Everybody hurts… by Pritish Nandy

We all live with weltschmerz in these difficult times. There’s no exact translation of this charming word coined by Jean Paul Richter in 1810. What it suggests is a kind of world weariness that has entered our lives. What you can call a universal pain. Everyone lives with it and yet everyone is in denial of it. That’s why we have this great love affair with the entertainment business. Movies. Broadway. Vegas. The IPL. Formula One. We are living in the greatest era of escapism simply because we live in the greatest era of pain.

This pain is not always personal. It’s not just about you and me and those who we love. You see it in the eyes of the urchin who comes begging to you at a street corner. She has lost her childhood, her innocence. You see it in the eyes of those who work for you at home, cooking, cleaning, washing your clothes, or taking your well groomed dogs out for a walk. Each one of them, however well you may take care of them, dreams that one day they will walk away to be their own master. You see it in the eyes of your colleagues at work, however enthusiastic they may be about what they do. The long travel to work, the pitiable condition of public transportation, the missing footpaths, the growing pollution, the problems with putting kids through school and college, the frequent confrontations over rent, power, water, tax: everything contributes to this weltschmerz. It’s everywhere.

I see it in parties and film premieres too. There’s something very tragic in watching middle aged men and women dressed in absurd designer togs, their hair dyed and faces botoxed, prancing around like teenagers and pretending to have a great time. There are more sad-eyed drunks and dope heads there than in the dance bars of suburban Mumbai or the glitzy discotheques of five star hotels. While the real youngsters of this generation, equally sad-eyed, shot and lonely, are racing down empty Mumbai roads late at night on rented souped up bikes trying to prove their machismo. They challenge danger because they find it tougher to challenge life. They hide their pain by escaping it. So do their parents who helplessly watch them suffer, knowing that sermons don’t help.

The day we all realise this, that the rich is in as much pain as the poor, that the employer is having as tough a time as the employee, that the cop who asks you for a bribe lives as sad a life as you, the pickpocket you catch has risked being lynched because he has no other alternative means of livelihood, that the movie star you idolise is as lonely as you are, that the one who brutalises you is perhaps as brutalised by life as you are, the less we will seek to blame others for our fate. You will feel less anger against that guy in the tax office who asks you for a bribe when you realise he is still paying back, after ten years on his job, his father’s debt for getting him the job. We are lucky. The Americans are consuming today what their next 13 generations will have to pay for. The Greeks will be lucky if their next generation can survive their current crisis.

We have, all of us, mortgaged our futures to pay for being around. No, I am not saying this. Ask anyone who understands economics or the environment and they will tell you this. Yet man bravely strides ahead. As we flirt with more pain, more danger, we discover more and more ways to seek gratification, more technology to flaunt, more entertainment to excite us and, most important, more dreams to chase. So we pursue new ways to earn more money, grow more food, hunt down more pleasures, seek to extend our life spans. British scientists recently declared that by 2050 we will find a way to overcome mortality.

This is the miracle of our times. Even as most things go wrong, man’s ingenuity to seek hope and happiness keeps improving. But where we fail most is in sustaining relationships. The best companies collapse, as do the best marriages, the best rock groups, the most intense relationships because our weltschmerz makes us lonely islands of pain. That’s why last week, when R.E.M broke up after 31 years, I remembered their most popular song, which became the anthem of our times. Everybody hurts. Yes, everybody hurts. And that is why we hurt each other so much.


77 Responses to “Everybody hurts… by Pritish Nandy”

  1. I enjoyed this post immensely. Even AB had a few points to ponder over on his blog today. I hope he reads this.

  2. And I am expecting a whole array of interesting comments on this.

    • Muraliraja Says:

      Interesting observation & wonderful writing by PN. But do we really want to over complicate life thinking too much? Should we analyze the joy we have is good or bad? Is it necessary to know what we have is best?

      • Good Questions. Reader has the answers, not PN. πŸ™‚

      • Not at all, Murali… I hope Sharmila is being cynical…

        Sorry if this disappoints you. Reader doesn’t have the answers. Reader only says what Readers reads and deciphers. Reader knows nothing. I have not grown a day older than what I was at the age of 9.

        Ofcourse the answers are all there. But who wants to know?

