Romancing the Grass

(This is a repeat blog of 2016 with a changed ending to pay my tribute to Diego Maradona)

It was the summer of '86 and the romance of two men, both a shade over five feet with their names starting with the same initial, half the world separating them, caught my fancy. To be precise, it was 29th June 1986.

Mexico City: It was the World Cup Finals and Argentina was playing Germany. One man was making the tournament his own- Diego Maradona. No one can ever forget the two goals he scored to knock England out of the tournament. The first goal was the ‘Hand of God’ where this short magician out jumped the England keeper Peter Shilton and headed the ball into the back of the net. The television replays showed Maradona had cleverly used his hand rather than his head to score. The next goal, however, which no one can dispute, would rank absolutely among the top Goals of the Century. Picking a ball in his own half, Diego dribbled past five English players before out maneuvering the keeper to score.

New Delhi: It was the MA (Previous) Finals next morning on 30^th June. Seven of the eight papers had got over and, as luck would have it, the last of the exams on American History fell on such a date. Surely the examiners and the illuminati at Delhi University could not see beyond books and cricket.  All the preparations were ready for the Big Night…the Boys Common room was packed. Lines had been drawn between those supporting the European powerhouse Germany and the eternal favorites, after Brazil, the Argentines. No matter which side you were on, all knew this was a one man show…Diego Maradona. My friend M, who was no soccer buff but not one to miss the fun, had his early dinner and was there among the crowd who had gathered there that night.

Mexico City: This tournament, apart from Maradona’s marvel, was the Mexican Wave where the crowds in the stadium would stand and wave their hands in air in batches and would appear like the waves in the sea. This got popularized world over after this tournament. The final was being held at Stadia Azteca where Jose Luis Brown opened the scoring for Argentina in the 23rd minute and it stayed at 1–0 until half-time. It was Argentine brilliance to German resilience and Diego, the danger man, was marked heavily.

New Delhi: The lemon break for the player meant the bio-break for the hostellers as they jostled together and stood in queues to wait for their turn. Most of them were good boys, what else do you expect from the Stephanians. My friend M walked out for some fresh air and went beyond the walls of the college. For those who have seen Delhi University, there is no place greener than this. M landed himself walking near the ridge. It was nearly 2 am and little white flowers had filled the shrubs and many of them were falling to the ground. The match in the other part of the globe would have started and Maradona was scorching the green grass, M was picking tenderly little white flowers from the grass. He soon pulled out his handkerchief and started collecting more and more of the flowers…surely his mind was working on the next step, exactly the way Maradona’s was as to how to break out of the tight man-to-man marking Germans, who had planned to pin him down.

Mexico City: After the break, Jorge Valdano doubled Argentina's lead 10 minutes into the second half. Karl Heinz Rummenigge pulled a goal back in the 74th minute for West Germany and then equalized in the 80th minute through Rudi Voller. You just can’t keep the Germans down. Diego Maradona was heavily marked the entire game but managed a superb pass to Jorge Burruchaga in the 84th minute who went on to score and that allowed Argentina to regain the lead at 3–2. That is how it remained till the 90^th minute and the world erupted in celebrations of blue and white.

New Delhi: M had by now collected flowers everywhere…handkerchief, shirt and trouser pockets and hands and, as he entered the  hostel gate, he saw a lot of his mates coming out shouting and celebrating in their own way. M’s heart was pounding and was full of joy. He sneaked into his room and shut the door. As he poured the flowers on to his bed, Maradona was lifting the World Cup…the joys for both men were quite alike. The only difference was that while in Mexico the work was done and dusted, at Delhi the game had just begun. From his cupboard, he brought out the emergency box and out came the needle and thread. Slowly first and then picking up pace, M weaved a big garland out of the flowers. He held the garland admiringly in his outstretched hands and then brought it close to his nose to smell the fragrance…..smmmmm ahhhhh…simply divine! As he closed his eyes enjoying the moment, he was visualizing the Beautiful One in his heart.

As Maradona started his victory lap at Azteca Stadium, M started his journey to Pandara Road where the Beautiful One lived. Dot at 6 am, M reached her house, which was at the heart of Delhi, where the top civil servants stayed. M never knew the meaning of the word fear and pressed the bell..zzzzzzz. As they say fortune smiles on the brave, not the father or mother but it was the Beautiful One, hoping to see the newspaper boy dropping the paper early morning, who opened the door. And what she saw was M standing there, smiling. He put his hand forward and put the flowery garland in her hands. The girl smiled and took the garland to enjoy the soft beautiful fragrance. M turned around as he heard her say, “Thank You”.

