I still remember the lazy summer afternoon when for the first time I heard your soothing tunes on Maa's saregama caravaan. For the next few days my mind couldn't say goodbye to the lines- 'Ae dil-e-nadaan,Ae dil-e-nadaan...' From getting over that long lost love to searching the meaning of life, you were always there with me. You are like the place that always felt like home, the elixir that i needed to heal and the destination that my wanderlust heart always longed for.
'.. Zindagi jaise khoyi khoyi hai... Phir yeh dhadkan si char su kya hai' We indeed are all lost in finding ourselves, but then this reminds me to lose myself completely and re-live.
'..Kitne ghayal hai. Ek tu kya hai.. Ae dil-e-nadaan' At some or other point in life we all feel so broken and our 'Naive heart' waits for someone to comeby and fix it and then life takes a different turn. But, thanks for teaching me to fix things by my own. It has been years, but I still wait for those lazy summer afternoons so that I can feel you again and again.
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Ek shayar hu....shayar k dil ki gehraayi smj skta hu... Stay safe!
मैंने पूछा चाँद से के देखा है कहीं मेरे यार सा हसीन चाँद ने कहा, चाँदनी की कसम नहीं, नहीं, नहीं
The moon's my witness Of how you ensnared me in your love Creepers of your aura getting over me Bewitched I am for the Sugar - coated words that You pour in my ears Ensorcelling is your mantel That flows with the gushes of wind You are the apricity I look for in my winters Whatever this maybe I don't want it to end And I know you wish the same...
मैंने पूछा बाग से फ़लक हो या ज़मीं ऐसा फूल है कहीं बाग ने कहा, हर कली की कसम नहीं, नहीं, नहीं ________________________________________________
This is the story of times when radio occupied prime space. All India Radio or Akashvani had a commercial wing called Vividh bharathi which touched everyone's hearts. With memories gushing forth, please pardon the unavoidable length of the piece. The whole story centers around the word of the day "mellifluous " hope I have done justice to it.
This is dedicated to my favourite announcer Kanta Gupta and the news reader Saroj Narayanaswamy.
Along with poems and stories, I do keep writing songs as well. Here is one of those attempts to write an 80s style, peppy, groovy, high-energy beat, romantic dance song, for a tune which I have in mind. Dedicated to my dream girl, whom I hope will read this one day. Hope you the readers will also like it.
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Dream diaries Part three:Who is indeed older? Is it them or us?
Whenever I take a sneak peek into a retro film or any older piece of mass media in general, I tend to appreciate every effort of theirs trying to portray every frame as realistic as possible, From moving backdrops and stationary cars to levitating objects.
From painted backgrounds to green screens.
From black and white to colour,
And from rotating telephone dialpads to wireless communication, their ever evolving techniques of film making and communication have had me astounded!
It was like looking at a baby grow from trying to sit,crawl,stand up,then walk and finally run,from the other side of the timeline.
The evident innocence and honesty of those days resembled a toddler's angelic smile,on contrary to our era's hustle and bustle and virtual relationships which resemble a lifeless adult.