In an interview, Lata Mangeshkar was asked what she would want to be in her next life.
Without hesitation, Lata replied, "It would be wonderful if there were no next life; but if there is one, I would never want to be Lata Mangeshkar again. Only one Lata knows the pain of being Lata!"
As she spoke these words and afterwards, Lataji smiled gently. But before one can smile like this, one must endure infinite tears in silence. Fighting so many battles in a single lifetime is truly exhausting!
Shah Rukh Khan once said in an interview, "I have everything, yet I feel terribly alone, utterly empty inside."
The very Lata whose melodies have taught millions to love life, whose voice has awakened love in countless hearts—this same Lata, thinking of the infinite pain she endured in creating her own life, does not wish to be born as Lata again! The very Lataji whose music has stood as inspiration for countless souls to keep living—this same Lataji does not want to be Lata Mangeshkar in her next life!
Could such a human birth as Lata Mangeshkar's be attained even through a hundred lifetimes of devotion! To achieve such a birth, one must humbly accept a thousand deaths!
The very Shah Rukh whose acting and dialogue cure our loneliness—this same Shah Rukh suffers from such profound solitude in his personal life. Isn't it strange?
Perhaps the tears of great souls are also great in size. The sorrows of great people are also great in measure.
Human life itself is strange. What we see from the outside is not everything; the inner color perhaps tells a different story. Those we see one way from the outside may be someone entirely different within.
Sometimes people are terribly unhappy despite having everything needed for happiness. And sometimes, others are unhappy precisely because they lack everything needed for happiness.
No two people share even a trace of similarity. Those who try to measure others by their own standards are the most worthless and foolish of all.
Yet... yet every person in this world shares one profound similarity; at the end of the day, we are all alone. Whether great or small—like that lone star amidst billions—we are each alone.
Some are alone because they have everything, others are alone because they have nothing at all.
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