Kabhi Mein Sochta Hoon Kuch Na Kuch Kahon Phir Yeh Sochta Hoon

Kiyoo Na Chup Rahoon

The lyricist for this song from Aina (1977) is either Tasleem Fazli or Akhtar Yousuf. If you  know dear reader please add in the comments section

And it is December.

A moment when the calendar reminds you ..again.. about the This Day in History 

and

The universe tinkers with the volume control for the "background noise" of your  days 

And there it is

Caps Locked

You Are Here You Are Here

Your feet do itch to dance at their revolution

But The Man turns around to look at you and asks Really? Serious ho? Allow them to enjoy their party. Ab wahan bhi...and shakes his head in dismay. 

So perhaps I should sit back and listen as they clear their throats to sing

My ballad about you and me and them and us and how Gman fits in can keep for another day.

And as I flounder around in transit

The past is not yet a memory

and I am still struggling with my Best Of

and

A wishlist for the New

So perhaps on days like this, you gather the boys Big and Small and walk around Dhaka University

I promise we come in peace. No Liberators today no Oppressors

And we try to sneak in as Tejoy Haldar's installation huddles in for A Serious Discussion

This is the Fine Arts department in Dhaka University, as you can see Nature is giving the young artists stiff competition

Oh the whimsy, the whimsy of the installations that dot the campus

And we walk the grounds while Gman and me fumble with the words So This is Your Great-Grandfather's University. So much history for so small a backback

But it seems his shoulders are strong enough to take on what we deem our historical burden

 And there is a pool of water. Of course. With steps leading down to it; it is Friday and a group of students walk down to make their ablutions

Yes there are days when I should just listen

 

There will be doors that I will want to knock at, but for now maybe it is best that no one opens the door for us.

 The Toddler is curious enough to pry, to call out. We will let some conversations be, though words of apology are forming at my lips 

And we walk past Ramna Park

And the Ramna Temple 

no bricks and stones now

for the deities have taken to a shamiana

And for years I wandered the streets of another Ramna in a city which was built on the crushed hopes of this

And yes I wonder at how it is that it is Ramna that interlinks Operation Searchlight and Operation Sunrise. You know when at times men in khakhi think they should have been in Public Works Department and sat on bulldozers.

Not that the dawn of democracy was easy on these spaces 

But even then

We should seriously think twice before you know naming anything Ramna

General Nagri has always worked well

We all know what happens to Constitution Avenues

So as I said deities live under tents

 So what I have gathered over the past two weeks from the blog statistics is NO ONE is interested in clicking on images for all the lovely buildings I photograph. Most of you just want to know So What Do They Look Like
I have seriously rationed my words in this post
So perhaps I should leave you with some pictures of me
Just to satisfy your curiosity 
so in future you can look at the sights and the buildings for a change
But before that let me adjust my dupatta
For you know from the way some people in my life carry on when the two ends are not perfectly aligned 
when one end of the dupatta drags on the floor 
empires just crumble
there are also tsunamis
And that is why Shilpa Shetty had to sing about Dupatte Ka Pallu Ka Kidhar ka Kidhar Hai

I will leave brushing my hair for another day.
TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY

And then just as you think you are ready to face the world, a little voice  reminds you yeh sab tou theek hai BUT WHERE IS MY JUICE

So yes I have so much to write, so much to share with you.

But I remember just in time for now Kiyoo Na Chup Rahoo

So sit back and  just enjoy some  Mehdi Hasan

(and crazy woman in purple)