What is it with Bollywood and love stories! How do they make them so captivating that even I, an eternal nemesis of cinematic romance, find them so intriguing? This was actually sorted under 'Action' via Google, which is why I watched it, but apart from some tense bomb defusing and the occasional explosion it was about all but that (that as in - action).
It was about an unlikely romance: a woman, a man, a prayer to keep him alive at the sacrifice of keeping him away, and his challenge to god: that he'd face death every day, until he'd die and she'd loose her faith, or he'd live and she'd come back to him. And he did, for ten years, until on a whim he meets and rescues a certain reporter, who happens to read a memoir he'd written about what you just read about, and eventually he ends up back in London - where the story started, and after a decade of slowly dying, day by day, these two true lovers meet again. As he says: "Life kills you a little every day, yet a bomb kills you only once. If you don't wear a suit to protect yourself from life, why wear one to protect yourself from death?" (not exact quote)
Yet it's not over yet! And the final scene is incredibly unnerving. I don't know about the average viewer, but I certainly didn't share his faith, or lack of faith, at that moment. Not going to mention what the scene was about or how it ended, though if you want a spoiler: it was a happy ending. This movie was a real adventure, an emotional trip that kept me glued to my chair, with a little twist towards the end... and all the way I wished only the best for the main characters. Making them seem entirely sympathetic is an art too. The title means: As long as there is life (in me).
rated 4/5: fo shizzle