I will be the sun,
And you be the clouds,
Somedays you let me shine,
Somedays I’ll let you eat me up.
As the winds flew the fallen leaves far above the ground,
She jumped along with them,
Thank you she said,
The dead shall rise again,
When the living fails to live….
Another song sung on the guitar….
One of my favourites, originally sung by Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan…
A lover expresses her love for the love of her life through music….. Sanson Ki Mala Pe Simroon Main Pi Ka Naam….
Some noise can be found in the song. Apologies for them..
Hope this song is enjoyed by you all….
शाम भी हसीन थी,
कुछ गहरी कुछ बेबाक थी,
वो आए थे किसी हवा के झोंके की तरह,
जाम हमने क्या था पकड़ा,
शाम शराबी हो गयी…..
The evening was magnificent,
A little reserve, a little extravagant,
She came as a gush of wind,
I held a glass in my hands,
And the night had lost its senses….
I have never done this kind of post before and I think it’s high time I do one. (Or I’ll keep on procrastinating this.)
Hi, I am Kumar Harsh. I am a Civil Engineer (Although an Accidental One ;-)) and currently trying my hand at everything ( I guess 22 previous years were a rather mundane one). Serious writing came to me when one day a friend of mine suggested me to start a blog and here I am.
I have lived at many places ( owing to the God’s Plan to not let me settle at a place) which has made me like every place and I have a rather wandering spirit. I have seen places which I had dreams of and places where entry was restricted( almost making me run for my life. haha). My love for trying out new things have made my room a collection of many things (including a number of books which I haven’t yet read). I used to be a chubby kid once( I still am but a little less than before. haha) then I got into a gym and the rest is History.(Miracles Happen! haha) It was the gym that made me develop some good habits that made me control my eating habits(Although I still can finish an entire pizza by myself and still be hungry for more. My soul feeds on Junk food. But more particularly food.) The first thing I tried to learn was Bhangra( An Indian Form of dance.) It was a fun exercise. Also I took some classes Of Salsa( But my fear of the Other gender made me abstain from it.) It was the first time I ever held the hand of a girl.(Yes, I admit. I am still terrible with people other than of the same gender as me. 😦 )
And then I wanted to learn a new language and I did it. I am addicted to some brands and more of a brand person loyal to a particular brand. Be it clothes, accessories or even cameras, if I love one brand nothing comes in my way. But I am always open to trying out new things.
Recently me and my friend, we got a liking for Tennis and let me tell you its an amazing game. Although I am not a master but I love playing it.
I also have a penchant for driving and have driven sometimes even a complete day. But the only requirement is that Music should be playing loud in the background. Oh and by music, music is my second love( first would be food because without food i cannot function). At Home, I have a variety of instruments ranging from a violin, a guitar, flutes, tabla and I am in talks with the High Command( In this case my father) to get a harmonium or a piano.
You all must be wondering why I have attached so many pictures of me in this post. Well I wanted you people to see what the power of change can do (just kidding, it looked cool. haha)
These are some of the transformations I tried on myself. The last ones were really difficult. I feared of being thrown out of the house. My parents don’t consider me as their son. I am now of a religion different as them.(That’t what they say when I go with them for any function) But I am really stubborn and do things any way.
so,this was a little of me. You’ll find more on the journey with me.
Leave a comment below. I am sure we must have something in common. Who knows we might click. As I did with so many wonderful people I found here. 🙂
Thank You for all the love and support. Without YOU this was not possible.
भूखे पेट से कभी पूछना कैसा होता है नमक का स्वाद,
पेट भरने की कोशिश मैं जीब मुसल्सल दम तोड़ देती है…..
Ask a hungry stomach how the salt tastes,
In an effort to fill, the tongue usually loses its breath….
They looked at each other,
A distance of some was between them,
And as eyes stumbled upon each other’s,
They knew the distance didn’t matter……
As she filters the sunshine through her locks of thick hair,
The only place I want to be is the right there….
I was walking down the golden street,
With a little glimmer in my eyes,
With shoes a little dirty,
With clothes a little dusty,
I was walking with a little of me,
A little of you,
Hand in hand,
With a sight so close,
A shop came with things unknown,
A scent so serene,
A vase so beautiful,
Where things were arranged on a clean shelf,
Some expensive, some priceless,
A child on a mother’s shoulder,
And a little one holding her hand,
Then a father who carried them all,
Towards a brighter and a merrier,
I took a turn to the highway of dreams,
Hopped onto a chariot,
Shining bright, with a lever,
He asked me to pull the lever,
Wings came out the chariot,
And it flew above the horizon,
Where birds had nested on clouds so high,
Where the wind sung a song so clear,
It ran across the orchards of smiles,
Trespassers are welcome, a board was hung,
I plucked a smile, a two or a three,
And filled my bag with laughing thee,
As the chariot flung again,
I was pushed back the seat,
And it sped across the river,
Where fishermen had spread,
Nets of cashmere,
They said hello,
Offered me a drink,
And I gave them a smile,
From my bag shining and white,
Suddenly the sky had started to rise,
The sun was eating up everything and sight,
The chariot lost control and headed straight for the Sun,
I held the rails, prayed for my life,
And it all ended up in the light,
I could hear only a sound so familiar,
Wake Up Son, The Sun is up,
And I saw the Sun eating up my dream so dear…
बेकद्री में उनकी ना जाने कैसी कशिश थी,
हम ज़िंदा उनके लिए नहीं थे,
और हमारा रब उनके सामने झुकता था……
Her ignorance had an attraction,
I was not a living for her,
And My God fell short infront of her….
As he slowly gulped down little pieces of her down his throat,
It became easy,
And in matter of time,
The pieces became his very own,
A little of She,
A little of he,
And the more of them,
He became a mountain,
She flowed in the valleys,
And she was his shine, his very air……
This image is of the Triund Trek I was lucky enough to spend Somedays where…