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Mukesh lives for ever in our hearts

very early in life, Pa instilled in me a love for good words and quality writing. more often than not, it came by in the form of lyrics written by Shailendra for mostly Raj Kapoor movies, composed by Shankar Jaikishan. and Mukesh was the voice of many characters played by Raj sa’b.

in an age glittering with gems like Md. Rafi, Kishore, Talat, Hemant Kumar and Manna Dey, Mukesh holds his own for the sheer simplicity and sonorous quality of his voice.

on his birthday today, here is a compilation of some of my favorite songs sung by him. hope you’ll enjoy this ride back in time ЁЯЩВ

 

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sometimes you are not supposed to do the things you were supposed to do!

this weekend was like that. had made a lot of plans, will do this, will do that, but nothing turned out the way it was supposed to be. and i’m surprised i’m not sulking about it! ЁЯЩВ

hadn’t planned on coming to office, but was in the office for a few hours before heading out home. there is lot of work going on at home, and had planned revamping my room and all, but it didn’t happen. had planned on calling my dear friends home and having a good time fooling around. instead, went out and met them in the Kamla Nagar market and roamed around there. had planned about spending some quite time at home with my love but instead the evening found us debating and discussing a book (that apparently we both are scared of) over cups of delicious cardamom tea, at the stairs of Vishwa Vidyalya metro station.

sometimes you are not supposed to go as per the plans, sometimes you are supposed to go with the flow, sometimes, and the ever cautious me says ‘only sometimes’ ЁЯЩВ you are not supposed to do the things you were supposed to do in the first place.

 

 

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electrified!

last week an electric pole in front of my house caught fire. while people were busy removing their cars from beneath the flaming wires and melted plastic falling down, i thought it’ll be a good opportunity to capture my first YouTube upload ЁЯШЙ

strangely, nobody thought of calling the NDPL (electricity) guys! somebody did call the police and fire service though and i’d a memorable video ЁЯША

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weekend, health and good wishes

it is a sad commentary on my health status that i missed just one day of office and everyone around assumed that i must have been ill! morning onwards, have been warding off questions regarding my health and illness. sudden sniffles after last night’s weather turnaround in Delhi also helped create an additional effect! people worried so much about my health through the day that i actually am not feeling well now ЁЯЩБ

had an amazing three day weekend! though Monday was spent majorly in renovation work going on at home. lots of roaming around, shopping, meeting a dear friend, eating out, and most importantly- spending quality time with her and making plans about our future. there was also a fabulous electric pole fire right in front of my house that i’ve recorded and will share with you soon.

till the next update, wish me good health ЁЯШЙ

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of mental notes

the office is calm today. a whole department that sits across the aisle has left for a hilly retreat. my team, is silently slogging under the weight of unrealistic client expectations. we are seeing another weekend going up in smoke. if this happens, it’ll be my third working weekend in a row. haven’t met her for around a month now.

just two cubicles ahead of me, two of my senior teammates are busy discussing a work, that i hope doesn’t involve me. apart from them, there is just two much calm. like thoughts and ideas in my head, things are strewn across my desk. an almost empty water bottle (which reminds me that i still don’t drink as much water as i should); a single chapati neatly squared and folded in the foil it came in from home; a silent pair of desktop speakers, mobile, pen, two empty glasses of chai on a piece of paper that has a client’s de-brief note printed on it; a pencil lying on top of it with which a friend was writing a poem on a loosely bound notebook of one side printed A4 sheets given to me by our photocopy machine operator.

the friend wrote my name, department and subject of the ‘roughbook’ on the top right hand corner, just like we used to do in our school days. beneath it, on the left hand side he wrote the names of people who went with me to Khajuraho this March. (seems like a long time ago, and i make one more mental note to finish my Khajuraho blog!) he has also written a poem beneath all of this and has asked me to complete it. to which i’d replied, please do finish it yourself as i’m not in the mental state to do it.

and now that somebody is playing a song from ‘Jab we met’ i’m out of this sweet reverie of sorts i was having. its time to go back to slogging once again. and making more of mental notes of and about life yet to live…

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new blog!

it is almost 11 in the night, while m still in the office, waiting for an extremely frustrating day to get over. the only bright point in my day was this: http://theillusionalreality.blogspot.com/ a new blog that i’ve started and will dedicate to photography.

