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Life gets hell complicated with time.
What is critical today becomes worthless tomorrow....
The mind fuck days are back...
Surprisingly, i'm smiling at this...

I have been on a 'Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan' spree lately.


I have also been thinking as to what will I do with whatever money i'll earn after a few years. I have come up with a lot of uses. The wishlist is getting longer everyday and I hope I can fulfill a decent percentage of those points.
But then...

Will I be able to attend a Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan live concert ever?
No!

hmmm...

Did my second street play in IIMA recently :) It's amazing how these things take me back to what i really am.
And i wrote something after a really long time, i.e., wrote the concluding jingle for the play. And i think it turned out to be decent so decided to put it up here :)

महाभारत ने कहा की अर्जुन कितना वीर था
शक्ति थी, सामर्थ्य था, और इक बड़ा ज़मीर था
मुश्किल लेकिन हल करने, आना पड़ा भगवान को
वर्ना उसके हाथ में अटका, उसका अपना तीर था

पर तुम....

बात बात पर हाथ जोड़ कर पाँव पकड़ लेते हो तुम
हर अमावस रात को मस्जिद निकल पड़ते हो तुम
हाथ बांधे आसमां ताकना न सिखलाया तुम्हे
कर्म करना, प्रेम करना, यही तो बतलाया तुम्हे

मुश्किल से तुम हार कर, कब तक मुझे बुलाओगे
मेरे नामों की आड़ में, कब तक खुद से टकराओगे
मेरी सर्वश्रेष्ठ रचना का, अब तो कुछ सम्मान करो
हाथ बढाओ, हाथ मिलाओ, जीवन का संचार करो.

What a long pause for this post! :)

And ironically, I have nothing to say. Just a song that i overheard on a cafeteria radio, came back and played it on youtube, and have been hooked for quite some time now.
I guess it has been a while since a song was able to get this deep.
I guess my guards are lowering.
Or maybe i'm returning to sanity :)

life is indeed a *****!


About this blog

The cause, reason and effect of everything. To huge to be discussed, analysed and stated. But too huge to ignore. Here is a collection of some of my emotions, which i could bring to paper. And for the story behind the name of the blog click here

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Staring at the empty about me box, i feel as clueless as i felt the day i was born. Just the fact that i was less confused at that time. And i wasn't looking for myself back then... Should i be looking for myself now?