What goes away comes back.

This is true especially in these times when social networking glues everyone so tightly. We are so addicted that even though we want to, we can not stay away from logging on to facebook or orkut or linkedln and God knows what. That reminds me how (for the lack of words) pathetic the creator of facebook was ... I fail to understand how anything that's idea was impregnated in a drunken / jealous state can bring any good to anyone. But I go with it. In stopped using facebook for a while after watching the movie - Social Network. It reminded me of all the jerks I met during academics. May be that is one of the reason why I am so scared to return to academics. Jerks, pathetic jerks with no empathy to anyone except their own will and survival - and they call themselves "hip".

And I am not saying having that strong will and vision is a bad thing. In fact it is very crucial to every good thing one ever does. Exactly three years ago, sitting by the window on a 17th floor (that is important and but is a story for another time) building in Wellington, NZ, clearing off a closet full of books and hardware and DVD's with colleague Nishant Garg, I wondered what happened to the people who were here in this before me. And I wondered at that point if I will ever be one of those who will be wondered about by the ones who come later. Years later I find myself in that position - the position when a group of people come together at inception of a project. I did not know everything about it, nor did I have enough skills to go about it. But slowly people started coming in and collectively we would establish something, something that may be will be wondered on by someone in later years. They may appreciate us or they may curse us, but that will be a different story.

All the brainstorming, all the collaboration, all the late nights, all the ideas - blood and sweat - so to say, makes what one were ideas on paper, alive and tangible. In time, you work on it further and refine it, as with anything else. It is an amazing experience like directing a play almost. I have not been thinking about the stage for about 2 years now. That was once so close to my heart. Thinking of an idea and trying to bring into life by collaboration is all that was about. think I have not been missing it sorely because that (in idea) is what I am doing at my work now. It is not the vocation but the craft I am in love with, and I think addicted to :). As in all ventures, people come and people go. Some are missed dearly and good times become memories. May be years later you hear about it and think - oh yes WE created that. It is also very interesting how important the stability and strength of the leader is, but more on that later.

Song:

D

Its been 6 years, in aankhon ne unhe nahi dekha! I appreciate Anurag Kashyap for taking this up not that he is exceptional. Because everyone is bound to fall for the triangle, a golden triangle - some would say like the Bermuda :) And I am eagerly waiting for it to hit the screens. There is some interesting design and not so interesting music and 3 very interesting actors this time carrying the motion picture. Its just that the last time I saw that male actor on the screen, it was one of the experiences I would like to forget, but lets hope things turn out differently this time. Fingers crossed.

Then there is this another thing why I am doubly excited about the D thingy. Sometimes I get out of my body and observe the happenings in my life, the things what I tell and the things what I listen, as someone who is not involved how-so-ever. One of the things that I have been remembering is the dialogue from the drama - "Tumhare paas hai hi kya Dev, sirf roop aur daulat? Mere paas roop bhi hai, gun bhi hai aur aaj ke baad daulat bhi hogi. Agar log tumhe zamindaar kahenge to mein bhi thakurain sunke itraoongi!". This is what Parvati told Dev "What do you have at all Dev, just the looks and the money? I have the looks, virtue and tomorrow onwards the money too. When people would call you zamindar, I be proud hear myself called thakurain". Such ego? reminds of the lyrics - "piya tora kaisa abhimaan".

Thats all drama of course but then when it comes to life, this is one conversation that leaves its mark (which of course never happened on-screen).

Dev (To Chandramukhi): What can I give you? I dont have anything to offer, no material, no love and no life. I just think you should stay away. I have this tendency to hurt people when I get close to them. Moreover, I have never thought of you this way ever. I want you to be a very good friend to me. We all have to make choices and live without certain things. You will learn.

Dev (in the same breath to Paro): It is not at all about what we have. We are all running after material things and want to be ambitious. But this is the time and age Paro. Once we are pass this, we will never be able to come back where we are and regret everythng we lost. I know we get hurt but we always can make a new start. We have to be together as I cannot live without you.

Irrespecive of everything, who is to say where the heart points and how? I flow again.


Song: Rehna tu hai jaise tu, thoda sa dard tu thosa sukoon ...

Crazy talk!

Emmete: Well In my world if you dont look like you just stepped out of a Clavin Cline underwear ad, you are nothing!

George: Thats a world I am happy not to know!

