Magic of Hariharan

It was my dear friend Ajeesh who introduced me to Hariharan and Ghazals.
Since then I have been a huge Hariharan fan....

I wish I could study urdu.....


mareez ishq ka kya hai, jiya jiya na jiya
hai ek saaNs ka jhagDa, liya liya na liya

badan hi aaj agar taar-taar hai mera
to ek chaak gareebaaN siya siya na siya

ye aur baat ke tu har rahe-khayaal meiN hai
ke tera naam zabaaN se liya liya na liya

mere hi naam pe aaya hai jaam mehfil meiN
ye aur baat ke maine piya piya na piya

ye haale dil hai Safi maiN to sochta hi naheeN
ke kyooN kisee ne sahaara diya diya na diya

Album: Hazir
Poet: Dr. Safi Hassan
Music: Hariharan

An illustrated short story

It all started as a simple argument between me and Dharmendra.
Dharam always insists that you need to have a huge mass of muscle. I never agreed with him... I always believed that you just have to be in shape...
( And yes... round is a shape )

Dharam laughed at my opinions:

Dharam: Chup raho Shiv nahi to ma kasam mein tujhe jaan se maar daloonga...


Shiv: You want a peice of me ? Well.. come and get it...

And then it happened:

KA-BOOM

I remember counting upto 4 stars before I fainted. Dharam took the direct literal meaning in my challenge.... He wanted to break me into peices and apparantly select some nice ones from them.

Well.. some people are best left to themselves.

Black

There are some things that I have always wanted to do.
Another one was just added to the list a few days back... though I dont think I will be able to pull it off.
Everytime I go to the mess to have food, I see a lot of people sitting there. The mess tables are lined up in long rows with the hostel wardens standing around. Whenever I see that, I want to stand up on one of the long tables, tear my shirt and sing loudly " All I want to say is that they dont really care about us".
Maybe I can try moonwalking too... that is if the wardens dont pull me down by that time.
I wish I was an alien at home behind the sun
I wish I was a souvenier you kept your housekey on
I wish I was the pedal brakes that you depended on
I wish I was the verb "to trust" and never let you down

I wish I was a radio song
The one that you turn up...
I wish...
I wish...

If Eddie had'nt written this song, I sure would have.. But I would have changed some parts of the lyrics.


Then there is "Black"... Oh man how I want to sing that one on stage..
All I need is a good electric guitar, a good bass and backup guitars and a drummer.
Six months back I would have also needed half a bottle of vodka.

I will let the other guitars do the rhytm and I can just sing...
" All the love gone bad
Turned my world to black
Tatooed all I see
All that I am
All I'll beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

Then comes the " do di do do do di do" part...
The rhytm guitar and bass takes care of that.. I can switch to a modest lead. Somewhat like a mix when PJ played in Dallas and State college. I guess I will end the lead like Dallas show... but then I dont want the song to end...

I just want to play "do di do do do di do" till I die.

Somewhere I belong

The past few days have been really messed up.
I am consumed by a overwhelming sense of laziness. And its taking the toll on me.
After the accident, the docter had advised that I will need a lot of physical exercise for completle recovery..... (Sometimes I wonder that the accident was just the cause for a lot of things to happen)
Anyways... I used to force myself to go to the gym for some days. There is always a problem of injuring yourself if you dont do things properly in the gym. Dharmendra now has a slip disc in his neck.

So the doc told me to play something.. He suggested that I play football.
Now I play football everyday. I have installed FIFA 98 on my machine.


To be fair to the doctor and all the people that helped me in the therapy, whatever is fixed now is largely due to their patience and effort. Whatever remains broken is still because I am not making an effort to straighten up the mess.
Linkin Park keeps playing in my head:

When all the vacancy the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I've got left to feel
Nothing to loose
Just stuck, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own and the fault is my own


And I've got nothing to say
I can't believe I didnt fall right down on my face
I was confused
Looking everwhere only to find
That it's not the way I had imagined it all in my mind
So what am I

What do I have but negativity
Cause I cant justify the way everyone is looking at me
Nothing to loose
Nothing to gain, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own and the fault is my own

I will never know
Myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel
Anything else, until my wounds are healed
I will never be anything
till I break away from me
I will break away
I'll find myself today