YAAD
KIYA DIL NE KAHA HO TUM
True color of life is distinguished, when ,we understand
grey of life smiles at you every morning
as nothing more of colorful as colorless. True value of color is love
, expression care and many more emotions combine as one color. The range of
color varies with different combine composition of shade (real life shades)for different output value of
color.
"yaad kiya dil ne kahaan ho
tum,jhoomti bahaar hai kaha ho tum,pyaar se pukaar lo jaha tu, pyaar se pukar
lo jaha ho tum..." ...
Well to understand these distinguished colour of life , lets
watch this live show "hmmm....hellow!" Strange nobody has ever heard about this till date.
True nobody has heard about this till date. It's the shade of colour which was
composed much earlier. Well , I have been watching this for last 30
years.....YES INDEED for thirty years and that too live show. Stop gazing the
ideas.....
It's a sunny morning ,with, a message of cosy love., cold
but still warm climate outside I see people in their winter wear, jerkins,
sweater, jackets, socks......anything and everything that can protects them
from being stay cold. wind whispering the sweet spell of attracted affection,
where butterflies and honey bees are singing and dancing in low sound tune
,with the rhythm , of song being played in the room..in fade voice.
well nobody would believe that who hears such songs anymore
in modern ROCK AGE OF metallic in year 2048....yes you read write spell of
figure 2048. THE AGE OF MODERN TECHNO.
"yaad kiya dil ne kahaan ho tum,jhoomti bahaar hai kaha ho tum,pyaar se
pukaar lo jaha tu, pyaar se pukar lo jaha ho tum..." ...
Almost 80 years old song ,sung by Hemant Kumar. A voice is
believed to be live since ages even today as fresh love in garden of voice.
Well, it carried me to spring garden of love, hopes and promises ,where everybody
would love to return back. A perfect showcase of love and affection garden.
"yaad kiya dil ne kahaan ho
tum,jhoomti bahaar hai kaha ho tum,pyaar se pukaar lo jaha tu, pyaar se pukar
lo jaha ho tum..." ...
"Hmmmmm"..suddenly voice disturbed the silence of
sweet heart touching sound in slow yet loud voice ,with touché of noise, in
high bas pitch ,but yet sweet. "Hellow" ,voice was more hard with
pitch this time than earlier....."hellow"...and I skipped a heart
beat this time!!Repeatedly I had been hearing this same voice years after
years. People in same house were not concerned with voice as it was routine for
them...or maybe this voice meant to me more than anybody else in this house.
for me was like drama in the house for years and yet years to go.....I would
love to stand by both ,the song and this
voice. One was black coffee with honey and nothing else while other was Bourbon
biscuit ,two biscuit in sandwich between
with dark chocolate sauce.WOW!! what combination of strong and sensual touch. I
can take the same drama and the same coffee and bourbon years after years.
"yaad kiya dil ne kahaan ho
tum,jhoomti bahaar hai kaha ho tum,pyaar se pukaar lo jaha tu, pyaar se pukar
lo jaha ho tum..." ...
In the room , where
windows were open and let the sun shine shared it's glow in the dark room. Wind
whispering was witnessed by harmonic dance by the glorified curtains at their
best , sweet smell of white daisy aired room with aroma of peace apparently in
the room. This room belonged to 81 years old Nandini Narayan . She could hardly
stand on her own , yet holding the window seal , she was maintaining her
balance with the world in the room. She was holding her old mobile phone which
can be a part of gadget room in museum. lat 20's(2020) mobile which hardly this
generation had seen with outdated feature , 20 mega pixel camera. Nobody
uses as matter of fact in
2048......world has changed and so does the technology. But Nandini has held this mobile as her life like
small kid does with her doll or toy.
Dimension and dynamics changed, today people talked which we
once use to dream as fantasy world No more traffic jam on the road. Super cops
building are now skyscraper and mobile have give new optimistic value of speed.
Life is more controllable with help of tiny wrist watch. Air traffic was
signature of new age clause. in short then world have many changes which one
upon time was mere dream.
"Hellow" , once again voice of Nandini distracted
my attention from world of then and world of there. Things might have changed
,but Nandini not. I could feel nervousness in her voice. She was never
comfortable with discovered development as she considered herself slow learner.
The world adopted changes and graduated with time to time, but unfortunately
Nandini never did. In her typical voice of innocent child who gets irritated
"BHOOTNIKE sun raha hai ya maar gaya?....kaha chuppa baith hai?....kis
chuddel ke saath hai? (devil where are you
hiding? are you listening to me? who is the bitch you are with ?) ...can
you hear me? today I had put the dress which you liked......she gather her
strength to speak loud I look little old....". She halted for while with
sadness in her lovely once upon eyes , hidden behind the wrinkled skin which
made her look small." Why are you mad upon me?" she continued,"
now I don't spend time on what's app and face book.......nobody chats or share
any ore there from group.( the group she mention was of the then, 40 years
back) Everybody is busy in their life......hellow?......you don't want to
talk?...growling voice MAAT KAR ,MAI BHI NAHI KARTI(in Hindi which
meant ,,don't speak , too don't want to share.)..Still the song was going
behind which was adding flavour in whole recipe of conversation
"yaad kiya dil ne kahaan ho
tum,jhoomti bahaar hai kaha ho tum,pyaar se pukaar lo jaha tu, pyaar se pukar
lo jaha ho tum..." ...
