Looking at myself, sitting in classroom, I am the most stupid person I think, instead of looking at what she is teaching I am writing this thing, who can be a stupid than me. Things are not normal that's for sure, heating up. I am learning , as much I try to keep myself away from things or situations as much I find myself indulged in them simply unintentionally. And I find that older people behave more like a child. I can simply visualize this these days. The situation I was in for last 11 days , I never want to be in. In those 11 days I had food for 4 times, walked 30 miles, had almost 20 litres of cold-drinks or juice, watched two movies in theatre, attended 24 long lectures from terrible teachers, didn't listen a single ghazal of any sort, didn't checked my mail for one week, I was fined 1000 bucks by HOD for not being in uniform, I was awake for 48 hours continuously, had bath 7 times.
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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