Self-Gloating

Now if you've followed my RFS journey for a while, you'll know I do this very rarely - self-gloating that is; however, my brilliance in the little while leaves me with no other choice but to carry-out this act of self-promotion.

You see dear readers, I was right, and I have empirical proof of my veracity (GRE word - beware - once you study them, they appear everywhere!). In a previous post, I wrote about how I'd noticed a certain fat-chested crow sidling up to another one. With my amazing intellect and perception skills, I conjectured that it was mating season.

A couple days ago, I saw a very small crow - one that was obviously very young; and thus my friends, I can conclude that it was indeed crow mating season in mid-November.

And now I'll go and get my Nobel Prize for Ornithology, thank-you very much!

Arziyan - Delhi-6

Another masterpiece from the team of Prasoon Joshi and A.R Rahman!

Arziyan

Arziyaan saari main, chahere pe likh ke aayaa huun,

Tum se kya maangu main, tum khud hi samajhlo maula,

Maula maula mere maula.

Maula maula maula mere maula,

Maula maula maula maula,

Daraarein daraarein hain maathe pe maula,

Marammat muqaddar ki kardo maula, mere maula.


Tere dar pe jhuka huun, miTaa huun, banaa huun,

Marammat muqaddar ki kardo maula.


Jo bhi tere dar aayaa, jhukne jo sar aayaa,

Mastiyaan piie sab ko jhuumtaa nazar aaya;

Pyaasein leke aayaa thaa dariyaa woh bhar laayaa,

Nuur ki baarish mein bhiigtaa satar aayaa.


Maula maula maula mere maula,

Maula maula maula maula.

Daraarein daraarein hain maathe pe maula,

Marammat muqaddar ki kardo maula, mere maula.

Jo bhi tere dar aayaa, jhukne jo sar aayaa,

mastiyaan piie sab ko jhuumta nazar aayaa.

Ho ek khushbuu aati thi,

Ho ek khushbuu aati thi, main bhaTaktaa jaataa thaa,

Reshamii si maayaa (?) bhi aur main thaktaa jaataa tham.

Jab teri gali aayaa, sach kabhi nazar aayaa,

Mujh mein hi woh khushbuu thi, jisse tu ne milvaayaa.

Maula maula maula mere maula,

Maula maula maula maula.

Daraarein daraarein hain maathe pe maula,

Marammat muqaddar ki kardo maula, mere maula.

TuuTke bikharnaa mujhko zaruur aataa hai,

Par na ibaadat ka shahuur aataa hai (?).

Sajde mein rehene do, ab kahiin na jaaungaa,

Ab jo tumne Thukraayaa to savar na paaungaa.

Maula maula maula mere maula,

Maula maula maula maula.

Daraarein daraarein hain maathe pe maula,

Marammat muqaddar ki kardo maula, mere maula.

Sar uThaake maine to kitnii khwaahishein ki thi,

Kitne khwaab dekhe the, kitnii koshishein ki thi.

Jab tu ruubaruu aayaa,

Jab tu ruubaruu aaya, nazarein na milaa paayaa,

Sar jhukaake ek pal mein,

Sar jhukaake ek pal mein, maine kyaa nahiin paayaa.


Maula maula maula mere maula,

Maula maula maula maula.

Mora piyaa ghar aayaa mora piyaa ghar aayaa (x6)

Maula maula maula mere maula,

Maula maula maula maula.

Mere maula maula maula maula,

Mere maula.

My Beautiful Star

The twinkle in your eyes has disappeared, replaced by complete blackness, as if something has died inside you.

But you will live again and twinkle brighter than before. Have hope my beautiful star.

EEEK

I never knew I could be so stressed I would have trouble falling asleep at night. It's actually quite amusing, if you're one of those people that can laugh at yourself (which it seems I am). I'm entering my last semester of my B.A program and am going crazy. Well, that is, going crazy internally. On the outside, I'm as cool as one can be. I know what I need to do, and I'm doing it. But as soon as the sun sets (plus a few hours because the sun has been falling asleep at 4:30pm these days), I get jittery. Finishing my work well in advance of the time I used to finish it at (let's hope this lasts), I go up to bed, and lo and behold, toss and turn for a couple of hours. Eventually, I manage to fall asleep - only to be jolted awake by a dream (not a nightmare - at least not yet) a few hours later. This continues until around 6:30am, at which time I fall into a relatively deep slumber, only to be unceremoniously kicked out of a dreamless (and thus very peaceful) sleep by the dreaded alarm clock.

Is there a solution to these crazy nerves? Well, to be honest, not really. Unless you count finishing your graduate school application quickly and prodding the admissions committee for a quick response, acing your GRE, and staying on top of things in all your classes - there's really not much I can do. That being said, I am the type of person who thrives on having a sword pointed at my neck - so who knows, maybe this pressure's good for me and I'll live to tell the tale.

And if not, Selfistan can tell it for me - well most of it that is...