Thursday, June 12, 2014

Phire se wahi khoofnaak khawab


Aaj raat aachanak meri neend toti.
Maine koyee khawb deekha tha shaayad.
Kaafi khoofnaak khawaab tha woh.
Me abhi taak kaamp raha hoon.

Thand se mere chehray pe laal daag pad gaye ,
Neend aayse toothi,
Ki neend door door tak kahin nazar nahi aa rahi.

Aaysa kyon hua, ki mein aaj phir,
kayee saalon ke baad aapne ghar gaya tha.
25 saal ke baad.
Bahut lamba aarsa hau gaya.

Par haalat abhi bhi waayse he thay.
Mein aur mere gharwaale
jaan bacha ke baagh rahe the.
Farak itna tha,
ki aabh jis gaadi mein hum baagh rahe the,
woh meri naayi gaadi thi,
aur jau laug mere saath baagh rahe the,
woh bhi wohi thay, jau aab meri zindagi mein hai.

Log badlay, gaadi badli, waqt baadla,
Par haalat abhi taak nahi badley
Mere jazbaat abhi taak nahi badley!

Woh khauf ka mahool abhi tak whi hai.
Woh jung woh fasaad, abhi tak wahi hai.

Aaj kal suna hai, bahut saylaani wahan jate hai,
Jaanat ka naazara hai, woh batlayte hai.
Par hum ne issay kabhi aaysa nahi paaya hai.
Hum ne tau aapna sab kuch wahi gavaya hai.

Patthar ke khuda, Patthae ke sanam,
Patthar ke insaan paye hai.
Tum sahar e mahaubbat kahtey hau,
Hum jaan bacha ke aaye hai.
Aur haar baar jaan bacha kay he aate aaye hai.

12th June, 2014 04:30am


 

Golden Era of Indian Music



I know there is a strong risk of sounding blasphemous when I say this,
but I have come to believe that we going through the golden era of Indian Music.
You may not have noticed it that way; since the golden era is supposed to be
the 50s and the 60s and some part of 70s, when the Kishores and the Rafis
and the Burmans and the Latas and the Ashas were ruling the roosts;
Neither did I.

Last night, driving back home, my music system happened to pick-up
the Album D-DAY from a mix-song Hindi CD and my instant reaction was –
oh what crap, how can I listen to something like a D-day.

Probably I was too tired to change the track or it was just plain serendipity,
I let the song play. And the rest of the drive back home was sheer magic.
I listen to the track (Alvida), repeatedly over and over again.
And started telling myself, wow, how come I missed this music.
And the answer was simple, there are jewels hidden all around and that
happens only when you are living in a Golden Era.

There is so much good music available all around, that we are spoilt for choices.
And to keep track of all the music that is good seems tough!

I remember the 90s and the early 00s, we use to wait for some good Hindi music
to be released and feel blessed else had to be content with the Ghazals and the Sufis and the Classicals.

Today on the contrary, Bollywood is churning one amazing music album after another:
and most of them are soulful.

In 2014 alone, we have movies like Queen, Highway, Lootera which are great musicals in themselves.
Not just one song, but all the songs. While what attracts one, is the peppy ones of the album
(London Thumukda in Queen and Sawarn Loon in Lootera),
but what one gets pleasantly surprised is that the other numbers of the album are
one better than the other. (Manmarziya, Monta re etc of Lootera).
Even a cheap sounding movie like Hasi Tau Phasi, not only turned out to be a good movie,
but has had some good music too.


And to add to that, there is immense talent all around –
thanks to the popular media, the “rule of the few” (as was the case in the past) has ended.
When there is a Rehman – the God, churning out a beauty like Highway,
there is also Amit Trivedi with Queen and it is difficult to compare which is better.
Imagine there is challenge even for God himself.
So we are no longer dependent on a few to give us good music.
While Rehman and Shankar-Eshaan-Loy stand at the pedestal, at equal height is Amit Trivedi,
Hitesh Sonik, Clinton Crejo.

Same is true for singers. The days of dependency on a few singers are over.
This was proven true a few years ago, when Rahman decided to choose new comers
over Sonu Nigham in Rang De Basanti. I was left wondering for a long time,
what made Rehman to do so. How good would have the songs of Rang De sounded,
if Sonu had sung them!

Today, while Sonu is where he is, we also have singers like Amitabh Bhattacharya,
Benny Dayal, Arijit Singh et al, who are equally soulful.

And some part of the credit for this change definitely goes to MTV.
They changed the music scene in India when they introduced Coke Studio
and Unplugged for India. While these programs were already classics in the west
(and also pakistan), would they thrive in India was yet to seen.

And considering that the season 1 of coke studio did not create so much appreciation;
partially for the unfair comparison with already established coke studio Pakistan
and partially because of too much experimentation by Lisle Levis.
Still season 1 gave us classics like Aa Mil Yaar by Wadali brothers, Allah he Ream
by Sankar Mahadeven, Chittehya by Sunudhi and Oh Maaji re by Shaan,
which ensured that coke studio came back.
And season 2 onwards, it unleashed the potential of new age music composers
like Amit Trivedi, Hitesh Sonik and Clinton Crejo.

And suddenly we had kid singers like Devendra
Singh singing a classical like Nirmohiya along with Harshdeep Kaur and Vishal
Dadlani coming to his own along with Sonu Kakkar singing Madari Madari.

And by season 3, an epitome was reached with Rehman composed a mesmerizing
fusion of Karnatic music, Hindustani classical music, Sufi music and Western jazz
in the song Soz o Salaam sung by Padmabhushan Ghulam Mustafa Khan and family.