30^th June 1986: M along with all other DU students gathered in the large halls to appear for the American History Examination. All looked weary, tired and red eyed…after all none of them had slept for over an hour or two after the match and the celebrations that followed. More importantly, like all students, they studied generally on the night before the exam but this time it was different for last night they had a much more important thing to do. As they settled down on the benches, the examination question paper was distributed. Suddenly, there was uproar in the hall. Someone shouted, “Yeh question paper out of syllabus hain….Walk Out!” Possibly, this was what all wanted to hear and everyone, even before reading the question paper, started shouting…Walk Out…Walk Out!! The news spread like wildfire, even without Whatsapp in those days, and students in the South Campus of DU also walked out and did not give the exam. The Mexican Wave had caught on far too quickly in the backyards of Delhi University.

Pacchees Saal Baad: M continues his love affair with nature, enjoying the earth in all its beauty….moving around on his bicycle from Kanyakumari to Khardungla, from Sonpur Mela to the Ghats of Varanasi. If ever you hear someone singing an old Bhojpuri folk song on a DTC bus, it may be M sitting somewhere. Maradona, on the other hand, achieved many a trophy in the national colours and took his club Napoli from obscurity to global fame. In 2000, FIFA declared Maradona along with Pele as the Greatest Footballers of the Twentieth Century. Unfortunately, the fame on the field led to a reckless life off it. The halo of the football field had given way to the grass smoke rings. And when the fateful day arrived on 25th November ‘20, the world mourned the passing of a true legend who had made the game so beautiful. Zico, another Brazilian great, said of him, “The best of the lot, no doubt about it. I saw Maradona do things that God himself would doubt were possible.” And so when he finally met the Creator himself up there, God would have told him, “It was your hand that touched and scored the goal but you were my chosen one on that day.”

And when King M meets Queen M up there, surely they would rock the universe singing….

 

We are the Champions, my friends

And we’ll keep fighting till the end

We are the Champions

We are the Champions

No time for losers

‘Cause we are the Champions

Of the World

Ciao Diego! There will never be another you.

SS

Ek Doctor ki Maut

Trrring…. Trrring.

Oh God…it is 3.00am and the intercom is ringing at this unearthly hour.

Hello, security, who’s there now and bloody well don’t you tell me it is a false ring or I shall kill you tonight.

Nahin sahib, some delivery person has come. The slip in his hand shows your name and address.

Ok, then you let him come up. I never ordered anything. Maybe my mother would have sent something again.

Ting… Tong

As our man opens the door, he sees before him a man in a perfect black track suit and matching sneakers. He had a tab in his hand and on his shoulder was a bag….a huge bag.

What’s for delivery?

This is not for delivery Sir. This is a reverse delivery call or, simply put, a return call.

But I have not bought anything online and have nothing to return.

No Sir, I am here to take you back.

Back to the hospital from where I just returned after thirty six non-stop hours doing surgeries? Na…I am not going anywhere.

Sir, if you don’t mind, I would like to come inside and explain to you in detail.

Ok, come in.

The delivery man walked in and went towards what looked like a sofa set but seemed covered with journals and hardly any place to sit, but he somehow managed to shift some dusty papers and sat down. The table in front was full of free samples…all dusty and in original packing. He opened up the tab, pressed some keys and spoke reading from the screen.

Is your name Dr. Ashutosh Mane and your date of birth 29^th February 1988?

Yes, that’s correct.

Now look here straight on the screen and it will do a facial recognition.

The matching was perfect.

So here you are, tonight is the date of your expiry and I have come to take you back.

Whaaat! How can that be possible? Why should I believe you and this silly tab of yours?

Sir, let me explain. We used to earlier keep manual tab of everything up there and it worked reasonably fine with some problems here and there and no one complained except someone called Savitri who was able to save her husband from taking his last journey. About nine years ago we decided to automate the whole set of records and a guy called Steve, who did odd jobs  on earth like growing apples, helped us create this wonderful application called YamyApp. Hope you know who Yam is? This never makes a mistake and some of us, the pick-up people, are sent the schedules and details of pick-up and then we do the rest.

The doctor felt the earth slipping from underneath his feet and he almost collapsed on the chair next to him. How can this be true?