        If you say Pritish Nandy, I am sure he knows it already. If he writes something which his readers don’t understand, he gets ignored. If he says something they can feel he gets rogered for having a colonial hangover. Poor chappie. His readers make him work hard for his money. I think his children should realise his state and let him retire.

        There is something about teaching and learning that is said by Atharvan. The thing about learning is, majority of the humans learn only if and when it is necessary, either as an outcome of a process or in the hope of beginning or improving one that is already underway. Learning as in being objective acquisition of knowledge. Commonly they say, a teacher comes when the student is ready.

        However, I am one of those who learn for learning sake. No strings attached. No objectives whatsoever.

        Because, most of what I remember about mytholoigcal stories were told to me by the bedside to put me to sleep. Grandma or mother never completed any stories.

        Like, I remember Pralhad sitting by the river side or Shravan getting shot by the hunter or the elephant being bitten by a crocodile etc. Most of the time when I heard the stories as a kid, I would be fast asleep before it got over.

        I never knew how those stories ended till I read them myself later.

        I dropped the narrative on Rama yesterday because it is not the right time. It is a huge unsolicited distraction when it is not the main subject.

        No one wants to change tracks in the middle of a journey. Pritish Nandy’s post was only about broken and damaged people. Neither the causes nor the cure. Pukka art film material.

      • I meant PN would know, but, it would be difficult to get him to elaborate, unless one can sit and have a chat with him. Reader would elaborate as he has in this very reply, in his own profound way.

  3. Ufff… tired…. trying day… its always testing while navigating a course for brilliant process engineers.. their IQs are decades ahead of the rest of the world… the challenge is to drag them out of their comfort zones and make them think about Risk and Integrity Management (RIM)… these guys are like doctors… licensed to kill…

    Anyway… just back home…

    I haven’t read the post above yet… except that it is written by Pritish Nandy.. where is the photo of the shining moony pate?

    I didn’t know AB and Nandy are blogging in tandem… I don’t visit their sites… its too expensive.. I can’t afford the charges… I am paying an average OMR 50/- ( about INR 6000/-) per month for my internet service even though I open only Dilbert, AOL and your blog. They charge by the total GB downloaded… about OMR 10/- per GB which is INR 1200/- per GB….

    Your site with all the photographs and links is close to 1MB each click!

    Back soon. Need to freshen up first. Shall read and comment in an hour. Its only 0700 PM local time. Almost 0830 India and 1100 PM HK. Good night to you. Hope Aish is online…

  4. Good observations by Mr. Nandy. Written like an unaffected poet.

    If you don’t mind, I am going to take several entries to risk my opinions on this.

    I don’t know what AB has written. I saw what Murali said on the other page. I feel, its a shame that AB has to work for money at the age of 70.

    My father, was born on November 14, 1926 and was a Central Government employee till 1983. He retired at 57 and lived upto 2009. He earned more pension in 26 years of retirement than he earned in his entire 30 years of service!

    He was sixteen years elder to AB.

    My dad never worked in his lifetime because he was a government employee, and never worked after retirement either. God doesn’t bless anyone like that anymore.

    Strange. I envy my dad sometimes.

    I wish I had less work than what I am not doing right now. Is there anything called less than nothing?


    Before I begin on Mr. Nandy’s subject, I must cook dinner for myself.

    I am single, na? It doesn’t take time, but cutting the onions and watching the daal takes time. I don’t cook in the microwave. (Don’t tell anyone, but one of the reasons is that I don’t have a microwave.)

    Another is that vegetables taste entirely different when cooked on open flames in dry heat and if cooked in the microwave.

    Back soon….

  5. These are my responses to Mr. Nandy’s post:

    In his first years of teens, Lord Rama returned home from schooling and his father King Dashratha allowed him to travel across the nation to see important places.

    Rama, accompanied by his brothers Laxman and Shatrughan, visited all the places along the big rivers: Prayag, Benaras, Kashi, Gaya, Kedarnath, Pushkar from the Himalayas to the Vindhyas including the volcano at Jagannath Puri. (These are pilgrimage destinations today. Puri Jagannath is no more a volcano. It was called the source of life and abode of Brahma in the Vedic period)

    At the age of 15, Rama suffered a severe episode of depression. He withdrew from all social life. He was disappointed with what he had seen. He saw no cause or purpose of life on earth.

