Growing up in a communist backdrop, this song was played and sung every evening, on a dark grey tape recorder, after my father came back from work!
As a child I never quite paid heed to the lyrics, not that I was not a Lyrics Police, but this was way before words made sense.
When Coke Studio brought this back to me, it almost brought me a piece of my childhood of the red bricked beautiful house! And ofcourse a deep realisation that we were probably the last generation to have cherished such rich language jewels!
Also, secretly afraid of a only Hindi hugging child someday who would prefer "abbe yaar" over "dhushala"
2 comments:
The last line made me smile. Clubbing both aspersions would be interesting. Your rendition was good too.
Interesting yes! Although I hope for a world where Bheto Bangalis rule the world 😀
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