तुम आओ तो सही...

This blog of mine, would be saying to me the same thing...
एक वादा करो अब हमसे ना बिछड़ोगे कभी,
नाज़ हम सारे उठा लेंगे, तुम आओ तो सही।
And I am like that unfaithful lover that returns, only when my mind is restless, down and out, looking for love and comfort.

Just now, as this ghazal plays in the background, it has again broken all the walls of my barriers that I use as a check-dam of my emotions. Now there is a deluge not only from my eyes but also inside the heart and rushing down the veins, I am drowning helplessly. Time will heal, not the pain, but the walls of the dam, and again I would be up and running, until the next deluge. The music of JS and CS does this often. I don't know what or why it is. Maybe it is a combination of memories, melody and melancholy. Maybe something it is something else. I don't know. I don't care now.

This particular gem from Chitra ji, is a superb rendition. Starting from her ulta-short alaap, the matla of the ghazal and to each of the three couplets. The interlude of the flute and the tabla is just awesome, and so is the santoor.

This is Mumtaz Mirza's ghazal. This ghazal is written in the meter "ramal musamman mahzuf", with the syllabic pattern, 2122-2122-2122-212. The तुम आओ तो सही is scanned as तु माओ तो सही (122 212).

There are other verses that are unsung in this recording.
यूँ तो जिस सिम्त नज़र उठती है तारीकी(darkeness) है,
प्यार के दीप जला लेंगे, तुम आओ तो सही।

इख़्तलाफ़ात(disagreement) भी मिट जाएँगे रफ़ता(slowly) रफ़ता,
जिस तरह होगा निभा लेंगे, तुम आओ तो सही।

दिल की वीरानी से घबराके ना मुँह को मोड़ो,
बज़्म ये फिर से सज़ा लेंगे, तुम आओ तो सही।

Happy Friendship Day

Today "was" friendship day!
Nowadays it takes a dedicated day of the year to mark important relationships, like mother, father, sister & brother (okay we had Rakhi and bhayia dooj even before), wife, husband and even anti-terrorism. I remember as a kid, the fashion of celebrating "Valentine's day" started in our school. That was probably the trend-setter. Now social networking has thrust upon us, these. We must have some post tagging our immediate members on the day. If you don't, then you are a social network outcast. By the way, who determines these days? Mr. Zuckerberg?

Sticking to friendship, I think a great example was set by Mr. Duryodhan and Mr. Karn of the Mahabharat fame. Duryodhan on his part came to the rescue of Karn during the "show of strength" ceremony when the latter was being forbidden to compete with Arjun to establish the supremacy in the art of archery by the learned men of the Hastinapur court. Of course Duryodhan had ulterior motives, but then which relationship does not have that in kaliyug. In return, Karn was a steadfast friend of Duryodhan. Legend has it that when Kunti met Karn before his epic battle with Arjun and told him about his lineage, he refused to shift his loyalty from Duryodhan. I don't know if Duryodhan ever came to know of Karn's real background.

Most of such friends in today's world, would easily chose to reveal the secret. Mr. Karn could call for a meeting between Mr Yudhishthir and Mr. Duryodhan and say to them, "Hey dudes! Look I am the elder brother of all of you all. So I should be the king of Hastinapur. You guys, just chill." Of course one section of the media would try to project Mr. Karn has a "greedy and opportunist" brother. They could also question the authenticity of Ms. Kunit's and Mr. Karn's claims. They would have to eventually undertake a DNA test on the orders of the honourable SC of India.

What I find surprising is, Krishn never once hinted in his ~575 shloks in the Bhagwad Gita to Arjun that you would actually be killing your own elder brother in the battle. Had he, I think it would have been very difficult for him to persuade Arjun to fight. Even after Karn was slain and Arjun came to know about the reality of Karn, he never showed anger or complaint towards Krishn as to why he did not tell him this before, considering they were friends too. There goes, another example of friendship of the ancient times!

Friends, happy friendshiping!!

Bhishm Pitamah

My 4 year old son categorises the entire world as "good" or "bad". "Chingum Sir" is good. "Veer" is good. His friends are all good. "No Baal", "Mad Max" and  all type of virus and germs are bad. So as I was reading a kid's version of Mahabharat to him, I was least surprised by his queries on helping him put the characters of Mahabharat in his "good" and "bad" basket.

