Something stupid…

I know I stand in line, until you think you have the time To spend an evening with me

And if we go someplace to dance, I know that there´s a chance You wont be leaving with me

And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place And have a drink or two

And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid Like: "I love you"

I can see it in your eyes, that you despise the same old lies You heard the night before

And though it´s just a line to you, for me it´s true It never seemed so right before

I practice every day to find some clever lines to say To make the meaning come through

But then I think I´ll wait until the evening gets late And I´m alone with you

The time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red And oh the night´s so blue

And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid Like:" I love you"

(" I love you, I love you,....")

I have always liked classic English songs like “que sera sera/what will be will be” from glass bottomed boat.
This song was originally sung by Frank and Nancy Sinatra, Frank Sinatra a legend in himself…though I am yet to get my hand on the original, I loved this version too. Simple lyrics that catch the real core, actually speak the mind kind…..the music complimenting the song, no highs and lows but still the way of singing the similar lines just twist…
A duet to the end…and complex vocals which seem so simple…what I liked the best besides the music and a simple lovely song….is when both Robbie willaims and Nicole kidman say “And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid Like:" I love you" (" I love you, I love you,....")” Lovely song…indeed

Ohlala…red toe nails…

My aunt had managed to get real sidish red color nail polish from US, the one I never bothered to wear much…it looked liked “khoon me doobe hue haath pair” but this was from a good company and in good condition (thanks to refrigerator). I love my toe nails minus all the frills…the main reason being that I cant manage my self that well and nail polish requires constant updating.
After removing more hideous remainants of ugly brown color on toes, I didn’t love my toes, mainly since they looked ghastly with shadows of brown…so I had an idea…anyways my toes are usually clad in socks (blame it on weather and a/c office that dry up and later blisters my feet), who the hec is going to see the color???
After insistence of my better(?) half…who was happy to see his half turning feminine for a change…I tried the color…it didn’t look sidish any more…rather quiet pleasant…
Can I say that I am chnaging? maybe not...but red surely looks good than some brown...

My all time fave rondu "Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna"

Tum ko bhi hai khabar
Mujhko bhi hai pata
Ho raha hai judaa Dono ka raasta
Dur jaake bhi mujhse tum meri yaadon main rehna
Kabhi alvida na kehna
Kabhi alvida na kehna
kabhi alvida na kehna
Jitni thi khushiyaa Sab kho chuki hai
Bas ek gham hai ki jaata nahi
Samjha ke dekha behla ke dekha
Dil hai ki chain isko aata nahi
asu hai ki hai angarayi Aag hai kab aankhon se behna
Kabhi alvida na kehna
Kabhi alvida na kehna
kabhi alvida na kehna
Rut aa rahi hai Rut jaa rahi hai Dard ka mausam badla nahi
Rang yeh gham ka itna hai gehra Sadiyon main hoga halka nahi Halka nahi
Kaun jaane kya hona hai Hum ko hai ab kya kya sehna
Kabhi alvida na kehna
Kabhi alvida na kehna
kabhi alvida na kehna
Tum ko bhi hai khabar
Mujhko bhi hai pata
Ho raha hai judaa Dono ka raasta
Dur jaake bhi mujhse tum meri yaadon main rehna
Kabhi alvida na kehna
kabhi alvida na kehna
kabhi alvida na kehna

Now the movie was so so, though it could have been directed in better manner. But the songs are good. But I liked this song the best. I have it as caller tune, ringtone,only song in the mobile…The song I can sing best and well, the chords I learnt …(real difficult…esp the hammer partL but managed it)
The song is written what can I say classically…nothing extra ordinary…no exotic use of words and lovely stanzas like some of the songs are adorned with…the lyrics are simple, and at times seem to the point L what compensates for this is the music…complex with many instruments but it takes the singer’s voice to the height and it is actually this music and the timbre of Sonu nigam’s voice that has made this song marvelous…
The song starts with “casiosque” tune…slowly joined with other instruments…Sonu nigam starts with almost painful whispering…you can actually feel the lump in the throat feeling when the he starts with “Tum ko bhi…”…higher and higher with “door jake”…and smashing to ground with “kabhi alvida na kehna….” The last kabhi alvida with a tremor…Alka yagnik I found too superficial for the song…she seems too technically correct in the song but actually too much emotionally lacking…at times even shrill…well sonu nigam has compensated for it full fledged…
The song pauses with a sad rendering of another song in the movie…a dream sequence…
I liked the first stanza…you actually feel that happiness slipped out of the hand…with “jitni thi khushiyan…” sonu comes back with “smajha ke dekha” narrating utter helplessness of trying to mend a heart
The musical gap between the two verses is fantastic…actually feeling change in scenes and seasons…like nothing,neither happiness or sadness never lasts for ever...with sonu nigam just humming…high quality truly
The second verse is at power with the first one with “rut aa rahi hain..” a consistant hurt never ceasing… Sonu comes later again with…absolute uncertainty with “kaun jane…”
Here when the verse ends and we hear Alka Yagnik in her poor cut “kabhi alvida” somehow she failed to give the emotion in that one phrase…when you cant go on because of lump….a feeling of bursting out…
The song beautifully ends with sonu nigam slowly gfading the song with repeating kabhi alvida…(alka yagnik is blissfully forgotten)…n high music…slowly ending with casio like music…a true end to a beautiful song indeed

