Memories

Phir teri kahaani yaad aayi

Phir tera Fasaana yaad aaya.

Phir aaj hamari aankhon ko

ek khwaab puraana yaad aaya.

tune to kanara paa hi liya

uljhe hain toofano main hum

Aye jaan-e-wafa aaj hume

pichla woh zamaana yaad aaya.

Ear worm of the day

badi wafa se nibhayi tune,
hamari thodi si bewafaayi

kahin kisi roz yun bhi hota
hamari haalat tumhari hoti

Jo raat humne guzaari marke
woh raat tumne guzari hoti

hazar rahein mud ke dekhi
kahin se koi sada na aayi

tumhe ye zid thi ke hum bulaate
hume ye ummeed ki woh pukarein

hain naam abhi hoton pe lekin
awaaz main pad gayi daraarein

badi wafa se nibhayi tumne
hamari thodi si bewafayi

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yqbC-KZNfRg

Musiquely yours

I realise Im long due on the number of tags I need to do. And I plod through them in the FIFO manner.
Taru tagged me long back on this; have always thought of getting down to do this, but laziness always overtakes me on the path to meaningful blogging :D
Anyways, here goes.
'The' moment:
याद है मुझको मेरी उम्र की पहली वो घड़ी
तेरी आँखों से कोई जाम पिया था मैंने
मेरे रग रग में कोई बरक सी लहराई थी
जब तेरे मरमरी हाथों को छुआ था

Wine, Women and Song:
इन्तेहाँ हो गई इन्तेज़ार की
आईना कुछ ख़बर, मेरे यार की

The tiny-winy corner of your heart
थोडी सी ज़मीन, थोड़ा आसमान
तिनकों का बस एक आशियाँ
माँगा हैं तुमसे, वो ज्यादा तो नहीं हैं
देने को तो जान दे दे , वादा तो नहीं हैं
कोई तेरे वादों पे जीता हैं यहाँ

Moving on
खाली हैं शाम आई हैं
खाली हाथ जायेगी, आज भी न आया कोई
खाली लौट जायेगी, खाली हाथ शाम आई हें

Dreams unlimited
देखो मेंने देखा हें ये एक सपना
फूलों के शहर मैं हो घर अपना

Anything for you, ma'am
जिंदगी मैं जो कहीं और मैं खो जाऊँगा
तुमसे मिलने के लिए लौट कर फिर आऊंगा
ए मेरी जान- ऐ- वफ़ा देखना राहें मेरी

Life is a sinusoid...
हजारों ख्वाहिशें ऐसी, की हर ख्वाहिश पे दम निकले
बहुत निकले, मेरे अरमान लेकिन फिर भी कम निकाले

It happened to me...
तुम से मिलके ऐसा लगा तुम से मिलके
अरमान हुए पूरे दिल के आय मेरी जान- ऐ- वफ़ा

It's all your fault!!
दिल की बात न पूछो, दिल तो आता रहेगा
दिल बहकाता रहा हैं, दिल बहकाता रहेगा
तुमने दिल को कुछ समझाया होता

Drunken Revelry
हुज़ूर इस कदर भी न इतराके चलिए
खुले आम आँचल न लहरा के चलिए

Flickr of hope
अल्लाह के बन्दे हंसदे,
जो भी हो कल फिर आएगा

Pensieve
क्या ख़बर, क्या पता,
क्या खुशी हैं, ग़म हैं क्या

Never let me go
तू जहाँ जहाँ चलेगा,
मेरा साया साथ होगा

Happiness is within
मैं आप ही अपनी प्रेमिका
मैं आप ही अपनी सहेली

Winds of change
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've gotta get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry

Far from the madding crowds
कहीं दूर जब दिन ढल जाए,
सांझ की दुल्हन बदन चुराए
चुपके से आए

Screw it.
सेज नहीं चिता सही,
जो भी मिले सोना होगा
न कोई तेरा, न कोई मेरा,
फिर किस की याद आई

Tagged:
Sakshi,
Dhivya (passing on the toothache again you see)
Sidin
Sanjeev - The "Daddy cool"

'haappyyyy tooooo'

Make someone happy,
Make just one someone happy;
Make just one heart the heart you sing to.
One smile that cheers you,
One face that lights when it nears you,
One girl you're ev'rything to.

Fame if you win it,
Comes and goes in a minute.
Where's the real stuff in life to cling to?
Love is the answer,
Someone to love is the answer.
Once you've found her, build your world around her.

Make someone happy,
Make just one someone happy,
And you will be happy, too.


Was looking for this song since a couple of days. Finally *sigh* got it. Love this song. So much so much so much :D
and a biggggg Thank you to Taru for directing me to the website that had this song, and to Sakshi for trying her best to get it for me.