He pointed towards a drawing of Duryodhan and Karn and asked, "Are they good or bad?". I said, "They are good, but some of their actions were not good." To add to his confusion, I further said, "Nobody is good or bad. Their actions are. Like when you don't listen to Mummy when she asks you to brush your teeth at night. You are being bad at that time. But when you practise your lines for your show-and-tell, then you are being good". It was too much for his little mind to master. Most probably he also wanted to put the topic of brushing quickly off the table. So he ignored, (I don't know which basket he has put them in) and went on to point towards Bhishm's drawing and repeated the same question.

This was confusing even for me. Legend and tradition puts him on the good side. A loving great grand-grand father towards the Pandavs, who had to take side of the "bad" because he was so truthful towards his oath and promise. He pledged to protect the throne and never set eyes on it irrespective of the circumstances. He had no riders in his pledge. He was so bound, that he could not even raise his mighty skills as a warrior to protect the dignity of a woman that was being vandalised by his grand-grand-children. If not as a warrior he could have definitely tried to advise strongly to the throne (that he had pledged to protect) that the events being unfolded in the dice game were utterly wrong and would bring immense harm to the kingdom and throne. But no, he chose to play the mute spectator. Thus, it is not a pity that he had to lie on a bed of arrows from the 10th day of the war.

But then, look at his life! His mother took him away from his father as a new born. When he returned to the materialistic world as a young prince, he was stuck with his father's mis-adventures. He took an oath and his father gave him a boon that became a curse. He could not die unless he could know that the borders of the kingdom were safe and secure. He was a learned and wise man. He could differentiate between "good" and "bad", but his "karm yog" was to support the bad. He paid the price, both by flesh and by mind. He knew he was on the wrong (and weak) side, yet his "karm" forced him to be on the weak side.

I think Bhishm's good versus bad tally matched and that he was relieved from the cycle at the end. But then, next up is Karn. Did his tally match?
This epic is a gem.

Double Roti and Maggi

This was my dinner today. 

Since we have been having "heavy" meals from yesterday, I decided to go "light" for dinner today. Every Indian would agree that the above combination of bread and a pack of Maggi is the best choice. After all, what is "junk" in this food?

Double Roti: A strange name we have given to breads in our country, particularly the North. "एक डबल रोटी देना", when asked by a customer to a groceries shopkeeper means he or she wants to buy a loaf of bread. Not buy a single slice of bread. I tried to reason why we may have started to call it "double". It maybe because of the thickness. It is lot thicker than our rotis. And roti, because it is after all the next staple "bread" after roti here. In Bengali, we call it, "পাউরুটি" (Pauruti), which literally translates to "Pau-(legs)-ruti-(roti)". Now this is logical. In the olden days, people would jump over the batter in the bakeries to ensure that the mass quantities of flour mixed throughly with the yeast. We didn't have batter mixing machines in those days, so no need to say, yuck! It would be interesting to know what this is called in other parts of the country.

Maggi: Every Indian will swear by their heart and soul that this instant noodles launched by Nestlé India in 1983, has saved the hunger pangs of millions of people across the country in so many years. Not withstanding the ingredients and the banning and unbanning of this product time and again, this instant noodles is one that anyone who can lit a gas stove in India can cook. Boil the water, crack the noodles and sprinkle the "masala". Let it boil for 2 minutes. Done. The "Masala" flavour is the one and only that tastes best. Nestlé could very well stop doing those crazy, schezwan and chicken experiments. The best part is that you can use it as a sandwich filling, a dough for "pakodas" and what not. In those stalls near the busy office areas, you get butter Maggi topped with fried onions and butter and dressed with green peppers and "chaat masala". Then you have the egg Maggi, where the scrambled eggs are mixed with the noodles. One can have it plain, veggie loaded and what not. The sky is the limit.

Ten years of companionship

This year we are celebrating our 10 year's of companionship. We first met in the fall of 2008. It was love at first sight. In the initial days, he was not well versed in driving our relationship. He was nervous and innocent. He would try to get me rolling along and I had to show a lot of patience. His lack of experience led me to be hurt a lot at times, scars of which are present even today.

Gradually, thinks started to work. He would take me out on Sunday mornings and tried to "impress" me. Though for short runs, I was content that he was showing dedication and inclination towards me. Gradually, our relationship was fostering, it seemed. However, this was only temporary. He left me in the month of June of 2009. I was disheartened, that he left me in the company of his relatives for two years. The relatives were kind to me. They took good care and even today we have a fond relationship.