Today, there is no dearth of good music directors, lyrics writers or singers,
both in bollywood music and in independent music albums.
Many kids in India today are growing up aspiring to have a career in music;
a social trend which around a decade ago would have been looked down upon,
but parents today are fully supporting these kids. Wow!

Indeed this is a Golden decade and a Golden Era of Indian Music. Long live Music!

"Music is like Meditation. Listing to good music, listening to pure music, is like sitting in a temple and worshipping God”


Alvida, D-Day http://youtu.be/mnsznLWSYJs

May 29, 2014 at 11:25am

What is the Color of your Topi?



What is the color of your Topi


From being the symbol of simplicity, austerity and piousness,


the topi has taken many colors, many hues.


Starting from the Gandhi topi -


worn by the father of the nation as a symbol of resistance to the imperial brutality - a white khaki topi.


It was associated to cultural pride, self-reliance and solidarity with India's rural masses.


Later on the cap was made more popular by Nehru and other politicians,


that is when it took the shape of being a symbol of political activism and being a politician.


Recently, It got a new birth, in a new avatar as the white cap by Anna, where it found a new meaning: of standing up to claim our own right against the corrupt sarkari Imperial.


Since then the simple cap has taken many turns and many colors.


First, what looked like a simple copy paste by the AAP, eventually turned out to be a political turn.


Looks like the topi cannot stay away from political agenda.


Seeing the popularity and value of the symbols it brought in, other parties could not stay away.


We have the Red cap of the Samajwadi Party.


The Saffron cap of the BJP


Blue cap of BSP


And then of course, there is the much debated skull cap.


It is not uncommon to see common men wearing these multi-colored topis to show solidarity of the party they support.


The emotional ploy has worked!


Are all these topis a way of putting topi on the emotions of the poor citizens ? What will really happen and which topi will eventually win. Only time will tell.


Meanwhile, what is the color of your Topi?





April 13, 2014 at 5:59pm

The Unfolding Of The Unconscious



The Unfolding Of The Unconscious is an amazing process.

While it is effort-full and also at times painful,
the usual clichéd states ascribed to this process.

What however amazes me is that,
what it reveals in nothing new!

We already know it well.
It appears so fresh and alive, when it emerges.
We get aware of it so quickly
and realize how it has been impacting our being and our life.

And the cost we have been paying for being that way.
Just that it has not been in our conscious awareness!

We know it, but are not aware of it.

A very intriguing state.
Knowing but not being aware.
And by not being aware, our life seems to be running in an auto mode.

That is how our unconscious is driving our life.
And without awareness we becomes victims of our own self.

There seems to be a strong membrane of “living” that
separates this hidden knowing from coming into awareness.

This “living” is the mindless rush of tasks, of doing, of achieving,
of making things happen, of setting things right......
Without creating any space to reflect.

Only with reflection, with moments of silence, does awareness
emerge and the possiblity to uncover the unconsciousness.

While it indeed is effort-full to break-into the unconscious,
the more we are persistent, the more it will happen.

And once this membrane of living is permeated,
it becomes all too easy to make sense of what has been
really happening in this so called “living”.

And emerges the possibility of altering the life script we
have been so mindless following.

There is immense empowerment and freedom in this new being.

As Carl Jung said, “Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.



 

On Women's Day



Dad, is there a need to celebrate women-hood?

My darling daughter - Yes and No both.

Yes, as I would want you to celebrate yourself, and anything and everything related to you,
the same way as I would like to celebrate myself, and anything and everything related to me.

You are unique and so is everyone else. And I want you to celebrate this uniqueness.
How you are, how you look, how you think, how you feel - celebrate all of it.
Celebrate both your femininity and you masculinity. Not one at the cost of other.

I also don't want you to celebrate yourself in contrast to anybody else.
I don't want you to celebrate being a free daughter, an empowered wife or loving mother.
All these are tags in relation to the other.

I want you to celebrate who you are, independent of the other.
To feel free irrespective of the other.
That in true sense is equality.
You are in no way less than any man or woman.
Nor are you in any way more than any man or woman.
You are you - Unique.
Celebrate that my Love.
And you don't need a special day to do so.
Do it everyday, every minute, every moment of you life!

March 9, 2014 at 1:00pm
 

Appearance do makes a difference



Recently I have been visiting a local hospital to get some physiotherapy done on my ankle.

I noticed, there is a security guard at the entrance who checks people who come in.
He does frisking and uses a metal detector both.
Interestingly I saw him using different protocol for different people.

I have seen him frisk people - mostly poor local people of the area as well as use the metal detector on them. I usually used to visit the hospital directly after my office and he used to use only the metal detector on me.


I did not notice this preferential treatment I was being given till one day I visited the hospital on a weekend. Being a weekend, I was very casually dressed, rather shabbily dressed. And when I reached the hospital, the security guy used the complete protocol - frisking and metal detector. When he frisked me, that is when I realized the difference.


I walked in smiling to myself and wondering how our biases are deeply ingrained in our society. A security guard - due to whatever reasons, has learnt that there is a class difference who need to be treated differently. I am not sure if he himself is aware of his own behavioral pattern. I also began to realize how there would be / are so many people in various roles and positions in organizations and society in general, who live these biases unconsciously.


I was also left wondering, what it would be doing to the receivers of these biases. For me, being frisked was an interesting amusing discovery. Am not too sure if the impact on the poor people, for whom this would be a norm, this would be as interesting or amusing. Maybe they are oblivious to this bias or they won't be minding it, since it is a part of their existential reality.


Other day, I was visiting the hospital again after my office. And this time I had my driver with me and he drove me right up to the porch of the hospital. The security guard saw me getting of the car. And guess what happened to the security protocol - no frisking, no metal detector!

May 29, 2013 at 10:06pm