I always dream of this nightmare. It came yet again yesterday. Our house is somewhat close to the domestic and international airports and the Western Air Command (Around 6 km from the airport). Often the aircrafts fly past our houses at a low altitude, for the final landing.
From time to time I have this dream, that some aircraft has crashed into our colony and everything is burning all around. This basic form is sometimes modified to another form. In that version, I see an air combat in operation and one or two of them get hit and crash land. I literally see the combat in progress!
I have had these sort of dreams many times. It is infrequent though, maybe once in 6-7 months. I don't know what is the physiology behind all this, and neither do I ever want to ponder much about this. Just wish that this never comes true in my life!
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Troubled Neighbourhood
Our neighbour is in trouble and it saddens me. I would like to see the happy faces and a peaceful existence for the common man in that country.
The steps taken to contain rising terrorism and military reverses there, are open for debate, and I am least bothered with them. What worries me is the fact that if things go wrong, we could have a situation, where the military revolts, and different factions are formed within the armed forces. When that happens, all hell will break loose. A neighbour who is internally disturbed tries to find quick solutions by diverting attention to external issues, and 'manufacturing' situations in the region. I hope we are prepared and our neighbour is matured enough.
Reminding me of the 'marshal law', I heard very strong comments by Ahmed Faraz, when it was imposed during the younger days of his life. He even cited, the reason for staying out of his mother land painfully, in his ghazal "Qurb-e-jaana na maikhaane ka mausam aaya....".
Staying with Faraz, just remembered a classic rendition by Lata Mangeshkar of his ghazal in 'Sajda':
Aankh se door na ho dil se utar jaayega,
Waqt ka kya hai guzarta hai guzar jaayega.
Tum sar-e-raah-e-wafa dekhte rah jaaoge,
Aur wo baam-e-rafaaqat se utar jaayega.
You can listen to more of this ghazal in Faraz's voice:
The steps taken to contain rising terrorism and military reverses there, are open for debate, and I am least bothered with them. What worries me is the fact that if things go wrong, we could have a situation, where the military revolts, and different factions are formed within the armed forces. When that happens, all hell will break loose. A neighbour who is internally disturbed tries to find quick solutions by diverting attention to external issues, and 'manufacturing' situations in the region. I hope we are prepared and our neighbour is matured enough.
Reminding me of the 'marshal law', I heard very strong comments by Ahmed Faraz, when it was imposed during the younger days of his life. He even cited, the reason for staying out of his mother land painfully, in his ghazal "Qurb-e-jaana na maikhaane ka mausam aaya....".
Staying with Faraz, just remembered a classic rendition by Lata Mangeshkar of his ghazal in 'Sajda':
Aankh se door na ho dil se utar jaayega,
Waqt ka kya hai guzarta hai guzar jaayega.
Tum sar-e-raah-e-wafa dekhte rah jaaoge,
Aur wo baam-e-rafaaqat se utar jaayega.
You can listen to more of this ghazal in Faraz's voice:
Ankh_se_door.mp3 |
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Dil ya Dimaagh
It is different fun altogether, when the entire team goes out for a movie, and that too in office hours! We did exactly that today, during the closing hours of our workday. This luxury was awarded to us, as we yet again received the highest possible customer satisfaction rating from our client.
Now for the movie, "Jab We Met". As confusing is the title, the story and performances are left wanting. The popular "Mauja hi Mauja" song is most misplaced, as it appears at the end of the movie. As is the custom amongst the audience of Delhi-NCR (and may be other cities), they stood up to leave as soon as the credits started rolling on the screen, thus missing half of the song.
At one place though, a very serious question came up in the story. This dame had to take a decision about which guy to chose as her beau. One was a decision based on her wishes of the heart and the other one with her mind and the prevailing situation surrounding her.
This is a question that has bothered me for sometime. Should love be as blind as
बेवफ़ा भी हो सितमगर भी जफ़ा पेशा भी,
हम ख़ुदा तुमको बना लेंगे तुम आओ तो सही| -- मुमताज़ मिर्ज़ा
or should the decision be based on careful thought about the future of the relationship?
Now for the movie, "Jab We Met". As confusing is the title, the story and performances are left wanting. The popular "Mauja hi Mauja" song is most misplaced, as it appears at the end of the movie. As is the custom amongst the audience of Delhi-NCR (and may be other cities), they stood up to leave as soon as the credits started rolling on the screen, thus missing half of the song.
At one place though, a very serious question came up in the story. This dame had to take a decision about which guy to chose as her beau. One was a decision based on her wishes of the heart and the other one with her mind and the prevailing situation surrounding her.
This is a question that has bothered me for sometime. Should love be as blind as
बेवफ़ा भी हो सितमगर भी जफ़ा पेशा भी,
हम ख़ुदा तुमको बना लेंगे तुम आओ तो सही| -- मुमताज़ मिर्ज़ा
or should the decision be based on careful thought about the future of the relationship?
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