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Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Cotton Candy


Sometimes we deal with things that make our heart weigh heavy like a block of lead. At all such times its a good idea to retreat into such nooks that offer the cosy comfort of a warm hug; and the truly liberating weightlessness of a cotton candy!

While cleaning up some folders just re-experienced some much needed 'cotton candy' moments, that took shape during a discourse between some wandering souls - cotton candies, floating through the sky.....



 Its a whisper on a frosty glass
 Its the touch of a gentle pass
 Its the dew on a blade of grass
 Its the beat of a drum and brass
 Its a cotton candy
 flaoting through the sky.

 Its the kiss of the first of rain
 Its touch of the sweet soft mane
 Its the caress of that quiet heart pain
 Its a cotton candy
 floating through the sky.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Hum Kya Jaanain


If there is one word one may define Ibn e Insha with, its: AMAZING.

He takes you along, to the bonfire at the end of his journey and reflects on that journey that never ceases to seem all too familiar. It is either your own journey, or of someone you may have known. The familiarity, the resemblance is striking! 


And at the end of it, you just wonder at his canniness at being a witness to it.



Insha Ji Bohat Din Beet Chukay


insha ji bohat din beet chukay
tum tanha thay, tum tanha ho
yeh jog bajoog tu theek nahi
yeh rog kissi ka acha ho?

kabhi poorab main, kabhi pacham main
tum purwa ho, tum pachwa ho?
jo nagri nagri bhatkay
aya bhi na mun mein kanta ho

kya aur sabhi choonchaal yahaan ?
kya aik tumhi yahaan dukhiya ho
kya aik tumhi par dhoop kaRee
jab sab par sukh ka saya ho

tum kis jungal kay phool miyaan
tum kis baghiyaa kay bayla ho?
tum kis sagar ki lehar bhala
tum kis badal ki barkha ho?

tum kis ponam ka ujyaara
kis andhi raeen ki oosha ho
tum kin hathoon ki mehndi ho
tum kis mathay ka teeka ho

kyon shehar taja, kyon jog liya
kyon wehshi ho, kyon ruswa ho
hum jab daikhain behroop naya
hum kya jaanain tum kya kya ho?

jab sooraj doobay sanjh bhaye
aur phail raha andhyara ho
kisi saaz ki lay par jhan'an jhan'an
kisi geet ka mukhra jaga ho

iss taal pay naachay pairoon main
aik chup chup behti nadiya ho
ho chaaron koot sugandh basi
jeevan jangal pehna gajra ho

yeh ambar kay mukh ka anchal ho
iss anchal ka rung ooda ho
ik gooT ro'pehlay taroon ki
aur beech sunehra chanda ho

iss sundar sheetal shaant samay
haan bolo bolo phir kya ho ?
woh jis ka milna na mumkin
woh mil jaye tu kaisa ho?

kyon aisay sapnay daikhtay ho
insha ji tum aap bhi sapna ho
ik beetain likhtay shayar ho
ik geet ugalti beena ho

yeh battain mun main woh sochay
jo kya batla'ein kaisa ho?
woh jis kay hath mein kismat ki
aik lambi gehri raikha ho

woh shakhas puranay qisoon ka
ik mud'mata shehzada ho
jo shehar ka rasta bhoola ho
aur jungal mein aa nikla ho

woh raja kaashi nagri ka
woh wali'e bulkh o bukhara ho
kuch uss kay taj pay kalghee ho
kuch uss ka chand sa chehra ho

woh malik mehal ataariyon ka
woh ruppey sonay wala ho
ya koye anookha gunn wala
woh jiss ka jug mein charcha ho
ya koyee sajeela banjara
jo nagri nagri ghooma ho

hum nagri nagri ghoomay tu
jab niklay thay awara ho
woh London ho, woh Paris ho
woh Berlin ho, woh Roma ho
woh Kabul ho, woh Lanka ho
woh sahil seen o rayan ho
ya sahil e neel o dajla ho
woh jeen ka daish washaal kaheen
ya pucham dais Amrica ho
woh chotti Fuji yama ki
ya Ulpus ka barpad ooncha ho
woh chattain gulabi laydan ki
ya neela aab Geneva ho
din Istanbul ki galiyon mein
ya sab ki sair praha ho

