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July 7 - One Hockey Stick


If you do not recognise the title of the blog post and relate it to the number 7 I forgive you. This is just me being a nerd about the game of Tambola (more commonly known as Bingo outside India). I have many many memories of hosts calling out tambola numbers with wacky introductions, and my memories of 7 are : as lucky number 7 and hockey stick. I like that number - simply because my birth date adds up to it. By now you know I have random reasons for liking and disliking things. So, I am sure you would have forgiven me for this logic. I mean, I just wrote about wanting to be like a good croissant two posts back!

Today's blog post is about a song from the movie MS Dhoni, The Untold Story that traces the life of one of India's most loved cricketers - MS Dhoni and his struggle in cricket and how he finally gets to wear the blue jersey and eventually goes onto captain the team. Cricket, like Tambola, is something that you would have been introduced to if you lived/grew up in India in the 90s - there was so way to escape it. The sound of cricket commentary in the background (or foreground) is one of my favourite sounds - irrespective of whether India is playing or not. It is quite like ginger-garlic paste frying with onions in oil in a pan - again if you are Indian (and you love to cook/eat) you will recognise this analogy.

Coming back to the movie. Dhoni struggled a lot to make it to the team and the movie captures the struggle brilliantly, I am also very partial to the actor who essays the role of MS and so I am aware that I am biased. If you were to ask a true cricket fan or a true Dhoni-fan maybe they would have other things to say. For me, the movie is also very special because while watching the movie in Singapore, in a movie theatre i teared up in the scene where Sushant Singh, the actor playing Dhoni, breaks down in the railway station and wonders if he will ever achieve his dream of playing for India. There are great moments of desperation and desire, I identified with both those emotions and recognised them in me. It is a movie that has never failed to inspire me and the song I am sharing today is called Besabriyaan, lyrics written by manoj muntashir. The word means impatiences. 

रास्ते  हैं भागे
पाँव से आगे
ज़िन्दगी से चल
कुछ और भी मांगे

क्यों सोचना हैं
जाना कहाँ
जाएँ वहीँ  ले जाएँ जहां
बेसब्रियां

क़दमों पे तेरे
बदल झुकेंगे
जब तक तुझे एहसास हैं
जागीर तेरी
तेरा खज़ाना
यह तिश्नगी हैं
यह प्यास हैं

क्यों रोकना अब
यह कारवां
जाए वहीँ ले जाएँ जहां
बेसब्रियां

क्या यह उजाले
क्या यह अँधेरे
दोनों  से आगे
मंज़र तेरे

क्यों रौशनी तू
बहार तलाशे
तेरी  मशाले
हैं  अंदर तेरे

क्यों ढूंढना
पैरों के निशाँ
जाए वहीँ ले जाए जहां
बेसब्रियां

As always, i'll explain the song in the next post as i head to sleep with the song in my head.

Bonne Nuit.


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