I'm dying a natural death...
With no wish to live again, love again,
I've chosen my path,
Have chosen this death bed...
I'm dying a natural death...
Utterly satiated with life,
No shame and No regret,
Never worried about the past,
Nor worrying about the fate...
I'm dying a natural death...
Faced this dissonant life as a musical,
Happiness as eternal,
Sorrows as ephemeral,
Eventually realizing,
there's nothing; I can really get...
I'm dying a natural death...
Tears were a constant companion,
Although I hated them purely,
They were there, always there,
In elation, in sorrow, in prosperity, in misery,
Now when they too have dried up,
I am following the path of my mate....
I'm dying a natural death...
As long as this heart beats,
Your memories will certainly haunt me,
As long as I see you standing there,
I know you will always want me,
So just let me take this last breathe,
Stop worrying for me, for...
I'm dying a natural death...
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Friday, April 4, 2008
My Mom and Metallica...
One day, engrossed in the music, overwhelmed by the song and almost sitting on cloud 11, I asked my mother, "Mummy, have you ever listened to Metallica?"
While dusting the furniture, she asked casually, "No, What's that? A musical instrument?"
I almost fell from the Sofa.
I recovered and told her, "Nahi Mummy, Its a band, Rock band. Have you ever listened to the Song- 'Nothing Else Matters'?"
She replied, " Nahi beta, Never"
"What? No? Try listening to it. It's awesome!"
"Nahi beta, its ok. You Listen"
I was adamant. "Oh come on mummy. Have You ever tried your ears at western music? Have you ever appreciated the difference between harmonica and a piano? Why don't you try it?"
She retorted, "Don't act like your father. What do you know? When I was your age, even I listened to English numbers. I was a great fan of Boney M, Abba and others. But after marriage who pursues those interests? Ask your friends, do their mothers hip-hop or rock around, with grey hair?"
I was adamant still. God, I would have made Sidhu proud.
I said, " Please mummy, listen to it na..."
Reluctantly she tucked one of the earphones in her ear and the other was was serving my labyrinth.
I don't understand why it happens but when you try to impose your favorite song on others, you start singing the song as if it will enhance the euphony.
I was no exception...
It was just the seond line when she said, "God!"
I looked at her smugly and continued singing, feeling content that she finally got the essence of that song.
But my smugness vanished in a flash when she said, "God!, Its already 2 and I haven't even prepared lunch! Your father must be on his way!"
She threw the earphone and ran to the kitchen.
I was speechless, I was feeling like a dumb.
I didn't know what to do? The song which was soothing my ears suddenly started mocking me.
Then I heard the noise of Stainless Steel Plates, Bronze Cups and Iron Kadhai being washed in the kitchen, and then I consoled myself thinking, "Koi nahi yaar, in her own way she's rocking and definitely in her own style, she's related to Metallica!!!"
While dusting the furniture, she asked casually, "No, What's that? A musical instrument?"
I almost fell from the Sofa.
I recovered and told her, "Nahi Mummy, Its a band, Rock band. Have you ever listened to the Song- 'Nothing Else Matters'?"
She replied, " Nahi beta, Never"
"What? No? Try listening to it. It's awesome!"
"Nahi beta, its ok. You Listen"
I was adamant. "Oh come on mummy. Have You ever tried your ears at western music? Have you ever appreciated the difference between harmonica and a piano? Why don't you try it?"
She retorted, "Don't act like your father. What do you know? When I was your age, even I listened to English numbers. I was a great fan of Boney M, Abba and others. But after marriage who pursues those interests? Ask your friends, do their mothers hip-hop or rock around, with grey hair?"
I was adamant still. God, I would have made Sidhu proud.
I said, " Please mummy, listen to it na..."
Reluctantly she tucked one of the earphones in her ear and the other was was serving my labyrinth.
I don't understand why it happens but when you try to impose your favorite song on others, you start singing the song as if it will enhance the euphony.
I was no exception...
It was just the seond line when she said, "God!"
I looked at her smugly and continued singing, feeling content that she finally got the essence of that song.
But my smugness vanished in a flash when she said, "God!, Its already 2 and I haven't even prepared lunch! Your father must be on his way!"
She threw the earphone and ran to the kitchen.
I was speechless, I was feeling like a dumb.
I didn't know what to do? The song which was soothing my ears suddenly started mocking me.
Then I heard the noise of Stainless Steel Plates, Bronze Cups and Iron Kadhai being washed in the kitchen, and then I consoled myself thinking, "Koi nahi yaar, in her own way she's rocking and definitely in her own style, she's related to Metallica!!!"
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