what i loved most about "ZINDA" starring Sanjay Dutt and John Abraham was the grit the man shows even after so much being done to him. A newly married man who is doing well in life, has so many things planned, so many dreams in store is out of nowhere shot at, and wakes up to find himself in a cell. There's no one to exlain to him what he has done to deserve that, no one to tel him, why he's there, and for how long. Despair surrounds him. he is not allowed to ask questions, he is not allowed to live. he is not even allowed to die. fourteen years...

anyone could get crushed. anyone could give up, go insane, lose it all, give in.

it is the instinct of every being to live more than anything else that keeps one going. its there. its in all of us.

we just need to discover it.

so the next time when you are really low and ask yourself, "WHY ME??!!" think again. think of Bali. For fourteen years he must have asked this very question. To himself, to God. He must have wanted to scream himself to death. He would've wanted to wild.. wild with that pricking, curbing, ovrewhelming, encompassing feeling... how long.. he must be just waiting to die. just waiting. and yet he lived on.

a part of me tells me that curiosity also plays a very important role here. to see what happens next. because Hope never dies. Bali never loses hope. Hope of change. Any change. Change in the lunch, change in the time when they fumigate his room with Valium so that he's unconcious when they come to shave him, or even a change in his hairstyle..

this hope makes him stronger. this very hope makes all of us stronger. it always will...