Beautiful poem by Nasir Kazmi
Nasir was a twentieth century poet who was born in undivided India and then emigrated to Pakistan when the countries were split in 1947. There is a version of this song sung by Asha Bhosle and Ghulam Ali in Meraj-e-Ghazal which was one of most favorite albums growing up. The original version was by Noor Jehan, I think.
“Haal-e-dil hum bhi sunaatey lekin
Jab wo rukhsat huye, tab yaad aaya
…
Dil dhadakne ka sabab yaad aaya
Wo teri yaad thi ab yaad aaya”
Roughly translated…
I, too, would have told her about my feelings for her
But I remembered about it only after she had left
…
I suddenly realized why my heart still beats
It is for all the memories that I have of you. Now I remember.
Beautiful couplets from the qawwali “Yeh Jo Halka Halka”
“Sharaab kaisi, khumaar kaisa
Yeh sab tumhari nawazishen hain
Pilayi hai kis nazar se tu ne
Ke mujhko apni khabar nahin hai
Tere pyaar ne, teri chah ne
Teri behki behki nigaah ne
Mujhe sharabi bana diya
Ke sharaab peena sikha diya”
Roughly translated (improvements welcome)
“What a drink! What an intoxication!
These are all gifts from you
How have you inebriated me with your glances?
That now I have lost all my awareness.
Your love. And your longing…
Your flirtatious looks
Has made a drunkard out of me
(For) they have taught me how to drink”

Some fears transcend national boundaries
Today is Saraswati Pujo in India. This is when we celebrate the Goddess of education (knowledge) and music. I also call it the Bengali Valentine’s day but that is a completely different topic to be discussed another day.
A common practice during Saraswati Pujo is to submit some of your text books or pens and pencils to the idol during the day of worship. The convention among us was to put in the text books of the subjects we feared the most of failing – hoping Goddess Saraswati will see us thru in the tests.
Today, as I took a picture at the end of the day when all the decorations were coming down in our local Saraswati Pujo in Atlanta, I could not help notice the number AP Calculus text books next to the idol (watch carefully next to the swan) 🙂

Unbelievably beautiful sky …
As beautiful as the photo looks, the actual sky here in Minneapolis is even more beautiful with hues ranging from purple to gold. That bright yellow is more like golden orange in reality. I had to reach over my next passenger who is sitting by the window to take a shot. Should have gone with a window seat today to get a few, better, steady shots…

Early morning reflections…
Ramkumar evening
This evening was dedicated to Ramkumar Chattopadhyay. He was one of the premier exponents of a semi classical Bengali song style called “Tappa”. An example of his song:
“Ei prithhibita panthho nibas
Rail-er jaatrikhaana
Thhakey na keu chiradin hetha
Korey jay aanagona”
Roughly translated..
“This world – it is a but a short stop
Like a railway station
Nobody stays here forever
They just keep coming and going”