    His father was distressed. He was hoping that Rama would succeed him as a brave warrior king. What he was witnessing was a son drifting away from his calling and behaving like a mendicant.

    Fortunately, Vishwamitra arrived at the court of Dashratha at the same time. He wanted to train Rama in warfare to protect his territory where he indulged in his occupations. Vishwamitra’s life is another epic. Not the theme of this narrative.

    When he made his request, Dashratha expressed his concerns about Rama’s state of dejection.

    Dashratha and consequently Rama’s dharma guru was Vashishtha.

    Vashishtha urged Dashratha to let him speak to Rama. Dashratha was naturally delighted.

    The conversation between Vashishtha and Rama after this is a 2000 page omnibus called Yoga-Vashishtha – one of the finest explanations of the purpose of life.

    I’ll describe it briefly in a few entries, hereafter.

    [Some of the surprising teachings in it are:

    1. There is NO ‘volitional’ God.

    2. IDOL WORSHIP is prohibited. (Aatmam samvitti roopam… etc! (29.129)… The soul is everything.. etc)]

    (To be continued… coming up.. the conversation…)

    PS: Aish, Sharmila: Cut me off if this boring… please..

  6. But before the conversation a small descritpion of Rama’s state by one of his attendants:

    A despondent Rama sat in his own chambers like a bee sleeps in a lotus at night. The meetings with Brahmins during his tour had destroyed his will to live. He gave up even routine rituals like bathing, worshipping, distribution of alms or eating meals with relish.

    He did not divert himself in the gardens to enjoy the company of other mates. He removed all his ornaments and decorations. He was desireless.

    Yet he was sorrowful all the time. He looked at everything with great pain and helplessness. He saw grief in the joy and happiness that others expressed before him.

    He was not moved by the sight of prosperity nor saddened by adversity. He called them both unreal.

    Like a savage, he rejoiced in lonely places, in remote corners and silence.

    He was averse to food, clothing and shelter. He began to sound and appear like an ascetic.

    He became indifferent to music, laughter and to liveliness. His mind was forever distracted by his state.

    He had no affection, nor anger towards the living or the dead.

    He chanted to himself that his life was a complete waste, spent in vain cares, estranged from the state of absolute bliss.

    Rama marveled at nothing thereafter.

    He says, ‘it is an error to call one thing prosperity and another adversity, both are imagined’

    He was convinced of the vanity of actions and shirked away from anything that supports life.

    It was in this pathetic state that Vishwamitra and Vashistha intervened in Rama’s life.

    They touched a spirit in him that turned him from a prince to a King and thereon to a deity and finally to an avatar. Rama’s life was completely transformed by Vashistha.

    (To be continued… coming up next.. Rama checkmates Vishwamitra first.. and then confronts Vashishtha. Ofcourse the sages won in the end. They knew their business.)

  7. And I hope our lines are connected. Or am I speaking in the dark??

    Tell me, once in a while, that you are reading… I like things to be live..

  8. Aishwarya Says:

    ‘Weltschmerz’ is a word I haven’t heard before. Which may be a good thing because it would indicate that I do not have a philosophical ailment that I want to give a name to.
    On the other hand, ‘mittelschmerz ‘ is the pain around the time of ovulation that women have with monthly cycles. From what I understand, ‘weltschemrz’, which has a similar ring to it, is not monthly. It is permanent. It affects not only women but men too. No one is spared. And there is no cure? That sounds grave!

    If a person is useful to himself, his family and his society, such terms will seem meaningless. People vying for freedom from their families usually end up lonely and depressed. The shearing strain of pulling away from our values, tradition and culture can be painful. This may also be what the crème de la crème is suffering from. A feeling that their worldy possessions are more important than their families leads to a tug-of-war till they find themselves alone in a crowd. But are we all Madan Puri/Kanhaiyalal/Lalita Pawar reincarnates from our movies to behave so?

    The way I see it, the pain of the poor is not as hopeless as that of the rich. The uselessness of the page 3 rich is a pain. As are wearing stilettos. Why not avoid both? The rich behaving like spoilt brats and expecting sympathy at that is humbug. Occasional moments of frustration and discontent and wallowing in self-pity is natural but the misery of a permanent pain with no choice or solution is an irrational thought that I don’t buy.

