Chhoti si baat

I woke up this morning in Sandy’s room, went straight for the mouse and played this song in winamp. Went to brush my teeth, came back and watched the video of the same song. Went to _work_, came back and played the song again.

I’m obsessed!! This song has started to haunt me. I know this song for years now. But never felt this obsessed. And guys be sure… I’m not in love.

BTW the song is, I’ve decided to type the lyrics as I hear them (Yes hear them again for some tenth time in the day now), here it goes:

na jaan kyon…
hota hai zindagi ke saath,
achaanak ye mann,
kisi ke jaane ke baad… kare fir uski yaad,
chhoti-chhoti si baat… na jaane kyon????

jo anjaan pal,
dhal gaye kal..
aaj wo….
rang badal-badal
man ko machal-machal
rahein hain chhal..
na jaan kyon..
woh anjaan pal….

dhal gaye kal..
aaj wo….
rang badal-badal
man ko machal-machal
rahein hain chhal..
na jaan kyon..
woh anjaan pal….

Saaje bina mere..
nayano me
tute re haaye re sapanon ke mahal

na jaan kyon…
hota hai zindagi ke saath,
achaanak ye mann,
kisi ke jaane ke baad… kare fir uski yaad,
chhoti-chhoti si baat… na jaane kyon????

“I’ve time to breathe here… woff”

wahi hai dagar
wahi hai safar
hai nahi
saath mere magar
ab mera hamsafar
idhar-udhar
dhoonde nazar

wahi hai dagar
wahi hai safar
hai nahi
saath mere magar
ab mera hamsafar
idhar-udhar
dhoonde nazar
wahi hai dagar

khaan gayi shaame
madbhari
wo mere
mere wo
din gaye kidhar??

na jaan kyon…
hota hai zindagi ke saath,
achaanak ye mann,
kisi ke jaane ke baad… kare fir uski yaad,
chhoti-chhoti si baat… na jaane kyon????

Okay okay… i edited the above text and also copied the repetitions… hell!! then what?? Its a great song anyways. Salil Choudhary rocks!!

Some more hindi

Ya I know i’m deviating from the original subject of the blog… Ghalib. But at least I’m live again!!

So have this, its and old favirout from Dharmveer Bharati:

srijan ki thakan bhool ja devataa,
abhi to paDi hai dharaa adhbani.

adhuri dharaa par nahi hai kanhee,
abhi swarg ki neev kaa bhi patA
srijan ki thakan bhool ja devataa

Some really insipring words. Though the poet is addressing a creative mind… an artist or a poet, but its still very relevant for people like me.

Hindi this time

I’m posting here after a long time. Somehow Anju reminded me of this blog. And Jeet I edited the sidebar. Now it’s little more informative.

Khair, today I somehow feel like quoting some good Hindi poetry. So take this:

dono aor prem palataa hai.
priya,
patanga to jalataa hi hai,
deepak bhi jalataa hai.

Another one, this time from Sumitra Nandan Pant:

paawas ritu thi, parvat pradesh,
pal-pal parivartit pakriti vesh

mekhala-akaar, parvat apaar,
apane sahasra drug-suman faad,
avalok raha tha bar-bar,
neeche jal me nij mahaakaar.

And now a self composed one:

ghar ho ik sundar chandan ka,
ghar ho wah komal bandhan,
yeh swapna sajeele mai apane saakaar nahi kar paaonga,
kalp-vriksha ki amal kali tujhe pyaar nahi de paaonga.

tum wah sundar phool ho jo,
jo patzhad me khil jaaye,
mai wah sukha patta hoon,
ho bahaar me zhad jaaye,
bhavuk kavita apane man ki har baar nahi de paaonga,
kalp-vriksha ki amal kali tujhe pyaar nahi de paaonga.

That’s it for now. We’ll be back with lot more. Stay tuned!!

tagaful

Its impossible for Jagjit Singh fans to forget this legendary gazal by Ghalib:

aah ko chaahiye ik umra asar hone tak,
kaun jeetaa hai teri zulf ke sar hone tak.