Why me? I am just a thirty-two year old pediatric cardiac surgeon who has just started working in Safdarjung Hospital after twelve long years of studies. Why me? I have so much to see, so much more to do.

Unfortunately, I do not have any discretion about changing dates. I would suggest you go back to your bed and sleep and leave the rest to me. I shall make it as less painful as can be.

Wait! You cannot do this to me. I need some time for sure. Give me three extra days please.

Why three days?

Tomorrow I have three surgeries lined up. If I fail to turn up, the kids will not survive. I am sure you can check your YamyApp for the names of three kids whether they are in your list for tomorrow. Here are their names…….

The doctor gave the details of the kids by checking his hospital’s official SafHapp on the mobile.

Hmmm…no, these names are not there for tomorrow’s pick-up. Are you sure if you do not go, there will not be another doctor to do these surgeries tomorrow?

I am very sure because the other surgeon is down with Covid-19 and is in quarantine and will return in a couple of days. Each of these kids is in a critical state and any delay will be fatal. Tomorrow’s surgeries just cannot wait.

Ok then. I can give you one day and shall return tomorrow night. Do not give me any excuses then. I am a busy man and my incentives are based on the number of pick-ups I can do in a month. It is just like any salesman’s work…pick-up and drop, pick-up and drop…the more the merrier.

Sir, I will need two more days.

Anyway why do you think I will give you another two days? Don’t tell me you have some more surgeries lined up in the next two days as well. You told me a minute ago that the other surgeon will be back. So, then there will be no more extra time on earth for you. One day is all I can allow and no more.

You have to ask your Big Boss for two extra days for me and I will tell you why.

It is not for me to ask why, all I do is to pick up those who die….No, please do not put me in a fix. My Boss is a very strict disciplinarian and expects us not to get emotional. That can be fatal for our work, just like a doctor who should never fall in love with his patient…..I still remember the movie Munna Bhai MBBS where the Dean of Medical College and Hospital tells the new medical students that his hands always stay stable and never waver. There can be no emotional attachment to patients…same is with our job. Our tag line is-Swoop Pick and Go.

Sir, I completed my schooling in 2008. Since then I spent five and a half years studying MBBS, followed by one year of rural posting to serve my bond. Then I did my specialization in surgery for next three years and after that another three years in super specialization. When all my school mates were enjoying themselves in colleges and started earning big salaries, I was working non-stop for days together in a government hospital without any holidays. When my friends were having rave parties and hanging around with girls having fun, photographs of which they would later post on FB, I was collecting blood samples or changing catheters or doing night shifts in the Emergency. There have been nights when I never got a wink’s sleep and at times when the body could hold no more, I would just collapse and fall into a bed from which a patient had just been shifted out. In all these twelve years, I have not had a holiday, never experienced life. I need the next two days from you.

Oh, so now you want me to organize a party for you like Sanju Baba and a pretty chick in red skimpy clothes singing for you…Dekh ley…aankhon mein aakhen daal…dekh le…You are asking for too much Doctor.

Please do not make light of my pain. I need two more days of living. On the first day, I will fly for a one day-night trip to Paris. All my life I have wanted to see the city of Louvre, Moulin Rouge and Eiffel Tower. My passport is unstamped till date and you will have to help me not only get the visa stamped overnight but also get me the business class tickets. You have earned enough incentives and surely you can ask the maker of the YamyApp for some stock options and you will never be short on funds. Oh, how I long for that walk down the river front and see myself face to face with Mona Lisa.

On the second and last day, I want to go back to my parent’s house in Nagpur where I shall call all my friends from school and college for a night bash. There will be great food and unlimited drinks. I will even get the best of grass and smoke it and feel high….I have never done it so far…I am sure it must truly feel out of this world before bowing out of this world. My friends will all come and surely it will be a great night for all of us and by the time all my friends leave the party, you can come around 3.00am and I will happily jump into your backpack without complaining. Just Swoop Pick and Go!

Just then the doctor played a song on his mobile he had got a night before as a forward…

Saari umar hum, mar maar ke ji liye,

Ek pal toh ab humein jeene do, jeene do.

Give me some sunshine, give me some rain

Give me another chance, I wanna grow up once again.

The delivery man got up and walked towards Dr. Mane who stood up. The man from outer space hugged the doctor and said, “All my life I have never missed a pick-up but today I will take on the wrath of my Boss. You definitely need to live. You are needed here.”

The delivery man opened his YamyApp one last time and against Dr. Ashutosh Mane put a remark, Item Expired 1^st July 2008…..the day he joined MBBS course.

