Monday, 20 December 2010

Amazing......me thinks.....


The power of the human mind never ceases to amaze me . It has truly been labelled as the most complex and brilliant feat of engineering . Thoughts , colours, scenes from our childhood, growing up years, places we lived in, people we interacted with , things we listened to , things we said, the sensations we felt all of these and much more are embedded in our brains layer after after and are recalled instantly when triggered . This, inspite of constant additions to the information every second of the day and also in addition to the brain's function of keeping day to day bodily functions up and running .
Now, one would wonder , why am I suddenly filled with all this awe , so much so that it is tumbling forth in words ?
Well, it is because here I am in a cold country surrounded by snow and icy winds , but  when listening to a few lines of the song " Dil dhoondhta hai ,phir wohi phursat ke raat din " where the stanza goes something like this :" yaa garmiyon ki raat jo purwaayiaan chale
  yaa garmiyon ki raat jo purwaayiaan chale
  thhandi safed chaadaron pe jaagen der tak
  thhandi safed chaadaron pe jaagen der tak
  taaron ko dekhte rahen chhat par pade huye"


the brain digs deep down in its recesses and brings out the summer months that I spent growing up in the north of India , so much so that I can feel the rough surface of our window sill where I would hang around in the early mornings with my glass of maltova watching people going for their morning walks or going to buy milk etc. The memories are so fresh and alive that I can still feel the sticky humidity in the fresh morning air, the air which is in turn is laden with the smell of fresh jasmine .
The trigger being the song , also brings alive, the slick with sweat feeling of the summer nights (with the electricity having been cut off- load shedding as it is fashionably called) , and the feeling of cool breeze over sweat soaked bodies trying to take in the breeze , the whole family parked at one or the other window,
unable to sleep because of the heat and the mosquitoes  . Can actually feel the clear night air in my nostrils  with the sound of the crickets in the thickets.......And the below lines draw out ..another set out equally fond memories ,
" Jaadon Ki narm dhoop aur aangan mein let kar
Jaadon Ki narm dhoop aur aangan mein let kar
aankhon pe kheench kar tere daaman ke saaye Ko
aankhon pe kheench kar tere daaman ke saaye Ko
aundhe pade rahen kabhi karwat liye huye "
 

.......In the three to four degrees temperature of the northern plateaus, lying on the terrace on ones tummy with the warm winter sun on ones back lulling one to sleep, with unfinished homework lying open in front for company . The memories buried deep within are all complete exact to the exact degree of warmth of the sun and the mellow satisfied feeling, lying there on a holiday .
All these memories  and many more are safely tucked away to be summoned in a trice and run in parallel with our current daily lives , the current daily lives which are far removed from the above mentioned in, time, location, feel and seem an era away .

To actually feel this far gone era with each one of our senses with the same intensity as if one is part of those times again, while actually being in a completely different place and atmosphere is something which only the human brain is capable of . As I said before, hats off to this marvel, there never was and never will be anything like it ........that is probably one of the reasons I believe in GOD .......for only HE/SHE could have constructed something like this.....

 

Talking to yourself...

Talking to yourself ...is often thought of as ......a gone case...screw loose and described in other fancy terms. But here the author is not talking of THAT kind of talking to yourself ......
Don’t we all have conversations with ourselves in our heads ?? Well....I do ...all the time...
Does that mean all of us are nuts ? Of course not !! Most people don’t realize that our lives are accompanied by a constant internal commentary on the things we see, feel, think  and experience around us, anything at all in our day to day lives.


It may sometimes be in the form of a debate or a dialogue with us being on both sides at once . That us, WE ourselves being both FOR the motion and AGAINST the motion at the same time and putting forth arguments respectively to prove our point on both fronts .For example. How many of you have been to the supermarket and  something catches ur eye which u would like to buy on impulse but it is either bad for health or way over budget ??
Then the dialogue starts ........Should I buy ...should i not ?? There will be half a dozen arguments for it and then there will be another half a dozen against it . It is like having an angel sitting on one shoulder and a devil on the other both giving u excellent reasons to do or not to do something ..
Even in sleep we give ourselves excellent arguments as to why we can sleep a little bit longer .

