Musical Series: Aap Ki Nazron Ne Samajha.

A revisit, A revamp; And the musical journey continues.

Aapki Nazron ne Samjha ~ Singer: Latha Mangeshkar; Movie: Anpadh (1962); Language:Hindi.

The song has some wonderful wordings which emphasize on the purity of love, therefore rendering a translation to the song has become a lot more difficult. Hoping to strike the cord with the lyrics, which had spellbound me into a mist of romance, with a few add-ons from my side; the translation goes something like this..

Your eyes have understood me as worthy of your love, my heart tries to wane away as it has found it’s destiny which has always been you. Every glance of mine towards you has that thanking decor for accepting me for who I am. The smile of acceptance, the sigh of shyness and giggle of expectation has made my heart skip a beat in turn. The violins have been on a continuous play ever since, and the happiness has only increased. I ask my heart to go to rest as I have found you and you have found me. 

Newer version of the song is worth listening, though the older version is priceless. Attaching a link for the newer version.

http://www.gaana.com/album/aap-ki-nazron-ne-samjha-hindi

“Music is what feelings sound like” – Anonymous!

Maria’h Diaries – The Nature’s Fury.

City of Maria’h 

21st September 2021

Drops of previous shower had stayed back on the leaves with the clouds staying on their agreed location and thereby not allowing the great sun to rise through. Darker the clouds became, intense the sound had become; a thunder after thunder rattled the roofs. But the dew which had settled in wasn’t because of this, not even remotely connected to this. The nature was saddened by the grief of a middle-aged man whose tears haven’t dried up either and have stayed put. The wind seemed to have come to a standstill, and the darkening of the cloud provided a shadow over the man like a protective mother.  And the clouds clashed again to see thunder resonate with grief. 

One sudden day when things were thought to have been stabilizing, a small lightning had wrecked a house and killed all the people inside. Wreckage wasn’t restricted to only the people but also a person who had arrived a day later to see his fate crumble to dust. He had lost his everything, his daughter, his wife; the only persons who he really cared about and lived for.  

Holding a doll in his hand which he had promised his daughter to get from the town, he just couldn’t raise his head to look above and even curse the Gods who had done this to him. He wept till the time he lost his consciousness and kissed the ground to take him to heaven, to be reunited with his family. But the ground wasn’t strong to send him there, so they decided to march him as a soldier of their own. The person rose from the ground after a few hours, to cry some more and fall down again. Finally, he stood his ground to realize that the reason behind the anomalies wasn’t the nature but the man himself. And the soldier which the nature dreamt of and had been weeping for, had started to take his baby steps in the direction to save them from further humiliation.

Afternote: The conditions of the place wasn’t like this always, however the climate was deteriorating with the rising pollution which had already reached the threshold levels. But the process of deterioration got its impetus from the series of nuclear tests that were conducted a few years ago. The misery, which was thought to have ended with the test, had only aggravated with time as they had to get ready to face one of the worst furies of nature that the mankind had ever seen.

The Ruffling of a Wind.

The winds in my head, sometime they reign strong while sometimes act as if they never existed. Ruffling the concentrating brain, breaking the tired hope, dictating its terms to my senses. Biasing every view i see, steering away the purity and making the brain dip continuously in the unholy waters of embarrassment. The winds carry the moments of despair once faced or the possible future situation which are likely to affect, bringing a screen of sadness and enveloping the entire mood into it.

What shall i do? shall i be left conquered? shall i move or watch with silence as the winds destroy every castle of my dream? What shall i do?

Watching oneself get bloody, though the ooze is not visible but only felt, then pleading with the wind to spare the most desired castle of yours. Crying your hearts out, but the sense of helplessness sinking in; Tears slowly start disappearing and madness starts to follow. The castle of my dream, my possible destiny, can i let it be destroyed. It’s as if you lift the weapon to fight for your last breathe of freedom and happiness. The blood has oozed so much, that you fail to notice it anymore while the sight remains fixed on the half destroyed castle as if there is nothing more to live about. You start running towards the possible doom, the powerful wind, which might destroy you but believe me there is nothing left to be destroyed. As you start your sprint, the air starts flowing behind you, an anti wind. Closing in on the distance, there is a slow and steady flight into air, the anti wind had become like the magic carpet of our dreams.

The anti wind becomes a speeding razor, cutting across the wind and clearing the dark clouds around. As we lay our eyes on the destroyed castle, there is a new wind ruffling your ears now, ” We can make a new one, master”.

Inspiration behind the post: “Once you leave away all the ones which weigh you down, your start feeling your wings and the flight to destiny becomes just a matter of time”.