I'm sure some of you - if not all of you are die-hard fans of some rugges Hindi tracks.
Today - I shall outline - my most loved - Hindi tracks of all times.
But, first - let me share - with you -
When you dance with all your - Clothes on - And when that "Hat you throw before a performance" goes and hits the back wall of the auditorium you're performing in.
- This is my story when - I was in the second year of College, and I was considered to be a good dancer before that day - When God - n Sun - both favoured me - to lose this reputation.
- It was evening time - around 2:30 pm, and the Tooker Hall, of ECC was jam-packed, as if some Some - gold smith is about to distribute - some gold for free. All are jumping , making all kinds of noises, and then ,you have this announcement - Lavani Srivastava - is coming on stage and shall dance her way.
- Lavani dances on a classical tune, everyone is mesmerised - Lavani keeps dancing, and feel - my last beats - because - it - is my turn - after this. I don't know - what - shall happen - Once she finishes. Will the people even stop for the next moment - after sucha ravishing performance. I feel belittled. I feel all left out. But, I pray to God, to just keep me back, so that I can atleast touch some mud - of the stage - with my own hand.
The clock skips every second. Lavani - puts forward the last - few steps - and then, the judges say - time up. She stops ! Every eye in the Hall - stops - to look at her. I stop to look anywhere else. She has been given a good score.
Lights go out.
I am called - And the - Music - plays bleak.
I think - what to do next - and just to create a ripple - Remove my cowboy cap - and throw it - Hard and as Fast as I can - The cap just misse the Chief-Guest , touches almost all heads in its way, and then goes bang into the back-wall. Their is silence, and then it begins.
I dance - on songs - I don't remeber just now, and it goed on - for the next 15 odd minutes.
I stop. Crowd Stops. The Cheers - go loud. and So loud - Theteachers had to interrupt - to stop them do it.
I'm given a score. I'm given a standing ovation.
But, I'm given a "Red Card" from the competition. A red card not because I've done something wrong, hurt anyone, but because - They told me - When you were damcing - they all were dancing with you - And, this has made - Almost 300 benches in there broke. They want to see you dance again. But we shall have nothing left. So no indoors for you but if something on the Out-Stage happens - you shall be the Show Starter - in that.
I still remember - going back to the stage - after 10 minutes of my performance, and asking them - Please ! Whoever The Person may be - Who Has Got My Cap - Please Give It Back To Me ! And, they shouted we shall - And did the same.
I don't know - what leads people - to do such things. For we it was the sheer pleasure to meet them again, Because the first time I was - meetingthem, I was dancing. And in Dance - you are a Performer (Human Vibes Leave You).
But, when I look back in time, I still cherish that day - God gave me. I still remember the Act, and I'm sure - it shall be one of the greatest - amongst many other greats - to still come my way.
Now my favourites - in terms of Hindi Melodies - kuch aise gaane jo mere liye sangeet se bahut jyada maine rakhtey hai -
- Tumhi meri mandir, tumhi meri pooja, tumhi devta ho.
- Mere sapno ki rani kab yegi tu, ayi rut mastani kab ayegi tu.
- Mere samnewali khidki mein ek chand ka tukdarehta hai.
- Mohe panghat pe nand lal ched gayo re, mohe panghat pe
- Kora kagaz tha yeh man mera, likh diya naam isme tera
- Ishq mein jeena, Ishq mein marna, chup chup ahen bharna kya - Jab ....(u know it)
- Chanda hai tu, Mera suraj hai tu, sabki nigaho ka tara hai tu
- Saagar jaisi ankhon wali yeh to bata tera naam hai kya, chehra hai ya koi
- Aaj kal tere mere pyar ke charche har jubaan pe, ki sabko malum hai aur sabko pata chal gaya
- Teri ankhon ke matwaley baadal ko mera salaam - Julfon ke kaale kaale (Salaam E - Ishq)
I've shared my heart with you in this. Some melodies I can't live without. I pray to God, to give all the singers of all these songs, whatever gifts of love he can.
For all of you ..... I wish you health and wealth ...................... n loads of Happiness
- Regards,
PM
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