Song 30:
It was the singing dancing diva's fate to always bump into the strangest of characters. Not for her the conformity and convention of propah guys. She would always get attracted to the lone ranger, the odd one out, the one with the vagabond in his heart and a propensity to disappear unannounced from time to time. Sure she could have found many a sweet and predictable sort, the dependable ones, the ones that ran their life like immaculate diaries and Grandpa's almanacs with colour coded entries.
But she had to end up with the bhanwra, the bumble bee, buzzing around from flower to flower. She could pull his leg a bit for his 'here today gone tomorrow' habits, his quirks and his idiosyncrasies but she certainly couldn't tame him. Yet whenever they met, they could start from where they had left. There were no hassles with these characters. They were meant to be God's answer to boring routines and smothering schedules. So the diva knew never to aspire to own these characters. It was best to sing with the breeze every time the bhanwra happened to pass by her little garden. That day the flowers would appear brighter, the birds would chirp more merrily. Her wanton black hair would bounce like wild serpents, her eyes would have that special kohl of anticipation and wonder and mischief. The day would pass by like a dream and that night it would be difficult to sleep for she knew when she woke up the next day, if at all she did sleep, there was no guarantee he would be still around. But she'd wait.....she'd wait for him to come by again some day and release the fragrances of her secret garden again ....
Enjoy this superlative number-Asha, Waheeda, Guru Dutt, Shakeel Badayuni, Hemant Kumar-Collective genius!
It was the singing dancing diva's fate to always bump into the strangest of characters. Not for her the conformity and convention of propah guys. She would always get attracted to the lone ranger, the odd one out, the one with the vagabond in his heart and a propensity to disappear unannounced from time to time. Sure she could have found many a sweet and predictable sort, the dependable ones, the ones that ran their life like immaculate diaries and Grandpa's almanacs with colour coded entries.
But she had to end up with the bhanwra, the bumble bee, buzzing around from flower to flower. She could pull his leg a bit for his 'here today gone tomorrow' habits, his quirks and his idiosyncrasies but she certainly couldn't tame him. Yet whenever they met, they could start from where they had left. There were no hassles with these characters. They were meant to be God's answer to boring routines and smothering schedules. So the diva knew never to aspire to own these characters. It was best to sing with the breeze every time the bhanwra happened to pass by her little garden. That day the flowers would appear brighter, the birds would chirp more merrily. Her wanton black hair would bounce like wild serpents, her eyes would have that special kohl of anticipation and wonder and mischief. The day would pass by like a dream and that night it would be difficult to sleep for she knew when she woke up the next day, if at all she did sleep, there was no guarantee he would be still around. But she'd wait.....she'd wait for him to come by again some day and release the fragrances of her secret garden again ....
Enjoy this superlative number-Asha, Waheeda, Guru Dutt, Shakeel Badayuni, Hemant Kumar-Collective genius!
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