Question is how do we use this internal chatter constructively . No one knows you better than YOU . You cant hide from yourself or lie to yourself so this internal talking gives us a very down to earth picture of ourselves and what we should do .This can be made to work for us by positive reinforcement
We can use this internal voice to psyche ourselves up before a big event to give us that extra confidence when nervous.
It can also be used to focus on the job at hand if we concenterate all our energies onto it .
We can give ourselves positive reaffirmation of something by being our own coach . If we find something very tough , we can talk to ourselves arrange things in our heads, go in a logical sequence as if we were explaining it to someone else and viola !! It will not tough anymore …..
The power of the human mind is unbelievable, if you think u can do it , u can do it and for that you are your best coach .
That doesn’t mean that talking to oneself cant backfire  . Oh yes it can !!!
As we can motivate ourselves so we can demotivate ourselves as well, if we call urself all sorts or derogatory things in our heads and keep telling ourselves that we are  failures , that has a more convincing effect than someone else from the outside telling us . After a while we start to believe it becomes a cycle making us a complete wreck . A lot of the people suffering from depression have this negative internal dialogue going on wherein they can see and hear everything wrong .


So this internal dialogue is very important to what we think about ourselves, how we deal with situations and our general well being, the key is to use it to our advantage and catch ourselves the moment that conversation with ourselves starts to go negative or on a wrong track and convince ourselves to come back on track .
Trivial though it may seem , normal humans cant shut out this internal conversation so we got to use it ......................  I ,for one believe very strongly in the power of having this internal dialogue and having a positive one at that . It helps a lot in clearing things in ones head and believe it or not improves diction , choice of words , speaking ability etc.

Colourfully Yours...


" Colour ,colour which colour do u choose …. ? "….went the refrain, with the kids deftly moving the folded paper apparatus (for lack of a better word) in their hands, already having cornered some unsuspecting adult or child to put this question to . This was kind of a game long long ago.... in times when the author of this piece was younger .
Today, looking over , the dreary , leafless trees and snow covered landscape, the word COLOUR , or the lack of it rather ,sprang to mind, hence the thought about the aforementioned game . The only colours visible in this snow clad landscape were, the dreary steel grey skies , the brown skeletons of trees and the white snow . A gloomy picture , isn't it ? Surprisingly, its not,  its actually beautiful even devoid of colour.
The point the author is coming to is that colour , in all its vibrant shades and hues unknowingly assumes such an important place in our lives that we don't realize it unless it is missing .

Who cannot help being spell bound by the combination of that perfect blue sky complete with fluffy white cumulus clouds, the mellow yellow sun , green fields of harvest or a garden full of assorted flowers of myriad hues with multi-coloured butterfiles flitting around to keep them company !!! Ah!! Bliss !!
Little wonder that colour therapy has become a popular alternative medicine to soothe troubled souls. Blue soothes/calmes, red excites etc.etc , you get the hang of it I guess ….

This thing about colour is all pervasive, we humans haven't spared our language from this colourful attack.
We are said to turn Green with envy , turn Red with anger or rage , have Blue bloods as royalty , are said to have turned Yellow when pale , and blush Pink. when embarassed....Jealously is even called the Green eyed monster !! ( Perhaps the monster needs to be informed that there are various coloured tinted contact lenses available in the market !!!! So , being labelled green -eyed will come to an end at least !!)
Ahem !! coming back to more serious issues . The author  therefore comesto the conclusion that we are colourful lot not only environmentally but linguistacally as well !! We have an ache to include colour in our lives . Why !! We even have a festival of colours , Holi !
On observation, the dry and dreary Rajasthan , which is mostly  BROWN desert all over , craves for colour , hence just look at their traditional attire, it is an explosion of colours !!!
Similarly , up above in Ladakh and Leh, the cold ensures the white and grey combination most of the time BUT.........just one look at the shawls they weave , and it compensates for all the dreariness , they are a riot of colours in carefully colour coded neat patterns .
SO......where nature deprives us of colour or provides us monotonous hues, we ensure that we supply the colourful element in some way or the other . Perhaps unconsciously .....the author doesn't profess to know.....

But then let us not be too hard on poor us ,humans , dowwwwwwn below in Antarctica , the penguins are equally guilty of being colour-loony . Can't blame them, poor fellas, after all , they have nothing but vast swathes of white all around . They are known to steal and horde colourful objects in their nests . Same goes with jackdaws who live in desert like dry areas , they prefer stealing colourful AND shiny objects to hoard  in their nests high above the ground on mountain tops . Both of these birds seem to have a fetish for colourful brick-a-brack .


