{"id":485,"date":"2020-05-25T16:27:46","date_gmt":"2020-05-25T16:27:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.sureshdinakaran.com\/blog\/?p=485"},"modified":"2022-12-16T02:26:38","modified_gmt":"2022-12-16T02:26:38","slug":"getting-hysterlyrical-a-feeble-attempt-deciphering-gulzar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sureshdinakaran.com\/blog\/2020\/05\/25\/getting-hysterlyrical-a-feeble-attempt-deciphering-gulzar\/","title":{"rendered":"Getting HysterLyrical: A Feeble Attempt: Deciphering Gulzar!"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Ardent, hardened fan. Pardon the unabashed bias.<\/div>\n
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Only a select few songs written by Gulzar<\/strong><\/a> covered in this post. The first\u00a0six in the playlist I ran into.<\/div>\n
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Other note worthy, iconic contributors like the Music Directors, Actors, Directors, Singers etc discussed fleetingly only, if at all.<\/div>\n
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‘ It’s Only Words<\/b> ‘. As went the Bee Gees<\/b><\/a> written and sung classic. And in our context, given a memorable second homecoming by my immensely\u00a0gifted, impossibly shy nephew Abhinav<\/strong>, on the two occasions\u00a0that he let himself to ‘relative’ scrutiny. The other occasion being a real wake up call ‘ Hello<\/b> ‘, originally\u00a0called out by Lionel Richie<\/a>.<\/b><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Dusk is fast approaching. I am at my customary dusktop. I mean desktop. Giving it my ride of place. Seeing the crimson orange of an aggrieved sun going down seething, seeing a world doing the same old, same old. Almost calling out, ‘ Rise Above<\/b> ‘, tomorrow is another day. Even it has conceded that orange is the new\u00a0black. And ready for stranger things, sacred games and all of that.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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The hiss of the bluetooth speaker concealed the eager anticipation- bliss was on the way. His Masters Choice<\/strong>.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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First off the block, rolling in ambled elegance was ” Mera Kuch Samaan Tumhare Paas Pada Hain<\/b>\u00a0” from Ijazat<\/b> : If permission marketing was to be accorded a pride of place, this would be it. Never before has an inanimate object like ‘ samaan<\/b> ‘, carried so much weight. The sheer power of gravitas. And a scintillating Asha<\/strong> readily giving into a discerning audience’s Croon Bhari Maang<\/b>. The lyrical audacity of something that is staggeringly prescient, a mighty countercultural anthem of resistance and resilience. As if he was on a mission to humble pathos. Humbled!\u00a0Kylie<\/b>, if I were to be in bed, I was sure to have ‘ Tears on My Pillow ‘.<\/b><\/div>\n
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(Caveat:<\/b>\u00a0Gulzar<\/b><\/a> was also the Director of Ijaza<\/b>t. So, him having a free hand, would be more than a pen or a pun. It would be a gross understatement).<\/div>\n
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There was no time to recover as the next was our very own. Yes. ” Koi Hotha\u00a0Jisko Apna, Hum Apna Keh Lethe Yaaron<\/b>\u00a0” from Mere Apne<\/b>. Apne as a thought is big enough and Mere Apne<\/strong> makes it Machiavellian<\/strong>. Such a war of words in the battle of the mind. A relentless avalanche of angst, where desolate meets desperate, but to no avail. Begging the question, is it great expectations or a humble, easily addressable request? Was it a point of\u00a0 view or a point of no return vulnerability? Vignettes of loss and life unfold. Nudging us into wilful introspection. Questions remain!<\/div>\n
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BTW, how can anyone wear tight pants, a non descript\u00a0shirt, ride a hopelessly dilapidated, too tired looking Atlas<\/strong> bicycle(that had done its savage rebellion against any form of design thinking), sport dusty chappals ( as if a deliberate ploy to look comprehensively impoverished) and still look like a million dollars plus? I really don’t know but we could have asked Vinod Khanna <\/b>(RIP).<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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It was getting past supper time by now and what got dished out next was savoury in every sense. A breezy belter from Namkeen<\/b>: ”\u00a0Raah Pe Rahte Hain, Yado Pe Basar Karte Hain “. <\/b>And to imagine this was written several years before Ryan Holiday<\/a>‘s <\/b>seminal book ‘ The Obstacle Is The Way ‘.. <\/b>a weary traveller and concurrently where(y) traveller..romanticising the ‘ make do<\/b> ‘, questioning the very deeply rooted idea of ‘ domicile<\/b> ‘, a gentle reminder that the most expensive, ‘ moveable<\/b> ‘ but non transferrable piece of real estate is one’s ‘ memory<\/b> ‘. ” Aasman ka koi kona, thoda so gaye <\/b>..” this is not writing, it is rioting to say sky is not the limit..heaven can wait!<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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This para would be incomplete without the mention of another brilliant actor Sanjeev Kumar<\/b>(RIP). His nonchalant, effortless, freewheeling manipulation of a Tata 1210 Truck<\/b>(with NO Power Steering) in rain and throwing caution to the GPS wind, no holds barred, was the real inspiration for Ratan Tata<\/b> to buy out Jaguar Landrover <\/b>some years back. It was truck by chance. Where there is a wheel, there is a way.<\/div>\n
