Mera kuch saaman tumhare paas rakha hai
I recently saw Ijazzat and was reacquainted with the song mera kuch saaman tumhare paas rakha hai. The song goes on to list the innumerable things the singer left at her lover's house, the memory of the time that was shared together by the two. The remnants of a prank, the whispers of the falling leaves, the dried up mind/ heart on the bedside table. (I think).
What a beautifully written song. How does one draw inspiration from something like this? the movie was written by Gulzar and the song too by him. As i was listening to the song yesterday night, all i could think of was that Gulzar captured the moments so precisely. the memories which can never be returned and which when remembered feel so different and yet are so precious. If only it was as easy to return them as it was to return physical things. to be able to relive the happier and in any case more likable time with a loved one, be it a friend, a lover or a parent, is so much more precious then all that money can buy or be returned. And so similar is this feeling of what is precious that i can relate to what Gulzar wrote, so many years back and so wholly unconnected with me. Its not so difficult to comprehend, the similarity of the situation between the writer Gulzar and the listener me. The emotion does not vary nor the preciousness of fond memories.
Nostalgia, hitting hard and strong, as always.
What a beautifully written song. How does one draw inspiration from something like this? the movie was written by Gulzar and the song too by him. As i was listening to the song yesterday night, all i could think of was that Gulzar captured the moments so precisely. the memories which can never be returned and which when remembered feel so different and yet are so precious. If only it was as easy to return them as it was to return physical things. to be able to relive the happier and in any case more likable time with a loved one, be it a friend, a lover or a parent, is so much more precious then all that money can buy or be returned. And so similar is this feeling of what is precious that i can relate to what Gulzar wrote, so many years back and so wholly unconnected with me. Its not so difficult to comprehend, the similarity of the situation between the writer Gulzar and the listener me. The emotion does not vary nor the preciousness of fond memories.
Nostalgia, hitting hard and strong, as always.
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