Nothing anyone says will ever be enough.
It’s not just that he’s gone – but the way he left, just a few short weeks after that iconic conversation with SRK re-visiting his life and life’s works. And his last love letter to cinema and to the audience set to release so soon – almost as though he knew…that it was time to say goodbye to his legions of fans and well-wishers, to all of us whose dreams and fantasies and filmy passions were born via his vision of life, love and human relationships.
For me, Yash Chopra IS Bollywood so it’s really unfathomable to even wrap my head around the fact that he’s gone. It’s too impossible to conceive – how can there be a Bollywood without Yash Chopra? What is Bollywood without Yash Chopra? What does the industry stand for without him? How can he be gone? There’s almost a feeling like the entire industry has been orphaned by his passing.
In a way, it’s like the passing of the entire old guard, of old Bollywood, not just a generation but an entire way of being, living, dreaming, working, relating, expressing, seeking, worshipping and above all, loving. He lived well and he lived fully and he leaves behind his entire heart with each one of the movies he made, each lovingly crafted frame woven with that extra-special magic that only he, to this day, has known how to weave on the silver screen.
That magic is Yash Chopra’s greatest gift to us. It wouldn’t be overstating it to say that my notions of love, relationship, beauty and goodness were shaped by him at a very young age, and they remain in my consciousness so unwilling to fade despite the increasing jadedness and cynicism of the world. Yash ji was innocence, and I believed in that innocence (and still do). In some invisible, subtle way, he’s made an impact on how I’ve lived my life and the choices I’ve made.
No, Yash ji wasn’t just a filmmaker. He was much, much more than that. And he lives forever.