of stubborn exits

This afternoon, amidst all the maddening activity my head is a host to, I did something I have always envied my father for. His books and priceless collection of HMV gems have been his best buddies on Saturday & Sunday afternoons. With no soul around, I was by my bedroom window, let a brilliant sunshine which was begging to cut through the blinds come across, lowered the blinds, lied down on my bed staring at the imaginary skies above making a total mockery of the roof above. For the moment I had the luxury to forget everything. After all I was being pampered by the melody and agony of Farida Khanum on Aaj Jaane Ki Zidd Na Karo. This was bliss.

B G M

If my life were a movie, I'd love it be to played to the following pieces for BGM.

noor e khuda

bird's eye view of the Drill field, gentle breeze cutting through, the stars and stripes fluttering in joy against a grey cloudy sky, Adnan Sami's muddled bass acting perfect foil to Shankar Mahadevan's impeccable treble on my Sony Studio Monitors, Shreya Ghoshal joining the party!!!

..................................Ya Allah! Utha Le

a fine comment

I'd have never thought that a comment I left on someone's post, and very rarely do posts get me to do that, would be, well, my post.

I believe that if you are a nice human being, you need not create a good piece of art, write a good book, sing a nice song well, make a nice movie. Well, you get the drift.

But if you have made a nice piece of art, written a good book, sung a nice song well, made a nice movie, you have to be a nice human being.