Song: Autumn is here inside my heart, When there is spring time in the air ...

Past Tenses!

Am back blog :) Looked at you many a time but never wanted to tell you things. They may spill out now. The last couple of months have been quite silly. I had thought that I of all, usually "thoughtful" that I am, will never allow drama into life. But somehow it seeped right into where it should never have been. Laughing out loud now, I recollect how important it is to be detached. Throughout I have been detached - no attachemnts whatsoever with anything/body (except for my phoneset and my shoes) and that left no chance for any involvement. Then I was me. Things took a turn, I wanted not to be me and there i was with an aching head for the first time! Not a pleaasure - is what i realized once i seeped out of my body, shifted myself away from the self and saw everything that had happened as a third entity - so foolish, so meaningless, such waste of time!

But then I realize - not a complete waste. At this point in life it was essential that something told me what I need and what I dont (as opposed to what I want and what I dont). At least a phase of it is clear. I am sure life (as kind as it has been) will do the needful as and when time comes. No complaints.

Another interesting thing happened. People met and it seemed everyone had a past. Past with people, with memories of people and memories with people - and all remembered so vividly. I was amused and then shocked! I dont have any memories of past people - not in this particular way. It is all about me, some kind of processing happened that converted all experiences to myself, or so I think. Somehow places are still the same - vivid and colourful, as if I can still feel them.

Not that i am very young or anything - people I meet are also around of my age and are passed through similar experiences and passions and lives. Strangely enough some even live in the past. I am no one to say what is good or what is bad, but at least I cannot so much. Gone is gone - no remembrance but lessons always taken. In fact I am forced to think events dont even matter in lives. What becomes of those events, what people get out of it and what it gives way to - is of actual importance. Some would say thinking this way makes life easy. If so, I have adapted myself well. Though this may not even be correct as "adaptation" means existence of some A which turned into some B. What if there was no A ... ever!

When derived, the logic clearly goes to the above paragraphs of detachment. How effortlessly people have been away and may be for that reason they are not in the picture. Reminds me of a line from a famous song - Feels like we all feel! - which in turn reminds me of wet meadows and the faraway hills. More of that later.Coming to the point I have decided to be with people who suffer from similar amnesia. For those with a past, its all tension which I am not capable of carrying I know.

Song: One more cup of coffee for the road ...

What if? - Being Able To See!

When they said that he was the one who is stupid and talks non-sense he could not belive what they were talking about. Why is it so difficult for people to believe what they did not use
to. Being open to new ideas is certainly not something mankind does very easily. Having said that, it is also true that mankind has been surviving through all these years and growing
because of the very fact that it has been thinking and assimilating new ideas. But that i believe is because of some reason like - they being followed only after someone proved those
ideas were safe - or some such thing. Coming back to the de-generalization, it was a wonderful breezy evening at that rather hot and dry place. He finished his lab-assignments and
got out of that very cold room. Usually he would stay there for as long as it remained open, but this particular evening the breeze outside was unusual. And so, there he was at the
terrace of his hostel bulding watching the clear starry sky.

He kept gazing at the shine of a sea-shell he held. He had it since the last winters when he had picked it up from the beach ... he was there with his folks - a lovely time spent. A wavy,
forthy beach - he always longed for it and would later on in his life realize how he always got mystically pulled towards beaches. But as of now all he could think of was his room-
mates. Strange, but somehow he had always been lucky in terms of room-mates. No one lived with him for more than a year. Except for minor diffrences stay with all of them was
quite pleasant! Somehow it always seemed he has been living with the same person, just modified in looks and certain other aspects. They were repeatedly the same good-natured,
humble, soft-spoken, fun-loving but uncharacteristically reserved people. They all wanted to skip physical lonliness in their own ways - he remembered this as he often found them
irritating.

And they never let the windows open in the night. It was almost ritualistic for them to close all windows of the room before going to sleep. He felt stupid at times about it but then
realized it might just be for safetly. I will not tell you how, but the events somehow made in his mind a path, which led to the conclusion that they all could "feel". That they could see
things he could not. It was sure enough that this feeling scared them. That this gift troubled them. That closing the window was in a way symbolic of shutting down the exterior. While
he stood there thinking everything, he was shocked by a lightening - aparently the breeze was because of approaching clouds and also, he scared easy. The shake let the shell free and it fell off the building.