(PS - in such a contented mood with this song playing on loop on the comp, that we see no reason to rant over the spate of bad and angry days we have been having. we'll just reserve anger for later, shall we? right now, we'll be happyyy tooooo)


------EDIT-------
Office Humor

The "wtf (look amazed) smile, break into a big grin and then rotfl" moment of the day

An email exchange reads thus -

From xxx@yyy.com
To aaa@yyy.com, bbb@yyy.com, ccc@yyy.com
CC zzz@yyy.com

Justso - the measurement is not as impotent as the methodology that is used to get there.
We need to get the process right and blah blah blah.....

-XXX

A colleague points out how well the second line fits the first - "is not as impotent as..." and then "we need to get the process right...."
LMAO!
---------------------------
The "look at us, we are cool wannabes" moment of the day

Scene - outside a hep mall of the city; we are trying to cross the road, and we have a few pyts standing next to us as though they are posing for a fashion magazine.

C - He did not answer the question asked, just blabbered around for 20 minutes with no comprehension of what he was blabbering

P - Completely true, I agree. He had no idea of the ramifications or the strategic importance of the answers he was giving in a large forum that he was adressing.

The girls - horrified at the language used. they have never heard anything beyond two syllables and this sounds like greek and latin to them.

Me - yeah, he was just trying to beat around the bush.

P - Hey!waaatttt??? major pervert you are heh, beating and bush and all - laugh , snort laugh.

Me - hey waaattt daaa, you are a major pervert, laugh grunt, snort laugh (with "we are so cool heh" expressions)

The girls - *disgusted* and decide not to cross the road, instead walk down elsewhere

We - *duh? they just dont get our coolness daaaa* look

:D

PS - Yes in a very very goodddd mood today :D (touch wood)
PPS - Thanks to Taru for her Post Script :) *hugs*

and , in a moment

lazy sunday afternoon,

the kind of noons when you hear the phone ringing, dont even stretch your hand out to put it on a silent mode, instead, just turn the other side, drag the pillow over your hear, snuggle a li'l more and curl up.

the kind of noons, that when you suddenly feel bored, and like the feeling of feeling bored and lazily, yawn and stretch and plonk back into your pillows.

the long noon, when a moment reminds of you of someone, and then, a song creeps up into your senses ...

thought Sakshi would have that song, as soon as fingers touched the keyboard, they rummaged through her website and returned back a li'l disappointed; but anyways, here's the moment and feel free to wallow in the grief of broken love as Mukesh sings for Manoj Kumar in this block buster of yester years - Purab aur Paschim.

Koi_Jab_Tumhara_hr...

Reading poetry ... "All You Who Sleep Tonight" by Vikram Seth.

Sit, drink your coffee here; your work can wait awhile.
You’re twenty-six, and still have some life ahead.
No need for wit; just talk vacuities, and I’ll
Reciprocate in kind, or laugh at you instead.

The world is too opaque, distressing and profound.
This twenty minutes’ rendezvous will make my day:
To sit here in the sun, with grackles all around,
Staring with beady eyes, and you two feet away.

- Vikram Seth.

What a juxtaposition to the song and the poem, what a marvel is the mind that can conjure up two separate sets of emotions in a single moment?

Foul

shitty, foul and irritated mood; and no , not the PMS mood swing.
Just F%^& off, before I kill you.

Some musings

What do you do when you are content with your life, and just one moment rips apart that seemingly calm exterior?

What do you do when the only person who would ever understand you, is the person you dont want to talk to, because understanding you, would just hurt the person even more?

Just Not Right

something isnt right.

Pyaar Mein Jinke Sab Jag Chhodha
Aur Huye Badnaam
Unke Hi Haathon Haal Hua Yeh
Baithe Hai Dil Ko Tham
Apne Kabhi The Ab Hain Paraaye
Din Dhal jaaye

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Reminscing

It was a time to think back on the third/ fourth grade science text book when the news channel aired the black and white images of Sputnik rushing off to space. The 50th year anniversary of man's foray into space; and the emerge of "star wars"; the epic moment of when fiction becomes fact is today, another day; which then, was a moment unparalleled in the history of mankind. While India rejoices on "her"(!!??) daughter Sunita William's glory in the world history ... I spent a few minutes thinking about my school teacher who made me spell Yuri Gagarin right, and admonished us kids for giggling over Laika - the first dog (or was it the monkey?) in space and got amused all over again with thoughts of what Maneka Gandhi would have told them on having blasted a poor animal to space. Today, space travel is the ultimate in showing off your obscene amounts of wealth. Recently, sitting at my Doc's clinic, I read about space sex ....hmmm... we-ll.... I guess space sex takes Pretty Woman to the next century eh?

