Because Gulzar saab’s songs are wonderful – no doubt. But also because, they are not just songs – they are the lyrics, the music, the choreography, the acting woven together to form something which lasts a lifetime. Especially in our country, Hindi songs are not just art – they are emotions. They manifest so differently for different people. For the lover - songs are his expression of love. For a devotee - they are his “Bhakti”. For an artiste – they are his “Riyaaz”. For a truck driver – they are his companion through the journey. For a soldier – they are his inspiration. For a hard working woman – they are the solace in the times of crisis. And Gulzar saab’s songs have tapped almost all of these genres.
Take this beautiful song from Khamoshi. It was released in 1969 – when Gulzar was 35 years of age. I feel like “chullu bhar paani mei dub jao” when I think about what I have achieved in my life of 35 years. It is from a film which was praised for some of its brilliant songs and melodious music. And from the humongous list of wonderful Gulzar songs, i could not find any better choice to place on top of my list. This song is haunting. It is beautiful. It is melodious. But apart from it, this 50 years old song created an entirely new paradigm of imagination. It is impossible yet its beauty makes it all believable.
My entire body started to tremble the moment I opened the drawer. In a few moments, my eyebrows had drops of perspiration over them. My mind and tongue were numb and I did not know how to take in what I saw. The drawer I had opened was the lowest of chest of drawers we... Continue Reading →
When two people are obliged to live together for their entire lives, the one thing that is absolutely inevitable to surface are the differences between them. The family background and tradition, the style of upbringing, values and personalities creates difference of opinion on various matters within the marital front. This results in arguments, fights, ego clashes plus a whole lot of marital issues. To find solution to the problems, to check the rationality of their own opinion or to just vent out the anger – one often feels a strong urge to talk and discuss with someone about the whole situation. Immediate family, cousins and close friends become the first choice for the couple in question.
At such points I felt terribly ashamed of the insufficient and absolutely inadequate child-rearing resources I had. In spite of tons of information and so much of support and love available at home, I was left helpless, incompetent and completely drained of my energy to handle the psychological and emotional upheavals of my tiny, little toddler. Through this entire roller coaster, I realized that the toddler is going through a metamorphosis – its apparent that the mother has to go through “hers” as well. The theoretical knowledge is not enough, she has to appear for the practical exam as well. She can do as many mistakes but in the end she has to pass without “passing out.”
Scene 1: I go to a friend’s house and the security guard asks me to write my name, address, telephone number and the flat number and the name of the owner whom I have come to meet in the register and provide my photo identity card. When I refuse to give my mobile number I... Continue Reading →
Shalini was looking at her reflection in the huge antique mirror of her exquisite family suite at the Taj Vivanta resort, Goa. The Satya Paul designer saree, a gift from her son Nikhil looked nice on her though she would have much preferred the traditional Maharashtrian Paithani. The makeup was something to match the designer... Continue Reading →
Title: Rising temperatures across the country – a growing concern. Nagpur, one of the beautiful cities in the central India was in the news recently for reaching the highest temperature in the last 100 years. Traditionally, Nagpur has always been known for being a city with extreme temperatures where winters are as cool as 7’deg... Continue Reading →
Today might be the first day of summer vacations for all the Indian husbands while at the same time, it’s the first day of hot and dry summer for the Indian wives. I am talking about of course the yearly national spectacle – the IPL. The first time I opened my Facebook today, I was... Continue Reading →