वो खत के पुर्जे उडा रहा था

After spending a couple of hours half finishing a couple of drafts, and not being able to complete either, I’ve gone back to my last resort – typing the ghazal while I listened to it, and here it is. At least my blog will show up as “recently updated” in your newsfeed readers. Sorry to disappoint if you were hoping for a long rant (which I’m not sure anyone would). Here is the Ghazal – again by Jagjit from the album Marasim (Gulzar’s lyrics).

वो खत के पुर्जे उडा रहा था

वो खत के पुर्जे उडा रहा था
हवाओं का रूप दिखा रहा था

कुछ और भी हो गया नुमाया
मैं अपना लिखा मिटा रहा था

उसी का इमान बदल गया हे
कभी जो मेरा खुदा रहा था

वो एक दिन एक अजनबी को
मेरी कहानी सुना रहा था

वो उम्र कम कर रहा था मेरी
मैं साल अपने बढा रहा था


…at the start of the week.

Why do people not learn how to send mass email with BCC-ed address?
An additional question would be why do people unnecessarily press “reply all” when they could just press “reply” (to sender only)??

I have been getting “Happy New Year 2065” messages from people I have never heard of before. Nepalis from all over the world, from Kanchanpur to Kalimpong to Kabul to Kansas are wishing me a “great new year”. Its a nice feeling when you receive greetings from people you know, and you can tolerate one or two extra emails even from the people you don’t know. However, when you start getting 5-10 new-year-email every day from people you have never heard of before, and its already more than a week after the new year, it starts to get irritating. Further, I don’t like my email address going around to so many people that I don’t know. It is one of the main reason you start getting spams as well. So please, use BCC to dump addresses of all those people that you want to greet en masse to, so that people reply to your greetings to YOU. Also please avoid hitting “reply all” unnecessarily – some people don’t like getting email from the unknowns!

no sun day

Well, I’m supposed to be finishing up a paper this weekend, but as always in times like this, I seem to find more time to do something else than what I am actually supposed to do. If I let myself, I’ll probably end up posting a few entries (drafts of most are there already, at least in outlines) by the end of the day, BUT I’m not gonna let myself do that. Not until the end of next week. You see, I don’t want to derail my PhD because of weird things I think in shower. So, instead, I’ll put another of my favourite ghazals. I’ve not mentioned this before, but all the ghazals in Devnagari script that I put up here have been typed by myself while listening to them, so any error/typos are my own. I don’t like putting up ghazals in romanised hindi/urdu, which is what you get mostly online. And I don’t have the patience to search those typed in Devnagari, which are far and few between. Anyway, enjoy the ghazal. Again by Jagjit from the album Marasim (Gulzar‘s lyrics).

जिन्दगी यूं हुई बसर तन्हा

जिन्दगी यूं हुई बसर तन्हा
काफिला साथ और सफर तन्हा

अपने साये से चौंक जाते हैं
उम्र गुजरी हे इस कदर तन्हा

रात भर बोलते हें सन्नाटें
रात काटे कोई किधर तन्हा

दिन गुजरता नहीं हे लोगों में
रात होती नहीं बसर तन्हा

हमने दरवाजे तक तो देखा था
फिर न जाने गए किधर तन्हा

Well, I’ll get back to work (Ghazal on the background obviously). I don’t think I need to elaborate on the title of this post other than a brief weather report: a grey cloudy day, and a bit chilly too!

Two songs…

An apt song for a miserable English Sunday!

Saturday Sun by Nick Drake

Saturday sun came early one morning
In a sky so clear and blue
Saturday sun came without warning
So no-one knew what to do.
Saturday sun brought people and faces
That didnt seem much in their day
But when I remember those people and places
They were really too good in their way.
In their way
In their way
Saturday sun wont come and see me today.

Think about stories with reason and rhyme
Circling through your brain.
And think about people in their season and time
Returning again and again
And again
And again
And saturdays sun has turned to sundays rain.

So sunday sat in the saturday sun
And wept for a day gone by.
Continue reading Two songs…