Captured this beautiful surrounding from home balcony while testing my new N-series cell. Made a small video....... testing my directorial skills too :-) ..... it will be coming up soon... if sponsored (just kidding!)
These days weather had turn too good that it is now hard to imagine that a week back we were experiencing scorching heat. The downpour is welcome... watching those clouds drifting by...my favourite ghazal by Jaggit Singh just flashed and poured a million of sweet memories in.
ye daulat bhi le lo, ye shoharat bhi le lo
bhale chiin lo mujh se meri javani
magar mujh ko lauta do bachapan ka savan
woh kagaz ki kashti, woh barish ka pani
mohalle ki sabse nishani purani
woh budhiyaa jise bachche kahate the nani
woh nani ki baaton mein pariyon ka dera
woh chahare ki jhuriryon mein sadiyon ka phera
bhulaae nahin bhool sakata hai koi
woh chhoti si raaten woh lambi kahani
kadi dhuup mein apne ghar se nikalana
woh chidiya woh bulbul woh titali pakadana
woh gudiya ki shaadi mein ladana jhagadna
woh jhulon se girana wog gir ke sambhalana
woh pital ke challon ke pyare se tohafe
woh tooti hui chudiyon ki nishani
kabhi ret ke unche tilon pe jana
gharaunde banana bana ke mitana
woh masoom chahat ki tasvir apni
woh khwabon khilaunon ki jagir apni
na duniya ka gam tha na rishton ke bandhan
badi khubsurat thi woh zindagani
woh kagaz ki kashti, woh barish ka pani....
Like the first rains bringing sweet earthy smell along.. making the earth rejoice with each drop fall... this ghazal was rejunivating me bringing back my 'bachpan'.... not a single line in these lyrics are not part of my life.. how did Gulzaar Sahab knew I wud experience the same???? years & years later....
My sis gudda getting married to my sweet gudiya... "gajar ka halwa, chameli ke phool... bolo miyan dhule, tumhara nikah kubool" :-) what sweet as that can be...!
The replay of 1982 Asiad on the front road...running with full speed... traffic (no big deal)...the colony people witnessing the grand event with fun and applause.... my sweet cousin dress in a traditional attire would bring the paper medals(gold, silver & green for bronze) & Mr Buta Singh, minister!!... no..my chacha would give them to winners... wow!!
Making the biggest mud kilah at diwali only to be blown by the biggest 'pattaka' then...
The rangoli, drawing & dancing competition.... the practice with all colony girls wearing mamma's sarees... spoiling most of them...
Collecting the pupa from the garden tree.. keeping them in boxes & watching them turn into beautiful butterflies... bringing innocent smiles on faces...
The school rickshaw ride ...the ladai & the pitai...
Countless...countless of memories pouring in...each of them bringing smiles on my face and at times tears...the luxury...the comfort or the money gained today seem too small and worthless too getting back to those beautiful days... so true....sach hai aj ke is savan mei woh kashti, woh barish aur woh masti kahan???
mujh ko lauta do woh bachpan ka savan, woh kagaz ki kashti woh barish ka pani...
These are few of the scenic beauty on the hill in front of my house on this rainy day...
The sound making waterfalls....
My house witness an intrusion by a beautiful visitor. It was captured by the camera.