  9. Okay. I get the idea. I’ll cut this short. Real short.

    The sum and substance of my response (that is relevant to Mr. Nandy’s post) is this:

    Life, as we know the one that exists in our living corpses, is often mistaken as a form of divinity. Firstly, its not a form and secondly it is simply what we know it is – life in a living corpse. The source or cause of this life is the Divinity.

    The stupid, illiterate, god-fearing, people of rural and semi-urban India do not know enough to feel fear, anger, malice, envy or jealousy towards those who are blessed with more happiness than they are – Happier ones such as may be their neighbours, landlords or local politicians. Their pain, injuries, sufferings are private and personal. It does not translate into hatred for the happy. At least not yet, till education reaches them in its present form.

    I know Mr. Nandy never relates to the non-english speaking masses of India. Obviously his statement that ‘everybody hurts and that is why we hurt each other so much’ is addressed to his own stereotype, and it is perfect in every sense.

  10. Faced with the choice between changing one’s mind and proving that there is no need to do so, almost everyone gets busy on the proof – John Kenneth Galbraith

    Its very difficult to say whats in the other person’s mind, even if the words are familiar most of the times.

    Two nuns are riding their bicycles through the back streets of Rome. One leans over to the other and says, β€œI’ve never come this way before.” The other nun whispers, β€œIt’s the cobblestones……!!!!!!!”

  11. High school girl asks her mother: Ma, What is sex?
    Mother: Sex is a car and hundred dollars

    Girl asks: Ma, what is Super Sex?
    Mother: Super sex is a limousine and a thousand dollars in your pocket.

    And then the girl asks: Ma, what is love?
    Mother: Love is a lie invented by men for free sex…!

  12. Kaun Banega Crorepathi, stunning moments:

    AB: Bhai Sahab, namaskar.

    Contestant: Namaskar

    AB: Toh yeh bataiye, aap ka pitaji ka naam kya hai?

    Contestant: Okay

    AB: Ji, bataaiye

    Contestant: Batayenge Sir. Aap pehle option toh bataiye!

  13. Unusual things happen on unusual days.

    Once AB decided to take the steering and asked his driver sit in the back. And in an unexpected moment he broke the red signal at the traffic lights. A most unusual thing for AB.

    The cop who stopped him was in for more surprise.

    He pulled up AB and called his boss on the phone.

    “Sir, please come here quick. JVPD scheme, turn 10.”

    “Why,” asked his boss, “Whats the matter?”

    “I have a very big celebrity who has broken the traffic rule. Please come now. I don’t know what to do.”

    “Who is the celebrity?”

    “I don’t know Sir. Must be really big. He has hired Amitabh Bachchan as his driver.”

  14. Here is a stark cinematic presentation of three types of damaged personalities. Watch the whole song… please…

    First: The singer, played by Manoj Kumar, vacillating between defeat and vengeance, says ‘Enough is enough.. stop or I’ll get even!”

    Second: The woman, lucifer, played by Zeenat Aman, completely damaged in every sense

    Third: The accidental victim, played by Shashi Kapoor, hurt but without ill-feelings for anyone.

  15. There is fourth type found in the most developed human habitations on earth.

    No need for any definitions. The actor presents everything perfectly from the soul to style.

  16. Incidentally, the fourth one comes with a marketing pack and an escape clause in the contract:

  17. The classical, fairy tale end of the fourth category:

    [BTW: The signature tune in the background given by Kalyandji Anandji is the same one that they had done for a previous superhit movie produced, directed and starring Devanand – Johny Mera Naam.]

  18. Wishing you all a very happy Ayudha Puja, may the Goddess Saraswati bless us more with what we lack. Just done with the puja. Hope you all had a festive day?

    • Ayem Shreem Hreem Kreem Duum…

      Five forms of the female gender… Ayudha is used by Kreem (Kali) and Dum (Durga), not Ayem (Saraswati). Ayem uses akshara, knowledge.

      Shreem is Laxmi and Hreem is the ultimate illusion – the earth.

      Those five words are the beeja (seed) mantra of different types of women.

      Each person has at least one beeja that fires his/her living spirit.

  19. Now going through Readers comments. Will reply soon.

  20. Happy Vijayadashmi (Dushera) to all… may you be victorius in all your battles…

    • Aishwarya Says:

      Wishing you all a blessed and joyous Dussehra!

