The neon-lit kaleidoscope showing pictures of yesteryear
stars and playing an old Raj Kapoor song took him back several years, to a past
where he was an itinerant manic force storming his way through the streets of
Hazaribag.
The boy who left his open skies for the multistoried condominium
he owns now. He has a M.F. Hussain in his drawing room, luxury cars in his
garage, vintage alcohol in his cellar. But during purposeless lunchtime
conversations, his heart still races through the emerald fields chasing frogs.
Was
he humming something?
Dil dhoondta hai phir
wohi fursat ke raat din.
Gulzar.
Like snaphots, they play,
ReplyDeletelike a kaleidoscope, changing shapes
the only pool of colour in a sea of grey
it's like the earth shook a little
and went on, only a man stood still,
only he who heard the melody
through the cacophony shrill.
Beautifully written. I had a feeling about this one. So brilliantly executed. Loved it!