koshish karne walon ki kabhi haar nahi hoti

Lehron se Darkar nauka par nahin hoti, koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti
Nanhi cheenti jab daana lekar chalti hai, chadhti deewaron par, sau bar phisalti hai. Man ka vishwas ragon mein saahas bharta hai, chadhkar girna, girkar chadhna na akharta hai. Akhir uski mehnat bekar nahin hoti, koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti.
Dubkiyan sindhu mein gotakhor lagata hai, ja ja kar khali haath lautkar aata hai Milte nahi sahaj hi moti gehre paani mein, badhta dugna utsah isi hairani mein. Muthi uski khali har bar nahin hoti, koshish karne walon ki haar nahi hoti.
Asaflta ek chunauti hai, ise sweekar karo, kya kami reh gayi, dekho aur sudhar karo.
Jab tak na safal ho, neend chain ko tyago tum, Sangharsh ka maidan chhodkar mat bhago tum. Kuch kiye bina hi jai jaikar nahin hoti, koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti.
– Harivansh Rai Bacchan

I had heard about this poem real long time ago when I saw a very good and amazing movie called “maine Gandhi ko nahi mara”. This movie dealt with a sensitive topic, a psychological disorder called “schizophrenia”. Besides amazing star cast like Anupam kher, Boman Irani and Urmila matondkar…lovely story skillfully directed, this poem really formed centerpiece of the movie…It was really after many years that for some reason that this poem came in my mind…I googled (My better(?) half kids me as google freak and wikepedia freak…I use these two a lot) and voila a found the poem and the name of great poet…
Lovely poem…that surely calls for a print and sticking in the cubicle…what say folks?

Jhalmudi…lip smacking n just so tasty

On the route from Mumbai to Howdah, once you enter the outskits of MP (Madhya pradesh) bihar and Jharkhand…u will hear the cry…”jhal moodi jhal moodi…” ohhhhh…its nothing to make you scared…nothing weird but just a version of our very own bhel poori…but ofcourse the similarity ends here…Jhal moodi can be a real pain to eat mainly if you are unused or hate mustard oil of which there are liberal lashings…but if you like me love “sarson ka tel” you will absolutely love it…and mustard oil and onion combination is just DIVINE…you may not like it…since the taste is as foreign as olives (my mouth is watering) or horseradish…(m salivating)…
The cries are usually heard in second class train compartments…this was one thing that my ma in law didn’t allow any time since she got (rightly) scared that I may have stomach infection…but taking a intercity train to howdah from Jamshedpur and cry of “jhalmoodi” couldn’t make me resist for one…the person had a wicker basket, with assortment of mixtures (sev ,roasted gram and peanuts etc),chopped coriander and green chilles (bombs on tongue actually),chat masala,saindhav (rock salt) and ofcourse mamra (moodi/) ,wet coconut stripes (coolant after chilly bomb)and ubiquitous mustard oil. In a pace that will put a top chef to shame, he assembled the ingredients in a paper cone…decorated with cocnut stripes,coriander and sev…impatiently I took the cone…and had my first bit…aha….lovely…a simple yet wonderful dish…it was good on empty stomach and wonderful on the tongue…Ohhhhhhhhhhhh m loving it JJ and no..nopes…I didn’t have an infection…infact it increased my appetite for one more jhalmoodi J

Another long lost song…” tell him..”

