Sunday Note
Last night I went out and celebrated sadness. We celebrate joy but we don't celebrate sadness given that perhaps sadness is a much more authentic emotion we feel. One can fake happiness but rarely can one fake or would want to fake sadness.
It was a Sitar concert, Hindustani classical music. A few raagas that were played are, Raag Shaam Kalyan,Jihnjhoti, Ameer and Misra Pilu. It was an ecstatic experience, a journey to the roots, which defines who I am. Given the inherently turbulent and confusing times I had been going through, such a journey was very welcome. And now I sit here listening to Mirza Ghalib, the unrivalled master of Ghazal.
The ghazal goes something like this:
dil-e-naadaaN tujhe huaa kya hai ? aaKHir is dard kee dawa kya hai
O unbelmished heart, what has happened to you? And what is the medicine for this ache?
hamko unse wafa ki hai ummeed jo naheeN jaante wafa kya hai
Fidelity, I had expected from her, one who doesn't know what fidelity means.
ham haiN mushtaaq aur woh bezaar ya ilaahee ! yeh maajra kya hai?
(mushtaaq = interested, bezaar = displeased/sick of)
I am interested and she is displeased! O God! why these dilemas of the heart?
jab ki tujh bin naheeN koee maujood fir ye hangaama, 'ei KHuda ! kya hai
And given that there was none but her, then all this turmoil, O God, why?
dil-e-naadaaN tujhe huaa kya hai ? aaKHir is dard kee dawa kya hai
O unbelmished heart, what has happened to you? And what is the medicine for this ache?
Joy! Sashi
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