"I love that thing", he shouted. "No you dont ... if you really loved it, you would have flung" - he reflected!

Song: All I have to do is Dream ...

Blue!

This is not how I imagined it would be. I saw it again and again and again and will see it many times over. It is very easy to dismiss something that couldnot live upto our expectations -
same as things of utlility as it is with people. But when there is anticipation - a long one at that - it becomes difficult to let go. And it stood very true for my anticipation for that short blue
film! Not many people like this labour of love - absolutely that is. Ridiculous is often the word to describe it. But i am sure once one comes to know the base on which it is created, one
would appreciate. Here is just a bit of what I think is the piece all about.

The idea was to create romance - a simple one at that. Simple in terms of story and not creation. (The creation should be grand - talked about - and should live forever! It should be
nothing less than a legend when people talk about it later.) What can be simpler than the divine romance of Krushna and Radha? A romance that not only has occupied the mythology
of the country but also is "divinised" in this society where usually such a thing between people is frowned upon! Anyways ... there he was ... the one who loved eternally - but doubt
always prevailed. She trusted but some times would doubt. Then she would lose her doubt in trusting more. And this entire process comes into perspective when it is observed and
appreciated by a third person.

He was recognizable from far because of his "saanwlapan" (no one knows if he was tall enough to achieve the TDH definition!) and so there it was ... the pain of love - gained, lost and
regained - all within the form of the lover! The form was blue and hence the blue (no one complained when matrix was green stainted!) And did I say - the studio insisted on an "Indian"
experience? With relative freedom they all sprung into work - the director of sound, music, photography and cinematrography! The story was left on to the writer / director who could
have etched a lot but decided to keep it simple. Beyond this everything is in flesh and blood. Yet again appreciation of the craft supercedes that of the substance.

Song: Woman in Love ...

What If? - Being Read!

It was a cloudy evening and so darkness fell much before its usual time. But it was day enough because of the the huge transparent roof of the KL airport, departure section. I just had finished watching a movie about a witch. The concept was beautiful, the shots were technically mastered and the witch was enchanting. In a scene she saw butterflies where there were none visible to other people and as the camera moved - it was poetry in motion. A very brief but distinct time was given for the shot where a butterfly places itself on her bossom visible through her very low neck.

The travel was having adverse effects on my health and so i was surviving mostly on mugs of hot steaming coffee. As a result the condition of my toungue was not very good and i had acquired kind of an accent (which some would say wild Australian). Coffee-time came again and there i was in the queue for coffee at this shop. My turn came and i should admit the coffee lady was enchantingly beautiful. Dark burgundy hair, and pale white skin ... and i suddenly started "seeing" butterflies all over - one of which, in my mind, flew and placed itself on her bossom. This all happened when i was talking and she was finding it difficult to get my "accent", smiling all the way though.

When I took my coffee and turned suddenly i noticed so many people around and all of a sudden i felt they know what just passed my mind. An old notion came up in my mind - one in which there are people masquerading among us as "normal" people, who can read other people's minds. why not? Afterall, there are so many phenomenon which keep happening all over that remain inexplicable. This may be one of them. People, angels or demons - whatever you call them can know whatever they want to from anyone's mind. They breathe, speak, work and lead lives just like us. Some use their "talent" for their benefit and some dont - i want to think most of them don't (or else the world would be a hugely imbalanced place).

They might have different origins - "from people, as people", "from people as supernatural beings", "from supernatural beings as people", "voluntary/involuntary peopleisation of supernatural beings" - there are many possibilities.

I personally prefer to think they are "punished angels" fully aware of their gift but unaware of their past lives as angels. Early in their childhood they come to know what they had is not common and should never be spoken to anyone. Though feels how a pity it would be for them not being able to share, they come to live with it. I somehow happen to think about it more when i see a looks-imbalanced couple. Though I am fully aware and respect the fact that no one knows why two people fall for each other ! But it may so happen that the cool one would actually read and implement the hot one's thoughts inevitably leading to their coupling. The same thing may happen with a perfectly balance couple depending, again as i said for inexplicable reasons, on their types! Well i prefer most of them are hot as they had been angels before (heehee).

