It was not until I saw the Japanese movie Perfect World, I could think Guzaarish could have been made differently. Japanese aesthetics accepts imperfection as wabi sabi. To accept our life the way it is we need to understand wabi sabi. Bhansali’s movie has many beautiful frames but it could not establish the beauty of wabi sabi which Perfect World in its simplicity could.

A wheelchair bound Indian social activist once commented on a social media platform that Guzaarish is the movie she hates the most. While I could well understood it, I cannot help retorting that if we have right to live, we have the right to die too.

One of my favorite Kulhad clay cups has a broken rim now but instead of throwing it away, I have become protective towards it and would like my mom to serve me tea in it most of the times. The feeling of discarding a thing that is intact or beautiful no more just cannot overcome my mind. The Khadi kurta that I bought years back is torn and rugged now but I would like to wear until it gets threadbare. It is not an obsession or fixation, it is just the sense of wabi-sabi.