 Just imagine , how awful the world would be without colour . So let us enjoy the physical colour present in our lives and try and introduce a little colour, metaphorically speaking, and sparkle to our day to day lives and  if possible to other peoples lives with a small act of kindness or even a smile...........
The author apologises to the readers if it sounds like the ravings of an unsound mind............



Of economics, currency and life........


Some home truths hold true in more than one sphere . I realized this while watching a report on the G20 meet in Seoul which begins in earnest tomorrow . Of the member nations the United States is busy pointing an accusing finger at China saying that they are deliberately devaluating their currency so as to boost the value of their exports and to try and revive their economy.

Not to be left behind, the Chinese as well as the European countries are accusing the United States of doing the same i.e devaluing the dollar by increasing money supply in the market .
The United States just pumped in $ 600 billion into the economy by printing new money .
Now here lies the universal truth which holds true in economics as well as life . When there is too much liquid cash in the market , its value decreases , which is called devaluation of currency. That is when there is easy availability of something and in plenty people and markets don't give it much value and its intrinsic value falls but when the very same thing becomes rare or short in supply , its value sky rockets eg. Saffron , platinum etc. which are in short supply hence highly valued .
This is pure economics and this is a rule which applies to the market .
How is it the same in life one may ask ? I was just thinking, if one spends too much time with someone , I mean way too much, doesn't the other person start taking one for granted or in effect not attach value to the person's presence . But when the same person is in short supply, so to say not with one anymore( dead or otherwise ) , one starts attaching greater importance , understands their value etc. etc. Isn't it so ?? What is it if not a mirror effect of the law of economics but in a slightly modified way ?

Similarly how many pay attention to something said by a person who blabbers non-stop ? Not many i guess , but everyone takes notice when someone who speaks less has something to say . Not meaning to say that one should talk less, but just drawing a parallel here between abundance and scarcity  and its effects.
Its not for nothing that phrases like "Too much familiarity breeds contempt , Too much of anything is not good " etc. have come up over time.
All these are just thoughts that came crowding in with the G20 news , weird isn't it ?



Of metal and of brothers and sisters.....



With Diwali now past , one is reminded of few other associated festivals which saunter around the festival of lights .They are low key but celebrated in their own quiet way .

One is "Bhai Dooj" which can be termed as a cousin of Rakshabandhan . Rakshabandhan falls sometime in August while Bhai dooj which is also called Bhai -phota among bengalis ,falls a day or two after Diwali . On this day brothers are invited to their sisters' house, and tilak is applied to their foreheads and small ritual salutation to the brother done after which they are fed a sumptous meal of their favourite dishes by their sisters . The brothers in return offer a gift of some sort to their sisters . Again a north / east indian event .Basically brother sister bonding . Two examples of this, rakhi  and bhai dooj .

The other is "dhan-teras" .This comes just one day before Diwali, when little shops selling kitchen vessels and pooja vessels sprout up in the streets. This day is considered auspicious andit is almost mandatory to buy some sort of metal, even a small stainless steel spoon is fine . A north indian/ east indian  phenomenon .
Interestingly it also has a cousin in akshaya tritiya which comes sometime earlier in the year . I had never heard of akshay tritiya in my growing up years but now it seems to have become a rage, with gold buying being preached aggressively by the gold shops , promising wealth and good fortune for the coming year etc.etc.

I don't tire counting all the variations we have , the festive season just made me recollect my experiences past and present, and found all the festivals and their associated relatives ( the festival's relative i.e ) spread across the country !!




An unusual Diwali gift......


It was unusual allright ......celestial to be exact.......what on earth am i talking about ?? Well, it was a perfect Diwali gift for the entire region !! A solar eclipse !!! that too visible in the region during the daytime, what more could be more exciting !!!!

On the morning of the 1994 Diwali , the residents of the colony were all agog with excitement mingled with mild apprehension which is brought about by the myths and assorted tales associated with such celeStial events . Slowly it started getting darker as it gets as dusk draws near . We kids almost danced with joy on the terrace . Now thinking back, i wonder why we were so delighted , seem have been affected with temporary insanity , of the fun kind .

Then without warning, the sun simply blanked out !!!! It was as if someone turned off the lights , zooooooop !!!! gone !!!! There was a sudden chill in the air ,the temperature dropped , it was seriously unnerving . The amusing part was that , all the birds thought that it was evening and took flight to their respective nests  , poor things didnt have a geography/ astronomy  teacher at hand to explain . Psst !!! But we humans, having all sorts of teachers and having had explanations fare no better either !!!
Standing on the terrace with the protective glasses to look at the eclipsed sun, braving the chill, for the first time i realised ,how much we take the sun, its light and its heat for granted . We realize the importane of things only when they no longer exist . So the taking for granted is something which should be done away with, be it the sun or more importantly people .

