on a day like today...
Tonight was a lot of fun. If there were any inhibitions initially, they melted away with the, ‘Perfect Timing, Azam Noon!!’ and that (as always) dazzling smile. M, you got soul!! (and nice shades, too)
Its 3:35 am… About an hour back, I was at the airport. Correction, we were at the airport. No one to pick, no one to drop, no obvious, apparent, comprehendible reason. Just me and Pablo, trying to breathe life into dead runways and sleeping planes. You ask me why. I ask you why not. Our motives were neither malicious nor frivolous. We had no intention of nicking a fire extinguisher or appropriating one of those ‘Caution: Wet Floor’ signs. No sir. We were there because I just wanted to see something fly… and Pablo seconded the motion.
We lied to get ourselves inside.
‘Arrival… Karachi se.’
‘Shaheen Airline?’ inquired the security guard.
‘Haan Ji, Haan Ji… Shaheen Airline’ we both nodded…
and then there we were just me and Pablo, trying to breathe life into dead runways and sleeping planes.
I hate silences. This house tonight, is too quiet… Maybe it’s just the anti climax… yeah, that’s what it is… the anti climax. I doubt reading Christina Rosenthal the second time will be as interesting. I hope my ankle stops hurting. I hope I score against 2008A. I hope Jills forgets the two ‘stuffed chicken breasts’ I owe him in todays ‘double or nothing’ match. I hope I can untangle this vermicelli. Let’s see, shall we?
ai dil-e-nadaan, ai dil-e-nadaan,
aarazuu kyaa hai, justajuu kyaa hai
ai dil-e-nadaan...
ham bhatakate hain, kyoon bhatakate hain, dasht-o-seharaa mein
aisaa lagtaa hai, mauj pyaasii hai, apne dariyaa mein
kaisii ulajhan hai, kyoon ye ulajhan hai
ek saayaa saa, ru-baruu kyaa hai
ai dil-e-nadaan, ai dil-e-nadaan,aarazuu kyaa hai, justajuu kyaa hai
kyaa qayaamat hai, kyaa musiibat hai,
kah nahiin sakate, kiskaa aramaan hai
zindagii jaise, khoyii-khoyii hai, hairaan hairaan hai
ye zamin chup hai, aasamaan chup hai
phir ye dharkan sii, chaar su kyaa hai
ai dil-e-nadaan, ai dil-e-nadaan,
aisii raahon mein, kitne kaante hain,
Arazuon ne, Arazuon ne,
har kisii dil ko, dard baante hain,
kitane ghaayal hain, kitane bismil hain,
is khudaaii mein, ek tuu kyaa hai
ek tuu kyaa hai, ek tuu kyaa hai
ai dil-e-nadaan, ai dil-e-nadaan…
Its 3:35 am… About an hour back, I was at the airport. Correction, we were at the airport. No one to pick, no one to drop, no obvious, apparent, comprehendible reason. Just me and Pablo, trying to breathe life into dead runways and sleeping planes. You ask me why. I ask you why not. Our motives were neither malicious nor frivolous. We had no intention of nicking a fire extinguisher or appropriating one of those ‘Caution: Wet Floor’ signs. No sir. We were there because I just wanted to see something fly… and Pablo seconded the motion.
We lied to get ourselves inside.
‘Arrival… Karachi se.’
‘Shaheen Airline?’ inquired the security guard.
‘Haan Ji, Haan Ji… Shaheen Airline’ we both nodded…
and then there we were just me and Pablo, trying to breathe life into dead runways and sleeping planes.
I hate silences. This house tonight, is too quiet… Maybe it’s just the anti climax… yeah, that’s what it is… the anti climax. I doubt reading Christina Rosenthal the second time will be as interesting. I hope my ankle stops hurting. I hope I score against 2008A. I hope Jills forgets the two ‘stuffed chicken breasts’ I owe him in todays ‘double or nothing’ match. I hope I can untangle this vermicelli. Let’s see, shall we?
ai dil-e-nadaan, ai dil-e-nadaan,
aarazuu kyaa hai, justajuu kyaa hai
ai dil-e-nadaan...
ham bhatakate hain, kyoon bhatakate hain, dasht-o-seharaa mein
aisaa lagtaa hai, mauj pyaasii hai, apne dariyaa mein
kaisii ulajhan hai, kyoon ye ulajhan hai
ek saayaa saa, ru-baruu kyaa hai
ai dil-e-nadaan, ai dil-e-nadaan,aarazuu kyaa hai, justajuu kyaa hai
kyaa qayaamat hai, kyaa musiibat hai,
kah nahiin sakate, kiskaa aramaan hai
zindagii jaise, khoyii-khoyii hai, hairaan hairaan hai
ye zamin chup hai, aasamaan chup hai
phir ye dharkan sii, chaar su kyaa hai
ai dil-e-nadaan, ai dil-e-nadaan,
aisii raahon mein, kitne kaante hain,
Arazuon ne, Arazuon ne,
har kisii dil ko, dard baante hain,
kitane ghaayal hain, kitane bismil hain,
is khudaaii mein, ek tuu kyaa hai
ek tuu kyaa hai, ek tuu kyaa hai
ai dil-e-nadaan, ai dil-e-nadaan…
posted by Azam at 3:51 AM
19 Comments:
then what happened?
I sang the entire thing. In tune and with the pauses. It made me forget the mundane and somewhat crass thing I had intended to write earlier. And not so surprisingly I sang it with just the perfect touch of melancholy that this song of yore demands.
I really love the fact that you and the buddy went to breate life in into dead planes and silent runways. Its the foggy nights. You'll always laugh about them later. (How'd the Shaheen Airways turn out AND was Asim home alone?). And as Phoebe once said: I'm going to the Airport to see if someone left a plane unattended."
P.S Since I am shallow and crass, how'd the party go? How or rather who was the PYT?
Here's something to serenade you:
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hahahahahahahahaaha
oh azam noon i miss thee. CD skips stolen car. but what a song.
I like potato chips
i am job
I am job-less
I want to play football
who'd you go with ? :O you'v made new friends and moved on ? =/ .. et tu noon ?
Hey man don't forget the guyship ok?
There may be gold ships,
There may be silver ships,
There may be friendships,
But there will always be the GUYSHIP!!
[random thought] "I've heard that you're gay..."
[2nd random thought due to cause and effect] "No wait, you are gay"
o ye of weak faith. fear not, for you shall be delivered. forget not that there is always a higher purpose... and did we not predict the clash of Thierry and Faisalabadi... for verily there is more to badminton than the mere eye can percieve.
Book of Dastism (7:24:365)
The dasti dogma (12:01:00)
*dead*
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IM RICK JAMES BEECH
DARKNEEEEEEEESSSS.... come here bitch and show charlie murphy yo' ti***s! IM RICK JAMES BITCH !!
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