kuch sooratain theen, kuch mooratain theen
kuch aur bhi shaid daikha ho
jahaan nazrain thehri thutki hoon
jahaan dil ka kaanta atka ho

par hum ko tu kuch yaad nahi
kuch khoya ho, kuch paya ho
in batoon main, in ghatoon main
sajoog ka koi lamha ho

hum apnay jo khud aap nahi
phir bolo kaun humara ho
yun samjho shehar saraye main
shab bhar kay liye koi utra ho

koi pardaisi, koi saylaani
woh jis ka door thikana ho
shaam aye, sawairay koch kiya
jab dhundhla dhundla rasta ho
jab dharti sooni sooni ho
jab ambar pheeka pheeka ho
aik alam tha, kya alam tha
woh sacha ho, ya jhoota ho

hum apnay aap main doob gaye
khud pathar ban, khud darya ho
jeevan ghaas ka tinka jungle
jeevan aandhi main koi pata ho

hum kis say kahain, kis taur kahain
koi baat humari samjha ho!
hum uss say millain jo apna ho
hum uss say kahain jo hum sa ho

jab yeh bhi nahi, jab woh bhi nahi
kya baat banay, kya rasta ho
iss zindaan main koi rozan ho
iss gunbad main darwaza ho

ay jogi, ay darwaish qavi
kion umar ganwaye ramta ho
kion tun pay rakh bhaboot malay
tu gorakh naat ka cheela ho

yeh poorab pucham kuch bhi nahi
yeh joog bajoog bhi dhooka ho
jo tujh say juda sab maya hai
ya apnay ko gar pana ho

kion aur pay jee ko rujhaata hai
yeh peet ki reet tu phanda ho
jo hara jaan say haar gaya
jo jeeta woh bhi ruswa ho

dhooni na rama, basram na kar
bus alakh jaga kar chalta ho
tu apna reh, tu apna ban
tu insha hai, tu insha ho

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Teray Ishq Ki Inteha


ترے عشق کي انتہا چاہتا ہوں

ترے عشق کي انتہا چاہتا ہوں
مري سادگي ديکھ کيا چاہتا ہوں
ستم ہو کہ ہو وعدہ بے حجابي
کوئي بات صبر آزما چاہتا ہوں
يہ جنت مبارک رہے زاہدوں کو
کہ ميں آپ کا سامنا چاہتا ہوں
ذرا سا تو دل ہوں ، مگر شوخ اتنا
وہي لن تراني سنا چاہتا ہوں
کوئي دم کا مہماں ہوں اے اہل محفل
چراغ سحر ہوں ، بجھا چاہتا ہوں
بھري بزم ميں راز کي بات کہہ دي
بڑا بے ادب ہوں ، سزا چاہتا ہوں



Translation:


The ultimate of Your Love is what I crave
Am I not a simpleton to be this brave!


May there be the callous vow of unveiling
My composure be tested, I make this brave!


May this Paradise be rejoiced by the pious
To be a beholder to Thine countenance is all I desire


Though but its a tiny little heart yet so bold
To heed to the same “Lan taranâ ” is what I aspire


My stay is that for a flash O those of the gathering!
The morning star I am, leave the sky as I fire  


In the packed house I disclosed the secret whispers
The insolent that I am, its the penance that I require
















Poet: Allama Mohammed Iqbal
Singer: Malika Pukhraaj
Inapt translation: mine

Friday, November 12, 2010

;)

Yeh Janab-e-shaikh ka falsafaa, hai ajeeb sarey jahan se
Jo wahan peeyo to halal hai, jo yahan peeyo to haram hai



Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Step Up


  • Swamps are to be crossed, and left behind, when one is in search for the better. 
  • Haathi kay daant khanay kay aur, dikhanay kay aur; (literally (and very crudely) translated as: an elephant keeps dual sets of teeth, one for showing and one for mincing). I was just wondering if elephant could be the only animal to have this duality issue..... How about the social- animal?