This is dedicated to you Atlya. When I sent u the song, I didn’t know how long it had been since I have heard it my self J
I'm scared So afraid to show I care
Will he think me weak If I tremble when I speak
Oooh - what if There's another one he's thinking of
Maybe he's in love I'd feel like a fool
Life can be so cruel I don't know what to do
I've been there With my heart out in my hand
But what you must understand You can't let the chance To love him pass you by
Should I
Tell him Tell him that the sun and moon Rise in his eyes Reach out to him
And whisper Tender words so soft and sweet Hold him close to feel his heart beat
Love will be the gift you give yourself
Touch him With the gentleness you feel inside Your love can't be denied
The truth will set you free
You'll have what's mean to be
All in time you'll see
I love him Of that much I can be sure
I don't think I could endure If I let him walk away
When I have so much to say
I'll Love is light that surely glows In the hearts of those who know
It's a steady flame that grows
Feed the fire with all the passion you can show
Tonight love will assume its place
This memory time cannot erase Blind faith will lead love where it has to go
Never let him go

This song is divine is all I can say….it actually speaks volumes of what the two minds in a person endure…when you want to reveal your innermost feelings to this one special person but are afraid of rejection. The feelings are so full in you, that you want to reveal them but words cannot be chosen…its like you miss a breath, lump forms in the throat with anticipation, you want to endure the suspense, you ant the uncertainty to go, not willing to let your self know the feelings but still want to know the answers. (very Libran indeed all of you will say)
Lets go critically now…Barbara Streisand is voila…wonderful…I mean how can she manage to sing so high with that melodious voice and at the same time appear to be comforting you,giving you the confidence that it will be all right. Compared to that “my heart will go on” star celine dion I found shrill at times…The song it self unfolds with initial feelings or revelations of love, the dilemma of revealing or not revealing the feelings and later agreeing the power of love and necessity to reveal the feelings…how important it is…lovely music without overpowering the singer’s voice or the lyrics…just complementing it making it a divine song …
Must hear folksJ

The chai party…

I don’t know when did I get assimilated in this group…from the time I started the project I was always away from the team and even after I started working with the team ,this group was away and joined the team much later. I used to always have my evening tea at my desk,working around…but it was gentle insistence by a few members of this group that I started going with this group. Language was not a problem here since they all (except one) spoke my mother tongue. Always been around cosmopolitan group I managed only hindi. Marathi was always reserved for home and family members and relatives. Since my better half never conversed in marathi (which is obvious since his mother tongue is hindiJ) it was only when a call from my home that I switched to marathi. But not any more…for breakfast lunch and tea I always converse in marathi…it’s a breather and definitely at home feeling…mainly because my hindi is typical bambaiya mixed liberally with slangs and smatterings marathi and gujrati etc etc, I am constantly tutuored by my better half who is a hindi papad (again a slang used for any one who knows a lot about a particular thing) n its definitely me who never learns J
So leaving all this aside…its this chai party that enabled me to find friends including the one who serves chai…who at times partakes in small jokes along with us. We gather at the “tapri” as we call it only for our evening tea. When the whole group joins its fun definitely but even when few of us join its great. Usually its only “cutting” or “bi/2” chai but sometimes it is spiced with farsaan with chopped onions or alu pav or omlette pav (nt me) if someone is real hungry or samosa pav…but mostly its chit chatting without malice that attracts me to this chai party, it’s the idea of where to draw a line even in jokes that attacts me here…and mostly it’s the place which takes me aways from daily tensions of life…and career…but above all it’s the wonderful feeling of at home…a chai party with friends…

Some saddie again

Second and last saddie (for the time bieng hehehehehhe)

Well, it was always like that, the one that shouted and had all the drama was always heard
The one that mutely suffered and said nothing and understood everything and was sympathetic never took precedence
Never not even once the one who understood was given preference and this one mutely wiped tears when alone and smiled and pretended nothing happened
This happened always …
The one who considered was never considered
The one who never did was always done
The one who considered was always alone
The one who never did had lots of company
The one who considered was always made outcast
The one who never did was the center of attention

Some jottings

Real long time...had forgotten the tingle my fingers felt when I blogged...I love the feeling...hope to be here a bit more :):)
starts with a saddie poem,which perhaps gives a fair idea of some of us face in real life...a thought which some of my dear ones face daily in real life...

The reason to fly is no more there
the wings are getting plucked of feathers just so slowly one by one
The pain is unbearable but just so wanting
atleast its giving a reason for the tears pricking incessantly in eyes
The process is just so simple
till the last feather is plucked and wing becomes complete naked
then the binding process will start
this will be less painful since the numbness has alraedy set in
and lastly the old mould that was made ready,will be set around
and just like some ornamental bird, a live life will be showcased as "my creation"