tsvhari
Mumbai, India
Nearly 40 years in impeccable multilingual journalism. / / Broadcasting experience in English, Hindi, Tamil, Urdu. / / Write, print-quality reports in English, Hindi, Tamil. / / Worked for BBC, DW., / / Served as Tamil Nadu bureau chief of a national news agency. / / Provided first official confirmation of the Rajiv Gandhi assassination to the BBC within minutes of the event. / / Covered Asian Tsunami for DW. / / Argued with Prime Ministers Indira Gandhi, Rajiv Gandhi, Deputy PM Devi Lal, Chief Ministers MGR, Karunanidhi, Jayalalithaa in press conferences. / / Author prose and poetry of vintage wine quality. / / Make documentary films of international quality. / / Write television and movie scripts better than what is considered the best today. / / Pen incomparable advertising copy. A simple one-liner on myself: " On my day, I am better than the best..." / / Website: www.tsvhari.com / / haritsv.wordpress.com / / Twitter: @tsvhari
Lata Mangeshkar’s lilting voice breathed life into penned gems by Sultanpur’s wounded soul – Majrooh – soothed my mental wounds yet again.
The longer version of the original song – has been rendered into English by yours truly.
Akin to the zenith of market’s capital
We attract appraising buyers’ greedy glower
In this thirsty street a single drink would suffice
To bring us back to life like resurrected treasures
The beau is here somewhere close to the heart
But the eyes yearn and dart around to seek
Love’s path is straight and ordinary hereabouts
Yet is curled like young maiden’s wavy tiara strands
Visions’ digging buried memories will be futile
Their footprints have risen tall like fortifying walls
The verses’ madness have assumed a new method
Triggering wounded heart’s tears wetting cheeks and lips
The marred soul swears faith and affection
Yet, we stand transfixed like accused in a trial
For the sake of those who appreciate good music, here is the link of the whole song from Dastak [the knock] – the 1970 black and white classic: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8DJxsY8l1FM
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
Is love a bitter medicine
Or an elixir
To be eternal
I know not
Is affection
A means for peace
Or method for affliction
I know not
Can filial love
Wound beyond redemption
To decidedly ****
Its origin
I know not
Would a lifelong companion
Needlessly poison a partner
To incessantly rob him
I know not
But it did happen
So what is life after all
Why were we born
Why do lives end
And from then on
Where do we go
I know not
Existentialism
Is now my first name
And its unending mysterious misery
The identity
My death was confirmed
The moment I was born
I am merely levitating
Towards the inevitable end
To turn that eventuality
Into another adventure
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 8:15 PM UTC