Leaving the philosophy aside, as darkness fell, since it was Diwali ,everyone had fireworks at hand for bursting in the evening, but this atmosphere created by the eclipse ,kind of acted as a catalyst and the crackers lit the sky amidst peals of laughter.
Then shone the first ray of light and the diamond ring,  an immeasurably beautiful sight . There was pin drop silence as all of us just stared onto the greyish-bluish sky with half open mouths all activity stopped mid way !!!
We came to our senses only when the sun was out in its full glory and we were back to warming our backs and back to drying our crackers in the sun for all the action later in the evening .
A memory to cherish ..........what is it if not a DIWALI GIFT enmasse .....


 

.......And the Divine Daughter leaves......

Vijaya Dashami , the 10th and final day of the 10 days of Navaratri is a heavy hearted day .
In areas where Durga Puja is celebrated, it is believed that duing these 10 days starting from Mahalaya , Devi Durga with her entire brood of Lord Ganesha, Lord Karthik, Goddess Saraswati and Goddess Lakshmi visits her paternal home on earth , heaven being her husbands home .

These 10days are celebrated and worshipped as the daughters homecoming and also duing this time, the DIVINE LADY takes time off to slaughter Mahishasura , ( psst !!!a multi-tasker allright )
On the evening of Dashami, the idols are taken for "visarjan " or immersion in the nearby water bodies . Before that, the ladies of each locality of the nearby pandals go to the respective idols with sindoor or kumkum as we call it here in south india and give their daughter Durga a send off by smearing sindoor in the hair parting of the idol and on the face of the idol . This is a way to wish their daughter Devi Durga the " sada suhaagan" or " sumangali" blessing and send her off to her husband Siva's abode ,up  above .

The married ladies then also apply the sindoor on each other to wish other long and happy married lives .This ritual is called " sindoor khela" . This is a Bengali custom but has also permeated into the neighbouring states .
The idols are then taken through the streets amidst beats of drums  and chants and much dancing to be ritually immersed, to wait for another year to welcome the daughter home .






The Elements....

It was pretty windy outside . The similarity of the sound of the wind howling in trees outside and identical sounds of breathing of my partially blocked nose  , albeit, the noise level was was thankfully several degrees less :) , set me thinking .
Our ancient texts tell us that our body is made up of "PANCHA BHOOTHAS" ( suspicious sounds liks bhooth, ghost or pei ), so i will stick to the less spooky version of "PANCHA TATVAS" of VAYU-wind or air , AGNI-fire , PRITHVI-earth ,AAKASH- sky, JAL- WATER .
So , with a barely audible creak, my mental mental machinery started rolling ,all this because i could not sleep and ruminating on this seemed to be a better option than counting sheep ( because there is no end to counting sheep and anyway who cares how many sheep are there !!)
We indeed contain all of these 5 elements within us .

VAYUAs is said before air is present in every breath we take and it even sounds similar to the one blowing outside ( as i discovered, thanks to my cold !) . And who can forget the discomfort that one gets gas in ones tummy !!! well !! thats air too ( no discrimination please! )  ,a cousin of air ,but air nonetheless !!

AGNI – This is interesting , both in metaphorical and biological terms . Taking the biological angle first . We eat, and we BURN the food to produce energy to live, therefore since burning is taking place, there must definitely be some fire inside, since again our ancient texts say solemnly "  THE DHARMA OF FIRE IS TO BURN "  . On the metaphorical side , we burn with hatred, we burn with envy/jealousy/rage , we burn with an all consuming passion to achieve something, we burn burn burn burn all the time, hence with all the burning going on, there HAS to be fire inside, correct ?

PRITHVI –This also means the mud. We eat what is grown from the earth , or eat animals who in turn eat what is grown from the earth , so we cannot help but be part of the earth ourselves and contain all the constituents of the very earth we live on . And when we die we become part of the earth, either when buried or as ashes , ashes to ashes ,dust to dust .