      • Thank you Aish!

      • Aish,

        Stop me if I have said this before.

        That song “Sukh ke sab saathi, dukh mein na koi’ was written by Sahir, sung by Rafi and presented by Dilip Kumar. All devoted Muslims.

        Just shows how common the essential nature of devotion is. Doesn’t matter whom it is addressed to.

        My learning: Its easy to share stuff with someone who is completely on this side or the other. Its impossible to speak to the type that refuse to be honest.

        This song demonstrates total integrity, both in the words and the characters of its creators.

    • Thank you Reader. Battles we shall face. I can almost hear a conch in the rumbling earth.

  21. Prabhu Ramchandra keh gaye siya se…

  22. Hey Raam, I have nothing to ask… you know whats right, wrong, true, false, good, bad, correct and incorrect

  23. There is no escaping… thats all there is…

  24. A wealth I found… come share it… if its time…

  25. One of Jagjit Singh, for Jagjit Singh… Get well.. come back soon…

    • This is surprising. Never heard before. Also, I didn’t know Yesudas sings religious bhajans. I thought he is a convert. His voice is amazing. Love his hindi songs. Surely more than those of SP Balasubrabrabrabramanium. πŸ™‚

      • Aishwarya Says:


        The lyrics, music and voice of Janaki Jaane is divine. I am so glad you enjoyed it.

        Yesudas has sung over 50000 songs since 1961, that’s 50 years! He was not allowed to enter the Guruvayur temple because he is a non-Hindu. Yet, it is his rendition of ‘Harivarasanam’ that is played at Sabarimala as the Lord’s lullaby before the temple doors close at night.

        SPB’s songs in Maine pyar kiya and Hum aapke hain kaun were great…

  26. As a kid, when I didn’t know the difference between a prayer and worship, I had a one-sided demanding relationship with God. Something like what Bush said. ‘Your either with me, or against me’

    I had learnt the following song by-heart; just in case at the last moment if I forgot what I wanted… pure blackmail as you’ll notice… πŸ™‚

    • Aishwarya Says:

      …Ram, nahi toh kar doonga saare jag mein tujhe badnaam…

      Yep, black mail… πŸ™‚

      If not for Om Prakash’s angelic face, this reminds me of AB in the scene from Deewar…the negotiations at the temple…

      • You are right, AB in that scene evoked the same response.

        Aaaaaajh….. Khush toh bahot honge tum… khush toh honge ki tum jeet gaye aur mayn haar gaya… magar tum jante ho ki jis waqt mayn yahan khada hun, woh aurat… woh aurat…etc… aur yeh tumhaari haar hayn… haan… yeh… tumhaari haar hayn…

        I remember when he said the first line it actually sounded funny… as if there is a conflict of interest between God and him… but the strength of the script of that entire movie is that that divide has been consistently retained through out the film…

        The conflict of interest is made very obvious in the last scene, when AB’s character arrives at the temple.

        He is shot in the back and staggering up the stairs, yet he is completely focussed. He has no time for the divine or the ambience. He is there to meet his mother. And she is all he can see.

        The bells hanging from the roof become mere ropes to keep him from falling. Suddenly the temple ceases to be a place of worship or piety, it is only a place for his rendevzous.

        Finally, when he comes crashing to the floor the entire temple and everything disappear from reference . They don’t re-appear again till he is dead and the conflict is finally resolved.

        The only person who is torn between the two philosophies is the mother. Her painful cry at the end rends the stillness of the surroundings like a shock wave passing through the entire edifice including the idol of the divinity occupying the space. The camera zooms out slowly to bring back the references. Nonetheless her conflict continues…

        Here is that scene:

      • Aishwarya Says:

        The pathos of the individual characters in the backdrop of the temple felt like an opera…so finely orchestrated… Poetically described. Thank you…

        I love AB’s relationship with the mother characters in his movies…whether the dutiful, neglected, lost or just plain pampered son, he does it with elan.

        In Cheeni kum, for eg., he brings his mother her medicines and asks her to take them on time, so she can, for a long time, continue to torture him with her poor cooking! The dry humor does not hide the affection and care he has for her. Lovely.

      • Lets agree to disagree on Cheeni Kum. I know you think it was good movie.

