Bored Beyond Belief !!

Chor bazaari do nainon ki
pehle thi aadat jo hat gayi
pyar ki jo teri meri
umr aayi thi woh kat gayi
duniya ki to fiqr kahan thi
teri bhi ab chinta ghat gayi
tu bhi tu hai, main bhi main hun,
duniya saari dekh ulat gayi
tu na jaane main na jaanu,
kaise saari baat palat gayi
ghatni hi thi yeh bhi ghatna
ghat-te ghat-te lo yeh ghat gayi
chor bazaari do nainon ki
pehle thi aadat jo hat gayi

Tareef teri karna
tujhe khone se darna
haan… bhool gaya ab
tujhpe din mein chaar dafa marna
pyaar khumaari utree saari
baaton ki badli bhi chhat gayi
Hum se main pe aayi aise
mujhko toh main hi main ratt gayi
ek hue the do se dono
dono ki ab rahein bant gayi

ab koi fikar nahi
gham ka bhi zikar nahi
haan…hota hoon main jis raste pe
aaye khushi wahi….
azaad hoon main tujhse
azad hai tu mujhse
haan…jo ji chahe jaise chahe
kar le aaj yahin

laaj sharam ki choti moti
jo thi dori woh bhi kat gayi
chowk choubare gali mohalle
khol ke main saare ghoonghat gayee
tu na badli main na badla
delhi saari dekh badal gayi

ek ghoont mein duniya-daari
ki main saari samjh nigal gayi
haan.. rang biranga paani peeke
seedhi saadi kudi bigaad gayi
dekh ke mujhko hasta gaata
sad gayi yeh duniya sad gayi

~ OST Love Aaj Kal (Singers: Neeraj Sridhar & Sunidhi Chauhan) ~

Boondein jo maathe ko choom hothon se gir gayi
ek lamhe mein bachpan ki yaadein taaza kar gayi

Its been raining non-stop for more than 12 hrs now and today after a long time I got drenched on will !

I cant remember when was the last time i enjoyed getting wet in rain…. the faintest memory I have would be of the time 15 years back. When the house was not reconstructed… when grand ma was still alive… when the mango tree had not been cut.
That memory became fresh today… vinnie, me and mom… standing in the verandah, getting drenched in rain…with my grandma watching
Actually today a lot of them came back afresh…

The days when we wouldnt have school assembly as it would be raining. Playing basketball during rains… the so called “gola” shoes getting all wet…with water inside them… but it didnt matter. And today it hurts to get your catwalk sandals ruined.

Dad getting samosas and jalebies…. Mom making pakodas and coffee…ummmmm

That sound of the broken viper, splash of the bus, water logging on corners, struggle of the cycle rider, sale of the tea stall, cricket match of the colony kids, drops of water running down my hair, and someone to give me company on this walk while I struggle to manage the flood of memories.

Felt good to revive the old kid in me… after a long time !