Himesh in auto

Jhalak Dikhlajaa
Jhalak Dikhlajaa
Ek bar aja aja aja aja aaaaajaaaa
Ek bar aja aja aja aja aaaaajaaaa

I am not a fan of this song, As of reality, I hate this song as much as I hate Karela(Bitter Gourd). It just doesn’t go below my tongue and it chokes my foodpipe. Similarly, this song chokes my head. As soon as I start listening it, my ears go mad pleading to close them up.
I was going in an autorickshaw to my college with my friend and the driver was listening to some kind of Punjabi song, not a word of which was understood by me. Although my friend was enjoying it and I expected him to. I mean, he is a Punjabi so I applaud that he knows his language. And as we were midway, the song ended…..

Oooooooooooooooooooooooo…….
As soon as this forceful emission from the nose hit my ears, I was saying, ”Shit. I was not expecting this song before I start my day in college.” But as known to everybody, you don’t mess with the driver who is somewhat a great fan of this song. I learnt this because he, unexpectedly, increased the voice of his speakers, which were specially designed to amplify the nasal tone than the music. My friend started dancing in the small area to show that he is no less than driving the auto himself. I remember he said, “This song has changed the whole Indian Bollywood Music. It has taken it to another level, worth a mention in the history book.”
This song is completely by Himesh Reshamiya. He is the lyricist, music composer, and singer of this song. Whenever I listen this song, many thoughts impinge my mind. Very first, why he sings with his nose intruding? Secondly, why does he sing? And thirdly, how much actually had he thought to come up with such a song which is probably a huge hit number of Bollywood. I am saying, the verse I wrote above is the main part of the song and it just has 5 words in all to count. Jhalak, dhiklaja, ek, bar, and aja. Seeing this, I am confident I can be a huge lyricist in Bollywood in coming days, atleast my song will have minimum ten words to start with.
A.R. Rehman, my favourite music composer, just gave the music for Delhi-6, the songs of which I downloaded the very previous day and listened. All the songs are of different genre, different music and with a soothing effect. And even he sings, it makes your eyes wet. I remember his two songs sung by him, Yeh jo Des hai tera from Swades and Luka Chupi from Rang De Basanti. These songs touch your heart to the core and the drops come from there only.
I once had a huge debate with my friend. The topic was “A.R.Rahman vs Himesh Reshamiya” And after I enumerated him almost 20 immemorial songs, he still didn’t stop. So, I decided to stop myself showing him my middle finger because I thought it is an insult to the gifted music composer if I compare him with Himesh Gaychamiya(that is how my brother likes to pronounce it). Let him be happy with the knowledge he has because it takes more than just ears to understand music.
The song was still half sung when I reached my college, so I have to give some credit to the God. I rushed to my college gate. And by coincidence, I just had two lectures that day.

My first Draft

My first Draft. I mean I always wanted to write my diary, but it appeared foolish to talk to the diary. My father once said that maintain a diary, maybe when I learnt in English Literature to write a diary in my school days. I even started to write one, but I failed to continue. It always appeared boring and forced to me. And in some days, the only thing I used to write in it was what I ate that whole day and at what specific time. There was rarely a sentence on my interesting moments of that day, as there was none present that time. Later, I again started to type but it was hard to express emotions on a paper, and later in the draft I used to loose the track of my writing.
But today, after my decision to start preparing for MBA(I haven’t although decided it), I thought to go to the college with a book of my sister, who already completed her course. It was a book of “Word-List” given to her by the institute she joined while her preparation days. I always disliked to mug-up words of English in my whole life. I thought that its insane to just mug-up the words and don’t use it, I mean we learn because we want. The main motive to learn English is to use it while you converse but I never conversed in English, atleast not that much that I will use the word “abjure” on a daily basis.
So, I rangup my sister, who supposedly learnt most of the words of the book, and she gave me the universal law of “How to learn a language?”. I happily ended the call, but as I disconnected I thought with whom should I speak in English? I can’t go to the college and start babbling with my friends in English whom I abuse in Hindi or Punjabi. So, as I was thinking of this, a much better idea struck me. Why don’t I start writing English? And then another idea struck me, the maximum talks with whom I do is me, so why don’t I start talking in English with myself. I mean I don’t have to go to my friends and start speaking fluent English but I can speak with myself. Atleast no one will stop me on that. And by writing I can improve my diction too.
Hence, after not much delay , I decided to write. I decided not to write a full day diary, enumerating what I did all day, but I decided to start writing on a random topic every day. And that too, on my very own pc by tapping on my keyboard. As I noticed in college, I start taking down the notes spoken my teachers, my handwriting gets totally illegible, and my palms ask for rest after writing every 50 words. They start paining horribly. And since, I always tap on my keyboard, almost everyday for 3-4 hours while chatting, there was no other best alternative for me.
So, I almost completed my first draft. The last thing is, I hope I come tomorrow to write on something interesting, and cheer up my …….. oh I forgot, cheer up myself. 