Yeh Jo halka Halka Suroor hai!!!

The words of that singing maestro, Ustad Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, years since he must have sung this song and this song brings new meaning to all those that hear it, everyone who has loved and to all those who have loved and lost.

A not too cheerful beginning to the new year on my blog, which i have ignored for a long time now, and i'm really sad that one of the things that my post grad has taken away from me is the prolific quantity of my writings, yet it has given a certain fatalistic depth to my writings. New dimensions are always welcomed even though they might lead to the depths of Tartarus.

Bah! I rave on like a psychotic headcase, to my general indifference i have turned 24 and have to salute my friends who like clockwork kept calling till i spoke to them, a very very big thank you from my side, may the sun of our friendship burn through eternity. It was a most wondrous day and specially because i and my friends threw a bachelors for a dear new friend. I have been partying almost continually since the last year ended and this one began which has now started to get on the nerves of my mother and she lets me know in unequivocal terms that my new attitude is not appreciated(Awaara ho gaye ho tum). The partying for the month of January continued and reached its zenith with the birthday party that i threw for my new friends, it was a 6 man affair with me sharing the honors of bein the host with Neeraj Khatri, Naveen Khatri, Sumit Choudhary, Raman Choudhary and the Hostess of the night Nishita Bhasin (who, as is her want, again twisted her ankle), the night was absolutely rocking with the "teacher" lecturing profusely, and an uncooperative youtube acting as the DJ.

But, after all was said and done, after all the cheers and all the backslapping had subsided, after all the proverbial dust had settled, it ended up with the last people standing or sitting as was our case, and as the clock chimed 3, a gentle pattering of raindrops could be heard, a cold breeze started, there was an emptiness. The emptiness was accentuated by the others there who were trying to fill that emptiness with each other, their worldly masks stripped bare for a moment and in that moment the reflection of the glorious companionship they shared, the moment so glorious in itself that it seemed to radiate the love that must exist somewhere out there, and as we sang the most beautiful love songs ever written, the emptiness solidified into something so cold and dense that it chilled my being, and in one moment i could recall all i could about love past present and future.
Welcome 2011, you are here, you have brought luck, misfortune and fun.
Let this be the year of glory.

"Mere baad kisko sataaoge, maine milkar unke saamne to khanjar rakh diyaa, phir kaleja rakh diyaa, dil rakh diyaa, sir rakh diyaa, aur arz kiyaa, mere baad kisko sataaoge mujhe kis tarah se mitaaoge, kahaan jaakar teer chalaoge, meri dosti ki balaayein lo, mujhe haath uthaakar duaein do, tumhe ek kaatil bana diyaa" Utd. N.F.A Khan