There is something amazingly sweet about the song “janam dekh lo” from Veer-Zara.It makes me dodder into the contemplative state of mind.Its like:
Me: How can someone b come so coquettish? Nah.. not possible,i have some problem in my head.
*Someone zapping out remote control to view something nice.after a series of sounds resulting from the various news channels,other soap opera.and he settles on a channel and the soft song of Veer-Zara floats in*
Me: Why m i born? sudden reincarnation? do i have vitality energy seeing me right now?
I mean you get the idea.Songs like these take my mind away from real life stuff.Like zoom channel,my neighbours maid’s family planning, and the bright red tomato i just bought.Songs like these shut me down,a rest,temporary rest may b,step back a little,look at my life, and say “Hmmmm, i would have done that thing 3 years back?This could have been better? Should i do this? m i chill really? Songs like these make to look at life as a whole,and not the meagre and speedy things that rattle life.And whenever i do that,i listen such catchy numbers,a small group of white dove type creatures start hovering over my head,sometimes scrape my skull inside my head,with their cooing sounds, and say-”Hi,Anupam, remember us? We are regrets you have”.Now at least i m not a guy who mulls over my regrets with concentration of a teen age girl while buying a nail polish.Seriously.I dnot take them to heart.Letting them to just hover over my head and me with regret proof helmet on me.I hardly mull over the incident when i pushed a lady in the buss so hard later she started bleeding just b coz she was abnormally trying to hit me on my chest.or may b her fake angrezi accent.But still there are things i wish i had( a red sports car open one.three blondes sitting on the back munching and jumping out of sheer excitment,and the fronr seats stuffed with dollars,and many more things) things i wish i could do( replace harsha bhogle during a match at SCG,publish an article in TOI as soon as possible,breakfast with Deepika,dinner with Juhi chawla and so on).
Like i wish i would have decent good looks which would make me get up early morning every day,look into the mirror and say-Hmmm.you should b in a movie Boy! Right now i m like shit! which shit head invented mirrors? Especially place like Delhi where every next guy looks like he just came out from lakme Fashion week ramp.I wish company post me to some remote village in bihar where all guys look like an accident victim,so all the “gaon ki chhoriyan”go crazy crazy over shehari babu .My bollywood knowledge says, me every rural romance starts from when the guy asks for water from her matka near the bank of the river.much not knowledge i have sorry for guessing.so i shall hang around the river,may b around well tooo.
And i wish i would nt have caused so much hurt to people nor they would have given me so much head breaking moments to me.i really have dissapointed a lot of people i know.violent repurcussions in fact.
And i cant dance.while the rest of the world scare away traffic police and the people by their gravity defying dance movements in a “barati” i adjust around nodding smiling at relatives i saw 10 years back.even my mummy can cross any packed traffic faster than me i m sure.but i donot have that rhythm to pull myself into that groove.the only animal can match is the horse,he can understand my pain,what with a well fed groom perched on his back,a thousand watt band blaring in his long ears,and a road full of dancing and prancing maniacs facing him.
Anyway this is just a post to chill out the steaming last two weekends.moreover,just a very superficial skimming of my regret bank.i havent even started about the bigger and whackier skeletons in my almirah which when let out can make for one big week long round of discussions over cups of coffee and rounds of chinese burgers.i m talking about tiny tiny mosquito bites when i can talk about the firing of shallow words.but life is short i m too.and i donot even want to talk about that.really.no need to soak in to “dukh ka sagar”lest you should spend the rest of your life gulping spills of depression.it is just that this song makes me to feel “life is beautiful” all dreamy and i type down stuff which is a great disgrace to any trace of logic,grammar and sense.I guess i will now switch over to my dinner.nothing can come between me and my bhookh.
