‘Kisi Teri Selfishness’: Fear of daughter’s fate

‘Kisi Teri Selfishness’: Fear of daughter’s fate

How selfish! This romantic drama meets the elements of Plato’s philosophy of tragedy. When a tragedy is written, the character of the hero is raised from a higher place and there is a more intense reaction to the fall, not only in the heart and mind but also in the environment.

Which is taking our entire being in its enclosure at this time. On this, the heartless relief is in the charm of Fateh Ali Khan’s voice, the mood of the dance is in Kaif Latif.

All the negativity of the play is handled by this voice and this speech, which by interpreting the negativity of any scene with poetry and music, it is telling that it is all wrong, but all this is also the side of reality that , remains buried inside mansions, bungalows and farmhouses, and is even lost from the history pages to be labeled as golden history.

Writers, directors and actors go through any role before us, they know the positive and negative effects of any scene or character before us. There is a sensitive section but many constraints stand in the way. Sometimes the story itself is this compelling. Here too, the story demands intensity.

Two families have emerged with their own illustrious backgrounds in all respects. On one side there is the middle class, on the other side there is the upper class, on one side there is all kinds of earnings, on the other side there is gratitude and happiness only for the earnings of hard work. On one side there is no son, on one side there is no daughter, on one side there is a tangled offspring, on one side there is a distorted offspring.

When the script has depth and depth in the story, the viewer probably distills the theme or purpose from it according to their mood or taste.

‘My biggest fault is that I am a very small middle-class man. My fault is that I am the father of daughters. The biggest culprit is me, who gave birth to daughters.’ All the pain of the story flows in this one dialogue.

We say that we fear not the daughter but her destiny. To some extent, the story is a summary of this, so somewhere a sentence of a legend of Ahmad Nadeem Qasmi comes to the fore with its meaning that ‘It is unfortunate for a beautiful daughter to be born in a poor man’s house.’

What is love? It always happens to the wrong person at the wrong time so that it can be immortal so that its stings can be heard. Love is not hidden.

In the very first episode, Shamsher asks Mehek‘s father, ‘You give charity to your daughter?’

This sentence triggers somewhere that charity avoids invitations and the invitation itself is asking that you give charity.

Shamsher is an angry young man character that has been filmed a lot in movies, written in novels a lot, but the development over time has shown that he is not a hero, these characteristics are mainly of a villain.

These attributes are those of a person who is rejected by the society and full of deprivations who is empty inside. A full person is very heavy.

But the background in which his character is written is not arguing that he is right, picturing it in the lyrics of the song ‘Thy ways are deceitful.’

The viewer does not understand such a deep thing, how the presenters are connecting which point with which letter.

This is the kind of love that a mentally ill, violent, stubborn person has, that destroys everything. Smell is the destination of helplessness, even if he dies, perhaps such a person will take him out of the grave. But her friend is trying hard to tell her in appropriate words that this is not love. If Mahek does not love him, then what is the point of his one-sided love or stubbornness?

How can he understand when his parents do not understand that they are oppressing others, oppression is in his veins.

History is a witness that the Nawabs, while oppressing their children, forget that those children are also their leaven. Stubbornness or habit is not going to end here. It will continue to change color in life without wanting it.

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How children go wrong, what a good lesson they are getting. By covering up their mistakes, by supporting them unnecessarily. Due to the lack of attention and if there is wealth along with it, you are seeing the mood it brings.

But have you noticed, when it comes to love, the sword softens? As if the man is alive inside him, the circumstances have made a great irony.

He is the Nawab of today so his heart has come in a very digital way when his video with this girl goes viral as an accident. Earlier Nawabzads had to spend money to give hearts to the poor.

The smile is in its place but the story is going smoothly. The entire cast is enthralled and by all accounts the team has worked together. Hard work is visible.

The character of Nawab Sahib is so much in this play that he is going to deceive his son and forget that he is also Nawabzada. He will also put all his efforts, as the father has put, he will become a wall in front of the injustice done to him or his stubbornness.

This attitude may not be good, but it is the demand of the place where the story has arisen, which Mehek and his family are in a dilemma to meet. The story is just about to begin, it feels like the sword and the sword are about to come together in their respective names. A swordsman like a villain will become a hero because he alone screens the petty deprivations of men from all over society.

Mahek will become the heroine because she is also a total reflection of the little helplessness of every girl in the society.

One of the things that has improved with the advent of electronic media is that it has taken life out of the dream and put it in your hands and mine.

How much we hold in the palm and how much we drop from our fingers, it is now probably in our own capacity and control.

The lyrics summarize the story:

You have disgraced the market full of love
O merchant, what have you done with my heart?
How selfish of you
Don’t listen to the plea of ​​your heart

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