Waterlilies

Where i come from

2010-11-30T09:01:00.000-08:00

I was born into a bhramin family & married outside the bhramin caste. I do not fully understand or connect with this but i feel my body respond when anyone says anything derogotory. Is this really in my genes? And this I learnt while growing up that I am sensitive to my roots- just never did enough to find out ALL that I must know of them. But yet when anyone says we are 'cooks' or ' priests'... on a loose way- I feel the color drain from my face & I object instinctively. And somehow I can't forgiv. So, what is this about?

Spine

2009-09-19T06:32:00.000-07:00

I always believe that every person has a 'choice' at all things in life.

Whether it is about even chosing to have a choice firstly. Yes, this may sound complicated but over the past couple of years, I've met enough people who first cannot even accept that they have an alternative from what they feel they are compelled into.

So, the first lesson is to accept that you have a choice in EVERYTHING in life. The choice to not do anything about it is again a CHOICE.

It exasperates me when I meet people who do not acknowledge this basic thing.

After you've acknowledged that you have a choice then comes all the other things about what options and choices you make.

The other personal belief I have is that it's all about 'the extra mile'. There are certain things, people and situations that demand and 'extra mile' from each of us. To be fair to ourselves beyond anything and anyone else, it is important & integral that we 'walk the extra mile'.

Walking the extra mile is actually turning into reality what one wishes, wants or desires. It could a stepping stone towards fulfilling a life-time wish or goal or it could simply be standing up for what you believe in. But, growing up means 'walking the extra mile'.

I've met so many people who make tall claims about who they are as individuals, what they 'personally' believe in, what their wishes are, what they dream to do... moment of truth- they fall apart like a pack of cards....

Personally for me, my beliefs, desires, wishes and dreams are somethings that I would walk the extra mile for ALWAYS.

There are many people and many situations in the past that I've walked the 'extra mile' for and the only thing that I've learnt is I am the only one walking that road.

WE all face moment of truths in many situations in our lives and when we do, we forget to be honest to ourselves. And in that we sacrifice not only ourselves but also the people around us- people who have dedicated their time, emotions and lives around us. How can we be so frivolous about that? But, we are.

As each day passes, and I continue to believe in both these things- my faith in people has reduced to almost nil. People who live lies are more commonly found than those who live the truth- truth of their own lives.

Keeping the Faith

2009-09-19T06:19:00.000-07:00

I watched this movie this afternoon and I was amazed at how close it is to my real life.... the main difference being the happy ending... :)...

And they say that movies reflect what happens in real life- reel life mirrors real life. Only thing that real life is not always so positive and so full of happy endings...

Who watches them?

2009-09-02T01:09:00.001-07:00

AS I've been recuperating at home, I have to admit I am also guilty of sticking to the TV for a few hours in the afternoon and in the evening through the shameful Hindi soaps. Yes! Me! At the expense of watching an episode where the 'bahus of an elite family' spend 35 minutes debating monthly expenses of the household and 1 dispute of how the money should be spent! And I actually sat through it- my mind absorbing the most idiotic of moments. As I look back now, I realized what I did! I wasted a half hour of my precious life watching that episode- yes, I actually did.

I always as an outsider, ridiculed these soaps and laughed at the pathetic minds that would spend hours watching them- all the women in India who feed off them for entertainment.

Where is the entertainment? There is none! And I fail to see how any average mind can even tolerate these things. But then, there is a whole industry that thrives off this and again my mind can't seem to absorb the reality of it.

When will Indian TV see some intellectual progression as entertainment? I wonder if it ever will.

I may be unfair as an urban individual to comment on what defines entertainment for the mass public of India and this fact just made me realize that it is my ignorance that makes me think this way. Obviously, when the mass India is still expectant of basic education then this level of entertainment is valid.

Then, where is the segmentation for entertainment for the others? Why do we have to also be exposed to sub-intellectual level of entertainment. Above it, rely on the 'world' channels to provide decades old episodes of the American TV seriels. Again, sub-standard because they are not the latest either. Additionally, they also expose us to the American culture instead of our own.

WEll, it's funny but why hasn't anyone thought of this yet? Or has, but there is not enough money to invest in it? Till then, guess I can forgive myself for committing the crime of watching Indian TV.

2009-09-02T01:04:00.000-07:00

Finally, back onto the blog after a long break. There's so much to write and yet am feeling a block. Like you know your on the highway, but, the sign posts that warn you of the speed limit seem to limit your gearbox from shifting.

In a way, maybe gathering the thoughts is better than random thoughts not leading to anything- or is it?

I know that this phase is a turn forever- whether away or to a destination is the important thing.

And, I won't know till I get there- like always......

2009-05-21T20:38:00.001-07:00

I've come at a wierd cross roads again and the most important thing that I know I should have is utmost faith and belief. But, is that what will work?
I don't claim to be strong anymore, actually am a silly weak-hearted person.... finally, I said it to the world.
In my own selfishness to strive for a better life, I may be asking for too many sacrifices from the other. It may not make sense right now to anyone but in the long run I know I deserve ALL.
It's a sinking feeling to know that I am being deprived of what is my right because the world does not percieve me to have such right....
I finally understand what prejudice is.
The ambiant force that hurdles problems at you, in the pretext of being protective about you.
How much can this last?
Does it mean that I will give in to the fate that is decided by others for me?
Does it mean that I do not even have the right to hope and dream of a better tomorrow?
Of a secure tomorrow?
I don't want to make others pay for what is my handicap... did I just call it that?
Is this what I will think of it- a handicap?

