When you first try and project ‘Zindagi Gulzar Hai’ upon someone, you might not have anything much to go on really. You can talk about the setting, but that wouldn’t sound too enticing; a university. Or how about the fact that it’s about humble girl Kashaf esteeming from a lower class who is pursued by richer suitor Zaroon? No, that won’t do it, not alluring enough. So what is it about this drama that we can sell? What’s the tasty slice of pie that will have someone pining for more? Well, it all lies in tender moments; that’s all really. I could sum up the entire drama on a montage of very, very few moments that form a plush story that hits home – moments that have been methodically strawed together to carve out an unearthed gem of a drama. The particular scene I’d like to talk about is the moment of clarity when Kashaf falls for Zaroon all at once.
It was an incredibly normal setting, with Zaroon’s uncle ushering the two to sit down to talk
Kashaf despised Zaroon on the surface, yet there was an unconscious love that was proliferating in her heavy veins. The two have spent considerable time together until now, and Zaroon has fallen hard for the incredibly fierce, sturdy and unphased Kashaf – who still lacks confidence when she should be soaked in it.
Zaroon begins his heartfelt speech, and Kashaf remains silent and composed
Kashaf never does realize that her face is the epitome of an open book; her furrow eyes carve out emotion far more profoundly. He’s reeling her in and in a quick string of words, confesses his adoration for her. Yes, Zaroon swallows up a chunk of her spattered attention, and we finally see Kashaf actually listening (and not gloriously interrupting ruthlessly as per the usual). Like I said, it’s all very, very normal – and close to a realistic situation as can be (nothing new as such yet).
So why on earth would something like tea be her moment of sparkling clarity?
Zaroon is interrupted as someone enters to offer the two some tea. It’s a whirlwind few seconds, as a cup of tea is spilled and Zaroon grabs hold of it to save Kashaf’s hands. Yes, it’s a kind gesture to grab hold of a cup like that to save someone – but most wouldn’t really think twice.
She was besotted; scared, but hopelessly besotted
You see, one has to understand where Kashaf comes from; she’s never been close to anyone of the opposite gender before; she has unfailingly remained reserved, willingly closing up like a dusted book at the back of a shelf. She enjoys slipping into the shadows; in fact she relishes in it. Kashaf, unarguably the least romantic person in the world (not really an overstatement) immediately looks at Zaroon in a way she had never looked at anyone before; with trembling affection.
And that’s it really – it just takes a split second, a tender moment to suddenly have grand orchestras rattling your bones when you at long last grasp you’re in love
It’s tailored, delicately so for every soul. Who on earth could have guessed something as oddly wonderful as chai would resound alarms in Kashaf’s head? Nonetheless, that is the fragrance of love; pungent, crashing forth like a wave against a dry shore, and almost entirely unpredictable.
It was a confetti-like collision, with sparks igniting into infernos around her
Her horizons are suddenly no longer blurred, and the sunup of a future with Zaroon abruptly dawns upon her. She explains it all to her sister later in the day, and as we watch Kashaf retell it all, we’re in awe as is she; she’s still in mild shock…
Never has she thought herself worthy of love, and this is her sweetest downfall
She was a hermit, suffocating in a raging storm with no way out. Beyond her sisters and mother, Kashaf trusted no one and forever pitied herself against other girls. Zaroon was the first man to gnaw his way through her jagged cage; the first to not give up and the first to rescue her body and soul. She had never felt anything remotely like this before – and how could she? Kashaf wasn’t one to easily get along with. Her walls were built high, far too high.
He saved her in all entirety; she was drowning, and he saved her
See the cup of tea as an emblem for something far grander. When you feel alone most of your life, with an unfortunate cord of incessant mishaps twined around you like barbed wire – it’s something close to remarkable when someone not just wants to stand by your side, but also rip you from that very cord. This scene was magnificent and is unfortunately often overlooked and not really inhaled in all its purity. Zaroon’s kindness and patience, although vivid to the rest of us, was cornered off in Kashaf’s eyes until this very moment.
She was drowning, and he saved her.