Bhatak Maro Mat koi

“saat janam ke saat pher hain…saanp seedhi hai bhai….yam ka dand mund mein laaage, dharee rahe chaturai”

These are lines from a song called Kabira(Agnee) .From last 10 odd days I have been listening to Kabira and Sadho re from the same band and it just doesn’t leave me. After I have heard the song kabira for some 20 times I realize that I am not getting all the words, let me find out what is the media player singing. And I noticed this line, specially the second half of it – ‘yam ka dand mund mein laaage, dharee rahe chaturai’, and it gave me Goosebumps, I listened to it again and again and again, as it was constantly pulling me towards itself.

What is there in this one single line makes me feel so twitchy? Is it the words, is it the subject, is it the music that runs behind the words, is it the voice, is it the death scare, what the hell is this? While writing this I am still pondering over the possible answers to these questions. And the closest I can get is this:-

I feel that in spite of the ‘self-defined’ heights we reach, irrespective of the mammoth size we attain and the amount of achievements we grab, steal or earn, the inherent reality of our existence hides itself in the fact that we are still miniscule components in the over all scenario. Miniscule, when compared to space and to the time line on which we exist. Do we even need to give a thought to this, I can’t say.

The other song ‘Sadho re, ye murdo ka gaaon’ speaks about all this. It laments over the whole concept of death and it does it with eyes settled on the roads, in a market, in an office, in an apartment. It sees them all, walking, dancing and drinking fresh orange juice and vintage scotch. The song says it all, and the whole ambiance speaks it as well, only if one decides to convince his mind to open up for it.

‘kahe kabeer suno bhi sadho, bhatak maro mat koi’

Bhatak maro mat koi! The whole wail is not actually a wail. The meaning is clear, absolutely plain. The whole game of life, death and existence isn’t mechanical and meaningless. The noetic quest is the fuel, understand it! As long as one can fuel it with the urge to know about it, life is on, else, innumerable species of mammals, birds, reptiles and other creatures also respire, everybody got their mechanism, you have yours. And the famous 1960’s dialog ‘It’s all about the choices you make!!’.

Bhatak maro mat koi!

I found one more missing part of the jigsaw, Thanks Kabeer, you rock!!

Sadho re

My Independence

• Today when there is a power cut for 30 minutes, and the AC’s don’t operate we feel so uncomfortable as if all the troubles of this world are forced on us.

• Oh my god, the battery of my cell phone died, and my validity also expired, I don’t know what will happen now. I can’t use my phone for next 6 hours. Life is so tragically long for these six hours.

• Bullshit! Here goes the network again; I have absolutely no idea about what to do ‘Now’ with my life. Ahh, everything in this world is so gloomy, I must write a poem and curse it. Oh, great, the net is back; let’s get back to the silicon smiley world.

• You said there is no petrol, and you expect me to walk a hefty couple of kilometers to do my workout, are you bloody lost! This is insane! I won’t be able to do my exercises today, this is ruining my body.

• Where is my ciggy, where is my ciggy, where is my ciggy, oh damn it! That bloody Pete took the last ciggy as well. He knows I can’t do without it and he still pranks with me. I’m going to kill that bastard. God, please give me a ciggy! If you are there for the ones in need, do it for me, or I become a disbeliever.

Hey, HID dude

HID???

Happy Independence Day dude, you are so out of this world man, so what’s your plans for the big day?

Ah, nothing much yaar, plan to see a movie and sleep.

Happy Independence Day, we feel so great about our so called ‘independence’, but I don’t get the whole picture clearly. Born and brought up in non-colonial India in a family which according to the scenarios, fluctuates from very liberal to unbearably orthodox, thus I never had that feeling of not so ‘independent’ ever. And I believe the same happened to most of them of my age and even to my dad’s age.

While we are so happily dancing away to glory proclaiming the ‘independent’ tag of ours, we so simply ignore how dependent we are today, to one thing or the other. To external temptations and internal irresistibility, to the mechanical lifestyle and materialistic foolish ugly desires. Today, sixty years post we allowed some external authorities to give way to a crisp and clean layer of desi nation makers, we are irreparably dependent today. And to add to the agony, neither do we accept it, nor do we make an attempt to rectify it.

And still, as we do for anything else, we celebrate, with grand pomp and show, with sense tickling sounds and lights, we dance! I can proudly say that we are great magicians when it comes to hide harsh realities under glossy envelopes.

Independent, we have been! Of our denials and of our destinies. Period.

People are strange!

Lately I been sitting idle, workless most of the times, quietly knitting my own stories all the time, finding more music and perhaps less people. Feeling ecstatic as I look back on my grand discovery, finding a pc on LAN which has a great music collection. Wow! It has all of ‘The Doors’, and a few more. I feel so content with these little music collection of mine, and yea internet of course! But how long would I survive this latency, Ah! Forever, can’t say. 

There must be around sixty people sitting around me on the fourteenth floor of this flashy glass building and I don’t know a single person, no colleagues so far, no acquaintances, and no friends. Me and my machine. My 10 GB song collection, Pagalguy, TotalGadha, Tenaday, Satanic Verses, Google-Wikipedia brothers, Pentropy, Penthegame, WordPress, Blogger, Cricinfo, Goal and my dearest friends in my Gtalk list, and thus sun completed one more visit to earth. 

I think I have attained this state of tranquility, which people say is the most difficult position to reach ;); we always read stories about sadhus doing tapasya to get this. I would say that I have been a lot luckier to attain this without much of beard-growing and Himalaya-climbing. It just came like a post, a normal courier. ‘Diwakar Kaushik, haan! yahan sign karo, aur phone number likho’. It was as simple as that. But unlike all those other things which came easy to me and I didn’t value, I truly respect this one. I believe that I have been lucky, hmm, no, very very lucky :) 

While you are already thinking that why am I actually bothering you by writing all this, you must realize it by now, get the essence of what’s written so far and quit reading. It means that it’s a workless guy, with a blog post pending with no one online :) 

I still find absolutely no fault in this semi-lament, semi-mirth tomography of my today, as anything else written would also leave you with a pretty similar feeling, ‘What hell! Does this guy ever make some humane sense, EVER?’, and believe me, I take it as a compliment. 

Back to the eternal calm, now, I am out of this habit of punching the keys for more than 10 minutes. Till then remember James Morrison and read this. 

People are strange when you’re a stranger

Faces look ugly when you’re alone

Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted

Streets are uneven when you’re down

 

When you’re strange

Faces come out of the rain

When you’re strange

No one remembers your name

When you’re strange

A Weird Rating!!!!