Sunday, October 17, 2010

Imagery has left the building…

With memories of my grandmom flooding my mind, I took up to listening some of the old hindi film songs which were her favourites; having heard them over and over while growing up, while she played the harmonium and set her court with her loyal lot of friends who looked delightfully at her pretty face, enamored by her personality.

She certainly had a lovely voice to go with that ambience she created.
As a result, I know many obsolete songs which I might never have had a chance meeting with had I grown up in any other family. Two of the songs that remain vivid in my memory are Lata Mangeshkar’s ‘Chand phir nikla’ and… Geeta Dutt’s ‘Kaise koi jiye’…

While completing a few chores at home, I suddenly felt the need to look, these songs, up on the internet. Lo’ behold, I found them and realized that my petite granny use to bungle up many a lyric while she concentrated on the language and avoided her Bengali accent from creeping into the melodies…

Coming back to my virtual success at the lyrics hunt, I realize that the songs then had some lovely lyrics, the images the songs created with words enchanted the hearts of the listeners. Even today, while I close my eyes and listen, I can feel the clouds they speak off, casting shadows on the mind while it prepares to face the grim reality the heart often has to suffer in love. Fascinating!

Truly, none can make you understand the matters of heart better than those who can paint a picture with their words…
How unfortunate that such a gift has turned into a dying art.

Perhaps today when people don’t have the time to look around and feel one with the paraphernalia that crowds their life, the lyricists might have taken to a more contemporary need. Say things they way they are, and leave it to people to accept and move one…

But sometimes I feel, if they would bother to paint a picture, we might take time out to breath life into it.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

back like a tarnished coin

:) Writing about myself is perhaps my most favoured pastime but somehow I haven't been giving myself to pleasure of doing so, off late especially.
Given, we had some decent days over the last 6months that I have been away (or has it been more?)
either ways, I feel the need to voice my thoughts into space, be it virtual so well, here's for starters
I sat through two films Bridges of Madison and Atonement, both about love...
The commonality comes from finding love and even having it reciprocated but never celebrating the joy of togetherness.
What an awful thought to live life with? Knowing there is someone who loves you as much as you love them, but never finding the strength or the opportunity to reach out... to comfort and be comforted?
It has been disturbing me for a while now....

another disturbing thought, when Clint Eastwood said 'this kind of certainty comes just once in a lifetime'
it scared me!!!
Most of us live our lives without feeling emotions of that magnitude!

People can call me what they want, they might think I want to live in fairytales but in my head, I just don't wish to give up on love!