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juda hoke bhi tu mujh mein kahi baaki hai
palkon mein banke aansu tu chali aati hai
juda hoke bhi
waise zinda hu zindagi bin tere main
dard hi dard baaki raha hai seene mein
saans lena bhar hi yahan jeena nahi hain
ab toh aadat si hai mujhko aaise jeene mein
juda hoke bhi tu mujhmein kahi baaki hai
palkon mein banke aansu tu chali aati hai
saath mere hain tu har pal shab ke andhere mein
paas mere hain tu hardam ujle savere mein
dil se dhadkan bhula dena aasan nahi hai
ab toh aadat si hai mujhko aaise jeene mein
juda hoke bhi tu mujhmein kahi baaki hai
palkon mein banke aansu tu chali aati hai
ab toh aadat si hai mujhko aaise jeene mein
yeh jo yaadein hai
yeh jo yaadein hai
sabhi kaatein hai
sabhi kaatein hai
Kata do inhe…kata do inhe
ab toh aadat si hai mujhko
Meaning:

An Honest Feedback
So I did get my first honest feedback regarding my blog. It came from a very close friend. I was told that I write “badi badi baatein” (hollow things) on my blog.
Reflecting on it yesterday night, I do agree that I must have written things that I have not gauged fully or are mere theories/ideas. I do also stand guilty of fabricating theories, which might not be palatable for others, and even to me at other times.
So yes. I do agree. And I want to try my best to henceforth write things that are simple, as much nearer to first-hand experience or facts.
Thanks for the feedback. They are valuable and help me grow.
This most certainly does not mean putting up with a person who turns into a tyrant, or being a victim in a relationship. One needs to take care of one’s well-being and severe any ties that would jeopardize one’s happiness or life. However, I think it is possible to keep alive the love for the other person even when you keep a distance from him for your own well-being and at the same time do everything to be happy.


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Met some interesting people at the New Year celebrations. Parveen, thanks for the quotes which I shall treasure:
“Do what you like the most. Like if you love to paint, paint. If you like to write, write. It is the best way to cope with Depression”
I like what she says. Expressing myself helps.
Now-a-days I feel so sad, almost all the time I am about to cry, but tears stop behind my eyes and just wouldn’t burst out. It keeps me feeling stuck and I can hardly mingle with people or be with a group.
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I won’t call myself a Krishna-bhakta (i.e. a devotee of the form of God as Krishna). However my reading and company of bhakta friends has introduced me to the sweetness that manifests in this form of Avataar of the Lord.
So when Siddhi, a teenage girl, who has been learning Kathak dance for the past 7-8 years, performed to an enchanted audience of guests… on the tunes of a Krishna-raas song, I was transported to a different world altogether. The grace inherent in this classical dance form is so mind-blowing, and the perfection of the artiste was so mesmerizing that it seemed as if Krishna and Radha danced away in their romantic divine love in front of our eyes… God bless the girl who took our souls on a trip to Vrindhavan, and the dance form that expresses the soul of India.
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The New-year’s eve brought us all together at Sachin’s house – almost 18 of us. The men and women cracked jokes, laughed, and ate together. The New Year started with a real bang, the whole of Badlapur seemed to be awake to welcome it. Old hindi film songs were sung by everyone and Siddhi danced beautifully. Her father, a fine-arts teacher brought out his paintings the next day at his place where we had all gathered. A little boy Seja played away around the house, splashing in the water, climbing on chairs and tables… It was after a long time I took a kid in my arms. It was all exciting. Another friend Subodh and his new girl-friend held close to each other and it seemed all so perfect. Sachin and his new friend Bharat took us to the hills in the evening and we had darshan of Lord Shiva in the form of Khandoba at the hill-top.
A Happy New Year Indeed!
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