Love has rendered me utterly useless, Ghalib, otherwise I too was once a capable and productive person.

Ghalib delivers this famous line with a wry, self-deprecating smile, playfully blaming love for stealing away his worldly ambition and usefulness. Beneath the witty humor lies a poignant emotional truth: genuine love consumes the spirit so completely that society's definitions of productivity and success become utterly irrelevant. It isn't a bitter regret, but rather a charming and vulnerable confession of being delightfully ruined by love.