        I think it was bad. AB was a complete disaster in that movie.

        Many reasons.

        One. Poor direction. None of the characters get scenes to build up. The movie launches into one event after another.

        Two. AB’s character is rootless, like an NRI. There was no Indian flavor except that it was in Hindi and the mother was Punjabi. I don’t think the movie did well in India, it just doesn’t connect.

        Tabu’s role is a bit of a respite. She is quite comfortable within her skin and fits the bill of a calculative british spinster.

        I’d give it ‘1’ on a scale of ‘A to Z’. (Which means it doesn’t even start on the scale… πŸ™‚ )

        Now, you better tell me why you think it is better than how bad I said it is.

        Or.. accept my verdict… πŸ˜›

      • Aishwarya Says:

        Why I think it’s better than how bad you said it is…

        1. It’s a saucy sassy romantic comedy. My favorite genre.
        2. It stars AB and Tabu. The magic of two finest actors at work. Amazing chemistry and feisty mischievous banter that erases away the age difference.
        3. It touches the highest notes of emotion without getting melodramatic. Quite non-Bollywood that way, which is wonderful.
        4. P.C. Sreeram’s cinematography, Ilaiyaraja’s music.

        Cheeni Kum is a refreshing, intelligent, non-syrupy romance. Two unlikely people falling in love. Without Tabu having to wet herself with a garden hose to make the romance happen. The movie is classy. Just the way I like it.

        BTW, you feel NRIs are rootless??


      • Okay. I think thats fair. I have a fixed comparison to the English version which got nominations for Oscars. It was played by Dustin Hoffman, who migartes from the US to UK and settles for the girl.

        AB has obviously done the role differently. Dustin Hoffman’s character is shown taking himself too seriously. AB downplays that aspect very well.

        But I didn’t find anything humorous in the concept. Comic yes, humorous, no.

        Tabu… I don’t know why you think she is good opposite AB. She stands no chance.

      • Yes, I do feel NRI who are out here to work as employees become rootless after some time. The home territory changes so rapidly these days. A whole new generation takes over every few years.

      • Aishwarya Says:

        If you watch as many Hindi remakes and Tamil-Malayalam originals as I do, you would have long given up making fixed comparisons!

        Having said that, Reader, I honestly feel considering the Hollywood movies and the Oscars as a gold standard for Indian movies is not fair…

        Or may be that’s just me.


      • Absolutely agree about comparisons. Unfair to the artists on both sides.

        It just happens.

        Not only did I not like Black, I hated Sanjay Bhansali for trying something completely outside his skill set.

        AB is no match to the lady who plays Anne Sullivan in the biopic on Hellen Keller named “The Miracle Worker”. And Rani Mukherjee is best ignored.

        But as you said it is not fair to the actors when they are given roles that have been twisted out of shape.

        Heres a clip of “The Miracle Worker”. Check it out. AB is too melodramatic and hysterical as a teacher. This lady is simply ecstatic. A fine difference if you agree.

      • Aishwarya Says:

        The hand pump is a fine difference.

        Just kidding. πŸ™‚

        What I see is the greatness of a teacher. In Black. And in black and white.

      • Hmmm.. okay.

        Seems like you are blinded by AB’s stature. Feels like you don’t think he is an actor. You see HIM acting.

        World of difference.

        I hope he doesn’t relish that, if he thinks he is a good actor. (Which we know he is ofcourse)

      • Agree about the greatness of a teacher. No socialist or altruist can ever do what a teacher does.

        The greatness of a teacher is in stepping back at the right moment and allowing the student perform.

        I had teachers who took great pride in watching me do something and bringing it back to them for an assessment. Most of them would only say, ‘Good’, but they were usually choked with a deep sense of satisfaction.

      • Aishwarya Says:

        For me, movies are purely for my entertainment, Reader. I see it as my time well spent. Like I recently watched Dil Chahta Hai on UTV and absolutely loved it.

        I don’t go crazy over any actor, not even AB. Which may be why I don’t see a reason to make comparisons with the West or wonder if AB relishes what I think of him or not. That I enjoyed Cheeni Kum as a viewer will do. He did well and it was paisa vasool for me. Bas.

