Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Defining Fashion

I wrote this poem long back, sharing it again:

Defining Fashion
Let's find out
What is fashion?
I drink and smoke
That's fashion
I drive at 17
That's fashion
I failed to shy
That's fashion again
I was killed for being feminine
That's Fashion
My funeral had Sandalwood
That's fashion
I am a girl in India
That's fashion!

Friday, June 17, 2011

Music - A healer in disguise

In the hustling bustling city of Ghaziabad, I often wonder what keeps people so busy? Is it the work, the family or the friends? With intensive observation, what I found was 'Music'. You take the bus from the terminal or take an auto to Raj Nagar, music in all decibels resides.

You are running after catching a bus and the ear pluggins are still there. Jump, catch and hop, yet, smartly, u manage to make way in the crowd and from many hands, a hand gets you the ticket. You are sweating, you are panting, yet, you are ardently listening to the radio. Nothing keeps you away from it. Thanks to the 24*7 availability of music, no one is interested in other's business today.

On the flip side, women are no less, they make themselves comfortable at a seat and all set to put in the pluggins. In that rythem, it is easier for them to break free from the onlookers, the ailing old man, the yelling baby and the never ending mob. IT professional, Divya Keshav shares, "Once, the ear plugs are fixed, I am out of this world. I least care what is happening around me. It is me and the music and definitely, a relaxation from the regular pressure."

Music in all forms is welcomed in Ghaziabad. What all you can savor yourself with are Bhojpuri versions of popular Hindi film songs and even the parodies in all types. Be it the auto driver taking me home or the regular passenger coming along with me each day in the bus, what keeps us addicted? It is the hidden loneliness in each of us. We are struggling each day and want to just get away from the surrounding. We all know we can't be cowards and have to take the pressure. Let music be the healer when a friend's word doesn't help or mother's pat doesn't work.

So, next time, when you are in Ghaziabad and wondering what makes everybody listen to music then keep in mind that everybody out their are leaders in the making. Before the loneliness or the pressure grabs us, we prefer arming ourselves. Here, we are with Bhojpuri, Chanda CDs, Udit Narayan and more music to keep us engaged and deviated. Keep listening people! Keep listening!

Saturday, June 11, 2011

My tryst with writing a hindi poem


Ek prem katha
Kuch ankahi, kuch adhuri
Shwet Kanha sang khelu holi
Rahin main Radha, saavri saloni
Samay dekhi rahi, 7 baras
Taake rahe toke chori chipe
Saaj kare, singaar kare
Kachu na bhaayo toke
Saade mann, saada rang
Aiso rang daalo mere tan par
Main rangayi rahin na savri saloni
Tohe rangila dekhe
Baawri hui har rang pe
Dekhe rahin daag anek
Daag mohe bhayona
Is jeevan ke daag anek
Kaiso daalun meroprem rang
Tu na rahin more, tu rahin kayi ho or
Rahin diu chor
Kis or jaaye ye Radha
Ek prem katha
Kuch ankahi, kuch adhuri!
Shwet Kanha sang khelu holi
Rahin main Radha, saavri saloni