Long tired nights….

Long tired nights,

And, I coil unto you.

Treading on your chest,

I rest my anxieties unto you

Open my eyes,

For I long for your hallucination

Close those windows,

I dread those winds of change

Touch,

Press,

Suck,

The love out of me

Hold,

Caress,

Let go,

The fear out of me

Come hither,

I am awake

The longer you take,

The shorter our fate….

‘Lest I forget…

‘Lest I forget,

You’re not here yet.

My time tick, tick and tocks

My heart often just picks ,picks and drops

No matter what I say or do,

My words are not getting through

My face seems to search those lines

Your fingers drew …

I need reasons to understand,

I need moments to believe

Baby, hold my soul

Oh baby, don’t watch it mold

I know love comes slow

But goes faster away

I need you to stay

Yes, I need you to…

On why I don’t like A.R. Rahman ( that much )

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I think A.R. Rahman is overrated. Not think, actually. He really is.

Before you embark on a verbal journey of hate and in-the-mind abuses, let me tell you that I am not against his music. I strongly feel that his music is not that rave which certain sections of the media and listeners have portrayed it to be. They have put him on such a pedestal as calling him, “The God of Music.”

SHAM!

A.R. Rahman is fantastic in the way he fuses his music … in his use of his instruments and for bringing alive a sound, no other composer has dreamt of. Yes. He is a brilliant composer and there is no second take on that.

But there is a slight difference between a music arranger/composer and being a music director in itself.

Barring his selected songs in Roja, Taal, Dil se & Rockstar, I fail to see his connect with my musical chord. My own boss calls me musically handicapped because I do not grasp how technically bang on Rahman’s music is.

Consider his latest – Highway. Apart from “Patakha Guddi,” there is NOT a single song that I feel stands up to his previous works. It’s not the kind of songs, I would put on repeat. I would turn the radio OFF.

I reiterate that I do not have any qualms with him being an international level music arranger or composer but considering Bollywood, his style of making music should only be restricted to background scores or instrumentals. Not with vocals. Firstly , I face huge difficulty in understanding his singers accents or their style of singing & secondly , his tunes are so overpowering , that the vocals are completely drowned. “ Maahi Ve,” is a perfect example.  I had the opportunity of watching A.R. Rahman perform LIVE @ the MTV Awards 2013 in Mumbai and must I say, the man is a performer. His knowledge of rhythm is so vast that it won’t be wrong to say he can compose a tune on the spot; I have a slight hitch when it comes to his expressing his love for Sufism, although.

Rahman is a huge fan of spirituality and the Sufi way of life. But then again, excluding his “Satrangi re” from Dil se, “Ramta Jogi” from Taal & my favorite “Khwaja Mere Khwaja,” as a Sufi lover myself, his songs do not connect to my inner being.

But yes, his Sufi is way progressive than any other present music director or composer that I know. Rockstar was one such album.

For me as a listener, a perfect music director is someone like Laxmikant-Pyarelal, Amit Trivedi, Salim- Suleiman, Mithoon and the stalwart O.P. Nayyar. Not only they combine excellent tunes with perfectly suited vocals, they also had the lucky streak to have had major names as lyricists’.

That one composition that I would give A.R. Rahman a 10/10 for is “VANDE MATARAM.” No other song can encompass the patriotism that the song captures.

Music is a very personal element for me. My views, however, disturbing or rubbish they may sound to you are mine. 

Accessorizing Love

Caressing the highways of my face,

Are the droplets of the rain, long awaited.

The jazz of the thundering cloudy nights,

The dance of my body filled with titillation

ALL LONG FOR YOU…

 

Snuggle me within you,

Like that lonesome moon in the greys,

Let me slither,

 Like that wet soap down your navel…

Decorate me on you,

Like that bed sheet on the first night.

I’m still colorless…

 

Like that migraine,

I’ll arrive unannounced.

I am in love, beware

I am all around..yet unaware…

Sinking Hope….

Absurdity slowly sinks in,

I transcend into my zone.

Unlocking the closet of the past,

 Burn each deed with a drone.

 

That temple of hope,

Turned into a shrine,

Joining hands were forces,

Thought they could rewind …

 

My eyes are weak,

I see through the heart.

Look through my soul,

 Nude, clean but dithering apart.

 

Tell me how do I erase you?

When does it expunge?

I keep rubbing…

He keeps shaping. 

Dickensian Trolley of thoughts !!!!

July 15 . The date when India will banish the 160 year old telegram service forever . 

It’s nothing stunning or something that was not expected . With smartphones and facebook taking almost 99% of our time…everything archaic , once considered novelty is now not even being kept on the back-bench of anybody’s life . 

Kodak shut . 

It gave life ( almost) to photography …to pictures and to everything that could be captured . But today, all you and I need is a smartphone with some shitty 8-12MP camera lens that does not work good at night ( although I have heard Nokia Lumia 920 IS GOOD !!) . 

I remember this recent incident when the whole world was waiting with bated breath for the appearance of their latest POPE , the vatican city was lit up . Not with street lights or fireworks but the lights emitting from their phones camera lens , waiting to capture a blurred POPE !! 

So strange na . We do not even stop to look back at our lives these days …nobody has the time . We just want everything so swish-swoosh that even if I sleep for 10 hours a day , people say I am wasting my life . 

What the hell do you want me to do then ? Climb on the Eiffel and do the bungee ?? Ballllss !!! 

As kids we were asked to say ” NAMASTE,” to our elders and in my society, young boys used to touch the feet of the elderly to receive blessings. Now , all they do is hi-five and some bland YO’s . It does not mean that the respect has shivered down ….all it shows that we fail to express . Traditions are no longer traditional . 

Love has given way to materialistic sex . 

I do not remember the last time I heard someone talking about ” Doordarshan.” Sounds stupid eh ? Why would somebody just talk about it like that. 

That channel was the stepping stone of Indian Television with it’s half monotonous , half battery dead shehnai ( some sort of flute instrument) sound and the Chitrahaar. Today , no channel can even come close to enjoying the kind of popularity that it had . 

Every freakin’ film today crosses the 100 crore mark . Every damn actor today receives some bonked up award or another . I mean why should I waste my 30 Dirhams and watch a film when anyways it will win an award in some stupid category !!!

Sick of everything that can be bought ….. where is the audacity people had to demand something only when they worked for it ???

My father tells me ” We are here na to support your husband.” 

I give him that dirty piercing look as a daughter and ask him , ” What if my grandmom had said the same thing when you married mom?” 

It is imperative that we teach our next ones to achieve….achieve them through their brains…not someone’s recommendation…teach them that being humble does not mean weak. Abhor any negative thoughts about love and make them not just good people but Great examples !!!!

PHEW !!!