AAKASH – The sky, infinite, vast , open . That is also how we describe the human mind . So in a way the spirit of the sky is captured in us humans in the form of the most amazing feat of engineering, the human mind . This can explain why our thoughts are said to take wings and fly !!This can probably also explain why the brain is called grey matter , comparision perhaps to a rain clouds laden sky ( fancy thinking on my part !! )

JAL- Water , well ,this one needs no introduction, science tells us that our body is more or less water . Saliva, urine, tears, blood and other bodily fluids have their base in water . Water is in us as well .Too much of is sees us visit the loo too often and too less of and we turn yellow as a sunflower
In short we contain all the five elements and in conclusion.............................me thinks I am probably going insane   or as the British say , am completely off my rocker…...............got to do something about that.


On the subject of festivities.................

 While we are in the festive season , I wonder what a country we belong to !!! A single festival but plenty of variations .
These 10 days days, when the climate across the country is a mellow autumn, when the sun is just about the perfect temperature ,clear blue skies and gentle breeze .Sigh !!!
Coming to the variations , starting with Mahalaya ,the 10 days are full of festivities and are celebrated as Durga Puja or simply put  "Pujo"  in Bengal . The idols eyes are drawn by the artisans on the first day of puja or the Mahalaya day ( The day AIR has been airing "Ya devi sarvabhuteshu …..., " the invocation to the godess in the voice of Birendra Krishna Bhadra at 4am from as long as i can remember ) .Sashti -day 6 is when the idols are brought into puja pandals . This is in the east
In the south , these 10 days become Dussehra in Karnataka  with the breath taking decoration of the Mysore palace and the procession of goddess Chamudeshwari at the hill top temple. Navaratri in Tamil Nadu as we all know is where Golus are kept . In the west and the north this is called Navratra with dandia raas which is particular to Gujarat .
 Ashtami- day 8 is celebrated in Bengal/ Bihar as Mahaashtami which is also Saraswati puja for Bengalis as well as Malayalees . This is ONLY saraswati puja for both communities . They put their books and pens up for worship and these are worshipped through ashtami and navami . The best part is, no one is supposed to do any reading as long as the books are up for worship   . The books and pens are taken back on Dashami and everyone does some amount of studying/reading on Dashami. Children are introduced to the written word on Dashami .
Speaking of Vijayadashami , I should also add here that on Dashami , in the north there is something called "Ravan dahan " , three huge idols of Ravana, Kumbhakaran and Meghanath are erected in a large open playground of sorts. These idols are full of firecrackers . On Dashami evening, actors dressed as Srirama and Lakshmana are taken in a procession and they shoot fire arros at these idols and set them afire. The idols explode into brilliant fireworks . Boils down to destruction of evil, victory of good over evil . I had the good fortune of growing up amidst all this .
In other parts of south india, these aforementioned days are celebrated as Ayudha Puja, worshipping not only books but also work tools, vehicles and implements . - slight difference even among the southern states here !
BUT in the north both of these days (apart from Bengal's saraswati puja ) are not only on different days but are also differentiated from each other . The saraswati puja is sometime in January/February with the advent of spring. Each house quietly celebrates it or it is celebrated as a community puja but on a smaller scale . This involves worshipping only books and study materials and knowledge in general .
Worship of tools, implements ,all mechanical things etc. comes in the form of Vishwakarma puja , in honour of the celestial engineer-cum-blacksmith-cum-goldsmith Lord Vishwakarma . This is celebrated on September 17th on a pretty large scale mostly in factories and workshops .
As if all this fun wasnt't enough , these is lakshmi puja or " Lokhi pujo " sometime between navarati and diwali , and the solewhat spooky "kali pujo" bang at midnight on the night of diwali !!
So  , for a single festival, conveying more or less the same emotion and devotion, we have plenty of variations both in time and practices across the length and breadth of the country but the net point is pretty much the same .  In one word AMAZING !! HAPPY CELEBRATING !!


Rainbow....

A few days back....the weather was very still and stifling , no breeze , no sun either but a few thunderous and mean looking ,Lord. Krishna colour clouds(dark blue)loitering around as if they had nothing better to do.
The sun was actually playing peek-a-boo among the clouds . There was a sudden downpour with a whoosh!! sound and simultaneously the sun came out with what i assumed must have been a twinkle in its eye if it had one. The quantity of water and the size of the droplets was such that for a moment i thought that the Maker had finally decided to finally do some spring cleaning in the begining of autumn and hence the downpour !!
Now this situation , that is rain and sun at the same time is a lovely sight and my mother used to tell me that it is said that when this happens, it is said to be "kurkande kalyaanam" in Malayalam or "siyaar ki shaadi" in Hindi, which ,in English roughly translates to "the fox's marriage"( kurkan =fox in Malayalam and siyaar=fox in Hindi) .
Therein lies the subject of my worry . The regularity with which I have seen this rain plus sun situation arise , me thinks , either our friend Mr. Fox is getting big time polygamous or the entire vulpine population is on a marital spree which again makes me think that perhaps the SPCA ought to be contacted ( psst!! isn't it a form of cruelty......well.....i will leave the readers to ruminate on that)