[sar hona == sulazhana in hindi]

I was just now listening to another rendition of the same gazal by Surriya (recorded sometime in early 50s). It’s really touching. The voice somehow perfectly expresses the feeling carried in the words. And to keep the impact alive throughout the song, only a few shers from the gazal are taken. The order of the shers is also altered. It starts with:

humne mana ki tagaful na karoge lekin,
khaak ho jaayegne hum tumko khabar hone tak.

[tagaful == neglect] [khaak == ashes]

All this has resulted in a real masterpiece. A must have for all Ghalib fans.

Rock, Colaba, IP and Puke!!

Yesterday was a strange day. Sumit, an old friend from Gurgaon, has shifted to Mumbai. I went to meet him in Colaba. That’s where he lives now. And he has got a mansion!! Yes I was captivated by that house. A different colour combo for each room. The drawing room walls painted in off white, strangely contrasting with velvet green curtains and mustard yellow sofas. There were all sorts of amazing stuff hanging/hooked/fixed to the walls. There was this three-tier glass shelf with two spot lights fitted over it, pointing down, creating an amazig kaleidoscope of white-light refractions. Mirrors was another phenomenon present in the setup. The refelections adding to the effect of contrast. Then there was this painting of some dingy cave haning just above the resting stand of a huge bed. That somehow created a feeling of sleeping below a hill, especially when I was high.

Yes I was high!! Because I went to my favourite place in Mumbai with Sumit…. Cafe Mondegar. I guess the only place where I could find Floyd, Nirvana, Doors, REM, GnR, Mettalica playing back-to-back. Now that’s enough reason to get high. The beer added severly to it. This is a bad definition. Anyways, the severity, was multiplied by the other ingridients of the night… discussions!!

Starting with tasteless stupid things like growing IP markets in India… the discussion went colourful with the history of The Doors… and then blended into the rock craze on campus… still furthered into listing of ‘cult’ places in Mumbai…. went off-track into discussing Irani Cafes… to finally end-up with how stoned are the eyes of an amazing girl in yellow, sitting with an all-girls group on the adjecent table.

It was fun!!

But somehow it had to end with a Puke. And it did.

Bill Watterson the great!!

I didn’t know this:

http://www.lambiek.net/watterson.htm

You know what’s ironical, when watterson says this:

…..Who would believe in the innocence of a little kid and his tiger if they cashed in on their popularity to sell overpriced knickknacks that nobody needs?….

he may be right. But some people may still cherish those knickknacks. Its agreed that somebody should not make huge sums out of exclusive marketing. But why this:

…..which means that every Calvin & Hobbes T-shirt, coffee mug or other gadget that is on the market is illegal….

I fail to get the reason. Still Bill Watterson is and will remain a legend.

Time to catch up

Its now time to catch up with things I’ve missed due to the busy month that passed. (Or was it two months?) Well whatever, its now time to catch up. So what did I miss…. a lot of movies, a lot of books, a lot of news!!

Yes surely a lot of news. But it was a strange experience, I mean missing the news. If you pick up today newspaper say after 5 days, most of the news must have either changed, made redundant by some other news, or oblieterated by some happening. So I felt it was okay to have missed the news.

But had to compensate for movies…. haven’t seen anything since the release of Troy. Can you believe that. Yes you have to. Its true. So I saw Troy today. And there’s a long list of pending ones… The Aviator, Ocean’s Elevan, and I don’t even know what(?)…. I told you I missed the news as well. I feel like coming out of some hibernation.

I’ll come back and write reviews, if could manage not to hibernate again.

Mumbai… changing!!

I left delhi when I was 17 or 18. I always disliked the city. People are hypocrite, show-off is prevalent, Its not safe. The delhi news papers read at least one rape case daily.

Mumbai has always been the most liked city. The time span for which the city is awake, the feeling of being home even after being part of the undistinguishable crowd, the unbelievable levels of saftey.

But today a news really baffled me. An incident of rape by a police man… that too on the marine drive. God save Mumbai.. from the real filth of metropolitan life… the feeling of being in a forest… the feeling of being insecure… the feeling on being in a Darwinian framework… struggle for existence and survival of the fittest. God save…. Mumbai!!