Or say when i am among many strangers and i see a bunch of good looking strangers coming to close talking terms very soon and kind of form an impenetrable group (no pun and nothing sexual intended). And this is exactly what i felt right at that moment as i carried the coffee back to the waiting area - looking at a bunch of beautiful people, who i knew were complete strangers a while back - trying to reflect by questioning their questioning thoughts in my mind. Also thinking, what if the coffee-lady was also a mind reader? Would she smile at me visualizing the butterfly on her the way she did?

Song: एक दिन आसमान से परी आएगी ...

Cleanup Discoveries!

I could live in the PG for just a few days. The door opened straight into the staircase and that led out of the bilding. Walking down that straicase of my PG is so imbibed in me that sometimes i am fearful of doors. What if i open the door to my appartment or what if the elevator door slides and i walk into that PG once more sleepy eyed - look around and realize that all this while i was only sleeping. That everything i felt has happened to me in the last couple of months was just one long night's dream which has finally come to an end? That the coldness i felt was only because Bangalore has had a good rain in the night? I would realize that i was feeling sleepy the entire duration as i was, in reality, asleep! I would probably call home, talk to everyone for a while, puzzled. And they would wonder for a while as to why i called them so early in the morning.

The work got finished very early today at the office and I sat wondering at the closed racks and a table full of books in my cubicle. Dusty and not even touched since a very long time, i had never cared to look into it since the last twenty days i am here. So very excited to clean (the day before was a cleaning day for my desk that is huge and has many facets - as in sections for various clients) i ventured into the dust. CD's never fascinated me as they are simple metallic looking discs with no features. But today it was an emotion that was beyond likes and dislikes as the number of CD's that i had to identify ran into a little more than a thousand. Numerous ... many and many papers - printouts of graphs, mails, guides, manuals - all of them presented what would be the complete opposite of a paperless office. And all sorts of hardware - hub, switch, a laptop, connectors, chargers, adaptors, tapes - whatever one can imagine was there too. Oh yes there is a ESM (thats my team name) toolbox too - just like the one that can be expected in a garage.

Papers were in a different form too - that of bound books and folders. Reams of pages with lots of handwritten stuff - showing sketches, block diagrams, one liners, paragraphs, doodles - everything ranging from even before 2001. That year became specific as looking at one of the sheets i remembered how that very month of that year the first semester of college had begun for me. And here were these people having numerous discussions among themselves and with the clients in order to setup network monitoring. I felt a strange feeling of nostalgia - not for myself but for those papers i was looking at. It was as if i had become them and was remembering the day i was last scribbled on, last turned, last touched. Everything was there - undisturbed.

Strange how people do things for such a long time with such zeal and enthusiasm and move on. They set and care for a thing like their own child - that it should be the best, it should be flawless, it should be "mine" - and just like that one day say goodbye to those very things. So much knowledge, so much information, so much stuff that has now become the "background", so much design, so many processes that no longer even exist - how did they come into place? How was it when they were being worked on? How much research went into their development? Who did all those planning? Was it done in the office hours or after office hours? Was the person who did the implementaiton, for example did it successfully in the first attempt? Where are the people who did all of this now? Why did they leave when they left? So many questions - some would say utterly useless to ask - still stand up!

I never had dealt on a daily basis with anything where i was after many. The appartment houses ever allotted to dad were almost always newly built, the schools I went always had their buildings newly built at that point, the college i went to was a brand new one, the house i lived in with friends in Banalore was a new one, but this is unlike them all - work. When i was a kid someone suggested to have as much fun when there was time, as once one started working, there is no fun and many other things about work. But no one ever told me how to deal with / take the shoes of the "ghosts" at work!

I feel so numb now, am sure will just climb in my sheets as soon as i reach my appartment. I did not have the heart to throw away those papers - none of them ... just cleaned them off and left them as they were in those closets. Among all the stuff were also a bunch of visiting cards of the people who might have been the team members probably when the team was found long back - read the names and wondered if would ever find those people. So much associated history is lost with what and where we work that it wont be a good feeling when someone says - "Oh it is just work!"

Song: क्यों बार बार आंखों में तुम, करवट बदलते हो ...

Wet Meadows!

