I keep on humming this song right from morning today: I am a traveller… I’ve forgotten my home as the world becomes my home. Bhupen Hazarika lends his inimitable voice to this timeless lyric of Shibdas Bannerjee. My childhood was fed lavishly in this song. Be it the pujas, marriage celebrations, para picnics or otherwise, Ami ak jajabar was there with its irresistible charm and appeal. With this song I seemed to travel the whole world and found an emotional melody echoing from near and far.
Time travels faster and I’ve crossed an aeon. Kites are flying here and there as they do in winter here. Looking at them I slip into nostalgic childhood and unknowingly hum the song: Ami ak jajabar. Because from the roof of my neighbour, Bhupen Hazarika’s songs were used to be played loudly in speakers as I indulged in kite flying those lazy noons and afternoons.
Now winter is here again calendar wise. But north wind is missing. Instead, a mad wind is dusting all around like it does in summer. Earth is hotting up; effect of global warming. Winter is hotter. The cozy coolishl breeze is no more, so are the lines of this song – I am a traveller… I colour my mind from the mines of colour of the world…
The world is getting colourless day by day, With each passing of moment, it is getting narrower. It no longer homes the aliens, the world only knows to alienate.