SS

(Picture source: The Guardian)

Billu

Every Sunday morning, for the last few months, I would see him stand there next to his shop. He would always give me a knowing and a welcoming smile. Since the time lockdown had been enforced, his shop had its shutter down and a big lock hanging outside. My hair kept growing by the day and a couple of attempts by my wife to level the grass sprouting from behind the ears, growing wildly from behind and flying everywhere as the wind blew on a shampoo day, met with little success. My lady loves her Amazon escapades and told me about the numerous trimmers available online including the one being used by Indian Cricket Team Captain Virat Kohli. But I brushed aside her requests saying, “I shall not buy anything that will put my man, who has served me so well for over fifteen years, out of work. He is there waiting for the day when things will normalize and his shop will re-open and I am also waiting for the day when I shall sit on the high chair like a monarch wrapped in a cover with SRK printed on it, looking at myself in the huge mirror in front while my hair was getting clipped neatly.”

One day Billu took the courage to say,” Sir, please get a piece of cloth from home. We can enter the shop from the rear entrance and I shall cut your hair. A lot of people are doing it and there is nothing to worry.” I smiled back at him and wondered at the Indian jugaad at practice in my backyard. The good Citizen Kane in me said, “No, not now. We have waited long enough and I am sure things will get better soon and then when officially your shop opens, I shall surely come. Till then I shall keep growing my hair.” But before leaving, I put a Rs 500 currency note in his hand and told him this would be my advance payment for the first hair cut soon. Billu smiled and put the money in his front shirt pocket.

Another couple of months passed and the government officially allowed barber shops to be opened. I was looking forward to the day for now I had started looking like Edgar Rice Burroughs’ hero swinging from the vines in the jungles of Africa crying out aloud…Kreeegah Tarzan Bundolo…I was told that personal hygiene was the most important thing in times of the pandemic so I should consider going to a Cutz and Curlz or Mr.Khan’s exquisite salon where the people styling your hair would be in PPE kits and you may be rinsed in sanitizers and disinfectants. “No! No means No.” Just the way Bachchan said in Pink. I shall go to my old faithful Anupam Hair Dressar” Yes, the spelling on the shop’s board outside is phonetically correct and I quite like it. So armed with an old bed sheet under my armpit, a mask on my face and a pair of gloves covering my hands, off I went to the Billu’s small simple shop on SV Road.

As I opened the door, Billu asked me to wait as one customer was being attended to. After hanging out for some time, I was ushered in. “Saab, pehle naashta kar loon? (Sir, shall I eat my breakfast first?), he asked. “Yes, of course.” I sat down in one corner as Billu took out a small packet of ParleG biscuits and ate them one by one with a small glass of water by his side. Wondered if this is all our man has for breakfast? He then washed his hands well, put on a fresh pair of gloves and asked me to take to the elevated throne. Billu took out his tools…scissors, trimmer, combs and blade on which he sprayed a round of sanitizer and got to work. He wrapped my bed sheet around me well, positioned my head straight and sprayed my head with a sprinkle of water from a small sprayer… this first portion of hair cut was always enjoyable to me….the cool water possibly calmed the nerves of the person waiting for the head to be chopped off on the guillotine table.

I started flipping through a year old edition of Filmfare and Billu got busy with his work. His hands started working like a skilled craftsman  and while working on my head he started talking…”Yeh Kaliyug hai Saab. This is the effect of the Kaliyug or the Age of Kali or the age of discord, dissent, strife and all things bad. Whatever is happening to this world is all because of this people’s greed and materialism and all things evil.”

I looked at him with surprise. This was a new theory to me about the rise and spread of Covid.

Billu continued to explain. “Sir, just see the elders would tell us about the Kaliyug and asked us to beware of such times. They said, adharma will prevail, people will be fighting against each other, sin will increase exponentially, people will be addicted to drugs and drinks, people will act as if they are gods, fake ideologies would spread and many diseases will take control.”

Hmmm….there was no doubt much truth in Billu’s theory.

