lost tune

Final blow , and there goes the millionth piece .

 PS: Soul churning music , till today .

Subjective : Freedom

I wanted to fly ,
I did,
But within my cage.
So don't  metaphor , flying to freedom.

The question is how big is your cage?
The question is , is it big enough to  fade away the walls?
As there is no world without boundaries.

So how far  you  flew. Were  your cage doors open ?
Or were you a mere  kite ,  even worse , Tied.

-Clueless

Khosla Ka Ghosla

Raw and Grey

                                

Constructing  own house (not flat )is probably the biggest milestone  in a typical middle class family of the 90s (?)  after the obvious milestones like -  Bachey , Bachoan ki padhai , Gaddi , Bachoan ka college , Bachoan ki naukri , Bangla, Bachoan ki shaadi. Order being subjective to circumstances ,  cash net inflow and priorities .

Author being  born in  era under  such a social stature and upbringing is happy  to see smile in Mom’s eyes and pride in Dad's  on discovery of  water,  250 feet below 

Pani ki khoj

Though one still  stuggles with This, suggested to build house at  their roots , no matter which metro they choose to dwell , further.

Roots being a touristy place , home stay options can be tried out later

PS0: Mum has been singing : ek bangla bane nyara

PS1: Author hasn’t been part of the micro progress .Feels good today.

PS2: Though I hate  milestoned life !!

First Step Towards Getting Control Of One’s life

Learn Driving !!

PS: On parallel note  //todo read Shobha De’s Surviving men

Baby I Am Addicted

Current song obsession : Saibo from Shor In The City

Frogee Said

Don't be an emotional fool .Close that door.

Ekla Cholo Re

Long long ago , when author learnt about Tagore's  ekla cholo re , it was nothing more than poem to be remembered for school curriculum .

If they answer not to thy call walk alone,
If they are afraid and cower mutely facing the wall,
O thou unlucky one,
open thy mind and speak out alone.

If they turn away, and desert you when crossing the wilderness,
O thou unlucky one,
trample the thorns under thy tread,
and along the blood-lined track travel alone.

If they do not hold up the light when the night is troubled with storm,
O thou unlucky one,
with the thunder flame of pain ignite thy own heart
and let it burn alone.

- Tagore

Years later , it makes a bit sense . Years down further it might make more sense.

And what inspired me to go back to it was a line , author is unable to extend into a sher . Cause it , in itself is complete . Though have tried building it , but it seems to be conclusive.

"apni apni bheed mein,  har koi akela"




PS: uff ,kuch jyada he build up de diya nai ! simple si toh line hai , duh.