      • Aishwarya Says:

        Yes, me too. I had this Maths teacher in high school who liked me so much, she wanted her son to marry me! That was a narrow escape. For him. πŸ™‚

        I also had a Physics teacher who was so choked to see my experiments on electromagnetic field. Just choked. No satisfaction. πŸ˜›

  27. My weekend afternoon starts now… so keeping in tune with the Raam theme for the day.. I am going to hit the bed for a long nap…

  28. I am back from the deep…

    But before saying anything let me offer my prayer to Lord Rama. My all time favorite. I like to play this on the flute, no matter how badly I play.

    • I don’t know why my eyes wet while seeing this one. I still miss my parents and my childhood. I’ll never grow up…

      • Songs do it to the best and worst of us Reader. I know how it feels too. If there is one thing i would desperately seek again, it would be my childhood. Again.

      • Sharmila,

        I can reply to this only with a song.

        But to add value, let me translate it fast while it plays in the background:

        Ek hasrat thi ke aanchal ka mujhe pyaar mile
        Mayne manzil ko talasha, mujhe bazaar mile

        Zindagi! Aur bataa tera iraada kya hai…

        … … … I nursed a desire to live in the tresses of love
        … … … I sought this goal, but I found trading houses

        … … … Life! Tell me what other aims you have…

        Mujko pyda kiya sansarme do laashon ne
        Aaur barbaad kiya kaum ke aiyaashon ne

        Tere daaman mein bata mautse jyada kya hai…

        Zindagii aaur bataa teraa iraada kyaa hai…
        Mayne manzil ko talasha, mujhe bazaar mile

        … … … I was delivered into this world by two corpses
        … … … And devastated by heretics in the community

        … … … Tell me, what substance are you besides death…

        … … … My Life! Tell me, what other aims you have
        … … … I sought the goal but I found trading houses

        Jo bhi tasveer banaata hun bigad jaati hai
        Dekhate dekhate duniiya hi uujad jaati hai

        Meri kashti tera toofan se waada kya hai…

        Zindagii aaur bataa teraa iraada kyaa hai
        Mayne manzil ko talasha, mujhe bazaar mile

        … … … Every canvas that I try to paint is mutilated
        … … … My universe is ruined right before my eyes

        … … … My sail! Tell me, what’ve you promised the tempest…

        … … … My Life! Tell me, what other aims you have
        … … … I sought the goal but I found trading houses

        Tuune jo dard diya uski kasam khaata hun
        Itnaa jyaada hai ehsaan se daba jaata hun

        Meri taqdeer bataa aur taqaaza kya hai…

        Zindagii aaur bataa teraa iraada kyaa hai
        Mayne manzil ko talasha, mujhe bazaar mile

        … … … I attest by the pain that you’ve given me
        … … … Its so much that I subdue it with humility

        … … … My Fate! Tell me, what more do you have in store

        … … … My Life! Tell me, what other aims you have
        … … … I sought the goal but I found trading houses

        Maine jazbat ke sang khelate daulat dekhi
        Apni aankhon se mohabbat kii tijarat delhi

        Aisi duniya mein mere waaste rakha kya hai…

        Zindagii aaur bataa teraa iraada kyaa hai
        Mayne manzil ko talasha, mujhe bazaar mile

        … … … I have seen wealth play with raw emotions
        … … … I have seen the trade of love with my eyes

        … … … What is there for me in such a world…?

        … … … My Life! Tell me, what other aims you have
        … … … I sought the goal but I found trading houses

        Aadmi chaahe to taqdeer badal sakata hai
        Puuri duniya ki wo tasveer badal sakat hai

        Aadmi soch to le uska iraada kya…

        … … … If man wishes he can change his own destiny
        … … … He can change the portrait of the whole world

        … … … But Man should decide what his intention is…

        (Translation Mine)

  29. There are some times a chap like me remembers his mother… when he is in deeeeeeeep trouble… πŸ™‚

  30. Or sometimes one seeks divine intervention… siya raam siya raam…

  31. The age old belief is that Raam saves one from temptations… even when one doesn’t want to be saved… like this one..

  32. When Mahatma Gandhi was shot, he said, “Hey Raam” and peacefully handed in his dinner pail, as he was not going to be home for dinner.

    Hmmm… what if he was alive today?

    Politicians better watch out… coming soon… Gandhi II

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