Ramblings of a wanderer - Nada R. Quraishi

Ahoy there,
Just felt a need to chronicle my funny little thoughts and my poetry so here goes...

Lo and Behold
Stories Untold

Forgotten memories
Unwritten Histories

A hope, A dream
A World Unseen

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

A song for you...

I know that lately my blog seems to be almost as depressing as the state of Michigan's economy. But there is a simple reason for that. Writing is therapeutic for me and so I find myself in a writing frenzy whenever I am upset...

But today, I just want to talk about a song. OK so its a sad song...

But it is so very beautiful. I have always been one of those people who have found a soul-stirring beauty in many sad things. Poetry, paintings, stories, songs, sceneries, and even seasons... Autumn is lovelier to me anyday than spring.

And that is really ironic because I am the least sad person you'd ever know. Or atleast I used to be. Up until 5-6 months ago, the only sadness I knew came from books, movies and songs. But now that I have had a close personal encounter with grief, it's funny how my perspective has changed. Not for me any longer the pain-filled voice of Rafi singing "yeh duniya, yeh mehfil" or "aaj puraani raahon se". I still find these songs beautiful, but they are too dramatic to relate to. They do not touch me on a personal level as this song does...

It's "Dikhaayi diye yun ki be-khud kiya" from the old flick "Bazaar" sung by Lata. And apart from the fact that the lyrics of the song are so beautifully penned and shaairaana that they would steal anyone's breath away, there is something else that I cannot put my finger on. But it just makes me want to keep listening to it on and on.

Perhaps its the last couplet:
Bahut aarzoo thhi gali ki teri...
so yaan se lahoo mein naha kar chale

I feel like I know exactly what the poet means. Sorrows are painted with different colors, and borne differently by different people. But one thing that is undisputable is that it is not the loss that makes us sad, but how much what we lost meant to us. That is what defines, underlines a person's grief at any loss.

And it is this "bahut aarzoo thhi gali ki teri" part that defines her grief, and there is no complaint nor recrimination at the "lahoo mein naha kar chale" part.

I know... I know exactly...