Welcome to the city of desert. I am back to bikaner, this time with new desires and new hope. It is a great feeling to do something for your future. When I find many others doing the same I start thinking differently , Every body in hostel is unsure about his future. Every body here is blamming others for every odd thing happening in his life, we were talking @ terrace of hostel , and each of us was just critisizing the system for whatever going wrong in country, I was also not differnt. But whenever I sit alone I start analaysing myself and in that time I found that how rude I was behaving, its really disgusting. I am now starting not to blame any body else and I just want to take on the world myself alone.
I am listening to a very very beautiful ghazal by Ghulam ali, and I want to dedicate this post to this ghazal। The ghazal starts with a 'sher' which goes like, अपनी आवाज़ की लर्जिश पे तो काबू पा लो, प्यार के बोल तो होठों से निकल आते है, अपने तेवर तो सम्भालों की कोई ये न कहे दिल बदलते है तो चेहरे भी बदल जाते है। I don't remember how many times i have listened this ghazal but still each time i listen to this, it gives me a new meaning. This is the beauty of ghazals, you can get a new meaning every time you listen. ये दिल ये पागल दिल मेरा क्यूँ बुझ गया, आवारगी, इस दस्त में इक शहर था वो क्या हुआ, आवारगी! The english translation is impossible, attempting that will be like killing the ghazal। What I could understand from this line is "what had happened to me", इक अजनबी झोंके ने जब पूछा जब मेरे ग़म का शबब सेहरा की भीगी रेत पे मैंने लिखा, आवारगी। Then ghulam ali sahab takes us to some other place by just his voice, amazing. ये दर्द की तन्हाईयाँ, ये दस्त का वीरान सफर, हम ल...
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