Ye Ishq Hai

Aren’t we all a little about love in one way or another?

Even if it’s our poison.

A recent dialogue that played out in my head:

I turned to someone because I was scared and unsure and feeling lost and mustered a lot of courage to say: “I feel nothing.”
He turned to me and said: “Now isn’t that brilliant?”

Wanting to feel nothing and then wishing to feel something- I think we’re quite messed up. Such is love? This beautiful song kind of captures some nuisance of what I think the idea of love is.

rangoon

 

Ye Ishq hai is the kind of song that probably makes one go, “Ah. That’s nice and mellow”. And maybe you move on.
But if you listen to it carefully, there’s meaning stitched into it very, very subtly.

Two things which caught my attention in this song- the phrase Allah hu, being one. Read on to find out what this really means. I was rather surprised that I hadn’t looked it up before despite having heard it in several qawwalis.

Second- Jaage toh Tabrezi, bole toh Rumi hai.

Isn’t that just beautifully genius?

I’m not sure if I’ve cracked what that line really means. I wish I could ask the man himself 🙂 What wouldn’t I give!

PS. Tabrezi was the spiritual guide of Rumi’s.

From the film Rangoon, written by the genius Gulzar. 

And yes, Arijit Singh is magical.

Yeh-Ishq-Hai

 

Ye ishq hai
Ye ishq hai

This is love, perhaps.
This is what they call love.

Sufi ke sulfei ki
Lau uthke kehti hai
Aatish ye bujhke bhi
Jalti hi rehti hai
Ye ishq hai
Ye ishq hai

The weed this Sufi smokes
The flames quietly rise from it

Like a fire that’s burning out
But slowly keeps burning away anyway
Love is such
Such is love.

Sahil pe sar rakhke
Dariya hai soya hai
Sadiyon se behta hai
Aankhon ne boya hai
Ye ishq hai re
Ye ishq hai

As if the sea is resting
Its head
On the shore
This has been flowing for years
This ocean of feelings
It was ploughed
By my eyes

That’s love
And love’s about it all.

Tanhai dhunta hai
Parchhai bunta hai
Resham si nazron ko
Aankhon se sunta hai
Ye ishq hai
Ye ishq hai

Love walks around
Love stitches together shadows
The silky eyes
And the things they say
It hears it all from its eyes
Such is love
That’s love

Sufi ke sulfei ki
Lau uthi, allah hoo
Jalte hi rehna hai
Baaki na main na tu
Ye ishq hai re
Ye ishq hai

The flames are rising
From what this Sufi smokes
It will keep burning forever
And we’re nothing
No one in front of it
We’re nothing in front of love
That’s love
Such is love

Bekhud se rehta hai
Ye kaisa Sufi hai
Jaage toh Tabrezi
Bole toh Rumi hai

Mostly out of his senses
I wonder kind of Sufi he is

When he’s awake, he’s much like the master
Tabrezi
But when he talks
He seems to become the disciple- Rumi

Ye ishq hai
Ye ishq hai

Love is weird.
But such is love.
That’s love.

Naam Gum Jayega

I think the most difficult things we have to say are also the simplest. If only we find the right words.

And the right mind.
Or heart.
And. We. Run. With. It.

What happens when we don’t? What happens when you don’t do either of those things?

Poetry is born.

Naam Gum Jayega, written by Gulzar sahab and sung by the beautiful Lata Mangeshkar.
And it’s her birthday today! 😀 So cool.
Music is R.D. Burman’s and from the film Kinara.

Just listen?

 

 

Naam gum jayega
Chehra ye badal jayga
Meri aawaz hi pehchaan hai
‘Gar yaad rahe..

My name will fade away
My face will also change
My voice is thus, my only identity
If
You remember it..

Waqt ke sitam  kam haseen nahi
Aaj hain yahaan kal kahin nahi
Waqt se pare agar mil gaye kahin
Meri aawaz hi pehchaan hai
‘Gar yaad rahe..

The hardships time makes us go through
Aren’t any less charming

Today they’re here
Tomorrow they aren’t
And if we meet sometime
Beyond these realms of time
My voice will be my only identity
Should you remember..

Jo guzar gayi, kal ki baat thi
Umr toh nahi, ek raat thi
Raat ka sira, agar phir mile kahin
Meri aawaz hi pehchaan hai
‘Gar yaad rahe

You and I? We’re the past now
It wasn’t a lifetime, and only a night
If you ever find a strand of that one night again
Remember, you can find me from my voice
My only identity

Din dhale jahaan, raat pass ho
Zindagi ki lau, unchi kar chalo
Yaad aaye ‘gar kabhi, jee udaas ho
Meri aawaz hi pehchaan hai
‘Gar yaad rahe..

When the day fades away
And night’s about to fall
Raise the wick of life
Just a bit highter
Whenever you find yourself missing me
And you feel let down
My voice is how you’ll find me
If you remember..

Naam gum jayega
Chehra ye badal jayga
Meri aawaz hi pehchaan hai
‘Gar yaad rahe..

lata_youth

 

Devnagari script:

नाम गम जाएगा
चेहरा ये बदल जाएगा
मेरी आवाज़ ही पहचान है
‘गर याद रहे..

वक़्त के सितम काम हसीं नहीं
आज हैं यहां कल कहीं नहीं
वक़्त के परे अगर मिल गए कहीं
मेरी आवाज़ ही पहचान है
‘गर याद रहे..

जो गुज़र गयी, कल की बात थी
उम्र तो नहीं, एक रात थी
रात का सिरा, अगर फिर मिले कहीं
मेरी आवाज़ ही पहचान है
‘गर याद रहे..

