Thursday, February 18, 2016

2293 : A la Ayn Rand for the car

Just like Ayn Rand once famously said, "I dont ask someone if they love their life - I just ask them if they believe in God?"


I dont ask someone "if they love their car?". I just look at their tyres, if they have the air cap still on the valve (the little black green caps which protect the valves) I think I know my answer then.

What prompted this post today?

My neighbour (in the parking) has a spanking white 320d which I would die to have. And guess what...he has no caps on all his four wheels.

What a waste of the car. I know it belongs to someone and I now know how he treats her.

2292 : Yeh na thi hamari kismet by Ghalib

I have obviously blogged about this maybe a million times already (at least in my head). I love this song, and especially the rendition by Chitra Singh. I don't think anyone could have sung this better.

The song is so metaphorical, that it grows on you till eventually you realise you have become the song.

Key lines in the song that I really like....

ye na thee hamaaree qismat ke wisaal-e-yaar hota
agar aur jeete rehte yahee intezaar hota

It was just not destined that you and I would ever hook up, (contrary to our expectations)

So much so - that even if this life of mine extended another millennium, it would just a long endless wait

tere waade par jiye ham to ye jaan jhoot jaanaa
ke khushee se mar na jaate agar 'eitabaar hota

If my life depended on the weight of your promises, then my entire life would be such a sham,
I would actually die overwhelmed by happiness (completion) even if I believed you for a moment.

koee mere dil se pooche tere teer-e-neemkash ko
ye khalish kahaan se hotee jo jigar ke paar hota

Someone should harken to my broken heart, and ask the pitiable her,
The arrow that you shot so inadvertently, had it just ruptured her (the heart) completely - then I would not carry this indelible but constant grief,

ye kahaan ki dostee hai ke bane hain dost naaseh
koee chaarasaaz  hota, koee ghamgusaar hota

What kind of friends hang around me, on a closer look - they appear more like naysayers,
I wish I had (a friend) who would be a real healer, someone who would really listen and sympathize,

kahoon kis se main ke kya hai, shab-e-gham buree bala hai
mujhe  kya  bura  tha  marna ? agar ek  baar hota

Who do I sing my dirge (lament) to, who understands my sorrow of being separated from you even just for this night,
I am brave, ready to face death - but even I just cannot deal this continuous dying which is happening every moment of my waking

2291 : Fatigue

My life (and I dont blame modern life) is one continuous battleground. On a day like today, I do feel tired, weary and fatigued.

Reminds me of one my fav poets saying "mein itne tukdo mein butt gaya, ke apne hisse mein kuch bhi na raha"...

A crude translation means
"I lived in such a hugely divided world, (that today when I look back), not a single piece of I is left over for myself."

Thursday, February 04, 2016

2290 : Gaud Malhar

I am tone deaf. I cannot make a C (from 3 octaves down) differ from the higher C....and yet I am music aficionado. I listen to music all the time.

For the past 5 days I have been listening to Gaud Malhar on repeat. Its fab.

Loving it.

Wednesday, February 03, 2016

2289 : The dark spot in my life

There is a little dark spot on the sun today,
Its the same old thing as yesterday....

These lines are refusing to leave me today. There is a dark spot within the sea of brightness. I wish to possess it.
(lines from sting's king of pain)