The song I like most!!

ओ सजना बरखा बाहर आई, रस की फुहार लाइ,
अंखियों में प्यार लाई, ओ सजना

तुमको पुकारे मेरे मन का पपीहरा,
मीठी मीठी अग्नि में जले मोरे जियरा...ओ सजना

ऐसे रिमझिम में ओ सजन प्यासे प्यासे मेरे नयन, तेरे ही ख्वाब में खो गए,
सावंली सलोनी घटा जब जब छाए, अंखियों में रैना गई, नींदियां न आये....ओ सजना.


Whenever I think about my favourite songs, this is the first song that comes to my mind. This is from the film PARAKH made in 1960 by Bimal Roy and it is sung by Lata Mangeshkar and music is by my favourite, Salil Choudhary. Though it is not one of Bimal Roy's greatest works, but still considered one of his best. The film became a "semi-hit" at the box office (according to wikepedia). I haven't seen the film but would love to watch it someday.

For a long time I did not see its video...but I liked the composition, lyrics, voice, just everything about this song. This song is beautifully picturised on Sadhna.

One can read about the film on http://www.upperstall.com/films/parakh.html

Shukriya!!!

The path that I have chosen to live is as normal as the water that flows in the river. But then there are different kinds of river - some have beautiful rocks, some fall from stupendous height and then transforms into something so deep, brisk and alive.

Life also takes different turns but the ultimate aim is to live life to the fullest which according to me is living life to one's satisfaction...the question is - am i satisfied?
We never are but when we start thinking about the people around us who have made even a slightest change in our lives, the perspective shifts and satisfaction gradually plunges in. Think about the people or things who were or are around you. The taxi driver who dropped your mother to the hospital when she was expecting you, when you were so eager to see this world. The nurse or midwife who first held you in her hands, the doctor who administered your birth. Your nursery, your high school, your best friend, your best or most favourite teacher, your first and umpteen crushes in the school... those pranks, those stares and looks that tickled every butterfly in the stomach, that tiffin sharing, then college...study...seniors who helped with their guidance, the office clerk who helped with all the paper work, the college canteen, university roads, coffee house...unending cups of tea and coffee.... my first job, first boss...colleagues...then the permanent impacts-parents, brother, sisters, family, friends...now husband.....list is just unending.
When I think about all this I feel truly and eternally blessed, though now when I contemplate and think, certain decisions could have differed. But then I am sure the list would not have been short.
As the days go by, I want to think about each episode in my life and seriously want to thank them just for being there...well, its my way of saying shukriya to the world.

My Favourite Poem

The Road Not Taken (Mountain Interval 1920)


TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;


Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,


And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.


I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost (1874–1963)