So here comes another mundane post.Another needless post about my obscure life,about my uneventful life.I hit the sack at 11:30 pm hoping to set my biological clock aright but hell,here I am ,wide awake, hooting and booting.Well,never mind.There are a few things I chanced upon last evening. So I thought I might as well write about them before I lost the train of thought and gave in to airy nothings (Kill me!).So these things are a video and some old letters that resurfaced from amid old phone bills and documents.The video had me in tears because it revived my affinity with old hindi songs.While most of my friends back in school listened to the Backstreet Boys and Shakira I listened to old hindi songs.Yes that's because I have this intrinsic cord that reacts to basic hindi songs.No not the songs that jar your head and make you feel giddy but the ones with proper classical notes and entity.Like this one-Manna Dey's rendition-'Poocho na kaise maine rain bitai'.
The song is based on the raaga 'Ahir Bhairav' which is a brilliant synthesis of the raagas 'Bhairav' and 'Ahiri'.Manna Dey's rendition is soul-stirring and to my surprise even before the song got over I had tears in my eyes.I have always maintained that some works of art are transcendental.Not just memorable but they transcend accepted notions/perspectives/understanding of the aforesaid and they make you experience the 'other' and it is at this precise moment of realization/epiphany that one is so choked and at a loss of words that one cannot help but cry.That is what precisely happened with me.I had also experienced something similar when I had read Norwegian Wood last year.
Cleaning your study table might seem like a trip around the world. But hey,how do you feel when a letter containing your first poem resurfaces from the motley of needless objects on what is supposed to be your 'study' table? Funny? Nostalgic? Well I blew a snot bubble laughing insanely and almost pooted my pants. I did. PLEASE read. It was titled...
Introspection.
As this sultry night,
breaks the twilight of my emotions,
I realize I am too prone,
to emotional convulsions.
My eyes search support,Oh!
My heart is weak for the violent palpitations!
Mourning the death of my happiness,
I now curse my strange disposition.
I am unfit,gullible,Yes!
That's my ultimate confession.
My feelings betray me,
no one to combat the burning sensation.
Reality and my dreams,
have always been in dissension.
I silently break down in suffocation...
Waiting for the one hand,
that can wipe out my grief,
and lead me to divine ascension.
PS-I was in class 9. I was heartbroken.
xD *snorts and runs*
The song is based on the raaga 'Ahir Bhairav' which is a brilliant synthesis of the raagas 'Bhairav' and 'Ahiri'.Manna Dey's rendition is soul-stirring and to my surprise even before the song got over I had tears in my eyes.I have always maintained that some works of art are transcendental.Not just memorable but they transcend accepted notions/perspectives/understanding of the aforesaid and they make you experience the 'other' and it is at this precise moment of realization/epiphany that one is so choked and at a loss of words that one cannot help but cry.That is what precisely happened with me.I had also experienced something similar when I had read Norwegian Wood last year.
Cleaning your study table might seem like a trip around the world. But hey,how do you feel when a letter containing your first poem resurfaces from the motley of needless objects on what is supposed to be your 'study' table? Funny? Nostalgic? Well I blew a snot bubble laughing insanely and almost pooted my pants. I did. PLEASE read. It was titled...
Introspection.
As this sultry night,
breaks the twilight of my emotions,
I realize I am too prone,
to emotional convulsions.
My eyes search support,Oh!
My heart is weak for the violent palpitations!
Mourning the death of my happiness,
I now curse my strange disposition.
I am unfit,gullible,Yes!
That's my ultimate confession.
My feelings betray me,
no one to combat the burning sensation.
Reality and my dreams,
have always been in dissension.
I silently break down in suffocation...
Waiting for the one hand,
that can wipe out my grief,
and lead me to divine ascension.
PS-I was in class 9. I was heartbroken.
xD *snorts and runs*
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