Qissay Kuch Puranay...

hmmmm....nothing creative or worth reading pops outta me these days...

Honestly, I am generally a happy (ThankYou GOD!) person, and positive too... But being such in no way thwarts my passion for sad songs...and of recent I have been mentioning loads of them in my posts...just didn’t want people reading my blog to get weird ideas regarding serious depression, psychotherapy, and the likes thereof! =) I’m perfectly fine thank u, dealing with life as it comes. My music preferences depend obviously wholly on my mood, but I generally lean more towards songs with better lyrics rather than a great beat /melody (dholkis/ dance music is another case altogether). And yes, it is kind of like my sanatorium, where I don’t need to be positive all the time and find the silver lining…but allow myself to succumb to the obscure forces of the fissure that allows in all that is melancholy, hope, regret, sadness and insignificance even if it is for just an inconsequential stint. As strange as it may sound it helps me keep it out of me the rest of the time, and keeps me sane and in high spirits the rest of the time!

I’m listening to this right now.

Yaad hai…
Woh pehli mulaaqatein yaad hai

Yaad hai, mujhay…
teri har aik baat yaad hai…

woh mehki raatein…
saari sooghatein…

Bhegi meri aankhon say…
Ansoon beh chukkay

Qissay kuch puranay mil gayay..
Rownay kay bahanay mil gayay

Qissay Kuch Puranay Mil Gayay…

"Welcome back" said the Sandstorm!

hmm..i wanted to write...cant abhi.
will as soon as i can.
Today college reopened after summer.
I smell a post regarding sea, karachi...hmmm college....hmmm or something like that
=)

I owe sum reply to comments im sure,since i can see new ones, I cant read them abhi...life in jet mode once again.

hum bhool gayay ray...

Hum bhool gayay ray har baat
Magar tera pyar naheen bhoolay

kya kya howa dil kay saath
magar tera pyar naheen bhoolay

hum bhool gayay ray har baat
magar tera pyar naheen bhoolay.


It's just a song, nice song.

Humaray Raastay (Yaadein)

Like I said before, I have tried my hand at Urdu poetry very few times. I am hardly ever satisfied with what I write, but more so with such poetry because I feel like its a pseudo voice, it doesn’t sound like my own. However, often when I read it after sometime it generates a decent amount of laughter. And at times that is exactly what is needed. Just the right amount of dry humor and an ability to laugh at your own self can at times turn moments that were excruciatingly painful and taxing into something that can be said to have made you stronger and allow you to smile, even laugh at times on the nonsensicality of your own efforts and writing ability. It may sound twisted, but even the sad smile it squeezes out of you is worth it. =) .

Wrote this in 1999. Reading it now made me realize that was the time I had been listening to too much of Jagjit Singh and stuff like “Tum Yaad Aayay”. I distinctly remember the last line “shaid kabhi, shaid kaheen” bit being taken from one of Javed Akhtar’s monologues before a song in the same album. However, fits life as I know it today. Personally, I like the other one better;
“Bhula Na Payein Gay” http://expressome.blogspot.com/2005/05/bhula-na-payaingay.html

But here goes;


Yaad tu kabhi aati he hogi
Humari tarhaan unhain bhi satati hogi

Kya howa agar har rishta toot gaya…
Koi waqt naheen kay daman choot gaya

Humari yaadein kabhi kabhi…
Unn ko satati he hoon gi

Guzrtay loggon mein shaid hum ko bhi…
Aankh uttha kar dhoondtay hoon kabhi.

Sabh kehtay hain bhool jao who din…
Hum sochtay hain woh aayain gay he,

Jo vaaday kiyay thay woh nibhain gay…
Phir kabhi na taur kay jayain gay

Hum nay tu aik rishta jorra unn say…
Unhoon nay har naata tora hum say

Yeh waqt bhi shaid guzar he jayay ga…
Magar darr hai apnay nishan choor jayay ga

Shaid Kabhi…Shaid Kaheen…
Humaray Raastay Phir Milain Gay He…

Kehnay lagga, jo ho so ho.

The first time I have tuned in to a local radio channel in my room, that too at midnight.

And this is what I hear....Abida Parveen. damn it.
You adore her songs.

I cant help but think about how amazing your own voice is, and how many apprehensions you have regarding it.

You are a natural.

You sing like you talk, but you are never ready to believe it.


Been ages since u "carelessly strummed" your guitar and sang.

Sing, once again...sing about belief. sing like no ones listening. sing once again like it's "just" me listening and you are slightly insecure about your voice, the rhythm and the bass, and how you cant carry the tune, while I reassure you its better than the person who sung it in the first place.

