Allah K Bande Hasde, Jo Bhi Ho Kal Phir Aayega

This song has been everyone’s favorite at some point of time or the other. For me, from being something to show off my amateur guitar skills with, to the only thing that keeps me going on utter any-weekday-blues, this song has quite been in and around playlist. Add that, to this mid week ramble that follows here about the song’s signature statement:

Allah k bande hasde
Jo bhi ho kal phir aayega

The aantel in me interprets “job hi ho kal phir aayega” in three different ways in the middle of the night.

Jo bhi ho, kal phir aayega…
No matter what, there is going to be a tomorrow. As optimistic as it can get. The validity and correctness of it, who knows?  And even if there is a tomorrow, who said it would not be as bad as today? Or better? High hopes? Go see the world, child.

Jo bhi ho, kal, phir aayega…
Whatever it is that is there today, it will repeat again tomorrow. As pessimistic as it can get. The validity and correctness of it, who knows? But who said whatever it is that is there today is so bad that it being repeated tomorrow is not something to be happy about? Never heard of Northern Lights?

Jo bhi ho kal, phir aayega…
Whatever will happen tomorrow, will happen again. As neutral as it can get. The validity and correctness of it, most of us know. Where every day is a repetition of tomorrow, of yesterday. Could be good, or bad, or just Vanilla. In Murphy, let us not always trust!

Jo Bhi Ho Kal Phir Aayega
Allah K Bande Hasde

:)

नयी कहानी

चलो फिर से कहानी लिखते है |
इस बार पन्नो पे, ख्वाहिशों का रंग काला ही रहने देते है |
पर यह ख्वाहिशें !
यह ख्वाहिश ही तो थी जिसने पहली कहानी अधूरी छोड़ दी |
फिर से ख्वाहिश ?
चमकीले पहाड़ पे एक छोटा सा अपना जहां ,
नदी के किनारे, एक मुट्ठी आसमान ,
और बस हम |
इतनी  सी ही तो थी ख्वाहिश
तब भी |
और अब्ब |
क्यों?
डर गए ?
फिरसे ?
हम्म...
चलो फिर,
एक और कहानी पे वक़्त ज़ाया नहीं करते है |

- अभिषिक्ता

Year 4. Don't Keep Me Here Again _/\_

Chapters
Heartbreaks
Laughter
Tears
Love
Hate
Strangle
Sweat
Blood
Friends
Haters
Embarrassment
Fear
Rains
Trips
Alone
Bangalore
3 years too slow
3 years too soon
Staaaaaaaaaph
Pretty please

ও আমার কথা ভাবছে কি ?

The sudden gush of wind.
Memories...
Few made, few stained,
Few, just in my head
Leading to yet another round of
ও আমার কথা ভাবছে কি ?

The sudden pour of rain.
People...
Few stayed, few left,
Few, just in my head
Leading to yet another round of
ও আমার কথা ভাবছে কি ?

-Abhishikta