i love photography and had been neglecting my passion for it for a long time now. but last week, i saw a program on NGC, about their top ten photos of the year and it gave me a big jolt. here were people who would go to any length to get that perfect photograph and here was i, not clicking anything for months on end!

at the end of the program, while different photographers were talking about things that move them, shoot after shoot, year after year, i realized that i too wanted to be a photographer some day (well, amongst many many things), that i too wanted to capture moments (whether by being a photo artist or a poet or a painter) and store them for eternity.

this blog is a result of that epiphany.i hope i’m able to rekindle and continue with my love of photography. of course, your support is more than required.

wish me luck and perseverance ЁЯЩВ

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How do you exorcise your grief?

my dear friend n erudite blogger, Mo wrote a delightful verse ‘How do you exorcise your grief’ here: new poem by Mo!

after i wrote this in the comments section i felt that it is good as a stand alone poem too! please read the original one at the link above and then only read this. ur comments, at both the blogs will be eagerly awaited ЁЯЩВ thanks!

How do you exorcise your grief?

i welcome my grief
to sit beside
and (we) share our joys
lest foes we become
.
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.
because i found out
very early in life
grief when made a friend
is grief exorcised

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a note on yesterday’s Bharat Bandh

for the first time since late 80s, the Opposition Left and Right in India united against Congress I party’s misrule and gave a call for complete ‘bandh’ (total shutdown) of the country. a lot has been and is being said in favor or against this. while the opposition parties say it was a resounding success, the ruling Congress I says it was anti-people. and this cockiness of the riling party is what i didn’t like.

whether a success or not, it was important for the Opposition to get united and forcefully tell the Government, that price rise is an issue that gravely affects the people and cannot be brushed under the carpet anymore. yes, any kind of bandh affects the day to day life of people involved, yes, it extracts a cost, but sometimes, disruption becomes important to draw the attention of the ruling Government towards the plight of common people.

if a peaceful, democratic, bandh is so anti-people, as the Congress I today claims, then the Satyagraha and the Civil Disobedience movements of Gandhi ji and the original Congress party against the British raj were equally anti-people, ‘cos they also disrupted so-called normal life, financial transactions and functions of the Government of the day.

the fact is, whether a bandh or no bandh, everything, including the most essential commodities have seen run-away inflation in the present misrule of UPA-II (of which Congress I is the head). and the most affected by this are the very segments of society whose beneficiary Congress promises to be. it is very easy for some media houses, commenting from their air-conditioned spaces, to write this bandh off only as a disruptive attempt by the opposition parties, to write that this bandh was anti-people, to say that India ‘lost’ 13 thousand crores in a single day… it’ll be very difficult for them to highlight the agony of the same ‘common-man’ on rest of the non-bandh 364 days of the year!

India’s voting public possesses a notoriously short-term memory, and Congress I has highly skilled media managers, and that is why i hope that the Opposition keeps this issue on the ‘front page’ for as long as possible. we need not go back much to understand this, look where the Bhopal tragedy is in the news these days! Bharat Bandh’s and Opposition’s next trial will be in the monsoon session of the parliament, let’s hope it doesn’t become another Bhopal story by then!

i’ll close with Bhagat Singh’s words, “If the deaf are to hear, the sound has to be very loud.” and this present Government has not only been deaf, but dumb and blind too. lets hope for salvation.

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рдмреЗрдЧрд╛рдиреА рд╢рд╛рджреА рдореЗрдВ рдЕрдмреНрджреБрд▓реНрд▓рд╛рд╣ рджреАрд╡рд╛рдирд╛

