Mallom na tha ithni mushkill hai meri rahen
Babul Mora… (mine ofcourse) sang K. L. Saigal in Street Singer, and you shimmied to the beat of his music.
Not only in the choice of your music and singer, you were uniquely different in many ways. Saigal gave you schmaltzy moments and your love for his immortal songs made our hearts lighter.
Ek Bangala Bane Nayara….. Rahe Kumbha jisme sara.. the cassette would play and the dance gremlin bounced onto our beds and kicked our day into a dance mode. Sonay Ka Bangala. Chand ka Jangala (a house of gold enclosed in silver fence) – a dream we dreamed together.
Prem Nagar mein bana oonge ghar mein…. You made eyes at Mom behind her back and we crept behind you, laughing till our sides ached, our eyes streamed and we begged you to stop.
Choopo Na Choopo Na; Hamse Choopo Na wo pyari nazariya… Biappa your favorite daughter, Choti the Jaan of our house. Bhaiya the unpredictable one and me the Pathani Ki beti…. We miss those magical moments and pray for you.
As to the grandchildren and the great grand ones, they still believe in the … Udhne Wala Ghoda.. And when they come to the line.. Chalte Chalte, Udhtey Udhtey Thak gaye Uske Paon.. they each turn away and hide a tear. But we all know nothing could ever come between you and us except Allah.
Inshaallah, in heavan, we hope that Paya aab jee bhar key Sukh; Jisne Bhi Dhook Paya. Ek Bangala Bane Naira..
