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Sunday, January 19, 2014

Don't Live A Half Life

By Khalil Gibran

Do not love half lovers
Do not entertain half friends
Do not indulge in works of the half talented
Do not live half a life and do not die a half death
If you choose silence, then be silent
When you speak, do so until you are finished
Do not silence yourself to say something
And do not speak to be silent
If you accept, then express it bluntly
Do not mask it
If you refuse then be clear about it 
For an ambiguous refusal is but a weak acceptance
Do not accept half a solution
Do not believe half truths
Do not dream half a dream
Do not fantasize about half hopes
Half a drink will not quench your thirst
Half a meal will not satiate your hunger
Half the way will get you no where
Half an idea will bear you no results
Your other half is not the one you love 
It is you in another time yet in the same space
It is you when you are not
Half a life is a life you didn't live,
A word you have not said
A smile you postponed
A love you have not had
A friendship you did not know
To reach and not arrive
Work and not work
Attend only to be absent
What makes you a stranger to them closest to you
and they strangers to you
The half is a mere moment of inability
but you are able for you are not half a being
You are a whole that exists to live a life not half a life

By Kahilil Gibran: Arabic translation sent in by Jihad Harb.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Sanity In Insanity

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“I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Madman

Maggi: Arnab Gosvami does not speak..he shouts !
Me: So ?
Maggi: How can you watch all his debates is beyond me !
Me: Ok so it is beyond ?
Maggi: Has anyone ever told you that you are MAD ?!!
Me: Ok I’m ? (grinning)
Maggi: Slams the phone*

It’s not the first time that I've been called crazy or mad..what can I say ? I guess I have to be a little insane sometimes to keep my sanity. There was a time when I felt I had to act/speak/behave according to the expectations of the people around me. It took me a long time to realize that I didn't have to be like everyone else, that I did not always have to act as per other people’s expectations.  I am an individual with unique thoughts, goals, likes, dislikes and accomplishments. My sorrows, joys and my experiences are my own. I do not have to be a carbon copy of anyone. I am ME and I love being ME. And if I want to be crazy I will be crazy. I feel everyone should indulge in some madness sometime or the other. It puts you in a great mood and adds a spark to the otherwise boring daily routine we call life.

There used to be this Mirinda ad that went “Life mein pagalpanti bhi zaroori hai” and I’m all for it.
So people, be different. be mad, and enjoy being YOURSELF !

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Chal Meri Luna

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There was a time when I enjoyed going for walks. I still go for my daily walk but I now do so after saying a prayer each time I go out.  Traffic is Pune is going from bad to worse. The roads are crammed with youngsters on bikes disregarding all traffic rules. One gets to see all these fancy sleek modified bikes that wiz past at breakneck speeds. It’s a nightmare.

I remember the good old childhood days of Jodhpur when owning a Bajaj Chetak or Priya was a sign of prosperity. I wonder if Bajaj still makes those scooters. I heard somewhere they had stopped.

It used to be every youngster’s dream to own a Luna and every girl’s dream to own a Sunny..and yes let’s not forget Hero Puch. I remember there used to be a Rajdoot bike in my family too. Sunday mornings were spent cleaning the vehicles lovingly. Heck..I even loved the “Hamara Bajaj” and “Chal Meri Luna”advertisements that played on Doordarshan.


Monday, January 06, 2014

Piya Tora Kesa Abhimaan

Every time I listen to this song, the lyrics, the rhythm, the voice and the music mesmerize me. This song has made me cry end number of times. The pain is so blatant..that it gets into you and stays there. I experience sadness..a deep longing for what I know not.
I love both versions of the song. The male version has been sung by Hariharan while the female one by Shubha Mudgal. As usual, Gulzar's poetry in between the female version is awesome. His lyrics explore a different emotional space...
Writing the lyrics of the song for those who may be interested.

 Piya tora kaisa abhimaan

Saghan sawan laayi kadam bahaar
Mathura se doli laaye chaaron kahaar
Nahi aaaye, Nahi aaaye
Kesariyaa balma hamaar
Angana badaa sun saan

Piya tora kaisa abhimaan...

Apne nayan se neer bahaaye
Apni jamuna khud aap hi banaave
Laakh baar usme hi nahaye
Poora na hoyi asnaan
Sukhe kesh rukhe besh
Manavaa bejaan

Piya tora kaisa abhimaan...

Bol Sakhi kahe kari saajo singhar
Na pahni ab kaanch na haar
Khali chandan lagao angmaa hamaar
Chandan garala samaan 

Gulzar's poetry:

Kisi mausam ka jhonka tha
Jo is deewar par latki hui tasveer tirchhi kar gaya hai
Gaye sawan mein yeh deeware yun sili nahi thi
Na jane is dafa kyun in mein silan aa gayi hai
Darare pad gayi hai
Aur silan is tarah behti hai 
Jaise khush gufsaro pe gile aansu chalte hain

Yeh barish gungunati thi isi chhat ke mundero par
Ye baris gungunati thi isi chhat ke mundero par
Yeh ghar ki khidkiyo ke kanch par
Ungali se likh jati thi sandeshe
Woh likhti rehati hai baithi hui aab
Bandh roshandano ke pichhe

Dopaharein aisi lagti hai
Bina moharo ke khali khane rakhe hai
Na koi khelne wala hai bazi
Aur na koi chal chalta hai

Na din hota hai aab, na raat hoti hai
Sabhi kuch ruk gaya hai
Woh kya mausam ka jhonka tha jo is deewar par
Latki hui tasveer tirchhi kar gaya hai