I saw Ghajini today. . .a wonderful film, multi layered film tat speaks volumes abt a lotta things. . .but it's not d movie I'm gonna talk abt. . .my focus was on d basic existence of d protagonist n man in general. . .a jetsetting business tycoon who has everythin goin right 4 him is reduced to reminders n photos. . .he no longer remembers his former smooth life, he has 2 b reminded of his very existence n everythin tat surrounds it. . .livin fm day to day, heavily dependent yet very independent. . .d purpose of his life, his new life bein d death of a person who ruined it all for him. . .an unfulfilled life for a long tym. . .

Yet, there's one thing tat he doesn quite forget. . .like Ali (read, a simply wonderful human being) says, people may forget us, they may even forget wat V did 4 them, but they never forget how V made them feel. . .even a person wid anterograde amnesia never forgets how one woman made him feel. . .I thot love surpasses tym, but it also seems 2 surpass sumthin else. . .life, memories, physical presence of d loved one. . .maybe a few more things I simply can't describe. . .don't think there's any need to. . .at sum point in our life, V'll hopefully all know dis feeling. . .