As Billu moved from cutting the hair at the back of my head to the front, he went on talking. “Saab ek kahani sunata hoon (Sir, I will tell you a story). There were ten people walking through a dense forest. Suddenly the weather became bad and there was lightning flashing dangerously close to the people. The folks got together and came to the conclusion that one among them was cursed and because of him they were all suffering. To find out who this person was, they would ask each one of them to stand next to a tree and if the lightning were to strike on the person there, he alone would perish and others would survive. One by one nine of them stood but the lightning fell elsewhere and they were all relieved. The tenth man was mortified and reluctantly went up and stood next to the tree waiting for the lightning to strike which did so with loud noise and illumination nearby. The tenth man near the tree survived but the other nine standing at a distance waiting to see his fate all perished as the lightning had fallen on them instead.”

“This is truly Kaliyug Saab and cleansing of the sullied and villainous earth is happening now. Only a few good people will survive. Maybe, just one in ten.”

By now Billu had done with my hair and was giving me a quick complimentary Champi or a head massage. He knew I enjoyed this part of my monthly sittings and often I would ask him to give me an oil massage, but it was not to be this day. My man had got me into thinking beyond the search for vaccine and economic recession. What Billu said made sense even though difficult to prove scientifically but science anyway seemed to have failed for now in bringing down the growth of this cursed illness. To divert my attention, I asked him about his family and how he had made it through the tough times.

“Sir, in the initial few months, it was manageable with the little savings I had done but as the lockdown went on, it became more and more difficult. But thanks to a few old time customers who gave me ration and some money, I could survive.  Now things are getting better but even on weekends we get half the customers we used to before the pandemic. Seems many people have taken to doing it themselves, some have taken to the Urban Clap way of home service and the more affluent have moved to the stylish expensive salons. My wife does not have any work now and my daughter of eight years is off her school and books all this time. Praying and hoping for things to get better.”

Billu’s usual hair cutting charges were hundred rupees to which I usually added another twenty for his good services. So today before leaving home, I carried a hundred and three tenners in my pocket for him apart from a couple of five hundred rupee note for the next door grocery shop where I needed to pick up some other things. After hearing the man’s story, I dipped into my pocket and pulled out everything there and put it in Billu’s outstretched palm….”Happy Diwali….Beti aur biwi ko mithai khila dena”….and walked out without waiting to see his reaction.

Kaliyug must end and we can all play a part in its demise with very tiny deeds of kindness and love.

SS

Singing Words of Wisdom

 

When I find myself in times of trouble, 

Mother Mary comes to me 

Speaking words of wisdom , let it be

And in my hour of darkness,

She is standing right in front of me

Speaking words of wisdom , let it be

Paul McCartney wrote these immortal lines in the sixties in praise for his mother whose name happened to be Mary. He sought answer in his mother’s gospel truth of ‘let it be’ when things were not going right for him and his band. You and I are no different from Paul and have had our share of times of trouble. 

These are times when you wake up in the middle of the night and watch the ceiling fan go round and round and then a streak of moonlight touches the blades giving it a look of Jedi’s Lightsaber in Star Wars; these are times when you are thinking about a million things as the Mumbai local passes swiftly by from one station to another and you miss getting off at the destination; these are times when some quintessential questions of fear, failure, fatigue, futility and frustration creep into your mind.

 Question of Wonder: What is the mystery of life? Why are we chasing dreams?

Question of Failure: Should I give up and end the misery or get up and fight?

Question of Shame: What will people say? How will I face them?

Question of Life: How should I live life? Be concerned about everything or take it as it comes?

Question of Supernatural Help: Believer or not, it doesn’t matter. Need help? Go to Him.

These are the times when a line or two of a song from the past makes a comeback….touches the right chords in your mind and heart….you sing it silently to yourself……and you get a feeling of being uplifted as the words resonate with your inner feelings and give you the answers you seek..…these are the words of wisdom that bring a smile back to the face.

Here’s my selection of such songs in ‘times of trouble’ and ‘hour of darkness’. I am unable to give credit for these inspirational songs to the lyricist alone, for no doubt words matter, but had the music director not set the right tone or the singer sung with the rightful emotion and then the directors of the movies picturized them.….all put together made magic happen on the screen through these songs.

The first song is from the movie Anand, lyrics by Yogesh, music by Salil Choudhury and sung by Manna Dey, and one that will surely be there in the list for almost all the readers. It tells me about the uncertainty of life which has its fair share of laughter and tears. All our lives we chase dreams and then all of a sudden everything draws to a close and you realize the futility of it all. Man proposes, God disposes…all the best laid plans simply go awry in a flash and life changes forever.