рд╣рдорд╛рд░реЗ рдХрд╣рд╛рд╡рддреЗрдВ рд▓рд┐рдЦрдиреЗ рд╡рд╛рд▓реЗ рдкреВрд░реНрд╡рдЬ рдмреЗрд╣рдж рдЧреБрдгрд╡рд╛рди, рдкреНрд░рддрд┐рднрд╛рд╕рдВрдкрдиреНрди рд▓реЗрдЦрдХ рд░рд╣реЗ рд╣реЛрдВрдЧреЗ. рдЖрдЬ рдХрд▓ рдХреЗ рд▓реЗрдЦрдХ рдХрд╣рд╛рдБ рдард╣рд░рддреЗ рд╣реИрдВ рдЙрдирдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рдордиреЗ. рдЕрдм рдКрдкрд░ рд▓рд┐рдЦреА рдХрд╣рд╛рд╡рдд рдХреЛ рд╣реА рд▓реАрдЬрд┐рдпреЗ, рднрд╛рд░рддреАрдп рдХреНрд░рд┐рдХреЗрдЯ рдЯреАрдо рдХреЗ рдХрдкреНрддрд╛рди рдиреЗ рд╢рд╛рджреА рдХрд░рдиреЗ рдХреА рдХреНрдпрд╛ рд╕реЛрдЪреА, рдкреВрд░рд╛ рдореАрдбрд┐рдпрд╛ ‘рдмрд┐рди рдмреБрд▓рд╛рдпреЗ рдореЗрд╣рдорд╛рди’ рдХреА рддрд░рд╣ рдЙрдирдХреЗ рдпрд╣рд╛рдБ рдкрд╣реБрдБрдЪ рдЧрдпрд╛. рдпреЗ рд╣реБрдИ рдПрдХ рдФрд░ рдХрд╣рд╛рд╡рдд ЁЯЩВ

рдЦреИрд░, рджреБрдирд┐рдпрд╛ рднрд░ рдХреА рдЬрд░реВрд░реА рдЦрдмрд░реЗрдВ рдЫреЛрдбрд╝ рдХреЗ рд╣рдорд╛рд░рд╛ рдореАрдбрд┐рдпрд╛ рдкреВрд░реЗ рджрд┐рди рдзреЛрдиреА рдХреА рд╢рд╛рджреА рдХрд╡рд░ рдХрд░рдиреЗ рдореЗрдВ рд▓рдЧрд╛ рд░рд╣рд╛. рдФрд░  рдХрд┐рд╕реА рдХреЗ рдкрд╛рд╕ рдХреБрдЫ рдирд╣реАрдВ рд╣реЛрддрд╛ рдХрд╣рдиреЗ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП, рдмрд╕ рдПрдХ рднреЗрдбрд╝рдЪрд╛рд▓ рд╣реИ рдЬрд┐рд╕ рдкрд░ рд╣рд░ рдЪреИрдирд▓, рд╣рд░ рдЕрдЦрд╝рдмрд╛рд░ рдЪрд▓рддрд╛ рд░рд╣рддрд╛ рд╣реИ.

рд╕рдЪ рдореЗрдВ, рдЬрдм рд╕рд┐рд░реНрдл рджреВрд░рджрд░реНрд╢рди рд╣реЛрддрд╛ рдерд╛ рддрднреА рдЦрдмрд░реЗрдВ рджреЗрдЦрдирд╛ рдЕрдЪреНрдЫрд╛ рд▓рдЧрддрд╛ рдерд╛. рдЕрдм рддреЛ рдЯреАрд╡реА рдкрд░ рдЦрдмрд░реЗрдВ рджреЗрдЦрдиреЗ рдХрд╛ рдорди рд╣реА рдирд╣реАрдВ рдХрд░рддрд╛.

on a completely different note, a use of the same idiom in this hit song from the movie, Jis Desh Mein Ganga Behati Hai

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рдореБрд╢реНрдХрд┐рд▓ рддреЛ рдирд╣реАрдВ, рдЖрд╕рд╛рдБ рднреА рдирд╣реАрдВ

рдЖрдБрдЦреЛрдВ рдореЗрдВ рдирдореА, рд╣реЛрдареЛрдВ рдкрд░ рд╣рдВрд╕реА, рдореБрд╢реНрдХрд┐рд▓ рддреЛ рдирд╣реАрдВ, рдЖрд╕рд╛рдБ рднреА рдирд╣реАрдВ
рдпреВрдВ рдШреБрдЯ-рдШреБрдЯ рдХрд░ рдЬреАрддреЗ рдЬрд╛рдирд╛, рдореБрд╢реНрдХрд┐рд▓ рддреЛ рдирд╣реАрдВ, рдЖрд╕рд╛рдБ рднреА рдирд╣реАрдВ