Admid the Radio mirchis and Radio Citys and the Big Radios that the spectrum is clogged with these days, my late nights back home allow me to savor the flavor of the bygone times. Vividh Bharati. Not that I dont like the English muzik that spews from Radio Indigo or dont listen to stupid shayari that is aired on Radio City - here sample this-

"ye zaalim palat ke to dekh, hum bhi to dil rakhte hain
Tum car rakhte ho to kya? hum bhi rickshaw rakhte hain"

Vividh Bharati though holds a different place altogether in my heart. Inspite of its capacity to get hold of monotonous announcers who talk in deadpan voices over the years, inspite of its faux pas that it keeps committing by announcing one song and playing another, inspite of colleagues telling me Ive aged at 24; Vividh Bharati remains a personal favorite.

It celebrates its 50th year anniversary this month. It aired snippets of all the celebrities who had compered its shows like Jaymala and ek-hi-film se; celebrities like Balraj Sahni, Ashok Kumar (yes - he was young too - well, maybe), Dev Anand (can anyone call him old?), Gulzar, and many more whom I did not recognize; played songs that were pure platinum; some of the songs were Wa---yyy beyond me; but the general nostalgia bit me.

Was reminded of the days when we had a small black and white TV with no other channel but doordarshan - the TV was switched on only to listen to Gujrathi and Hindi news. Switching on TV in the mornings was a sin worse than murder; and my dad an avid music buff needed his daily dose of music while he shaved and showered. Dad found a way to bend his beloved wife's rules - switch on the radio - and hum along with it. Teach me songs and dance wierdly to its tunes making me laugh; while fending off questions like "why can you alone shave? why cant I?" and "why are you not shaving the hair on your head?"

A ladies man, my dad, would attract a lot of female attention in the Motinagar Society as he sang along to "Mere saamne wale khidki" , mom would get so irked and angry; and that was when dad would wait for a nice romantic song like "phoolon ke rang se" or " tum bin jeevan" to play and waltz into the kitchen to hold her in his arms and make her shake her head and sigh in resignation at her husband's antics.

I remember these scenes with so much clarity even after a good 17-18 years; a time when we werent too well off, the home was just three rooms - a kitchen, a hall and a bathroom-cum-toilet, but we were laughing, always. When the sound of dad's Silver Plus meant a chocolate and on Sundays, an outing to Lal Bagh. And Vividh bharati - and my dad's imitations of all the announcers and his sing along songs and women - even married- who always were vying for his attention :D (which of course used to make mom go soooo mad with jealousy).

Im glad I return late from office, in time to listen to Vividh bharati; even after 50 years, it still keeps putting people to sleep with its army of deadpan announcers. :-)

aaj vividh bharti pe aap sun rahe hain ....

Heard this song on Vividh Bharati on my way back home.
This song has always been one of my "ultimate" romantic songs.
See how serene the setting, obviously the pair is not well off, he's riding a bicycle, but they are oblivious to that; what matters to them is not the riches, but rather themselves. Thats love. Isnt it?
To be happy because the one person who matters the most is next to you. ahh I could go on, but lets stop here.

hey maine kasam li,
hey tune kasam li, nahin honge juda hum.....

paake tujhe khoya kabhi,
khoke kabhi paaya ,
janam janam tere liye,
badli humne kaaya

Another reason for my romance with this song is dad.
I have a CD of a collection of similar songs at home. I would always play this CD atleast once in a couple of days -usually when he would be near the sink shaving, he loved this song. He would stride down to the living room, wearing nothing except for his 'trademark' underwear, do a funny dance and ask "have you seen this sorta dance elsewhere?" I would always laugh and reply "yes - you just did" and get a smear of his shaving cream on my nose or cheek and walk away humming this song. Dad believed in love, forever an optimist dad was a joker, a clown,a friend, a whipping boy, a pillar but above all, a perfect human being - and a perfect dad. He loved his children more than anything, and *pats self on the back* I was his favorite *grins*

Today, in the dead of the night, listening to this song in the cab, brought back such vivid memories of his shaving cream, that I had to wipe my nose to check if there was any chaving cream there - I could almost smell it there :D

Here's the youtube embed -

Invasive Music

The songs that have invaded my mind since yesterday.

A song of 'could be's and 'are not's ; a reminscence of everything happy and a reflection of everything sad.

A song of regrets and lonliness, a song that makes the waves of sorrow lurking within the heart rise to a crescendo.

Saagar Kinare By Lata

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Two different days, One song, two different emotions - in a span of two weeks. Is it possible? I say it is.
Some communities say its bad for a girl to look/be immensely happy just before her wedding - they say its an ill omen.
Sometimes, songs like these just tell you how happiness is coated with sorrow from the within, and how shortlived happiness is before the anger and sorrow shows up.

Ye Galiyan Ye Chaubara - Prem Rog

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Now its love, now it isnt. Now you've forgotten it, now you havent.Now its yours, now it isnt.
Peace! Where Art Thou?

