I have concluded that the best of music, the best of love stories, the best of cinema has already happened and whats ahead of us will never match the pinnacle of the past, I tweeted some days back that AR Rehman will go down in history as the worst thing which happened to Indian Music, just because he turned music into an Electronics orchestra arrangement , keyboards and drum machines have killed Bamboo Flute , Tabla, Mridung, Sitar , Shahnai, Santoor and many such natural musical instruments. The great Indian Love stories have met the same fate ...Today's blog is about a few such thoughts . As always , a song which has been playing on loop for the past week , I first heard its "Mukhda" last year ...its called Maana ke hum yaar nahin , proves some droplets of good lyrics and great music will still occur , rarely though . Two thoughts today .....
Unknown Us : Last week , i sent a bye bye note to a lot of people , some people I knew well, some I pretended to know , but in fact , i didn't know much about all of them . Some people turned out to be so different during the course of knowing them that I wasnt sure if I was writing to an acquaintance or a complete stranger . I am now of the strong conviction that most people haven't even started the journey of knowing themselves and that makes "loving" that "point in time" picture (the person in reference here) almost impossible . Was I the same person who knew them or were they the same people I knew . Answer is NO . I often wonder who are we as humans, we are an ever evolving living being , so just creatures travelling the journey between birth and death , everything about life and people seems to be moving all the time .
People take pride in their name and ethnic origin buy how can you be a name if it can easily be changed? You could have very well been born into a different family that named you something else.
People take pride in their looks but how can you be a body if it is constantly ageing, changing, disintegrating and can be replaced with other parts? Your red blood cells live for four months, your white blood cells live for more than a year, your skin cells live for 2-3 weeks … all cells within you are constantly dying and being renewed. How can you really be your body or looks?
People are proud of their personality but how can you be a personality when it is constantly fluctuating and transforming? Think back of your personality 5 years ago, then 15 years ago. Did you have the exact same personality that you do now?
People take pride in their emotional depth but how can you be your emotions when they are constantly coming and going, ebbing and flowing? Not only that but do you really control your emotions? Where do they come from? Do you really control them?
People take pride in their thought process, how can you be your thoughts when they always changing? Not only that but do you really control your thoughts? Where do they come from? Do you really control them?
People take pride in their beliefs when what you believed 10-30 years ago isn’t what you believe today? Your beliefs are influenced by your conditioning, upbringing, and society … how can they be “you” or “yours”?
People treasure their memories but can they be your memories when they come, go and even alter? Did you know that there is such a thing as “false memory”? When remembering the past, the mind has a tenuous and coloured perception that is subject to change and alteration. How can your memory be you?
The answer is everything is a moment , a phase , an event which is divinity in motion. We over amplify the minuscule understanding we have of our own being . When people tell me they will take a bullet for me , i often know they will be the same people holding the gun as well .
Jisay log kehte hain Zindagi, sirf hadsoN ka hajoom hai...... Yeh to kahiye mera hee Kamaal tha...... jo darmiyaan se guzar gaya.....
Thus , Unknown "Us" .....
Unknown Love : I was in Vrindavan last month, I like the place but not for the reasons people usually go to Vrindavan . For me it is like Venice , the place is very romantic but one has to understand the tangent of that love . First thing that strikes you when you land in Vrindavan is the common chant of "Radhe Radhe" so the Rickshaw walla while cruising through the narrow streets of vrindavan wont tring his humble horn , he would instead say radhe Radhe bhaiya jee ...Radhe Radhe didi jee. I usually stay at MVT , a place run by devotees from Holland and Denmark , typically men and women in their 30s and 40s who turn to ISKCON . They have a very nice restaurant which serves the best of Continental food like Pastas and Pizzas, all made the organic "Govinda" way " . A conversation with a devotee led me to discuss this topic . She also made the point on how "romantic " is to see all temples of Radha and Krishna , Radha-Krishna amour is a love legend of all times. It's indeed hard to miss the many legends and paintings illustrating the Radha-Krishna affair is the most memorable. Krishna's relationship with Radha and Krishna's allegorical love of Radha has found expression in some great Bengali poetical works of Govinda Das, Chaitanya Mahaprabhu, and Jayadeva the author of Geet Govinda. Krishna's love of Radha is interpreted as symbolic of the loving interplay between God and the human soul. Radha's utterly rapturous love for Krishna and their relationship is often interpreted as the quest for union with the divine. This kind of love is of the highest form of devotion in Vaishnavism, and is symbolically represented as the bond between the wife and husband or beloved and lover. I often wonder , If i wasn't born a Hindu, I would have been pulled towards this divine depiction of love . This actually is a step by step evolution of my love for Mirza Sahiba , Ghalib and Faraz.
Chahaton kee zara see aahat pe , dil ka darwaza khol sakta hai
Ishq wih zabaan hai pyaare , jise gunga bhee bol sakta hai
The waterways of Venice are similar to the narrow streets of vrindavan , each temple has a story of love . The term Radhe Radhe actually means Radha is Radha but Krishna's love has also made him Radha , hence "Radhe Radhe" . There is a quote I read , Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction. We usually think of love as an antonym of hate or the antithesis emotion of love but it’s not, hate still has an emotional involvement. Fear is the opposite of love. While love expands, fear shrinks, while love joins, fear separates, while love trusts, fear doubts and while love opens, fear closes. People are afraid of being in such divine selfless love . We love because we fear solitude and the possibility of being unloved , also because we live in a culture that fears being alone, being rejected, feeling unworthy and unlovable, we confuse love with attachment, dependency, sexual attraction, romantic illusion, lust, infatuation, or obligation. Our perception of love and our language of love encourages us to think of love as a quantifiable substance (“make love“, “fallen in love“, “lots of love“), something that can be given, received, and taken away. Love, like everything else in a consumerist society, has been turned into a commodity, an object of pleasure or happiness. Movies and songs tell us that love hurts. But when love hurts, it’s not love any more, but an immense desire we create that manifests itself in a variety of ways: our desire to get rid of the fear of loneliness or rejection, our desire to indulge in needy attachment, our desire to satisfy our possessive need for control. As a child we were taught that liking something, or loving something, were only different degrees of the same thing. “I love that car“, “I love this show“, “I love this food”. What was really meant is that: “I really really like this car/show/food“. Liking is a very superficial emotion. Today you like a music band but in a few years you might outgrow it. Love, however, is the opposite. While liking is temporary and is an external superficial emotion, love is boundless and deep. Love is what allows you to see another person’s soul and admire their essence. Love is all-selfless. Pure love is at a different altitude , the altitude of Radhe Radhe from this; it is knowing that there’s no need to own something or someone beautiful by making it yours, instead, you simply celebrate their existence. They may be away and disconnected from , on your whatsapp or not , friends with you on facebook or not , love still can thrive . Soulful maturity is the first step however most people are stuck in meeting or not meeting , dinners or drinks together , Unfortunately, due to the lack of guidance and social conditioning in today’s world, rarely people connect with their souls, sometimes even doubting their existence. As a result, many people remain stuck on facebook likes , social encounters and the aesthetics ....A trip to Vrindavan is worth more than one to Venice , experience the full bloom of Radhe Radhe . ...
Now the song ...suited to the lanes of Venice and Vrindavan both ..
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