WINTER DIARIES....

                                         PURANE GEET.......

               As a final year B.D.S student awaiting the dreaded semester, joblessness is one disease, which I am sure, afflicts most of my classmates. I mean the term 'study leave' is truly ironic. In such a sad situation, when true boredom sets in, some take resort in watching the 'idiot box', a few others in sleeping (which I do agree is an excellent option) and a rarer few change to a different subject and keep studying. Though I generally spend most of my spare time reading books, this time I decided to something else that appeals to me.
             Despite continued looks of annoyance from my mother ('Aiyoo, Perumaale, knock some sense into this girl and make her study), I turned on the ancient transistor, (for those of you'll wondering, yeah it still does work) and started scouting for old songs. It turned out to be one of the few better decisions that I have taken in ages.
             From soft melodies like 'Teri aankhon ke siva duniya me rakha kya hai' sung by Rafi to the craziness personifying 'Ek chatura naar' sung by Kishore, each one of these songs infused a totally new kind of energy within me. I felt that I had landed into a whole new life. The beautiful Hindi lyrics that were used in those days, are sadly no longer a part of the music industry that is currently present...
            I cried listening to 'Chalo ek baar phirse ajnabee ban jaaye hum dono' and 'Pucho na kaise maine rain bitayi' and smiled listening to 'Kisi ki muskurahaton' and 'Pyaar hume kis mod pe le aaya'. I could state a whole lot more, which really made my day and were successful in extracting all the negativity within me.
            Many of you'll, I am sure, will find this post boring. Many of you'll must really be into the existing music scenario in our country. By that, I strictly mean Bollywood and not revolutionary concepts like 'Coke Studio'. Well, to each his own. But I am sure no matter what, the depth of feeling,that you get from listening to the 'precious oldies' can never be replicated.'Old is gold' is one of the few clichés with which I actually agree. I'd like to finish this by stating a few lines from one of my innumerable favorite songs....
           Zindagi, kaisi hai paheli haye,
           Kabhi toh hasaaye, kabhi yeh rulaaye...