Friday, February 15, 2008

Hindi wala Hariharan

Those who know me, they have the vary idea about my music likings too. I am very much passionate about music but I just loathe one particular type of singing and ie. Ghazals. I know, its shocking . But, I have a reason for disliking them. And, that is, Ghazals help you to mourn more! What has life given to us,good or bad , what is the sense in mourning for it? If you'r so bothered you would have done something to achieve that thing but taking help of soul-sterring words..really fails me to understand ,is the person real or fake? I am sorry to say this, but that's what I feel. And, I don't wait for a second more to change my track ,if at all ghazals do exist.

Woh..kehte hai na..jo hum nahi chahte wohi milta hai..? I am not either an execptional.At my home my dad and sis are biig time ghazal fans.My dad is so cruel at times ,that he drags me to ghazals nights with him and I've to play a wicked trick so that he throws me out. I remember one such ghazal night. It was Sunday, we were on a day out and later we went for dinner out.The hotel tried to entertain its customers with Sham-e-Ghazal.

As we entered inside,the ghazal singer sat in the dias and I screamed a loud.."Dad! we'r not going to eat here." Everybody looked around and my sis pinched me to keep shut , I argued .Mum came tried to convince ,finally daddy cool appeared and ordered/ warned, "Here and nowhere else, if you want to go out tommorrow ,just sit quietly" Yea..I agreed and beared,yelled etc .But, that night was good. I liked one ghazal out of 20 the singer sang. Chand andayi le raha hai... I never heard this ghazal before and neither after that but this was one,which really suited my situation and was an eternal bliss.

Recently, my dad has got a new collection of Hariharan.The Veteran singer. Frankly, speaking I like only a few of his songs. But, in Dadwood .Nothing works. He played Hariharan collection some 6-7 times a day. Subah utho..toh shaam ko novel padho toh, raat mein soo toh..hadh thi .

One entire day,I did'nt complain my dad about these new ghazal but he played them n number of times and for weeks I had to bear this.So, I quiet leanred a few ghazals too and like them also.Here are they:-

1.Maikade bandh kare laakh

maikade bandh kare laakh zamaanevaaleshahar
mein kam nahin aankhon se pilaanevaale


kaash mujhako lagaale tu kabhi sine se
meri tasavir ko sine se lagaanevaaleham

yaqin aapake vaadepe bhala kaise karein
aap haragiz nahin vaada nibhaanevaale

apane aibon pe nazar jinaki nahin hoti hain
aaina unako dikhaate hain zamaanevaale

2.Mujhe Phir wahi yaad ane lage hai...

Mujhe phir vahi yaad aane lage hai

mudhdaton gam pe gam uthaaye hain
tab kahin jaake musakuraaye hain

ek nigaah khuluus ki khaatir
zindagi bhar fareb khaaye hain

mujhe phir vahi yaad aane lage hain
jinhe bhuulane mein zamaane lage hain

suna hai hamein vah bhuulaane lage hain
to kya ham unhein yaad aane lage hain

yah kahana hai unase muhabbat hain mujhko
yah kahane mein unase zamaane lage hain

qayaamat yaqinan karib aa gayi hain
khumaar ab to masjid mein jaane lage hain

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

i read your blog and i found its really mournfull to be concerned with ghazals, and writing ghazal is more sorrowfull....
but whenever i feel like being with myself or chat to my spiritual "me", i feel like enjoying my grief and i find this feeling as a ghazal.
I don't believe in fixing people's perception, but i must say that you may encounter sometime in your life that a ghzal conveys the sound of soul. you might regret for not realizing it before.
Good Luck. happy Ghazaling

Vijeta said...

@Ashish:I'd like to know who is this Ashish? I know ,two more guys with the name 'Ashish'.So,it'd be very generous of u to inform me .

Well,coming to your point-of-view.I'll just say one thing,every person has got its own liking and disliking.I'll keep ur advice in my mind.But,trust me the more u try to realize a problem ,u get more pissed off with life and urself! I tried an experiment too.

Anyways, nice to have u on my blog.Do keep coming.