main ashq teri aankh ka.. mujhe meri khata bata de
main ashq teri aankh ka.. mujhe meri khata bata de
ise nasamjhi kahoon teri.. ya kahoon tera deewanapan
dard diya kisi ne aur.. kisi ko nazaron se gira de
aankhon se dil mein utarna jaante honge bahot
meri tarah se koi dil se aankhon me utarkar dikha de
umra gham mein main.. chahe khushi mein chhalka
khud tune hi tha roka.. tera mann hai to baha de
tu uske liye ishq.. aur main tha ek moti
uske liye ab tu hi nahi.. meri hasti bhi mita de
tere dil ka vo ghar.. phir teri aankhon tak ka safar
aakhiri ehsaan ye kar.. apne gaalon pe hi sukha de
dost parakhne hain to aaj mehfil se munh naa pher
dhoondh vo jo dekhkar mujhe.. mera hamsafar baha de
aashiyano ki kami insaan ne kab mujhe hone di
tu bhi mujhe apne kisi dushman ka pata bata de
aadmi ko e khuda tune dee hai taqdeer bahut..
kabhi fursat mein ho to meri bhi maut bana de.
September 28, 2006
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September 25, 2006
"""""
Rendezvous ended yesterday... really liked it in my first year, but watching the same events for the third time didn't seem to be a fantastic idea. The news of people breaking the barriers for rock show was hard to believe... but then, some people had their first year this time only :)
Still I can't swallow the popularity of Rock Show. Hitherto unheard of bands performing well below their own mediocrity... doesn't seem to be a good package. Still it goes on to be a big hit every year, giving more voices to "We organise the biggest college festival in north india", all because of the thronging DU crowds. What attracts DU people in the Show? ohh.. may be its all because one-third of their undergrads is first year... more than ours one-forth. My poor sense of humor, I know.
"""""
So yesterday evening I had two choices at the crossroads near juice shop.. and thanx to a friend I chose the Professionals' Play. So our group split into two with all others heading for the Rock show. Infact they didn't have to move any further.. the queue had itself reached them. And we two reached the sem hall.. the play had started.
Mirza Ghalib reborn in 21st century.. no age deductions applied! What a great comedy it was! Here was a show that could hold the hall house-full with a concept our generation is blamed not to be able to relate to. With crowds showing their willingness to connect to the life and the times of Ghalib, claps showed a negligible time-gap.
Mirza Ghalib is reborn in his very own delhi after some recently dead shayar tells him in jahannum that if he were born on earth in these times he would have been popular in his lifetime itself. So Mirza lands up at ISBT.. and the comedy starts unfolding. Later on takes a room on rent.. room-partener suggests to approach DU for becoming the chairman of urdu wing. The chanceller says, " Yes, you are Ghalib.. definitely you are Ghalib.. but sorry, you are not PhD. You are not Dr. Asadullah Khan Ghalib. We can't appoint you even as a lecturer."
Ghalib's visits to tawayaf's place allowed the director to bring in Ms. Sheravat, but the main concept of the play didn't stray. When he is told that he can be given Bharat-ratna if he meets president, he talks to himself, "Zaroor koi umda kism ki sharab hoti hogi". Translaters were taken a dig at.. by highlighting the splendour of his original work in comparison to the non-sense versions in Hindi and Punjabi. In the end, he finds himself in Ritu-Beri-designed bermudas!
It's difficult to write down everything here. Ghalib's was the best stage performance I've ever seen. In the end when the director introduced the cast, I was like,"This 20-something played that role!!" Great.
When returned back near the juice shop, we saw the crowds still rocking, with their moods still red. It would take us years to cross over those four wavelenghs. Mediocrity can't catch up with Mood Indigo!
""""""
The comic show on Ghalib reminded me of Lage raho Munnabhai, which I saw quite sometime back but didn't write about. Certainly comedy is the best way to talk values with today's generation. There is no point in writing about the movie now that everybody has watched it (Just watch it if you haven't, yet). I just didn't want this movie to not get even a mention on my blog. Felt the same sentiment which I read on a blog,"Kaash, mera bhi Circuit jaisa koi dost hota!".. mesmerised by superb natural acting by this guy... seems like soon I'd forget his real name.. he is nothing but Circuit!
Kudos to the director too. No one ever presented Gandhian philosophy in a better way!
""""""
Another event at rendezvous- Thitholi.. only Surender Sharma was able to hold crowds, though his comic takes on husband-wife relationships were not the first-time-heard kinda things for many. He asked to shut down the video recording.. either he thinks he is very popular or he fears that the recordings if telecast won't allow him to throw the same jokes again and again. Mumtaaz's romantic ghazal (with not much of depth) was also able to attract some attention, may be it was for herself only!
