I would like to quote two examples here.
First of the Indian Airlines Flight Hijack,quite sometime ago,I was too young,so don't remember the details at all...but I do remember one fact...there was a young couple,newly married,and getting back from a much cherished honeymoon...and how,the young and handsome groom was brutally wounded by the terrorists in front of his lady love's eyes. It remains etched on my mind,her face,and the the guy's body,which succumbed to the wounds later.
How she must have lived with those memories,and how he must have relived each moment spent with his new and beautiful love...how he must have gathered her face and its beauty,with deep anguish ,in his own eyes...how he must have lived a thousand centuries in those few moments and loved with a million emotions...the sheer desperation of seeing life slip by...
That memory,is unforgettable...how excruciatingly painful it must have been for those two ,so in love.
The other memory is from my childhood....normally,I take time to answer your query,but today,I just couldn't help but rush to answer this one,cause of one cherished memory of my childhood.
A song,which defined my childhood notion of 'ULTIMATE LOVE'...with the heady image of James Dean....flying in his racing Sports Car,the Rebel Without A Cause,speeding down to meet a young death at 25 or so....and then this song by Ray Peterson....
Somehow,your query would be incomplete without this song featuring in it...so here it is....
Laura and Tommy were lovers
He wanted to give her everything
Flowers, presents and most of all, a wedding ring
He saw a sign for a stock car race
A thousand dollar prize it read
He couldn't get Laura on the phone
So to her mother Tommy said
Tell Laura I love her, tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura I may be late
I've something to do, that cannot wait
He drove his car to the racing grounds
He was the youngest driver there
The crowed roared as they started the race
'Round the track they drove at a deadly pace
No one knows what happened that day
How his car overturned in flames
But as they pulled him from the twisted wreck
With his dying breath, they heard him say
Tell Laura I love her, tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura not to cry
My love for her will never die
And in the chapel where Laura prays
For Tommy who passed away
It was just for Laura he lived and died
Alone in the chapel she can hear him cry
Tell Laura I love her, tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura not to cry
My love for her will never die
Tell Laura I love her.....
The pain...the passion...the desperation....the love....somehow it all gels so well with the agonizing pain of losing a life,where one does carry it all away...along with thousands of dreams....hopes...desires....and memories.
First of the Indian Airlines Flight Hijack,quite sometime ago,I was too young,so don't remember the details at all...but I do remember one fact...there was a young couple,newly married,and getting back from a much cherished honeymoon...and how,the young and handsome groom was brutally wounded by the terrorists in front of his lady love's eyes. It remains etched on my mind,her face,and the the guy's body,which succumbed to the wounds later.
How she must have lived with those memories,and how he must have relived each moment spent with his new and beautiful love...how he must have gathered her face and its beauty,with deep anguish ,in his own eyes...how he must have lived a thousand centuries in those few moments and loved with a million emotions...the sheer desperation of seeing life slip by...
That memory,is unforgettable...how excruciatingly painful it must have been for those two ,so in love.
The other memory is from my childhood....normally,I take time to answer your query,but today,I just couldn't help but rush to answer this one,cause of one cherished memory of my childhood.
A song,which defined my childhood notion of 'ULTIMATE LOVE'...with the heady image of James Dean....flying in his racing Sports Car,the Rebel Without A Cause,speeding down to meet a young death at 25 or so....and then this song by Ray Peterson....
Somehow,your query would be incomplete without this song featuring in it...so here it is....
Laura and Tommy were lovers
He wanted to give her everything
Flowers, presents and most of all, a wedding ring
He saw a sign for a stock car race
A thousand dollar prize it read
He couldn't get Laura on the phone
So to her mother Tommy said
Tell Laura I love her, tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura I may be late
I've something to do, that cannot wait
He drove his car to the racing grounds
He was the youngest driver there
The crowed roared as they started the race
'Round the track they drove at a deadly pace
No one knows what happened that day
How his car overturned in flames
But as they pulled him from the twisted wreck
With his dying breath, they heard him say
Tell Laura I love her, tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura not to cry
My love for her will never die
And in the chapel where Laura prays
For Tommy who passed away
It was just for Laura he lived and died
Alone in the chapel she can hear him cry
Tell Laura I love her, tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura not to cry
My love for her will never die
Tell Laura I love her.....
The pain...the passion...the desperation....the love....somehow it all gels so well with the agonizing pain of losing a life,where one does carry it all away...along with thousands of dreams....hopes...desires....and memories.
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