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Mumbai Meri Jaan

An impromptu plan. She agreed, which was a pleasant surprise for him. Early that day he said,” Meet me at the junction, I am taking you away. Today you will see Mumbai through my eyes”.
“You mean explore the unexplored bylanes?”
“No dear, to see the union of waves with the shore, to feel it”.
” You very well know what I am fond of, just wondering, if experiencing this union will make me forget the present.”
” You may very well drift from the conscious, but nowadays I am rooted to the ground. I have the horizon in my view. You have nothing to worry.”

Her chariot was waiting at the corner as promised. A quick exchange of pleasantries as they drove off. Mumbai calling. Traffic, signals, people, crowd, all was a blur. He glanced sideways at her and  thought, she seemed radiant today. That was a sign signifying all will go well as planned. She took charge shuffling the radio channels and setting the mood for the evening. There was no sense of urgency to reach any place, neither did she quiz persistently on the plan. He could see the trust she placed on him. It brought a sense of relief and a huge pressure was lifted off his mind. The journey mattered.

In no time the Bandra Worli sealink was in view. The rain gods had decided to call it a day. The atmosphere as dusk started to set in was welcoming. Through the grey clouds, the washed away shades of crimson and orange peeped out. The sight was too inviting to ignore. She thought, this is it. Probably we will sit on one of the benches on the reclamation, and watch the seagulls. But he swilled the wheel  towards the toll booth. She watched him curiously, trying to gauge his thoughts. She was itching to ask about his plans for the evening, but decided otherwise. They drove on, sharing memories of the bygone, singing to the ghazals tuned in. Worli, Haji ali, Peddar road, Marine lines, Churchgate, Kala ghoda, then it dawned on her. Gateway of India. So this is where we are headed. Teasingly she asked” Are you taking me to the Taj?”
“Do you want to? We can have a quite dinner there.”
She smiled, ” No, you promised the ocean, I don’t want to sit confined in a place and watch the dark waters from enclosed premises.”

They circled the Taj Hotel for a couple of times, in hope to find a safe parking area. There was none and he was at a loss. It seemed the whole of Mumbai decided to visit the Gateway today. She asked him, ” Are we going to sit here? There is a huge crowd and too dark to even look at the sea and the waves.”
“I thought maybe you would like to see the Gateway.”
She giggled, “And do what?”

He smiled and a dejected look washed his face. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. Disappointed they decided to drive towards Marine drive. By now hunger was gnawing her insides, they hadn’t stopped for a quick bite. The scene there was no different. The entire stretch was full of people and noisy vehicles.

They drove on till Haji Ali and zeroed in on Mainland China. If not the sea, the quite dinner can be a success he thought. Two glasses of Jacob Shiraz, some appetizers set the mood for what was to follow. And what a revelation it was! Once the conversation started, they realised, they had many things in common.  Their love for books, his knowledge of literature, music, art, poetry all weaved effortlessly into they talk as if they were composing music together. Their shower of praises for each other knew no boundaries.  She highlighted his strength in his work and he showed her a path to make her weaknesses, her power. Theirs was a perfect combination of give and take. Then and there they promised and made plans to work towards a mutual goal. A perfect end to a perfect evening they walked together outside, with unlimited hope in their hearts.

“Let’s take the expressway, we will reach faster” saying he drove on.  Little did he know, the universe had conspired this evening to last even longer and make their wishes come true for tonight. He missed the turn on a bylane and turned left. Suddenly they were in front of Worli seaface. She looked out at the sky, switched off the AC and rolled down the window, letting the natural cool breeze come into their space. By now he knew her too well to even ask, what she was doing. He slowed down and tentatively stuck to the left, when she blurted what he had already anticipated,” Shall we wait here for some time please?”. He smiled knowingly and parked at the side.
Few moments and she asked, ” Do you know what I am going to say next to you?” 
Within a 2 seconds he said, ” You want to step outside?”
She gushed,” Yes! He, the sea is calling me here! I can feel it. it seems only fair that we respect his request isn’t it?” and her face lit up like a child.
The minute they walked towards the broad cement barrier that separated the sea from the walkway, the breeze engulfed them. Without a moments hesitation, both ran like kids, swirled their feet over the barrier and sat facing the sea.
And then silence!
” Tell me what comes to your mind looking at the waves. Quick three words! Don’t think.” he said.
” expansive, silent, coming home”.
He looked at her expressions and her face showed many emotions, “Watch the waves break against the shore. They fall back as if the shore has pacified the passion in the wave. The wave goes back in and comes back with renewed strength. This is me, the shore. You are like the wave, fighting with vigour against all odds and crashing into me. I am here to be your strength and you go back to being yourself, at your peak. That is what you are meant to be. It explains all that we have spoken today and what we mean to each other.”

She looked at him with absolute adoration, mesmerised by his simplicity and understanding the depth of his words. He was right, this is what all this journey is all about. They went back to observing the waves, made poetry, creativity and inspiration was all around them. They were lost to the world and time stood still.

They lived the moments, like movies it felt like a dream, just too good to be true. In bargain rediscovered  themselves. Through many  wrong misses and turns, they still found their path in this one evening. Just like life, which  throws you at multiple crossroads till you find your own calling.

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Credit to the picture, (actually I literally begged him to share the pic with me, which was so apt to this post): Thank you Vishal 🙂

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Of Love

Sometimes more than being in love, the thought of falling in love is refreshing. I find myself transported to another world, while experiencing the vividness in emotions, ghazal’s manage to evoke.

As the simplicity and fragrance as in these verses:

Aapakaa Saath-Saath Phoolon Ka
Your presence is like flowers in blossom.
Aapaki Baat, Baat Phoolon Ki
Your voice carries the purity and delicacy of the flowers
Phir Chhidi Raat, Baat Phoolon Ki
Tonight we gently drift deliberately towards expressing the flowers
Raat Hai Yaa Baaraat Phoolon Ki
Tonight seems as if we are involved in procession of flowers

OR the sincerity and profound yearning of the admirer:

Saamane aa ke jara parda utha de rukh se
Come and unveil yourself before me
Ik yahi mera ilaaje game tanhayi hai
which is the only cure to my solitude
Teri furkat ne pareshaan kiya hai mujhko
I am in anguish in your absence
Abb toh mil ja ke meri jaan pe ban aayi hai
Oh please come now for it’s a matter of my life and death

How will anyone refuse to acknowledge or reciprocate, when the yearning for her love, in the wake of separation is so passionate?

Another classic form of the emotional condition is from here. You have no control over your memories and thoughts towards your beloved:

surkh phulon se mahak uthati hain dil ki rahen
Ruby red flowers pave a path to my heart
din dhale yun teri aawaz bulaati hai hamen
at dusk your voice calls out to me
yaad teri kabhi dastak kabhi saragoshi se
The memory of you sometimes knocks loudly, sometimes whispers
raat ke pichhale prahar roz jagaati hai hamen
every day, I am awakened when the night reaches its last watch, in your thoughts.

I may not do justice to the entire ghazal by picking out a few verses, but that is the beauty of a ghazal. It retains its sense even if removed or detached from the poem.

You can listen to the whole experience here, in that order.
Phir Chhidi Raat Baat Phoolon Ki – Talat Aziz, Lata Mangeshkar
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=meif1oIfJ5o
Mere Mehboob – Mohamed Rafi
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kJ3DwFWhQuE
Zindagi Jab Bhi Teri Bazm Mein – Talat Aziz
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=82tyHLrjuBo