My next VM is on the song "Yeh sama-sama hai pyar ka" from the movie "jab jab phool khile". When I heard this song, I thought lyrics suited Radhika of CB2 who was a carefree creature in her own world. But I did not have scenes for this song from CB2. So I decided to make it on Radhika of CB1.
After making it, I felt it suited Radhika of CB1 too during the time period when she got engaged to Dev after all the drama. That was the time her transformation started because of Dev who helped her recover from her abusive past. This track was well handled despite all the melodrama because they showed that gradual transformation of Radhika from a subdued person to a more free person.
So I have titled this VM as "The Genesis of a Butterfly" even though the title doesn't directly match the lyrics. But the sequence of the VM made me think of Radhika as somebody who became a butterfly as her relationship with Dev progressed. The word "Genesis" means "The coming into being of something or the origin". The title is taken from a poem by Victor Hugo.
Williams Wordsworth also has written a poem "To a Butterfly". I have quoted few lines from that poem to show Dev's perspective who is thinking of Radhika as this butterfly who may fly away and he wants to hold on to her. He is also that breeze in her life that brings her back to life figuratively.
Again both poems have different meanings, but here I am interpreting them in context of Radhika. Misti, this interpretation is based on how you used to see Radhika of CB1. So I have taken it from you because this is not how I saw Radhika initially as I hadn't liked her character too much during the middle of that show.
THE GENESIS OF BUTTERFLIES (By Victor Hugo)
The dawn is smiling on the dew that covers
The tearful roses; lo, the little lovers
That kiss the buds, and all the flutterings
In jasmine bloom, and privet, of white wings,
That go and come, and fly, and peep and hide,
With muffled music, murmured far and wide.
Ah, the Spring time, when we think of all the lays
That dreamy lovers send to dreamy mays,
Of the fond hearts within a billet bound,
Of all the soft silk paper that pens wound,
The messages of love that mortals write
Filled with intoxication of delight,
Written in April and before the May time
Shredded and flown, playthings for the wind's playtime,
We dream that all white butterflies above,
Who seek through clouds or waters souls to love,
And leave their lady mistress in despair,
To flit to flowers, as kinder and more fair,
Are but torn love-letters, that through the skies
Flutter, and float, and change to butterflies.
"To A Butterfly" (William Wordsworth)
I'VE watched you now a full half-hour;
Self-poised upon that yellow flower
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless!--not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!
STAY near me--do not take thy flight!
A little longer stay in sight!
Much converse do I find in thee,
Float near me; do not yet depart!
Dead times revive in thee:
Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art!
Following is the VM "The Genesis of a Butterfly".
[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=FxqVx9-Bygc[/YOUTUBE]
Edited by why6 - 12 years ago