Monday, November 8, 2010

Pushing The Rock


The following is such a lovely read that I couldn't help sharing it here.
Read. Relish. And refresh your faith :)

(Reproduced as found on Paulo Coelho's blog) 




a story sent by Nitin Mukundan K.P

A man was sleeping at night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled with light. An angel appeared, showed a large rock in front of his cabin and asked him to push against the rock with all his might.
This the man did, day after day. For many years he toiled from sun up to sun down, his shoulders set squarely against the cold, massive surface of the unmoving rock.
Nothing happened. And he decided to make it a matter of prayer.
“Lord I have labored long and hard in your service, putting all my strength to do that which you have asked. Yet, after all this time, I have not even been able to budge that rock. What is wrong? Why am I failing?”

The angel appeared again :
“My friend, I told you that your task was to push against the rock with all your strength. Never once did I mention to you that I expected you to move it. And now you come to me with your strength spent, thinking that you have failed. But, is that really so?”

“Look at yourself. Your arms are strong and muscled, your back sinewy and brown, your hands are callused from constant pressure, and your legs have become massive and hard.
“Through opposition you have grown much and your abilities now surpass that which you used to have.
“You learned the importance of discipline and training,

” This you have done. Now it is my turn, my task.”
And the angel moved the rock, showing to the man a beautiful path ahead.


Sunday, November 7, 2010

The Memory Creepers



A first salary slip ... a dark brown telephone set ... and an emotional me! :)


Many a times its so strange how memories creep into the mental lock up through vacuum.

The advantage of severing one self from any scars of the past is simply HUGE. Nothing in life matches the grandeur of Let It Go.
LIG isn't that simple altogether; it takes quite some part of yourself as well. It makes you wince in anguish, and fills you with a painful throb inside the chest. However, the good part is that this doesn't last forever. The pain finally subsides, and the anguish finally disappears, leaving behind a clearer vision, a brighter view. 
Well, so to say .... :)


Life can never wear the same color, like you! You need to change, even if that means not everyday. 
LIG enables you to not stick to one color life wore one fine time.


And this brings with it immense freedom. I mean IMMENSE!


It lets one smile for a smile that one once smiled. It lets one sway for the rhythm that some sway evoked. It lets one be happy for the time that one felt happy. Yet being fully present in the Present.
It lets one grow out of a mindset that restricts one from becoming a gushing fountain of gratitude, makes one a rich soil for a life that deserves to be lived.





So from absolutely nowhere, there is this thought of a brightly sunlit afternoon of a day at a place that is far far away from now. 






And I smile. 
Remembering. A first salary slip. A dark brown telephone set. And an emotional me!








PS:
Its being pure lucky to be able to have LIG reminders.... 



Saturday, November 6, 2010

Hona Tha Pyar


Found it cute :). A song from the ace director, Shoaib Mansoor's upcoming movie "Bol". 

For those who have been following this blog, this may be a slight deviation from the kind of music I have been sharing here. 
Atif's vocals, despite their dominant nasal tone, have always had a strange appeal to me. And somehow, this never kept me from falling in love (quite later, and quite contrastingly) with Abida Parveen and her kind of music. Probably because loving asked so .......

Thursday, November 4, 2010


Journey



Jaan gusaal chahay lagay, par niyat saaf ho tou har cheez ka ilaaj hai.

Asbaab aur hawadis kuch bhi hon, at the end of the day, what matters and what counts is the clarity of one's own soul. 
Dil ka aaeena-khana saaf rahay tou aks aur maakoos distorted nahi lagtay.

The night falls, the day fades, but the journey goes on. 
To enter into the realm of another day.

As is the promise of the Lord.



Wednesday, November 3, 2010


He it is who has created the heavens and the earth in accordance with [an inner] truth. He causes the night to flow into the day; and causes the day to flow into the night; and He has made the sun and the moon subservient [to His laws], each running its course for a term set [by Him].