Winter, Rain, Evening and Night

 Today, it rained in the evening. These winter rains bring down the alarming pollution levels of this metropolis. I hear that the emergency level restrictions are therefore revoked from today.

Though the air around the environment might have cleared up, this rain again triggers something melancholic within me. I do not know what, but there is something. Also it makes me feel cold and lazy.

Also, in these situations suddenly a JS/CS mood triggers in. It is said that music binds with one's memory. When the music is played back, the memories also playback. This is amazing feeling. We feel nostalgic, yet the memories are most of the time sweet and soothing.

Today, it is, Jigar Moradabadi.

आँखों का था क़ुसूर न दिल का क़ुसूर था,

आया जो मेरे सामने मेरा ग़ुरूर था.

जिस दिल को तुम ने लुत्फ़ से अपना बना लिया,

उस दिल में इक छुपा हुआ नश्तर ज़रूर था.

The ghazal is a 14 syllable meter, named: muzaari musamman akhrab makfuuf mahzuuf, syllable pattern: = = - / = - = - / - = = - / = - =

1706 Days

 I am posting a new blog after 1706 days here!

So many things have happened during these years! We have COVID and waves of them one after another. Then we had the AI boom. important elections, wars and what not. This blog could have been witness to all that in real time. I chose not to write, not because I did not have content, but because of my laziness. 

The days of reading and writing blogs are on the downhill for sure. People have moved to social media and contents are generated in multimedia format, esp. videos. Writing text and the art of evoking emotions from text alone, is a restricted to books. 

Let me see, if I can (re)start this blog again. Maybe I will take it to a different location, where I can save all my previous blogs and publish newer ones.