Bunking my class(and that too of phenomenal Mrityunjoy babu, our Maths teacher!), I only once went to see a film at Nataraj hall; the film is Quyamat Se Quyamat Tak, famously abbreviated as QSQT.
Who’s not bowled over by the film?
As Amir khan launches into ‘Aye mere hum safar..’ spreading out his hand and Juhi Chawla gets her first love letter from the man she falls in love, there are some stirrings within you that can’t be put in words. Stirrings are for heart, not for head.
People woo each other by singing a song or two.
But it doesn’t work for me that way. Generally when I sing, people passing by, gaze at me with horror in face as if they come across any bhut or pret. They run away from the scene as tremendously fast as possible.
Later I feel my performance gets slightly better as Bhuto, a stray street dog domesticated by my neighbour, lets out a huge barking in the line of wailing when I sing. Our combined sound-bites are enough for my cook and domestic to request me to stop my singing; rather our singing.
Now I am getting wiser (as I don’t attract Bhuto any more). I tone down my voice to just a humming. It suits my purpose of feeling on song.
Now-a-days I can’t help feeling that our dear earth is nearing and almost completing its own self- destruction. We, the humans, have produced enough weapons to blow up the entire solar system! Love can only save us from the brink.
Love for a neglected flower, love for an unknown bird, love for earth, love for sun- rise and sun- set, love for full moon, love for neighbour only can lead to an all-encompassing missile of love that can block smug aggression of weapons.
Let me try out my voice in lending something to the love song: Aye mere hum safar ek zara intezar…,even if Bhuto is attracted again!