And as he sings these verses,
or another of his choice,
at a concert again,
it will rain.
I will probably:
- Have seated myself with the ticket I bought the day I heard of the concert. Listen with the palms alternating between the cheek and chin and after the performance, tell the stranger on my right, "He was mine," nodding in delight, not thinking about the ensuing questions that have to be met. Later, watch him sign autographs.
- Be seated in the first row with the families in the one behind, rapt in the singing; smiling to myself at all the things past. Waiting for him to come back after all the 'thanking people for their appreciation,' and heave a sigh of relief. I should give him the bottle of Minute Maid then.
Or,
- Stand backstage, and be anxious about how it'd go (although there is nothing to worry about), even with the one on my left constantly bugging me about her issues with the event management company. And off stage, stay by him as his, for the after show. Proud, as ever, while people walk up to congratulate. Satiated with the rightful recognitions.
And then at home, just before retiring, hum:
Tu Jo Nahin to Aisay Piya hum
Tu Jo Nahin To Aisay Piya hum
Jaisay Soona Aanganaa
Jaisay Soona Aanganaa
Nain Tehaari Rah Neeharey
Nain Tehaari Rah Neeharey
Nainnan Ko Tarsaona
Nainnan Ko Tarsaona
Mora Saiyaan moh Say bolay Na
Mora Saiyaan moh Say bolay Na
Mein Laakh Jatan Kar Haari
Laakh Jatan Kar Haar Rahi
Mora Saiyyan Moh Say Bolay Na
Mora Saiyyan Moh Say Bolay Na
Pyar Tumhain Kitna Kartay Hain
Pyar Tumhain Kitna Kartay Hain
Tum Yeh Samajh Nahin Pao gay
Tum Yeh Samajh Nahin Pao gay
Jab Hum Na Hongay to Peharwa
Jab Hum Na Hongay to Peharwa
Bolo Kya Tab Aao gay
Bolo Kya Tab Aao gay
Mora Saiyaan moh Sey Bolay Na
Mora Saiyaan moh Sey Bolay Na
Mein Laakh Jatan Kar Haari
Laakh Jatan Kar Haar Rahi
Perhaps even -
nee daya rAda rama ||
kAdane vAreva ru kalyANa rAma ||
nanu brOchE vADani nADE teliya
ina vamSa tilaka inta tAmasamA ||
anniTiki adhikAri vani nE bogaDiti
manninchitE needu mahima ku dakkuvA ||
rAma rAma rAma tyAgarAja hritsadana
nA madi talla Dilla gA nyAyamA vEgamE ||
forgetting that it is the morning Raaga;
Sleeping eventually.
With none but ourselves to say 'touchwood.'
Lilt.
:)
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