10 is a beautiful number - a number that exists beyond singles ones and is coupled - the first number which is no longer a stag- the first number which loses itself if its components are taken away, the first number which brings one and nothing ... together. Well, that was the number of hours the flight lasted from KL to Auckland. This was the longest time I had ever been away from land. Its a strange feeling when you are away - up there in the sky. It makes one to long to return ... dont know how the astronauts remain for so many days up there. I felt what the last astronaut (an Indian-American female) who we heard in news was trapped in the spaceship and her arrival was getting delayed, must have felt up there. And I felt why the mythical Gods whould want to be humans at lest for a while ... we might be fallen, but this sure is a nice place to fall :) The visibility outside the window before landing at Auckland - the last 7 minutes below the last of clouds, was one reel of scene which if captured would have been an astoundingly beautiful piece.

The outside was so much colder than the cabin and it was turbulant as well - winds and rain droplets just rushing in from all directions. Once on land, I was able to see the clouds passing by with an alarming strength - the dark clouds and the white ones within them. By this time I had a sore throat already and an blocked/imbalanced ear as well. The next flight to Wellington was just of an hour's duration but the waiting went on for six long hours - thank gawd for the internet which saved my sanity. By the time this one took off - it was almost dark ... but before land again vanished, I could see the city being left far behind and a herd of cattle grazing in the meadows that were soon going to be wet. With the bird's eye view of the cattle being gathered for the day, my eyes closed again into nothing ...

Song: Masha Allah ...

Kenvin Costner and Rugby!

She: What song is that?
He : Its the OST from the movie Waterworld.
She: You know I just wanted to say you thins, it was in mind from the time I saw you - you look like the lead in that movie.
He: What Kevin Costner?
She: Yeah ... him ....
He: Wow, I never got that one before ...

And they had a big laugh. But she was serious and he appeared just as Kevin to her - bright golden hair, blue eyes and a longish face.

He: How long have you been in the city?
She: Oh not long, a few days, thats all. And you.
He: I have been here all my life. Born and brough up.
She: Wow! The you should show me around.
He: Of course! I will love you to take a ride around. Its a beautiful city. Though not very big, you will have a nice time around the coast and beyond the hills.
She: That will be nice ... so what do you do apart from work?
He: I play rugby ... and watch rugby, have a beer may be ... and talk about rugby.
She: Thats a lot of rugby :) do they just grab the ball and run?

She pointed to the television. The Rugby world cup France was on. The All Black against Romania.

She: Can he just not throw the ball beyond the line?
He: (Laughing) No he cannot, he has to take it and sit it on that section. You know nothing about rugby do you?
She: Not yet, just learning. There should be some movie in which Kevin Costner plays rugby, it is an American sport afterall.
He: No its not, its English. You really know nothing about Rugby.
She: No I dont. Never had the need to!

But it was fascinating ... new and unsettling for her ... still fascinating!

Song: छैल चबीला, रंगीला, हतीला, रसीला, सजीला, पाजामा है ढीला ...

Flight Plan!

Monday - "You may have to move, bring your passports tomorrow"
Tuedsday - "Apply for your AMEX card"
Wednesday - "Fill in the forms and get the photograph"
Thursday - "Submit your forms"
work ... work ... work ... shifting ... work ...
Thursday next week - "Take your card and passport and fly this weekend"
Surprised and delayed the date
All days - Shopping and Preparations ot packing
Tuesday - It started
Wednesday - It ended.

More than a week of prepartion and it was just for 2 days. Exactly like the times when we prepared for the plays. I remember how taxing it was the first time I did that one. RT, Swati, Ankit, DA and a whole other bunch of people - night and day - we slogged for days together. Dint have a cell-phone then ... scorching sun of Gandhinagar - and roaming aorund in all the buildings just to find the last person - that was very taxing ... but then the thing about it is that it is remembered. Remembered, unlike the final show - which took me into a state of complete numbness and awe - I donot remember of what happened that evening, but I remember each day before that evening.

This was just like that - all the preparation and all the anticipation - all of it taking the backseat till the day actually arrives - you plan and plan but everything goes according to whatever is planned beforehand :) long before even you knew what planning is. The two may be aligned by any angle - ranging from 0 degrees (closest) to 180 degrees (where one just exclaims)!

But whatever it is ... one has to do the best to take the situation - to handle what comes along. And it has to be done with proper discipline and heartedness, with all stones altered. Resembles quite a lot with what a friend says everytime he logs in - "The price of discipline is always less than the pain of regret."

Song: Thode Badmaash Ho Tum ...

With Twins!