Group Dance was on the usual patterns. IITians' hands always clap for LSR, whether or not they deserve it. After the worst performance amongst all colleges in the first round, LSR managed to save their face in the second round, and stood second ( how come? didn't they consider the first round. SRCC deserved better). Some IET was first and the third place was obviously reserved! No, sorry, this time the IITD's permormance was good enough to prevent the eyebrows rising!
LSR also got the award for the overall best college for the fest. Get over man.. you won't see Her again!
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September 13, 2006
Sometimes I think I can write good fiction (the realization that I can't comes a little later!). The same thought caught me on a night exactly a year back and I started writing this piece:
""""""Waking up at 10 in the morning had, by then, become a usual pattern for him ever since he joined the college- as no member of his family was going to pull him out of his bed any more. That day, however, was different: firstly because he woke up quite early despite having slept very late, secondly some members of his family were around (though his parents were not there till then. He didn't want them to know all this, ever, if it were in his hands), and thirdly they couldn't dare pull him out of his bed that day.
His uncle was sitting beside. He had just arrived. They just kept looking at each other for a few moments- neither had anything to talk about, or perhaps had too much for the speech to handle. Eyes helped.
After a brief converstion, he was then looking for his friend Ankit who had become a routine sight for him for the last 15 hours or so. He was out to arrange some urgently required things. Had a lot to talk to uncle, but he couldn't resist another nap, until his cousin arrived. Meeting after a long time, they had some nice talk.
He was still not sure what finally was going to happen, no one around him was. Soon, Ankit arrived with his contagious smile on as usual, but this time with an added effort to hide the sleep deprivation.""""""
That's all of my attempt at fiction on the said day. Writing fiction is difficult. Fictionalising the reality is even more difficult. Fictionalising yourself is the most.
Now an year later, I am not going to put my time in completing this fictionalisation of the reality. But realities in raw form are harsh, howsoever easy it may be to pen them down. And then, there are realities you never need to pen down, for their imprints on your mind are everlasting.
One doesn't encounter death many times (for the most people it is a one time event). One doesn't get to hear the doctor estimating only 20-30% chances for oneself. One doesn't force his father to do one's little tasks within one month of his own surgery. One doesn't let his mother sit beside him for many consecutive nights. One doesn't see one's sister weeping buckets when one reaches home just after a month. But then, there are many such ones and many more much unfortunate than them.
No life was ever a one sided coin though... and the ones who face the desasters are no exception. World starts looking to be so enjoyable after one recovers from the tragedies.. the taste of a roti after 7 days.., a tea.., and the first and foremost- the first sip of water.. seems as if one has had some joy which mortals get only by chance. And then a renewed interst in life.. a will to enjoy it in better ways, to enjoy it fully before one discovers it's about to end..again.
In times of desasters one finds people hitherto little known to them passing sleepless nights for them..and develops great friendships with them in due course.
Sometimes I find myself unable to do things which I do know are very important. Have got many things to say to Mom, Dad, Ankit, Manoj and some hostelmates from my own year. But I can't. I never could. I wish you all could understand without me saying.
I can never forget september the thirteenth,2004. Every year on this day my memories will keep on menifesting themselves into something or the other.. last time it was some incomplete fiction.. this time it's this semi-comprehensible blog post (but the title, at least, does make some sense!)
Now accept my apologies if the four already offered were not enough!
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September 11, 2006
It was the humanities (philosophy) class today. In the last class, a movie 'The Cup' (Phorpa; based on the worldly desires of young monks) was shown and today there was supposed to be a discussion on its philosophy. As I missed the last class I had to download it from the LAN, but still I didn't watch it over the weekend. After an hour of discussion on the philosophy behind the movie (which was tough to catch up with for me 'coz I haven't seen the movie yet), the teacher moved on to discuss about the tagline of the movie,"Buddhism is their philosophy.Soccer is their religion" and suddenly, I was asked to say something. Having not seen the movie, I'd rather not comment.. but I was forced to (The other option was to admit that I haven't seen the movie yet, which I didn't think would be a good idea).
So I just said the first thing that came to my mind at the instant:
"Taglines are some nicely crafted words focussed only at marketing the movie. I don't think they have got much to do with the true philosophy behind the movie"
"Why do you 'always' try to cut the discussion at its very root???"
"Ohh Ma'am, the last time I attended your class was a month back!!!"
Truly I have started "blurting out".
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September 8, 2006
"Whatever I write is pathetic." And this is not a sudden realization. I always knew it; and I am getting to know it better. Sometimes I think I can, at least, be a good observer/critic (for, every successful critic has been an unsuccessful writer), but then i realise that this requires an entirely different set of attributes which I am not gifted with (I haven't got a 'critical heart', u see!). Having got snatched of both the options, and having necessarily got to find something to waste my time in; I finally settled with what follows.
So here I proceed to enlist some lines from various ghazals, urdu doublets etc which have been there in my web of memories for a long time. They really had some heartfelt effect when I first heard them (though, everything fades away gradually.) Some may be a piece of some ordinary literature, but still I would write them here, because there have been some days in my life when I read them and said to myself-"this has made my day! wow!"