Zindagi, kaisi hai paheli haye

Kabhi toh hansaye, kabhi ye rulaaye

Kabhi dekho man nahin jaage

Peeche peeche sapnon ke bhaage

Ik din sapnon ka raahi

Chala jaye sapnon se aagey kahan

The second song is one which tells me to never give up and keep following you dreams. There will be obstacles in your way, failures will pull you back but as long as you keep trying, nothing can stop you. Songs like these inspire you to wake up early and make you wear your running shoes and hit the road again to run faster and longer. This song, called the Test of Life, is from the movie Imtihan, sung by Kishore Kumar, Music by Laxmikant Pyarelal and lyrics by Majrooh Sultanpuri

Ruk jaana nahin, tu kabhi haar ke

Kaaton pe chalke, Milenge saaye bahaar ke

Saathi na karvan hai, yeh tera imtihaanhai

Yoon hi chala chal, Dil ke sahare

Karti hai manzil, Tujhko ishare

Dekh kahin koi rok nahin le, Tujhko pukaar ke

O rahi, O rahi

While we may put up a brave front by saying, “I care a damn about what others think” but deep inside we do worry how others will perceive our actions, interpret our words and we keep constantly seek the approval of people.  How often such thoughts prevent us from following our hearts and a million dreams must have been crushed beneath the stamping feet of a world suspicious and hateful of your success. No song can be better than the one sung by Kishore in the movie Amar Prem with lyrics by Anand Bakshi and music of Pancham da.

Kuchh toh log kahengey,

Longon ka kaam hai kehna

Chodo bekaar ki  baton mein,

Kahin beet na jaaye raina.

There is one line in the song which to me is the most powerful of all…telling me that even the most honest and pious of all souls was put to shame and had had to pass the test by fire to prove her innocence. Would it not feel good if you could show your middle finger to the nay sayers; and those who made fun of you.

 Tu kawn hai, tera naam hai kya,

Sita bhi yahan badnaam huyi

This fourth song is a perpetual common favourite of my better half as well. We have both used the lines many a times as life’s perfect philosophy on WhatsApp status. This is what I would call the cool, cool song and the best way to accept life in all its glory and failures. Accepting life and not constantly fighting to change it is possibly the way to live. The picturization is also one of the best…a fauji Dev Anand smoking a cigarette and singing the immortal lines penned by none other than Sahir Ludhiyanvi, with the music of Jaidev and the soft lilting voice of Rafi Saab takes this song to a cult status.

Main zindagi ka saath nibhata chala gaya

Har fikr ko dhuyein mein udata chala gaya

While every word, every verse of the song is worth repeating over and over again but I shall share two more lines that make this song so special. We all have to face tragedies and failures but the way to treat such situations is to accept both the good and the bad similarly and move on. So don’t worry, be happy.

Gham aur khushi mein fark na mehsoos ho jahan

Main dilko us makaam pe laata chala gaya

Har fikr ko dhuyein mein udata chala gaya

Finally, in all this anxiety and tough times, don’t you wish you got control of yourself and don’t end up doing something foolish for which you regret later. You often seek the blessings of the Good Lord to calm your nerves and help to stay on the right path. And one such song is from the movie Guddi, lyrics penned by Gulzar, music by Vasant Desai and sung beautifully by Vani Jairam as if the Supreme Being cannot but help listening to your prayers.

Humko man ki shakti dena, man vijay karein

Doosron ki jai se pehle, khud ko jai kareein

The key lines which brings out the essence of the song which says that you need to win over yourselves before seeking victory over others.

Bhed bhaav apne dil se saaf kar sakein

Doston se bhool ho toh maaf kar sakein

Jhooth se bache rahein, sach ka dum bharein

Mushkilein padein toh hum par itna karm kar

Saath dein dharm ka, chalein to dharm par

Khud pe hausla pe rahe, badi se na darein

Last Word: Paul isn’t alone in seeking his mother in hour of darkness. We all crave for our mothers, their love, their care and everything good, long after they are gone. Mothers will always be there for you. They are the only ones who never judge you despite disciplining you all their lives. Here’s my Mother Mary song.…

Tu jahan jahaan chalega, Mera saya saath hoga

Kabhi mujhko yaad karke, Jo bahengey tere aansu,

Toh vahin pe rok lengey, Unhe aake mere aansu,

Tu agar udaas hog toh, Udaas hoongi mai  bhi,

Nazar aaun ya na aaaun, Tere paas hoongi mai bhi.

I am sure you too have your uplifting music playlist where you seek your words of wisdom in times of trouble. Would love to know how many songs of my list, also find a place in yours.

SS