Meri Kismat Main tu Nahin - Prem Rog

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Mere Naseeb main Aye Dost tera pyaar nahin - Do Raaste

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Finally, a song of longing, want and desperation. A song that makes you believe love never dies, just lingers on, to torment you in the death as well.

Mere Naina Saawan Bhado from Mehbooba - Lata

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Songs, and the power they exude on one. *sigh*

If Music be the Food of Fools ...

After a totally devastating day yesterday, I decided to make most of the night ;-)
and when the nerd in me decides to make the most of a night, it means, I pulled up a chair, stood on it, pulled out a crate of books, selected the most nerdiest of them all - "Auditing theory and Practise" and immersed myself in it.

Nothing more than a nice playlist of songs in winamp and a good auditing book to help you soothe those ruffled feathers.

Anyways, since I can already sense the yawns the mention of auditing will bring about, let me talk about the next best thing - thats the music on my play-list.
I usually have a (u guessed it ) a morose play list which contains songs like

-mere naseeb main ae dost tera pyaar nahin
-mere naina saawan bhaado
-careless whisper - (George Micheal obviously hasnt studied the Indian market -he doesnt know Carefree and Whisper are the words here :P *chuckles at that PJ*)
-ab jo kiye ho daata, aisa na keejo - agale janam mohe bitiya na keejo
-hazaaron khawhishein aisi
-dil dhoondta hain
-Rudaali
-koi humdum na raha
-aaye tum yaad mujhe
etc ... you get it - the likes - it helps me set a mood for my morbid writing.
Yesterday, though, I felt the need to change some songs on this play-list. I usually listen to the lyrics AND the tune so the lyrics are a must - if I cant "feel" the lyric, the song is out, and many songs have heart rending lyrics and are sung by equally talented people who could make the Joker weep in agony - you would have no Batman then!
*imagines Kishore da bringing the joker down with his mere naina saawan bhaado"*....
Sheer singing geniuses.
Exactly the reason I needed to change the playlist. I needed no more tears - I actually hate to cry

"Pushpa, I hate tears"

So here's what my playlist looked like

-Cash meri aankhon main
-Naughty naughty- sexy sexy (Cash)
-No excuses (courtesy Tapan)
-Norweigan Wood (courtesy Tapan)
-Lakdi ki kaathi
-Mera Pahla Pahla Pyaar (Courtesy Sajid)
-Bol na Halke Halke
-Raag Shivaranjani , Raag Todi, Raag durga - the Flute Rendering by Hariprasad Chaurasiya
and the likes
Now, i sang along with
cash meri aankhon main cash mere nostrils main, cash mere mucus main
I danced wildly to naughty naughty and hit my ankle and broke the bed
(no matter what I did, I swear it was better than those 3 female chimps choreographed in the song... It looks like thechoreographer got high on crack, copulated with a chimera and decided to replicate the movements in the song *shakes head*)
I brayed along to no excuses and made wild sitar strumming gestures to norweigan wood,wailed out loud and noisily to mera pahla pahle pyaar ...
well, you know . the kind of stuff you do when no one's looking and you fancy yourself to be the Diva of the world? yeah - exactly, I did that.
(yeah - you may ask where are the other humans who live in the home? My mom took off to her maayaka in a frenzy of anger and excitement - so I have the whole house to myself, not that Im complaining, I love to be alone)
By the time the playlist played bol na halke halke, I had danced/gesticulated/flung away/brayed away my frustration of the day and was tired - emotional drain and the physical strain seem to have taken the toll, and was on the bed ... half asleep.
My mind conjured up a wild imagination of bol na halke halke, a decent version of which I shared with Nasia...

the song is so dreamy and beautiful, that for an instant, I was in that nice utopian dreamworld. The song ended and I slept, for only in dreams do you get what you want.

PS - After the last few comments on the earlier post, it is evident that there are worse people than me. Atleast I leave a name for the person to @#$!@#$!@# to when I leave a malicious comment behind on someone's blog. Maybe the guy/ girl got a kick jacking off when posting anon comments *tee hee*
*sigh* anyways - my thick skin does not allow anon comments to pierce through to my granite interior :P

Broken

A new song I heard by Radiohead - its named Planet Telex ( correct me if Im wrong though)

You can force it but it will not come
You can taste it but it will not form
You can crush it but it's always here
You can crush it but it's always near
Chasing you home saying
Everything is broken
Everyone is broken

You can force it but it will stay stung
You can crush it as dry as a bone
You can walk it home straight from school
You can kiss it, you can break all the rules
But still...
Everything is broken
Everyone is broken

Everyone is, everyone is broken
Everyone is, everything is broken

Why can't you forget?
Why can't you forget?
Why can't you forget?

Thanks Tapan for this awesomely beautiful song :)