Ragging Ke Darmiyan ...
Yaaawn! ... Reading documents is the most boring job in life. Even after having spent close to half a decade in an industry that requires me to interact with the comp once every half a second ; i have not got used to reading documents on the scren. I woudl rather have a print out , sit inches away from the Mon(i)stor and read it in peace...
Again after a long break, I am blogging. Not that the thought of spilling some ink(well i cannot say that exactly), on my monlogue did not cross my mind, but either i was too busy or tooooooo lazy to do so.
Mornings begin as usual with Radio city listening in the bus. Today for the first time on radio, i heard the song ... "Bahon ke darmiyaan...." , and my thoughts drifted to an incident nearly a decade ago ... Me standing with my head hung down (can't say in shame, for till date i don't realize what shameful act had i done) and tears almost forming in my eyes, while mentally i was hitting the taskmaster standing in front of me....
I always prided myself in the fact that i could sing decently well. So, when in the first class of ED(engineering drawing), the lecturer asked us to perform any one act on stage, I chose my favourite singing , and this being my current favourite - i did not think twice before vocalizing it in front of the 60 old students comprising of both girls and boys. Not for a teeny weeny microsecond, did i dwell to think of the picturization of the song, or the meaning of the words. A song was a song for me, musical to ears and soothing to the heart.
But how was i to know the terrible mistake I had done!!! ... By the time i reached hostel in the evening, the summons had arrived... Lady hidimba was waiting for me ... I could also see my ever-smirking "darling friend" classmate standing there. Even then i could not put my finger as to what crime i had been a part of ...
A Lecture ensued "What do you think of yourselves? Great models? Stars? Do you want your names to be written on all the walls of the class rooms with "I love You"'s all over .. ? Have you come here to study or make boyfriends? What were you trying to show of... "Wham! Bham!Whack! .. it went on for half an hour before slowly she asked "why did you sing those songs in the class?" My partner-in-crime had sung the most innocent of all songs "Tere mere milan ki yeh raina" ... And then there was light in the room , all the black clouds hangning over my head were instantly cleared - when I realised she was bashing us up for nothing .... But what was i to do? She was a senior .. and me a poor,wretched junior ...
Till I left college, the Bahon ke darmiyan story was never forgotten in my batch. Any moment this song played on the TV in common room , all would rush out yelling my name and asking me to come and watch my "Moment to Fame"....
So much for my love for music!
Again after a long break, I am blogging. Not that the thought of spilling some ink(well i cannot say that exactly), on my monlogue did not cross my mind, but either i was too busy or tooooooo lazy to do so.
Mornings begin as usual with Radio city listening in the bus. Today for the first time on radio, i heard the song ... "Bahon ke darmiyaan...." , and my thoughts drifted to an incident nearly a decade ago ... Me standing with my head hung down (can't say in shame, for till date i don't realize what shameful act had i done) and tears almost forming in my eyes, while mentally i was hitting the taskmaster standing in front of me....
I always prided myself in the fact that i could sing decently well. So, when in the first class of ED(engineering drawing), the lecturer asked us to perform any one act on stage, I chose my favourite singing , and this being my current favourite - i did not think twice before vocalizing it in front of the 60 old students comprising of both girls and boys. Not for a teeny weeny microsecond, did i dwell to think of the picturization of the song, or the meaning of the words. A song was a song for me, musical to ears and soothing to the heart.
But how was i to know the terrible mistake I had done!!! ... By the time i reached hostel in the evening, the summons had arrived... Lady hidimba was waiting for me ... I could also see my ever-smirking "darling friend" classmate standing there. Even then i could not put my finger as to what crime i had been a part of ...
A Lecture ensued "What do you think of yourselves? Great models? Stars? Do you want your names to be written on all the walls of the class rooms with "I love You"'s all over .. ? Have you come here to study or make boyfriends? What were you trying to show of... "Wham! Bham!Whack! .. it went on for half an hour before slowly she asked "why did you sing those songs in the class?" My partner-in-crime had sung the most innocent of all songs "Tere mere milan ki yeh raina" ... And then there was light in the room , all the black clouds hangning over my head were instantly cleared - when I realised she was bashing us up for nothing .... But what was i to do? She was a senior .. and me a poor,wretched junior ...
Till I left college, the Bahon ke darmiyan story was never forgotten in my batch. Any moment this song played on the TV in common room , all would rush out yelling my name and asking me to come and watch my "Moment to Fame"....
So much for my love for music!
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