दिन ढले जहाँ, रात पास हो
ज़िन्दगी की लौ, ऊँची कर चलो
याद आए ‘गर कभी, जी उदास हो
मेरी आवाज़ ही पहचान है
‘गर याद रहे..

नाम गम जाएगा
चेहरा ये बदल जाएगा
मेरी आवाज़ ही पहचान है
‘गर याद रहे..

Mera Kuch Samaan

Ijaazat. If you’ve seen the film, you know what it means.
If you haven’t, you should definitely give it a shot.

I had heard all its songs a long time ago but never got around to watching the film until last week.

“Ek sau solah chaand ki raatein
Ek tumhaare kaandhe ka til.”

I was born on May 11. This year, right after all the birthday wishes died down a little past midnight, I prepared myself for my own little present to myself- Ijaazat.

I don’t want to give away what this film is all about, but I will tell you this:

You realize that yes, life can be filled with complexities and sometimes, just sometimes, it chooses to make you suffer because.. it’s poetic? Because love is.. fucked up *anyway*?

The other day I was discussing with some friends how we choose to suffer for some things only because it means so much. And sometimes we do it irrationally because it just feels right. That’s when you actually realize how much you think something is really worth, and that’s when you decide.

The following piece has been written by the genius Gulzar. Needless to say, it is beautiful beyond the words I’ve typed below.

There is a scene where Rekha (the wife) is brushing her hair and Naseeruddin Shah reads out a letter from an ex-lover to her. This is.. what the letter is, which then transforms into a beautiful song:

 

Ik dafaa wo yaad hai tumko
Bin batti jab cycle ka chaalaan hua tha
Humnein kaise bookhe-pyaase bechaaron si acting ki thi
Havaldaar ne ulta ek atthani dekar bhej diya tha
Ek chavanni meri thi..
Wo bhijwa do.

Saawan ke kuch bheege bheege din rakhe hain
Aur mere ik khat mein lipti raat padi hai
Wo raat bujha do
Aur bhi kuch saamaan tumhare pass pada hai
Wo bhijwa do..

Patjhad hain kuch
Patjhad mein kuch patton ke girne ki aahat
Kaanon mein ek baar pehenkar laut aayi thi
Patjhad ki wo shaakh abhi tak kaanp rahi hai..
Wo shaakh gira do
Mera wo samaan lauta do.

Ek akeli chhatri mein jab aadhe aadhe bheeg rahe the
Aadhe sookhe, aadhe geele
Sookha toh main le aayi thi
Geela mann shayad bistar ke pass pada ho
Wo bhijwa do.
Mera wo samaan lauta do.

Ek sau solaan chaand ki raatein
Ek tumhare kaandhe ka til.
Geeli mehndi ki khushbhoo
Jhooth mooth ke shikve kuch
Jhooth mooth ke vaade bhi sab yaad karadun
Sab bhijwa do.
Mera wo samaan lauta do.

Sab bhijwa do.
Mera wo samaan lauta do.

Ik ijaazat dedo bas
Jab isko dafanaungi
Main bhi wahin so jaungi..

Main bhi wahin so jaungi.

Translation:

इक दफ़ा वो याद है तुमको
बिन बत्ती जब साइकिल का चालान हुआ था?
हमने कैसे भूखे-प्यासे बेचारों सी एक्टिंग की थी
हवलदार ने उल्टा एक अट्ठनी देकर भेज दिया था
एक चव्वनी मेरी थी
वो भिजवा दो..

Do you remember that time
When we were fined because we had no lights on our bike?
We managed to act like some poor chaps
And the cop in turn gave us some money!
Half of that was.. mine
Send them back.

सावन के कुछ भीगे भीगे दिन रखे हैं
और इक खत में लिपटी रात पड़ी है
वो रात बुझा दो
और भी कुछ सामान तुम्हारे पास पड़ा है
वो भिजवा दो..

I’d kept some days soaked in that weather
And a letter in which I’d wrapped up one night
Put an end to that night, won’t you?
There’s some more things..
Send them back.

पतझड़ हैं कुछ
पतझड़ में कुछ पत्तों के गिरने की आहात
कानों में पहनकर लौट आई थी
पतझड़ की वो शाख अभी तक
काँप रही है
वो शाख गिरा दो
मेरा वो सामान लौटा दो..

Autumn..
The crackling sound of the leaves in autumn
I wore some of it on my ear and came back one day
That branch it fell off of?
It’s still shaking and shedding away
Stop that, will you?
Send them back to me.

एक अकेली छतरी में जब
आधे आधे भीग रहे थे
आधे सूखे आधे गीले
सूखा तो मैं ले आई थी
गीला मन शायद बिस्तर के पास पड़ा हो
वो भिजवा दो
मेरा वो सामान लौटा दो

One umbrella and the two of us
Halves of us.. drenched in that rain
Half wet.. Half dry
I brought back the dry parts
I think I left the wet ones behind next to the bed
Won’t you send that?
Send my things back to me.

एक सौ सोलह चाँद की रातें
एक तुम्हारे काँधे का तिल
गीली मेहँदी की खुशबू
झूठ-मूठ के शिकवे कुछ
झूठ-मूठ के वादे भी सब याद करदूं
सब भिजवा दो
मेरा वो सामान लौटा दो

116 nights of the moon
That mole on your shoulder
The smell of henna on my palms
The fake arguments we had
I thought I’ll remind you of those fake promises too
Why don’t you send those too?
Send my things back to me.

सब भिजवा दो
मेरा वो सामान लौटा दो

Send everything..
Send my things back to me.

एक इजाज़त देदो बस
जब इनको दफ़नउंगी
मैं भी वहीँ सो जाउंगी

If only you’d allow
When I bury all these things away
I’ll get buried alongside those.

मैं भी वहीँ सो जाउंगी..
I’ll get buried alongside those.. things.