Damn it, why couldn't We, or atleast I, see where this was heading. My friend, you mean a hell of a lot more than you should.

Damn it.....(WHAT Crap ?!!! it wasnt worth reading anyway. ).......

Please dont say I imagined it all, please don't rob me of this absolute perfect memory I have of what was once reality to me.

The knot is back there in the throat, right in the center...where it hurts the most.

Foolish Games, Thoughtless Words

A friend read out the lyrics of this song to me. I instantly fell in love with it. Stinging, painful,heart retching, just because they hit the exact mark, down to the details of the specific art period. It's ok if you don't know what Im talking about. Just enjoy it for what it is, leave the painful bit for me.

Foolish Games
You took your coat off and stood in the rain
You were always crazy like that
I watched from my window
Always felt I was outside looking in on you
You were always the mysterious one with dark eyes and careless hair
You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care
Then you stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
Besides some comment on the weather
Well in case you failed to notice, in case you failed to see
This is my heart bleeding before you, this is me down on my knees
These foolish games are tearing me apart
Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart
You're breaking my heart
You were always brilliant in morning
Smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee
Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you
You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones
As I clumsily strummed my guitar
You'd teach me of honest things
Things that were daring, things that were clean
Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean
So I hid my soiled hands behind my back
Somewhere along the line I must've gone off track with you
Excuse me, think I've mistaken you for somebody else
Somebody who gave a damn, somebody more like myself
These foolish games are tearing me apart
You're tearing me, tearing me, tearing me apart
Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart
You're breaking my heart
You took off your coat and stood in the rain
You were always crazy like that

Lyrics and song by Jewel
Album: Pieces of You

Bridge it...

I just read an article in SkyLife magazine about bridges. Flipping, tossing, and turning in my head are so many ponderings that they can’t help but get tangled and jumbled up with each other. I know I am going to churn out a very lame and bullshit post right now, but I really need to get this out.
I’ll start by quoting a passage from the article :
“ Bridges join two opposite shores. Some are suspended from steel cables, others are built of concrete, some are built of branches tied together, others no more than a tree trunk spanning the water. Some are called “suspension bridges”, others “stone bridges”. But whatever it is made up of, a bridge always signifies a coming together.”
( Akgun Akova. “Reaching the Other Side”)

It is said that bridges signify a coming together, a joining of two opposite shores. So when we say “I am trying to bridge the distance” what we actually mean is that I am attempting to forgo whatever it was that was adding to the river of grudges flowing with full force, overlooking the hurt and pain factor and trying with a clear conscience and a clean heart to build something over it that will help cross troubled waters and will be sturdy enough to withstand all that it may need to. Its not an easy task, building a bridge takes a lot and not just in the physical sense but in all senses of abstraction. The stronger it is to be made the stronger the effort required to make it. You put in all you’ve got, you work so hard it hurts and then someone just casually comes around and says “........”
And that is when you break. But then you try to knock some sense into their head and you tell them that if a standing bridge collapses, and when you rebuild another to replace it you are aware of where the water runs deep and dark and may end up flowing once again over the bridge and ruining it so you build it with better awareness and understanding of the calamities that might afflict it. You build it stronger than before, making sure you work extra hard on the foundation so that it can withstand anything and everything.
Yes indeed, bridges are meant to connect, to bring together and join two opposite shores.

Away...

Away for sometime but missed routine so I needed to check this place out. I owe alot of replies and Thankyous to many, will get to them as soon as I can.
Meanwhile; Thank u tree elf for the help dont get to log on tehse days but will try out your set of instructions thank u very much for the detailed help.
chiquita yes I agree....there is a way out
trying to find just teh right one the one that causes the least bit of harm.
damn im trying to figure out where the damn punctuation marks are on this godforsaken keyboard always hated tehse foreign things too used to my own.
no commas! hahah surprising for me...huh?!
Beknighted I owe u a detailed reply.
just for the record...only cuz its bothering me more than it shud...i need to say it...dont have an ex. yes i no ulll be saying the woman is crazy but i seriously dont. trust me teh details will interest u the most so i will get down to them sooon enough.......
this is hardly a post but just needed to communicate with this world...the world of fellow bloggers...withdrawl symptoms thay damn it equal to sign naheen ban raha.....trying soo damn hard! ok i meant to put a smiley back there.... heres half of it. (99 WAT THE HELL HAVE I DONE...ab bracket bhi naheen ban raha!
= ) YAY got both!!!!!!!!!!!
=) hahahhahahah