To start with, this one was shared by a friend once:
"Jindagi ke kisi mod par gar tum ittefakan mil bhi gaye...
tumne nazarein jhuka li maine kuchh poocha nahi."
I will say just one thing on how much I liked the above lines: This is the oldest sms still kept in my mobile, and it dates back to April 9, 2005.
Now consider this one:
"Kuchh roz huye, aaye vo khayalon mein..
phir kayi roz bekhayali rahi."
Call it ordinary,for you won't let it sink in.
Don't know whose the above two are, but the next one is definitely Ghalib at his very best:
"Tune kasam maykashi ki khayi hai ghalib..
teri kasam ka aitbaar nahi."
People say Mir was better than Ghalib when it comes to romantic ghazal. I don't know much about this comparison, but here is one gem from Ghalib himself:
"Hum to samajhe the hum hi hain ustaad-e-ghazal ghalib...
Sunte hain ki jamaane mein koi Meer bhi tha!?!"
Now let me come to the lyrics of ghazals sung by jagjit singh, the ghazal maestro. Hate him, for he voices things from within your own self which you don't want to hear. Whether or not one listens to him, everyone knows him for his singular hold on current Indian ghazal. But very few have heard the punjabi ghazals sung by him. I was moving randomly in my wing one day (two years back) and my feet had to settle down when the ears caught this string:
"Mainu tera shabab le baitha...
Rang gora ghulab le baitha."
Obviously, the lines were romantic, and unlike the usual hip-hop-bhangra (save me!), I could easily comprehend the meaning. So I rushed to listen to the entire song...
"Kinni beeti te kini baaki hai..
mainu eho hisaab le baitha."
"Mainu jad vi tussi ho yaad aaye...
din dihade sharab le baitha."
To top it all, it concludes with-
"Changa hunda sawaal na karda...
mainu tera jawaab le baitha."
[won't say this one had any heartfelt effect, because I never posed 'the sawaal' (proposed) to anyone as yet. May be the effect was to make me reluctant in posing it to someone]
Next, consider this ghazal sung by Mehdi Hasan:
"Ab ke hum bichhde to shayad kabhi khwabon (mein) milen...
jis tarah sukhe huye phool kitabon (mein) milen.
Tu khuda hai na mera ishq farishton jaisa..
tu insaan hai to kyun itne hizaabon (mein) mile."
I was spellbound. So was I when I heard this one by Ghulam Ali:
"Dekh kar mujhko log naam tera lete hain...
isme main khush hun, mohabbat ka ye anjaam to hai."
Now let me conclude this post with another one by him-
"Uske dil pe bhi kadi ishq mein guzri hogi..
naam jisne bhi mohabbat ka sazaa rakha hai."
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September 5, 2006
Yes.. and i think that's what most people feel when the minor exams finish!(Don't you agree? Well you have every right not to, and you would definitely have apt reasons for it.) I just want to put forth my reasons for believing that minors are one of the best times one can have in an institute like mine.
So this time the minors were from 1st to 5th of sept. And believe me I was waiting for them. No lecture-tutorial-practical for 5 complete days!! It was a real delight. Today is tuesday- and I never had a better tuesday than this one since the sem started. This sem, the tuesday afternoon during regular classes is horrible for me and my group. We have an about-to-faint professor giving details of the experiment for one and a half hours, the essence of which could be very easily bundled in 10 minutes. In a way, he makes sure that the lab lasts for its alotted 3 hours. During the experiment too we are expected to refrain from 'undesirable comments' on each other because the professor is a heart patient("Please help me keep my anger under control"-he says !)
Now move on to the day before i.e. monday. A three-hour tutorial of one single course! Forgive me sir, how do you find the idea of a one-hour minor every monday?? Either we'd come prepared for it or at least we would've the choice to leave if we not be able to solve a question (without getting marked absent! wow!!)
Moving further back- sunday and saturday :( ... Surely, the system ruins our holidays by scheduling minors on these days. In any case, most people waste their weekend sleeping, and excessive sleeping is bad and minors help one to use this time in things better:)
And last but not the least- friday- the day on which the minors started this time.Thank you, God, for you saved me from the biggest hell in IITD - PHP100 laboratory, for one week at least! (Now don't ask me why I am doing PHP-the 1st sem course-in my third year. That I didn't fail it in my first attempt is a reality, and I'm doing it now is an irony.)
To sum up: during minor time we have no 8 am lectures, no four hour labs,no submissions and no unhealthy naps in the day time! Also, we don't have to help someone control his anger.
But.. the five great days of minor-1 are over. Friday is approaching with its dreadful four-hour lab. What a great friday the last one was! (it was the hukka exam that day!).
Waiting for you minor-2, come fast.
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