Reflections on a Song

As i listen to a song by Bangla band Bhoomi, there is a thought which i thought i had to write somethere. And maybe no better place than this. This is a song from their album Udaan. This song is a calling out to Mother, something which can only be understood listening to the song. Anyway, thats really not what i am writing about.

There are lines in the song which go:

Mone pore shishu khela,

Mone pore chheda kantha re …

Translated, it means that i think about the little games played as a child, the slightly torn quilt which Mom used to tuck you into as you drifted into sleep, to dream your dreams, maybe. This is a line which almost always brings me to tears. It reminds … reminds of the childhood long gone, of the purple quilt i had as a child, which Mom would tuck me into on a cold winter night, and all the wonderful memories associated with the room, with the quilt, with the window which looked out to two mammoth Peepal trees, and the memories of the innocence, the charm of those days of abandon.

When one would come home tired from an evening of playing with friends, and this playing was harmless fun, force oneself to complete homework (if it hadnt already been completed by then) and then dinner, and off to bed, with Mom or Grandma singing the lori (lullaby) to get the mischievous one to sleep, tucked safely under the quilt. More than the warmth of the quilt, i find the quilt to be a symbol of the warmth of the love of parents and grandparents, and warmth of the sheer joy and innocence of those years of childhood which i (and i guess a lot of us) would look back at wistfully.

Which takes me to this one:

Ye daulat bhi le lo, ye shohrat bhi le lo,

Bhale chheen lo mujhse meri jawaani,

Magar mujhko lauta do wo bachpan ka saawan,

Wo kaagaz ki kashti, wo baarish ka paani …

Translated, these lines as fame and fortune to be taken away, even youth to be snatched away, but to be given back the beauty of childhood (cant think of another word to describe saawan), the paper-boats floating in the rainwater.


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