Now that I have unburdened myself onto my readers , let me come back to the original point . This combination of sun and rain , stopped after a while and the sun came out in all its glorious beauty shining bright ans resplendent and what do i see !! Lo !! behold!! a RAINBOW !!


I know it may not be a big deal for lot of people and as science explains it, it is nothing but light breaking up into its contituent spectrums, but the sight of a luminous rainbow against a clear blue sky with the sun shining and a light breeze heavy with the smell of the freshly drenched mud does bring a smile to my face and takes the mind away from the hum drum of the busy crammed lives we live today . I stood there for few minutes stupidly grinning at the rainbow until a pigeon crash landed on my window sill ( it ought to have put at least an L board for the safety of other fliers !!)


A sight as simple as that kindles the child like innocent spirit which arises for an instant and then vanishes , plunging us back into our day to day world . Such moments are rare , let us enjoy it when we can.

Poetry........musings

Poetry... ? Early in the morning ? Don't worry  ,i am really not going to throw any self-concocted verses at you ( thankfully the Maker forgot to put those qualities in my grey cells)

My poetic abilities are limited to ...ahem....: "i am a little tea-pot short and stout, this is my handle and this is my spout" -borrowed lines from my LKG action song of course – and the tea-pot description fits me to the T :) ( psstt!! please note the bold and underlined  )
I am not a movie buff, not at all, far from it ,but a music buff , definitely .My music tastes vary in many languages from Hindi to English to Tamil to Italian to Spanish to whatever sounds melodious, but understanding of the lyrical content is limited to hindi (its cousin urdu ) and english.
But ,but but...but what i am coming to is in a similar vein.... not exactly poetry....couplets....or what is better called shaayari in that beautiful language called urdu which has also translated many a time into the lyrics of hindi movie music of old . I say hindi movie music of old because currently shaayari and lyricism in hindi movies has died a slow but sure death .

Of the old masters , to name a few, there were Sahir Ludhiyanvi, Majrooh Sultanpuri, Anjaan, Anand Bakshi and my all time favourite GULZAR . The couplets are so pregnant with meaning that after listening to them you actually wonder, how can anyone think or write so beautifully and on top of that set it to equally melodious , soul soothing music .
For the hindi music followers here , few examples : There is this lovely song from the movie Gharonda , beautifully rendered in Bhupinder's voice, the lyrics -a particular part of it applies to anyone new to a particular city.


"In Umar Se Lambi Sadkon Ko Manzil Pe Pohonchte Dekha Nahin,
Bas Daudti Phirti Rahti Hain Humne To Theherte Dekha Nahin
 Is Ajnabi Se Shahar Mein Jaana Pehechana Dhoondta Hai
Ek Akela Is Shahar Mein"

Similarly the song from Amar Prem, both stanzas are full of meaning and when one listens to it, one thinks, yes very true ,such is the beauty of the lyrics in the song . An Example :
"kuchh reet jagat kee ayesee hai
har yek subah kee shaam huyee
tu kaun hai, teraa naam hain kya
seeta bhi yahaan badanaam huyee -true ,isn't it ?
fir kyo sansaar kee baaton se bheeg gaye tere nainaa "


"hum ko jo taane dete hai hum khoye hain in rang raliyon me
hum ne un ko bhee chhup chhup ke aate dekhaa in galiyon me
ye sach hain zoothhee baat nahee
tum bolo ye sach hain naa "then my all time favourite from Umrao Jaan which is 100 percent true .

"Kahiye to Aasmaan ko Zameen par utaar laayein
Mushkil Nahin hai kuch Bhi, Mushkil Nahi Hai kuch Bhi agar Than Leejiye"

These are the gems , the kinds of which are no longer conceived , nor probably does the kind of thought exist, i don't know, but the magic of this kind of shayari continues to hold its sway on millions . As for the music, well that calls for another blog  .Hope not to have bored the reader to tears  . Good day !!