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Have you ever tried out wholemeal buns with cheese spread (as if sent by Whats App<\/strong>) on it? Well it tastes like saw dust with a lavish dose of water. That was my dinner done and well, dusted. By this time, I had reconciled to the fact that this evening was ‘ different ‘. Like this hum dinger\u00a0that followed from Khamoshi: ” Woh Sham Kuch Ajeeb Thi, Yeh Shaam Bhi Ajeeb Hain “. <\/b>A rocking the boat prose that finds comfort at the shores of poetic fluidity. High on hope on the one hand( a peace of mind to be falling on your lap), while being higher on hopelessness on the other, a radical candour that blended apprehension, tentativeness, expectation, vividly echoing a so near, yet so far feeling. The first two stanzas if you observe closely in the song are taking a juxtaposed stance, a first ever probably in Hindi film song writing. It was Khamoshi<\/b> talking. And the silence was deafening.<\/p>\n
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By now even the playlist had a premonition of my fate at dinner and offered something utterly therapeutic. In the form of ”\u00a0Tujhse Naraaz Nahin Zindagi Hairan Hoon Main<\/b>\u00a0” from\u00a0Masoom.\u00a0<\/b>If innocence in its purest virgin form could drum up a reservoir of guilt, nothing could have explained better. A stark reminder that our collective memory always tends towards amnesia and erasure especially of periods scarred by shame. The human propensity for appearing rather than being. How one of your biggest assets, i.e. a smile can appear as a burden of liability.\u00a0\u092e\u0941\u0938\u094d\u0915\u0941\u0930\u093e\u090a\u0902 \u0915\u092d\u0940 \u0924\u094b \u0932\u0917\u0924\u093e \u0939\u0948\u00a0\u091c\u0948\u0938\u0947 \u0939\u094b\u0902\u0920\u094b \u092a\u0947 \u0958\u0930\u094d\u095b \u0930\u0916\u093e \u0939\u0948<\/b>\u200b<\/b>. \u200bWhoa!\u00a0 <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Prime Time was setting in on Television and the options were not exactly mouth watering.\u00a0Kumkum Bhagya, Aladdin, Naagin 4\u00a0<\/b>(at it’s serpentine best against common sense) and\u00a0Suryavansham’s<\/b>\u00a0843rd\u00a0rerun\u00a0on\u00a0Set Max.<\/b> And of course, Say Yes To The Dress.<\/b> The risk averse me took the easier option. Staying\u00a0true with Gulzar.<\/b> And it was only a question of time before ” Aane Wala Pal Jaane Wala Hai<\/b>\u00a0”\u00a0from Golmaal <\/b>streamed in. Something about capturing life in a moment. Starting a movement. Acting as the emissary of time. \u090f\u0915 \u092c\u093e\u0930 \u0935\u0915\u094d\u0924 \u0938\u0947, \u0932\u092e\u094d\u0939\u093e \u0917\u093f\u0930\u093e \u0915\u0939\u0940\u0902.. probably one of the most landmark lines written. Re iterating\u00a0The Power of Now<\/b>\u00a0as\u00a0Eckhart Tolle<\/b><\/a> would have called it. Living in the moment. Not clinging onto our various illusions of stability and permanence that allow us to go on averting our gaze from our finitude, from the fact that we too will one day be washed into the impartial waters of time. Period. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Time to hang up on this post. To the Word Play of the Wordly Wise, the Word Smith, to every Word’s Worth\u00a0it. Respect.\u00a0Gulzar<\/strong><\/a>. The Czar.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
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PS<\/strong>: Just received “ Br(e)aking News<\/strong> “. SONY, the Japanese brand, is planning to sue a lot of song writers who have been using ‘ SONY ‘ in every 3rd line of their song for Copyright Infringement. Just a heads up!<\/div>\n
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Links to songs listed in this post in the order in which it has been featured:<\/div>\n
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https:\/\/gaana.com\/song\/mera-kuchh-samaan-1<\/a><\/div>\n
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https:\/\/gaana.com\/song\/koi-hota-jisko-apna<\/a><\/div>\n
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https:\/\/gaana.com\/song\/raah-pe-rahte-hain<\/a><\/div>\n
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https:\/\/gaana.com\/song\/woh-sham-kuchh-ajeeb-thi<\/a><\/div>\n
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https:\/\/gaana.com\/song\/tujhse-naraz-nahin-zindagi<\/a><\/div>\n
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https:\/\/gaana.com\/song\/aanewala-pal-janewala-hai-1<\/a><\/div>\n
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