After little tough she changed mood in tone of her voice,
with more pleading with thinking something, "my husband has gifted me with
diamond necklace....It's beautiful ,and costing good fortune...but I didn't like
it.....He is very nice to me...good and gentleman. He cares lot about my needs
and wants. Never mad on my spending....but.....(paused with deep breath. Closed
eyes to hid her tears from flowing out as she never wanted to cry for
him)...but he doesn't have time....i long for time least to talk but
nothing....I never wanted expensive gifts from him or expensive cruz tour from
him....I have no fancy for cuisine to be served with best of wine.....all i
always wanted him to sit with me for me.
He doesn't hear me.....but never asked me what i spent on for me or
other. He has been ideal husband for society...caring husband who bought life
with tag price but not time which had no tag price........" there was
silence in room.
"When you will come?"unexpected question all of
sudden, "I want to go out with you.....in busy streets....where people are
busy with their daily chores ....enjoy the flavour of street food.....people
who hardly notice what others are doing....everybody rushes for their
individual identity. I had been missing all this as normal life?..are you
listening me?...will you go with me...won't you accompany me ?........am scared
to go all alone now....am getting little old....and I can't remember
more......my memory loss problem........ you know doctor says am suffering from
Alzheimer.....my memory is getting shorter......what should I do?.......I keep
on forgetting things......." suddenly raised in pitch of voice" but
you have no escape from me!!...I am not going to forget you...so no idea about
getting away from me........ha ha ha ha...(sheepish smile on her face) .
"yaad kiya dil ne kahaan ho tum,jhoomti bahaar hai kaha ho tum,pyaar se
pukaar lo jaha tu, pyaar se pukar lo jaha ho tum..." ...
"Listen , if I forget you ever....you too will forget
me? It may happen , I may loss total control over my brain....couldn't
recognise you ever , then will you too forget me?........like am totally
dependent upon you than anybody in my life and family......you had been there
long with me ....stood by me, in all up and downs.......you wiped my tears and
taught me to smile in any tides of life......my day starts with glowing sun
rise of new horizon of life with no end and day ends in hope of new day rise to
meet you again........basically am more
like addicted to you.......you helped me always.....can I expect from my best
friend to stand by me ever?...you won't leave me?.......BETTER DO NOT..I WARN
YOU?.. you have always been strong enough to stand....stand for me
please..never leave me"
"Listen , I won't cry any more.....no tears ...no
weeping.....I promise.....but yes ,...I did weep yesterday......little. ALL
because of you, you are responsible for that. Why you make me cry always with
your act...your hurting words......but eventually you reconcile too. ....you
had been so caring that you don't let me even cry.....real devil you
are.....(all of sudden she yawn) yaaaawn...hmmmm......it's time to take a small
nap.... choti nini time(in Hindi for sleep).....you too take small nap.....snooze
little , you too must have been tire......say "bye" and love
you..." with that Nandini hung the
call and kissed her mobile. stood for a while staring from the window with
silence with smile but eyes were wet.
Sweetness of joy and sourness of sadness made perfect cocktail of life
with grievance and love...a pain that serve pleasure of one's mind. She started
walking towards her bed with baby steps.......still song was going on with last
verse of song ..
" meri
liye asaaman ho tum,yaad kiya dil ne kaha ho tum, "yaad kiya dil ne kahaan ho tum,jhoomti bahaar hai kaha ho
tum,pyaar se pukaar lo jaha tu, pyaar se pukar lo jaha ho tum..." ,with
this conversation the song too ended.
Nandini in her 80's...she can't walk on her own but she
tried to be stable whenever she is alone , she can't hear as properly...APD
hearing disorder....weakening of bone.....and yes forget not suffering from
Alzheimer .....a disease is a neurological disorder...in which death of brain
cell cause memory loss and cognitive loss. She has been suffering from disease
for last 20 years. She even doesn't remember her husband died 18 years back ,
and living with her son and grandsons..great grandson of 5 months old. She, Nandini , has her own world to
live...some memories from past....rest deleted part from her life.
You will wonder with whom she was talking and where is the
other part of conversation from this story.....? what was the reaction of every
word that Nandini spoke ? must be some
one important to her in life , as she was dependent on him? Well yes...she was
talking to a person who died almost 20 years back!!....surprised? Don't
be....well it seems you too all have a little loss of memory...just while back
I said ,"I have been listening and watching the same drama for many years
now....."I walked away years back from everyone's life for eternal
journey, but even today after these many years , I don't forget to catch her
for call to call me , as she never gave chance to miss to call me. She
hardly remembers any pages from her life
but at same she never forgot to call me all this years. Her family has accepted
her with fact , that she gets hallucination- a disturbance of hearing some noise or seeing some people
which in real life they don't exist.
They think she keeps talking to her imaginary husband who is
already dead years back...whereas Nandini think she talks to me, her best
friend in her entire life ever. She talks without knowledge that nobody hears
at other end...her phone is dead for many years now...but for her at other end
life blinks a wink..... she forgot every colour of her colourful life is now turning
to grey...but in every grey shade of grey of life , she is in her own colour
that she always loved.
"Who am I?........My name?...........Did Nandini
mentioned in her conversation my name?..... or did she said in last with whom
she talks ?....NO......NO, not at
least all these years...it didn't matter her to mention my name as she knew she
was talking to me.....then does it matter you all with whom with she talked
now.....some name do not have any name!!.......only hearts know...they call
...they speak.....they sing...and remember only one thing........
"yaad kiya dil ne kahaan ho tum,jhoomti bahaar hai kaha ho tum,pyaar se
pukaar lo jaha tu, pyaar se pukar lo jaha ho tum..." ...
STORY BY :d'pen
