will they be? I can understand your pain. I know the aches, anguish and agony you have to go through. But your suicide (I call it so) will have a sad, lingering and cascading effect on many of your fans like me. Did I mention I am also a paraplegic like you? I think not. Ethan, I do not even have someone like Sophie to take care of me. It is a struggle at every step for me and my mother who is eighty years old now. But then, one has to live on. After all, if there is life, there has to be some mission.

Ethan, you were the one who used to give me the zeal and enthusiasm to carry on. But don’t worry. The zest for life which you have got imbedded in me shall stay even if you leave this earth. I shall continue to live and be a support for the hundreds of paraplegic persons by writing for them. (I think I told you that I am a writer). After all, the ardour and passion to live begun by you has to continue. I love you Ethan for imparting me that fervour.

End of the letter

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