рд╣реИ рд╡рдХрд╝реНрдд рдПрдХ рд╕рд╛рдпрд╛ рдХрд╝рд╛рддрд┐рд▓ рдХрд╛, рд╕рд╛рде рдореЗрд░реЗ рдЬреЛ рдЪрд▓рддрд╛ рд╣реИ
рдХрд╝рд╛рддрд┐рд▓ рд╕реЗ рдХрд░реВрдБ рдореИрдВ рдпрд╛рд░рд╛рдирд╛, рдореБрд╢реНрдХрд┐рд▓ рддреЛ рдирд╣реАрдВ, рдЖрд╕рд╛рдБ рднреА рдирд╣реАрдВ

рд╡реЛ рд╢реЛрдЦ рд╣рд╕реАрдВ рдЬрдм рдиреЫрд░реЗрдВ рдЙрдард╛, рдпреВрдБ рддреАрд░ рдирд┐рд╢рд╛рдиреЗ рдкрд░ рдЫреЛреЬреЗ
рджрд┐рд▓ рдореЗрд░реЗ рддреЗрд░рд╛ рдЕрдм рдмрдЪ рдкрд╛рдирд╛, рдореБрд╢реНрдХрд┐рд▓ рддреЛ рдирд╣реАрдВ, рдЖрд╕рд╛рдБ рднреА рдирд╣реАрдВ

рдпреЗ рд░рдВрдЧ рдмрджрд▓рддреА рджреБрдирд┐рдпрд╛ рд╣реИ, рдпрд╣рд╛рдБ рд░реЛрдЬ рд╣реА рдпрд╛рд░ bichadte рд╣реИрдВ
рдРрд╕реЗ рдореЗрдВ рддреЗрд░рд╛ рдореБрдЭреЗ рдорд┐рд▓ рдЬрд╛рдирд╛, рдореБрд╢реНрдХрд┐рд▓ рддреЛ рдирд╣реАрдВ, рдЖрд╕рд╛рдБ рднреА рдирд╣реАрдВ

рдХреБрдЫ рдЕрдВрдЬрд╛рдирд╛ рд╕рд╛ рд░рд┐рд╢реНрддрд╛ рд╣реИ, рдореЗрд░реЗ рдЦреБрджрд╛, рддреБрдЭ рдореЗрдВ, рдореБрдЭ рдореЗрдВ
рдЗрд╕ рд░рд┐рд╢реНрддреЗ рдХреЛ рдЭреБрдард▓рд╛ рдкрд╛рдирд╛, рдореБрд╢реНрдХрд┐рд▓ рддреЛ рдирд╣реАрдВ, рдЖрд╕рд╛рдБ рднреА рдирд╣реАрдВ

рд╣рдо рдЗрд╢реНрдХ-рддрдмреАрдпрдд рд╡рд╛рд▓реЗ рд▓реЛрдЧ, рдХрд▓рдо рдХрд╣рд╛рдБ рд╕рд╛рде рдореЗрдВ рд░рдЦрддреЗ рд╣реИрдВ
рдЖрд╣реЛрдВ рд╕реЗ рдЧрд╝рдЬрд╝рд▓ рдмреБрдирддреЗ рдЬрд╛рдирд╛, рдореБрд╢реНрдХрд┐рд▓ рддреЛ рдирд╣реАрдВ, рдЖрд╕рд╛рдБ рднреА рдирд╣реАрдВ

 
рдпрд╣рд╛рдБ рдореАрдареА рд╕рд▓рд╛рдЦреЗрдВ рд╕рдкрдиреЛрдВ рдХреА, рдФрд░ рджрд╛рдирд╛-рдкрд╛рдиреА рд░рд┐рд╢реНрддреЛрдВ рдХрд╛
рдЗрд╕ рдХрд╝рдлрд╝рд╕* рд╕реЗ рдпреВрдБ рдЙреЬ рдХрд░ рдЬрд╛рдирд╛, рдореБрд╢реНрдХрд┐рд▓ рддреЛ рдирд╣реАрдВ, рдЖрд╕рд╛рдБ рднреА рдирд╣реАрдВ

*рдкрд┐рдВрдЬрд░рд╛

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