Just opened youtube and while surfing, somehow reached to a video - making of 'Tarun aahe ratra ajuni'(a famous marathi Bhavgeet) for new marathi film Anvat. The song is remade and is now sung by Shankar Mahadevan. The video showed the original composer of the song Pt. Hridaynath Mangeshkar guiding Shankar Mahadevan for marathi words and tune etc. I watched the video like any other youtube videos. But it clicked something in my heart(not just mind this time huh :P) and I quickly searched and played many other marathi songs (old bhav geet). And they swiftly opened the door to my closed but unforgotten memories.
Those songs and the calmness around, made me recollect my childhood days(or should I say- days when I was living with my parents) when my every morning used to start with marathi songs without fail. Songs - sometimes devotional, sometimes 'Bhavgeet' by legends like Asha Bhosale, Suman Kalyanpur, Lata Mangeshkar, Arun Date etc. Don't know if it was the composition of songs or voices but the feeling they created inside took me more deeper into the memories.
I saw - Morning sun rays entering my blue colored room, fragrance of flowers, aarti and agarbaatti presented to God generating positive energy all over home, a beautiful composition adding to the aura of love, compassion, laugh and ...
a sweet call out from mother to ask me to get up and... me... there.. sleeping ... numb..in dreams ..pretending as if I did not hear anything... and in some time(may be almost an hour??) a worried call out from father urging me to wake up...and me...again.. pretending now that I heard only this time something... :P
How rude of me no?.. But not sure if I was pretending..or rather they were, that they did not understand my tricks?? :D.. yeah.. may be they were!!! because father told me that it was 9 AM but actually it was 8 AM only.. :( :P
haha....It felt so good to go back and see my life in third person.
More and more songs I played, more I dived deep into memories. But tell you, I didn't remember any of my days then without refreshing mornings, busy afternoons, energized evenings and peaceful nights.
I saw - Morning sun rays entering my blue colored room, fragrance of flowers, aarti and agarbaatti presented to God generating positive energy all over home, a beautiful composition adding to the aura of love, compassion, laugh and ...
a sweet call out from mother to ask me to get up and... me... there.. sleeping ... numb..in dreams ..pretending as if I did not hear anything... and in some time(may be almost an hour??) a worried call out from father urging me to wake up...and me...again.. pretending now that I heard only this time something... :P
How rude of me no?.. But not sure if I was pretending..or rather they were, that they did not understand my tricks?? :D.. yeah.. may be they were!!! because father told me that it was 9 AM but actually it was 8 AM only.. :( :P
haha....It felt so good to go back and see my life in third person.
More and more songs I played, more I dived deep into memories. But tell you, I didn't remember any of my days then without refreshing mornings, busy afternoons, energized evenings and peaceful nights.
Actually speaking.. back then,I never realized that such small day-to-day experiences were so unique and I will cherish them whole my life. I never realized that the time I was spending will give me happiness just by its remembrance.
But today, when I live away from my parents, from the place I was brought up I literally miss the years gone. I cannot believe the fact that the time will never be back and I will not able to live that time again. I cannot digest the fact that I am no more a kid dependent on anyone but rather I should be one on whom one can depend on - including parents.