It was only in the year of 2011 that he was back and I returned to him. From then on it has been a steady but solid relationship. I may have failed him a couple of times, but very rarely during our outings. I have a problem that I am down and out when he leaves me wanting for few months. Not even touching me. He says he has to go abroad for few months, so he cannot attend to me. Sad! And when he returns, I make him pay to get all charged up and (re) start our relationship.

It has been a great journey so far. But he says that I am getting old. He is thinking of replacing me this year. He says this is the right time to get a new one. I am so afraid and sad, but what can I do?

Whatever happens, I know I have given him a good service and fulfilled my part of the relationship. In fact, today he took me for the most memorable service. It was my 10 years service day. They worked on my oil filter, engine oil, distilled water, spark plug, wheel balancing and what not. He splashed a lot on me today.

I would like to serve him more, but I am getting old. I do not have the same pick-up more so when the AC is switched on. He complains that he has to switch off the AC during the ascent on flyovers. I feel pained at heart. But we cars are not supposed to have emotions. Who cares?

Labour's Day

Today was labour day for me. Middle of the week holidays are sometimes dangerous. Suddenly a lot of "TODO" items come alive from nowhere. Okay, weekends too have similar traits, but the mind is more than prepared to handle.

Morning 8'o clock, 2 hours, was all the "extra sleep" I had the luxury. Then it was time for my son to go to school. My wife does all the hard work but since I was on leave, I had to accompany them to the school. Not that I mind. I love seeing the tiny-toddlers holding their guardian's hands tugging along and going to the school. My son's school is 450 meters from our house, a casual walk is all it takes. I feel pity for those kids who have to get ready and wait for their school buses (or school vans, those pathetically overloaded, utterly unsafe, rash driven vehicles) at 10 minutes to 7 in the morning. Things have not improved since my days. In fact they have become worse.

My son's school building reminds me of my own. Red bricked outer walls, the school name displayed with huge letters painted in blue and airy classrooms (yes, it is a non-AC school). The playground is much larger and it has these new fancy pools and skating areas. Thankfully there is no horse riding yet. I recently had a chance to pass-by my school. It has expanded. It must have taken the buildings on one side. Now it has a huge gate with a huge banner, a huge new building alongside the older building and possibly a larger playground.  During the nursery admissions this year, I heard that it is now considered one of the best schools in this district of the capital city. I have some memories buried deep inside that place. Sometimes, when they break open my flood-gates of emotions, in the ensuing deluge, the image of the building sometimes finds it way floating along. The present building looks an unfamiliar burial ground.

After the see-off, my wife went for her usual work-out session. I returned home to start the "installing of the overhead tank overflow system project". Climbed up the stairs of our roof only to find that the lid of our tank was blown over in the recent storm. Fixed and that and installed the new wireless level sensors. These are cool. You drop the sensor wires in the tank and the level of the tank is transmitted wirelessly down to the ground. The receiver in the room below picks up these signals and displays the water level on the display panel.

My wife joined me on the roof by the time I was giving the final touches to the installation. It was very windy today, so the effect of the summer heat was somewhat compensated. Once back at the house, I had to take my mother to the dispensary. Her medicines had been indented and she received the SMS on Saturday. It is never a pleasure to drive in the pathetic peak hour traffic in Delhi. More so if you are staying in an area where another flyover is being constructed in parallel to an existing operational one because our so called city planners could not estimate that we would require a bigger one in the first place!

After I returned home, I decided to clean the air-conditioner in our room. It has picked up a lot of dust in the filter and the guys who serviced the AC this time did not do a good job. This is a painful job. To use a toothbrush to clean the filters!!

It was almost getting time for my son to return. So I made a quick dash to buy few "cornettoes" for him. I had to take the car again, but thankfully I could drive this one inside the lanes and avoid the wretched outer ring road.  My son was very happy to see me at the school gate. He agreed to carry the umbrella and his school bag by himself.

It was after this that I had nothing else to do. I tried to invent work by checking my office emails on my mobile. There was nothing interesting there. Then I took lunch and had a siesta. In the evening, took my son for cycling so that he starts to get accustomed to our ways of driving early in his days.

To cap off the day, we decided to order the "Maharaja Thali" from Karnataka Food Center for dinner. These mobile food ordering and delivery apps surely help. Oh! and it was the most delicious present to gift oneself after a days hard work.

Return to my blog

I am plugged in with this music in the background. That is how I want to restart the blogging.
This is a 1978 recording, 40 years old and as old as me.

This man's muisc never fails to give me goosebumps, even after 26 years.