Twins - I have always been fascinated by them. Aren't they a miracle of the nature? Two individuals just like each other - to a large extent one can replace each other completely. The first time I ever saw them was when I was in Ramagundam - Nani and Chinni (brother and sister) - I used to be with them and wonder. And then came Sandeep and Pradeep (:)) and I wondered more. How and why it was the way it was. But then it was - two people and exactly the same. That was a long time back. I had not though of it in a long time now. Till 20th of september of this year.

Leaving Bangalore never occured as I was exhausted with the last day preparations and packing and un-packing at the airport as my lauggage exceeded by 5 kg ... sigh. I was vdamn tired. The last thing I heard consciously was - "... when this happens, that means the air pressure is low in the cabin ... " and when I opened my eyes, it was bright outside - I had already lost two and half hours of my life and was landing at Kuala Lumpur. I always wanted to be there as Uday said it was a lovely place. As a welcome surprise, my cell-phone was already in roaming. After a lot of moving aorund the airport, foound the correct visa counter and in two hours we were on the streets of the countryside which was an hour's drive ffrom the main city - KL. Breakfast and lunch in the resort hotel booked was wonderful and an hour's sleep did help in refueling :)

Within an hour of drive from there - the drive which was unique in its own way because of all the huge mountains and land pieces covered with planted palm oil trees - mesmerizing in their own way. The king's palace - it seemed the king was really there in the palace that day, the world's largest butterfly/bird garden and the menare-KL - all of them just passed by, as I could see them - those twins. Finally I was there at the foot of the twins - these ones created by humans - beautiful blue-green panes allover - shiny and tall - exactly as I like them.

The first time I saw them I remembered a tarana Madam had taught me a few years back - dhir dhir tanan nana - in its full form and pace - with the beats of pakhawaj. A beautiful piece of work - wonderful how man creates such pieces of work which are so huge in form and/or effect that they live on ... even after man is gone. I am sure the alien space-ships passing by the equator of earth do spot these outstanding brothers and marvel humanity! A five storey shopping mall which belittled The Forum and numerous photographs hence, when I left the place back for the airport, there was just one thing in my mind - my craving (i have at last got this word) for grandness and what actually it may scale to - for grandness, sky is the limit ... On the trip back, I dozed off for a mintue and had a vision - of Mom, bro and RT at the airport - patiently waiting for me outside the airport. I missed them.

Song: Jan-e-Jane Ja ...

Very Shabnami!

Now there was a time when I was in Kahalgaon - a place with swinging temperatures - summers peak to 38 and winters go down to 4 or so। I was an adolescent and it was the beginning of my contacts with the world outside my family - outside the 4 of us. School, outside people and the world of gossip which makes the world flow - it was wonderful - people noticing me (not that they did not do it before) and appreciating me. It was the time when feathers started sprouting out of the wings - itchy but for a better time ahead. And it was around this time when it came - when music shatters the barriers of silence. Why I fell in love with it is like one of those unanswered questions - why do people like each other at all! And i was swept by it and fell for it ... It was in those transition times of summer to winter and it was like temperature falling, rains falling, and me falling - first for the music and then for the visuals and then for the intricate things like shades and locations. I was in me after a while. Year by year after that year - 1995 - i have waited for such a thing to happen. Its like esperiencing the one thing that makes you wait gives you so much pleasure than experiencing whatever is readily available. :)

And then this year when again the temperature is going down, this came again। In many forms I would say there are indications from everywhere. Either my life is going to end soon or it is that sometime in life we just get lucky :) For beginners, my life always had a winter in the winters - but this time spring has taken the place of autumn and the summers are going to take over the winters. The trees which should have appeared to be lifeless, leafless and frosted at this time are appearing to turn green. Then there is this place which is a coast but the coldest coast i have ever been to, which i am beginning to fall for. And then there is this piece of work coming by (which HE knows when I will be able to see) that i am having to hear everyday - it is sinking in me like a creeper that spreads on the exterior of a huge tree in the rains and then spreads it roots inside the tree to hold to it strong. Nights always had the previlege of the moon's light but to hold on to someone when you roam around the harbour on a fullmoon night was just a fantasy, which also has come true. Is this the end of the world or is this the end of the world as i know it? I dont know and I dont think I care. Thinking is one thing but I think i should take it the way it comes. This is afterall ... surrendering, isnt it?

सोंग: जब से तेरे नैना ...