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Beautifully sung by Salma Agha. See in the end, Ahmed Faraz is in tears :) zindagi yun thi ke jeene ka bahana tu tha hum faqat zaib-e-hikayat the, fasana tu tha (faqat=alone, zaib=ornament, hikayat=story, zaib-e-hikayat=existing only in story) hum ne jis jis ko bhi chaha tere hijran mein, woh log aate jaate huye mausam the, zamana tu tha ab ke kuch dil hi na maana ke palat kar aate warna hum dar-ba-daron ka to thikana tu tha (dar-ba-dar=door to door) ...

While reading editorials one thing that always strikes my mind is that what part of it is close to truth and what part is just what the writer thinks. A week back or so i read an article in Times of India and it just made me almost go mad. So to release some frustration ;) and comment on what the reality is, thought of writing a post. I am just taking quotes from the article and posting comments on them. Your comments are welcome ;) ...

Most of the Indians go to see live concerts because: They are the people with approach and can manage to get free VIP passes and all. They are from rich section of the society and can manage to buy tickets (if any). Attending live concerts is a feel good thing and a bit of fun. The real fans of artists are generally sitting in last rows, or even worse; standing. The folks sitting in VVIP and VIP sections are the the output of above 3 points. Anyways yesterday night there was a live concert of Ghulam Ali and me and 2 of my friends were ready to enjoy and had high hopes. So we got the tickets well in advance to avoid any “not available” etc etc situation. The time printed on the ticket was of 7 PM and 2 other singers were supposed to perform before Ghulam Ali. So we reached the venue around 6:15 to find that they had just started to setup the stage and other stuff. Nothing much strange as India runs like that only. Finally after 8 PM they started entering people and we got good seats. Weather was being tricky and a rainfall was a sure thing to happen. Finally things started moving a bit and it started drizzling as well. They introduced some local signer on stage and he left after singing 1 song. Then came the two expected ones; a man and a lady and till then it was no more drizzling; it was raining. Things continued but people were waiting for Ghulam Ali only. ...

Just trying to test a small post from iPhone ;) So far so good :P Comments Comment by Bal on 2010-04-14 14:26:35 +0530 Acha… te tu dasna c ki tu IPhone lai lya !! Vadhia tareeka…. facebook to lai ke aapne blog takk… harr paase raula paa ditta.. 🙂 Comment by Sidhu on 2010-04-14 14:41:39 +0530 Karna painda a kaka karna painda a 😛 Comment by Raman on 2010-04-14 16:00:44 +0530 its really gud from i phone..but make sure you dont break it ..as i did..:) ...

I was browsing through The Times of India website and came across a link to a video of a performance by Abida Parveen at a recent Aman ki Asha concert. I had already seen this video many times but this time more than the video, a comment caught my attention. Quoting here the same: Roopa, bangalore, says: OMG what a horrible singer with horrible voice.. Somebody without training could sing better then her…. ...

Sent by one of my friend. An amazing poem by Surjit Patar saab. ਮੇਰੀ ਮਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਮੇਰੀ ਲਿਖੀ ਕਵਿਤਾ ਸਮਝ ਨਾ ਆਈ ਭਾਵੇਂ ਮੇਰੀ ਮਾਂ ਬੋਲੀ ਚ ਲਿਖੀ ਹੋਈ ਸੀ ਓਹ ਤਾਂ ਬਸ ਏਨਾ ਸਮਝੀ ਪੁੱਤ ਦੀ ਰੂਹ ਨੂੰ ਦੁਖ ਹੈ ਕੋਈ ਪਰ ਇਸਦਾ ਦੁਖ ਮੇਰੇ ਹੁੰਦਿਆਂ ਆਇਆ ਕਿਥੋਂ ? ਨੀਝ ਲਾ ਕੇ ਦੇਖੀ ਮੇਰੀ ਅਨਪੜ ਮਾਂ ਨੇ ਮੇਰੀ ਕਵਿਤਾ ਦੇਖੋ ਲੋਕੋ ਕੁਖੋਂ ਜਾਏ ਮਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਛੱਡ ਕੇ ਦੁਖ ਕਾਗਤਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਦਸਦੇ ਨੇ ...

Today one of my friend had to go to Greater Noida for an interview. He asked me to accompany him and i did so. We reached Noida by Metro and then the question was to go to Greater Noida. So we took an auto (for Rs 200) for Greater Noida and hoped to reach there in an hour. Oh we did actually, but the address was something like Knowledge Park 4. Everyone knew about Knowledge Park 1,2 and 3 but what the heck was 4 ? So it took us another half an hour to find that location. Anyways finally we were there. And due to all of this additional crap, had to pay 250 Rs to auto wala. After he got freed from there, we had to come back to Delhi; actually Noida first :D. So we came out and starting looking for auto. Oh boy…it was a complete jungle and nothing there really. So we thought about calling a cab. Called almost all radio taxi services but same response “Sir we don’t operate in Greater Noida” :( . Finally we saw an auto (carrying bricks :D) wala and asked him to send some auto if he found one on his way. Man something adventurous here. He asked us to adjust in the same auto itself :D. So somehow we 3 guys adjusted with him and started the journey. He dropped his load on the way and dropped us to Noida after that. ...

In the evening, me and my roommate went out for a round of market and i was telling him this story. Just felt like writing it. It was in Jan or Feb of 2004 and i hadn’t got a job by then. I was doing my final semester 6 months training. 2 of my good friends were in Delhi for the training. One day they came to know about some job opening in some not-really-a-BPO company (yea, something like handling calls about some networking or some similar stuff…not that dishwasher can wash under wears or not types). So they called me in the evening, say 5 PM and asked me to take the night train to Delhi, as the interviews were scheduled for the next day. So it was the time to pack bags and leave for Delhi. I packed the necessary luggage and started getting ready to catch the night train. It was just my 3rd or 4th time in a train. So i was not aware about the reservations thing and different types of tickets. Just knew one thing; ticket to Delhi :D . I reached the railway station well before time, bought one ticket and started waiting for the train. It was just a general compartment ticket so had to board that only. Finally the train arrived and man this general compartment thingie was crowded like anything. But there was no other option available so had to enter somehow. After entering i adjusted myself and the bag i was carrying. It was a long journey (around 6 hours) and it was really difficult to travel in this position. Finaly after 1-2 hours i got a half seat; yea exactly half. So it was little better but still traveling on half seat in the night, that too in such a crowded compartment is no fun, for sure but oh yes…there was no other option. ...

Reunions are a good thing…they take you back across the lanes of old golden days… It was around 2 weeks ago, that I happened to meet a guy from my first company. While we were talking about the old stuff, he told me that they were planning for a reunion of folks who are in NCR these days. Surely, it was a nice idea…chance to meet all the old guys. So it was finalized and and the date was fixed…6th of Feb… ...

A wonderful ghazal sung by Jagjit Singh Zirvi. eh tere pyar de pattar main awein saambh rakhe ne eh tere pyar de pattar jo hun tak saambh rakhe ne na hun eh tumbde mainu na hai ehna ch nigh koi kadi veraan chup raatan ch je kar khol v behna na dil tadpaun hun mera te na hi karan diljoi eh tere pyar de pattar main awein saambh rakhe ne mohabbat v shalaga v hallasheri v ehna wich ate tokan nahore v gile v te dilase v eh apne aap wich dunia c aasha te niraasha di eh madra de pyale san eh san vikhia de kaase v eh tere pyar de pattar main awein saambh rakhe ne ...