तुमने पिला दिया प्यार का जो प्याला
में हो गयी दीवानी  ए मेरे मौला
अब न भाये यह जग हंगामा
क्या अमर है और क्या है निश्छल
खूब मैंने जाना

अब में न चाहू रिश्तो के बंधन
कहो चाहे इन्हें किसी नाम से तुम
दोस्त, प्रेमी,  भाई  या मामा
अब तो  में मानु  सिर्फ  वो  ही रिश्ता 

जहा दिल से दिल की बात हो
न कुछ  पाने  की आस  हो

क्या है शोहरत क्या है कामियाबी
जहा दिल को सुकून हो की मैंने  फ़र्ज़ अदाया
में तो उसी संतोष्टि में  तृप्त  हो  जाऊ
अब न चाहू बहारी प्रशंसा
में क्या हु वोह में ही जानू

अब न सोचु की और क्या सोचे
अब ये चक्रवुयु मैंने  भेद  डाला

यह न सोचना की में बस सहती जाऊ
क्या सही है और क्या गलत है
यह फिर्क मैंने  जाना
अब तो में बोलू अडिग हो के
रख सच को सदा साथ
में यह खूब जानू  की जहा सच वह तुम 

अब तो हो गयी दीवानी  ए मौला
अब तो हो गयी दीवानी  ए मौला

Alone huh not Really

Imagine u want to see a movie desperately and u cannot find company  or you need to go to your friend's marriage and you know there is no one who can give u company there...what do you do?

In India, people have not yet come to terms with someone venturing alone to do certain things. Imagine you want to go on vacation, first question would be where are u going and then next with whom?

What can one do to avoid weird looks of people who seem to be trying to guess..why has this person come alone?

I have been in such situations couple of times...first person i would like to thank is the inventor of cellphones...i can always act busy checking messages or call up someone as SOS. As soon as u see someone with sympathy approaching you at function...call or act as if you are about to call someone.

In flights/trains, have met some people who would like to extract your entire bio data....at those times...i thank the inventor of headphones/ipod. I can always act as if i have not heard them...it happened to me once...i was flying back from Amsterdam to Delhi. The flight took off 3 times but because of some issue, we landed back at Amsterdam. Hence as a result, the two people who were sitting next to be on either side knew each and everything about me...when they started off giving me gyan...i realized its time to either act asleep or put on headphones :)

For me the next stage would be to not act busy but be amused by this uncalled for attention..it will take me a while to get there.

Nameless Bond

Some bonds are not explainable and do not need any conversation...the silence says it all.

The is a conversation happening in silence...have felt such a bond with my auto-wallah.

Every day when get i dropped to office, i give him a nod...a nod which a  6 yr old gives to her papa saying 'aap ab jaao'...and i too get a similar nod back from him :)

There have been time when i have called him from office at night asking me to pick up...always felt he could sense my SOS and ensures he or someone else picks me.

In the morning, when i call him..there is a very sweet voice which picks the call and when i ask her 'bhaiya ab aa sakte hai', she says 'ha aayenge'. Every day we just have the same conversation. I felt this must be his wife..who religiously picks the call for him.

Today, our conversation was slightly different. After my regular query, she asked me in proper english, Wanted to ask u something, are u veg or non-veg? I was surprised and impressed by the clarity of talk that too in english...i asked her why are u asking me this? She said, papa ne poochne ko bola hai...ramzaan aa raha hai na isliye. Asked my auto wallah today, kon si class mein padti hai aapki beti...got to know she is in 7th class.

Hoping to have more conversation with her next time i call.

Boundary less Home


Sneh, the young sparrow could not believe what he and his family had to go through, he was having a hard time in deciphering why behind the whole thing...he had lot of questions, somehow could not muster the courage to ask his father, who was sitting on the wire pole along with this friends and discussing the options available.

At night, when his mother came to put him to bed, in their new makeshift home, which was the old Ganesha temple, he asked ma, why did it happen, u always said it was our house and i know you and papa built it...how could then someone break it...ma was speechless, the papa sparrow heard the conversation and sat near his son's bed...He said Son, it was our house, all my fore fathers had lived in the same place which is now called Whitefield...but lately have seen lot of trees getting cut and then seen humans making their houses there with stone and mortar ....sadly they don't seem keen in enjoying nature and want all space for themselves...i can never understand why they need so much space...after all a home needs to have just sufficient space for one to eat/sleep....i don't know what they do with all that space..dont they want space for there kids to play and enjoy the beautiful creations of god?

For us, we want sun god to wake us up...and tell us that its a beautiful morning and its time to get ready and go to work....at evening...along with the sun...we also come home...to rest and relax....the moon provides us the night lamp...so that we can see the path in case of an emergency.

I don't understand what guides these humans...as i have seldom seen them follow something like this..they love to wake up on hearing some shrill sound which they call alarm rather than to the bird chirping....and they do not have a time to come back home on time...have seen them come at such odd times...i wonder why their lifestyle has changed so much.

But Pa...why do we have to pay a price? they have destroyed our entire community...everyone is scattered...i don't know where my friend muskaan is and when will i meet her again? They are impacting our lives...

I know my son..sadly we don't have the powers to force a change...just hope they realise one day that like them even we birds have a home/family...and how it feels when suddenly one fine day...u realise your house is getting chopped...they don't even see, if a nest has an unborn...they are merciless..they just want space...

Son, we birds have never believed in boundaries...where ever we are...we make that place our home..these humans have taught us one more thing...which is to not remain attached...if our home is taken away from us...we start our quest for a new home...and once again settle. Home is where we all are....and we can recreate it again and again.

Imagine me wearing a worn out but comfortable shawl with my hair dripping coconut hair

my face carrying a sad expression as if disaster has stuck

I might remind u of rajesh khanna in climax scene in anand movie or meena kumari in some tragic movie

What has happened to me..why have i turned like devadas

with nothing interesting me...neither emails nor facebook nor songs...

Guys, i have been stuck with dreaded cold

i am not giving build up less than of a cancer patient

Telling my mom again and again that i don't want to do anything

and telling myself i dont have any energy to do anything today

taking bath was the biggest accomplishment for today :-)

Can never underestimate cold...it kinda slows down all action

I am sure cold must have been the reason for lot of memorable sad songs :-)

It teaches you to appreciate health in a snap

I think have written enough of melodrama and i better stop now

Concert
Recently went to a carnatic classical concert, it was definitely great experience. Two things came in my mind...one a concert is a team work, all people involved must be immersed in the process and that’s it.just imagine if each person, the flutist, the mridagam player or the gatham player start playing such that they get the maximum time to play, it will be chaos...i know its very obvious...a concert where each person compliments the other and highlights the strengths of the other instruments the entire experience becomes magical. No instrument is better than the other, each instrument has its own specialty.

The part I enjoy most is when each instrumentalist plays a beat and the same beat is repeated in another instrument, I like to think of it as two friends teasing and making fun of the each other and at the end, all friends have a big laugh together.

I sometimes visualize the notes as people and when I hear something like this Sa Ni Da Pa, Sa Na Da Pa, Ma Ga Re Sa...it feels as if Sa is angry and his friends Na Da are trying to cheer up Sa and are calling him to come with them to play...Sa takes a long time to get better and the entire composition reflects the efforts made by his friends to cheer him and at the end. Sa finally feels good and hence, Sa Ni Da Pa Ma Ga Re Sa ;)