Kabhi khud pe, kabhi haalaat pe rona aaya

-Mohd. Rafi, Hum Dono

Wow, Rafi is magnificent, the voice so perfectly placed and so delicately.. Ofcourse I know thats the understatement of the millenium but I had to get it off my chest. Seems like he is walking on a thin line but with so much perfection! Not one toe out of line!

I really really listened to this song, only recently. Ofcourse I have heard it many times before, without realizing its poignance.

Kabhi khud pe, kabhi haalaat pe rona aaya
Baat nikli toh har ek baat pe rona aaya..

The song begins with personal sadness.. I havent seen the movie, so dont know the exact situation in which this song is placed therein. The following lines seem to say that its about lost love..

Hum toh samjhe the ki hum bhool gaye hain unko
Kya hua aaj, ye kis baat pe rona aaya

So thats still personal sorrow, love tragedy, personal sadness.. But then the following lines come at the end of the song..

Kaun rota hai kisi aur ki khatir ae dost
Sab ko apni hi kisi baat pe rona aaya
Kabhi khud pe, kabhi haalaat pe rona aaya..

Seems like a comment on the selfishness of the griever himself... that the griever always grieves only for himself, else he would never have grieved in the first place. The griever becomes a griever only if he shares the sorrow and by sharing that sorrow, he ends up grieving only for his own sorrow. So by definition, the griever is selfish :-|

Dont know if the meaning that I have deduced is the meaning that the lyricist intended, but an interesting thought anyway. So penned it down here.

हसलो म्हणजे फ़क्त स्वतःच्या फ़जितीवर
निर्लज्यागत दिधली होती स्वतःच टाळी!
हसलो कारण शक्यच नव्हते दुसरे काही!
डोळ्यामधे पाणी नव्हते ऐसे नाही!

-Sandeep Khare

Productivity is being able to do things that you were never able to do before.

Tunnel of knowledge huddled in darkness

Plunging headlong into the darkness,
seeking the bright light at the end
The tunnel holds a promise
of mystery, of surprises to fend

The promise of reward is tempting
but will it ever materialize
The journey seems unending
but would my efforts suffice

How I wish life were an open book
That I could read the last pages first
But before my naivety does me spook
I restrain my inquisitive burst

I promise myself that no matter what
I will not give up to the last
That which I aim to achieve, and that which I aim to be
It will come slow and tedious, not easy and fast

Hold on there, hang in there
I try to teach myself
You can do it, you are almost there
I keep telling myself

God Bless.

मत्लबी ये दुनिया, मतलबी दुनियावालों से
कशमकश में जून्झ रहे, दिल मतवालों के।

CSE girls fall just short of gold in PG sports chess :-|