Dilbar Ki mausikhi....
Dilbar Ki mausikhi....
As I slid into the cab and he started driving into the streetlight lit roads of delhi .. I noticed how quite and deserted the roads looked then.. I suddenly realised how sleepy Delhi gets all of a sudden in the night.. Feeling a bit already unnerved .. I shivered in the Chill of the Nov night.. The chiffon dress I was wearing was hardly able to give me any warm protection.. wrapping the woollen stole I was carrying around me.. I sat back in the backseat of the cab.. Trying to relax after a hard day at work and then at a boring official dinner .slipping my stilettos off ...I sighed and closed my eyes ..almost dropping off on the back seat of the cab..
Mere Rashke Qamar 🎶🎶 tune pehli nazar jab nazar se milayi..Maza aa gaya🎶.
. The blaring music and song..Almost jolted me out of my slumber..before I could sit up ..the driver turned back giving me a big toothy smile ... " madam volume dheek hai? Bole toh adjust kar doon"?.. Feeling a bit apprehensive by the lonely road ..his excited self and the song....giving him a hurried smile I requested him to get the volume down ..to which he immediately obliged..Telling myself not to overthink I tried to put my nerves to rest by texting my hubby and a friend ... But in few mins he turned back again with " madam mujhko log
"Dilbar " kehte hain waise mata pita ne toh Suraj naam Rakha tha..".. He volunteered the unsolicited info to me . To which I involuntarily nodded and continued to look out of the window.. Wondering why " Dilbar" Sb was being so meherbaan on me..why can't he drive looking ahead instead of in the "about turned situation" and why the hell this song??? .. To which by now he was almost swaying and singing along .. while driving..his singing and Sufi style swaying gave me a further jittery panic.. Keeping my finger in dial mode for women helpline number and my hubby ka number.. I stiffened in the back of the car.. The louder his singing grew and more energetic his swaying got .. Louder my heart pounded back to me... " Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan Sb Kya jaadugar kalakaar the na madam..? ... Hum toh unke Ta umr wale fan hain.. "... He added while swaying .. " Nusrat Sb Ki kala Meri Bala se... Pl pl God get me home safe tonight ! ".. I muttered to myself ...my nervousness was by now directly proportional to his swaying and excitement levels....
We were nearing Moti Bagh.. Felt him slowing down near a roadside shop .. I almost blurted nervously " rok kyun rahe hain aap" he turned " aap Iteminaan se baitho.. Main bus abhi aaya.". He jumped out of the cab and in split seconds he was back into cab and we were on the road again.. After few mins fishing out a CD from his pocket.. He sheepishly added " madam Ustad Nusrat sa toh nahin..par Dilbar bhi chota mota sa kalakaar hai.. ".. Then smiling shyly he went on " this CD has songs recorded in my voice..seekha toh nahin hai par Ustadon Ko sun sun ke bahut riyaz kiya hai.. Driving toh paapi pet ke liye karte hain.. Mann toh Dilbar ka mausikhi mien aaj bhi hai...Aap Ko dekh ke jaane kyun aisa laga ki aap ek kalakaar ka dard samjhiengin...aap sunna chahengi dilbar Ki mausikhi??..
Instantly i felt my finger move away from the emergency dial button of my phone.. Could feel my stiffened back muscles suddenly relax.. My nerves heaved a sigh of relief.. I heard myself saying " kyun nahin Dilbar Sb" ...As I relaxed and settled down to hear Dilbars version of " mera piya ghar aaya " that night for rest of my drive home... I promised myself to not be blindly judgmental about people and situations in future ever again and not jump to conclusions just on basis of appearances . ..
As I slid into the cab and he started driving into the streetlight lit roads of delhi .. I noticed how quite and deserted the roads looked then.. I suddenly realised how sleepy Delhi gets all of a sudden in the night.. Feeling a bit already unnerved .. I shivered in the Chill of the Nov night.. The chiffon dress I was wearing was hardly able to give me any warm protection.. wrapping the woollen stole I was carrying around me.. I sat back in the backseat of the cab.. Trying to relax after a hard day at work and then at a boring official dinner .slipping my stilettos off ...I sighed and closed my eyes ..almost dropping off on the back seat of the cab..
Mere Rashke Qamar 🎶🎶 tune pehli nazar jab nazar se milayi..Maza aa gaya🎶.
. The blaring music and song..Almost jolted me out of my slumber..before I could sit up ..the driver turned back giving me a big toothy smile ... " madam volume dheek hai? Bole toh adjust kar doon"?.. Feeling a bit apprehensive by the lonely road ..his excited self and the song....giving him a hurried smile I requested him to get the volume down ..to which he immediately obliged..Telling myself not to overthink I tried to put my nerves to rest by texting my hubby and a friend ... But in few mins he turned back again with " madam mujhko log
"Dilbar " kehte hain waise mata pita ne toh Suraj naam Rakha tha..".. He volunteered the unsolicited info to me . To which I involuntarily nodded and continued to look out of the window.. Wondering why " Dilbar" Sb was being so meherbaan on me..why can't he drive looking ahead instead of in the "about turned situation" and why the hell this song??? .. To which by now he was almost swaying and singing along .. while driving..his singing and Sufi style swaying gave me a further jittery panic.. Keeping my finger in dial mode for women helpline number and my hubby ka number.. I stiffened in the back of the car.. The louder his singing grew and more energetic his swaying got .. Louder my heart pounded back to me... " Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan Sb Kya jaadugar kalakaar the na madam..? ... Hum toh unke Ta umr wale fan hain.. "... He added while swaying .. " Nusrat Sb Ki kala Meri Bala se... Pl pl God get me home safe tonight ! ".. I muttered to myself ...my nervousness was by now directly proportional to his swaying and excitement levels....
We were nearing Moti Bagh.. Felt him slowing down near a roadside shop .. I almost blurted nervously " rok kyun rahe hain aap" he turned " aap Iteminaan se baitho.. Main bus abhi aaya.". He jumped out of the cab and in split seconds he was back into cab and we were on the road again.. After few mins fishing out a CD from his pocket.. He sheepishly added " madam Ustad Nusrat sa toh nahin..par Dilbar bhi chota mota sa kalakaar hai.. ".. Then smiling shyly he went on " this CD has songs recorded in my voice..seekha toh nahin hai par Ustadon Ko sun sun ke bahut riyaz kiya hai.. Driving toh paapi pet ke liye karte hain.. Mann toh Dilbar ka mausikhi mien aaj bhi hai...Aap Ko dekh ke jaane kyun aisa laga ki aap ek kalakaar ka dard samjhiengin...aap sunna chahengi dilbar Ki mausikhi??..
Instantly i felt my finger move away from the emergency dial button of my phone.. Could feel my stiffened back muscles suddenly relax.. My nerves heaved a sigh of relief.. I heard myself saying " kyun nahin Dilbar Sb" ...As I relaxed and settled down to hear Dilbars version of " mera piya ghar aaya " that night for rest of my drive home... I promised myself to not be blindly judgmental about people and situations in future ever again and not jump to conclusions just on basis of appearances . ..
Comments
Post a Comment