I watched Mughal-e-Azam

Rekha and I watched Mughal-e-Azam over the weekend. Nice, colorful movie. Definitely better than the pseudo-tear-jerker Devdas.

The movie is all about a young Jehangir (Akbar`s son) falling in love with Anarkali, a dancer at the court. And the repercussions.

There are instances in the movie, where Jehangir, blinded by his love for Anarkali agrees to leave all his birthrights (like the crown, kingdom, harem etc) and face death by cannon shot. Such sacrifice for the sake of silly love made interesting viewing.

Rekha and I would look at each-other and cuddle whenever a very emotional Dilip Kumar or a sentimental Madhubala delivered a line on what ‘true` love was. And I would feel a special warmth in Rekha`s embraces. She was running temperature, perhaps.

Made me wonder if I would go the same distance for Rekha. Definitely not. I would not even share my All-Out mosquito-repellent, leave alone abdicating my throne.

Till the interval, I thought Akbar`s son was Shah Jahan. During my history classes, all I could do was concentrate on my pretty teacher – Ms Nivedita Bedi and dream of starting my own dynasty.

Lack of knowledge, made me take the hero`s love affair lightly…coz I thought…anyways this bugger is going to fall for Mumtaz Mahal again and build a Taj Mahal for her. So whats all this fuss about missing Anarkali.

During the interval, I saw one gentleman explaining the Mughal Dynasty using five medium-sized popcorn cones, to his son. Each cone represented one Mughal King – Babur, Akbar, Jehangir, Shah Jahan and Aurangazeb. Now, I knew my history…and was better placed to understand and empathize with Prince Jehangir.

Rekha cried during the movie. Since, all this while I had been projecting myself as a metrosexual, I was forced to cry. Am glad they switch off the lights while screening the movies.

As I was saying, the movie went well…but I can never take a cannon shot for Rekha. A shot of tequila? Yes.