I am waiting for the electricity to take its leave for the last time before a new spell of similar events takes place in a newer day after the nap that the rapturous beauty of darkness predicts; if I can manage to fall for it that is. I was forcing myself to understand the amount of time my insomnia spares me. Seemingly endless.
Just recently I was going through the collection of ghazliyaat and older songs on the laptop;
Koi faryad tere dil mein dabi ho jaisay,
Jaagtay jaagtay ek umr kati ho jaisay,
Jaan baqi hai mager saans ruki ho jaisay.
The importance of projection of an idea and the perception of it struck me once again as many contrasting ones were discovered earlier. For example the explanation for an insomniac condition from a thoughtful arrangement of words that dances on a melody is found to rest within the tender side of life upon which the east conceptualizes a family system with conviction - the basis of a civilized society. Where as, the phenomenon when defined by Ghulam Ali and his sneer during Forensic lectures in a deliberate immature tone transgressing to the Eiffel Tower of indecency goes beyond the elasticity of social perimeters.
He would call it a 'pinch on the cheek in affection' that he throws at us to tease and perk us up. I like how he fails to actually give us a firm statement, and leaves the lot making a judgement about an idea instead. He then makes insincere attempts to have intended something purposeful with the saucy talk.
But the purpose is lost if we can't find it, Sir.
Nevertheless, I like him.
Banjar hai sab banjar hai...
Teri khoj talaash mein dekh piya,
Hum kitnay kalay koas chalay.
Then there is the reality. How easily it is taken to notice but how intricate are the woven laces of overlapping knots. How cautious you must be to work it right. How deep it is. The actual insomnia. The complexities. The understandings. The shortness of time!
Kaam karo kaam. Bakwas band, kaam ziyada!
Just recently I was going through the collection of ghazliyaat and older songs on the laptop;
Koi faryad tere dil mein dabi ho jaisay,
Jaagtay jaagtay ek umr kati ho jaisay,
Jaan baqi hai mager saans ruki ho jaisay.
The importance of projection of an idea and the perception of it struck me once again as many contrasting ones were discovered earlier. For example the explanation for an insomniac condition from a thoughtful arrangement of words that dances on a melody is found to rest within the tender side of life upon which the east conceptualizes a family system with conviction - the basis of a civilized society. Where as, the phenomenon when defined by Ghulam Ali and his sneer during Forensic lectures in a deliberate immature tone transgressing to the Eiffel Tower of indecency goes beyond the elasticity of social perimeters.
He would call it a 'pinch on the cheek in affection' that he throws at us to tease and perk us up. I like how he fails to actually give us a firm statement, and leaves the lot making a judgement about an idea instead. He then makes insincere attempts to have intended something purposeful with the saucy talk.
But the purpose is lost if we can't find it, Sir.
Nevertheless, I like him.
Banjar hai sab banjar hai...
Teri khoj talaash mein dekh piya,
Hum kitnay kalay koas chalay.
Then there is the reality. How easily it is taken to notice but how intricate are the woven laces of overlapping knots. How cautious you must be to work it right. How deep it is. The actual insomnia. The complexities. The understandings. The shortness of time!
Kaam karo kaam. Bakwas band, kaam ziyada!
Kaam karo kaam. Bakwas band, kaam ziyada![I can relate to this SO much!]
ReplyDeleteThe most creative revelations occur when you have something REALLY important to deal with.Cuz nothing provokes idleness like the pressure to perform as OWL says.
Insomnia is no doubt deep but the trouble with it is that you find yourself relentlessly unable to focus on things and thoughts.They become vague and forgotten as soon as its seemingly endless short span ends.
As for Ghulam Ali I cannot comment.;)But you like him.
Reality is always difficult to face especially for people suffering from selfdenial-One of the epidemics in this part of the world sweetie.
As for me, I am currently in a state of self-pity; it's almost impossible to to kill bakwas.
ReplyDeleteOH!Twirlies......I am caught in something more consuming--thoughts.And I have exams.I wish I could just become invisible.:(
ReplyDeleteWhat is to be said, neend kaisay aegi? Ye logon ko khulay aam bilawajah jaan se maarnay kay fashion kabhi nahi jaega shayed. Self-pittying.
ReplyDeleteGoodluck on your exams Bintul, beta. You'll be great, inshaAllah.