Don't recall what it is like anymore

2009-03-23T05:59:00.000-07:00

I don't recall what making my own choices about life is about anymore.
And that is the simple truth.
Waiting it out and it just never seems to end.
Need some direction soon, because if not soon then it'll be never.

People advise me on how life is about choices.
I ask what is that? What is a choice?
Is it not doing anything about everything?
Is it knowing that nothing you do will change the current?
Is mod pein kitni rahe jee leeye kya pata
Is mod pein kitni dukh seh leeye kya pata
Is mod pein waqt tham sa gaya
Jaane kaha yeh rastein le jarey hain
Lekin manzil kahin nazar na aye to yeh mod se bhi kya rishta?
Kya rishta?

Revolutionary Road

2009-03-08T07:11:00.000-07:00

This movie may not have been enjoyed by many but I saw something different.
There is a message that I can relate to... (here I know a good friend would've immediately cut me off mid-sentence and said, " You can't relate everthing to your life!"- but then this is me).
Relationships are complex situations (?).
I've always opined that they are about:
1. deep sense of understanding
2. constantly forgiving
3. complete involvement
4. focused direction
5. commitment to move forward
6. selflessness
7. and most of all sacrifice.

I was sitting through the movie and could not help notice that most of these things hold true even if our ‘evolved’ societies.. considering the movie is in the 70’s.

Successful relationships last only because of this interesting mix of what I’ve listed down earlier. Any missing element and things continue to be rocky. It’s not like most of us don’t know these things, then why do we always talk about ‘ I want this’ and ‘ I expect this’?

The key is ‘where do I draw the line’?
When do I stop living someone else’s life and start living my own?
When is it going to be about me?

In the state of confusion in the youth today (I still believe I am part of the youth- J), this is difficult to find.

And the soul searching continues.

But on a not-so-serious note- men should take women seriously when they say ‘NO’!

Once again....

2009-01-26T06:22:00.000-08:00

At junctures.... of pain, liberation, new things, old things & more pain.
Even though life is a new chapter each day & a new story each moment, some things we will carry with us. Lessons we learn, people we love, & decisions we make.
And with each new experience, the story continues with new twists and turns.

IF life did not consist of so many stories that run parallely, it would not be life.
IF people always knew how you felt, they would never be a chapter in your life but be the story of your life.

I wish there was a way to let someone know that they make a difference in your life.
I wish that what you wanted was as least known to the other.

What is love?
Is love wanting the other's happiness?
Is love wanting to be together forever?
Is love wanting to protect the other from the ugly in life?
Is love giving direction when they may see none?
Is love keeping quiet when needed & letting things go when the other wants?
Is love still wanting a person in your life when all seems to be going wrong?
Is love wanting to run to him when all seems to be going wrong?
Is love where you seem to find peace?
Is love only when it's both ways?
Is love beyond people & situations?
Is love there at all?

Guess life is bigger than love, & love is not larger than life.
That is what makes all the difference.

When did I let go of me?

2009-01-21T08:21:00.000-08:00

There are some days when you are reminded that you've forgotten who you originally are.
Over the years, I spent learning, adapting & somewhere I became too nice. I wish I knew that management lessons of giving others the space to opine does not mean agreeing with them, and it does not mean that I have to change my views.
Somewhere along the way, I started living someone else's life... and this year I've resolved to live my own. Let's see where it takes me. Will I become rebellious? Too aggressive? Too opinionated?
Or will I get tired of fighting for my individuality and slip into my habit of giving in?
I'd like to know when I let go of me. Someone once dedicated a long time reminding me in small ways that I had to find me. But, I never could & maybe would but never did for good.
In small ways, in tiny actions, and quck chats I was led to being me. But, when I started swimming on my own, I no longer know how to be me-those small lessons seem forgotten.
Today, finding me within myself is difficult... but, I have not given up. Because, giving up is for cowards. The key is to find my space. And in my space, I will find me.

Hope once again....

2009-01-20T21:30:00.001-08:00

It seems the flavor of the season and even before is HOPE. Obama and more... it's all about hope. I just hope that (no pun intended here) that this positivity permeats every negative activity that occurs. Too much to hope for?Each day is a new lesson & mine today was again HOPE!Lost in my thoughts as usual in the train this morning, I am woken out of my slumber with sudden burst of noise & activity.A couple of stations down from where I boarded, a bunch of young girls stormed into the train compartment bursting with energy. Hyper active and looking forward to a fun-filled day, they reminded me of my childhood days.Screaming with excitement & charged with electrifying energy levels, they brought smiles on most women in the compartment.I think each of them was thinking the same thing as I was, flashback to our own school days when life was so much simpler & each day was a brand new start. No worries, only fun!

Hope is in the air...

Rags to Riches

2009-01-20T09:09:00.000-08:00

Evey Indian dream is built by hope. Hope to survive through the meagre rations of life that Indians live by. Most are not blessed with abundance & do live the most neutral lifestyles.
Although, I agree that Slumdog Millionaire may have been a tad overdone in rags to riches story..it is not far from representing the significance of HOPE that we Indians have in us.

The story is beautifully crafted around a young man who represents a large section of Indian society, maybe not by his background, but surely by the experiences he goes through. He is the underdog, the guy who has to give up more in life to learn that he will have to fight for his rights if he believes he has them! Most Indians understand life to be REAL- always demanding to give up more than ask for, always being served less than the appetite... Indian lives are not about abundance but about rationing. Rationing emotions, rationing money, rationing food and even rationing space... we urbanites would understand that from very near.

It's unfair to say that the movie represents india as an underbellied nation, because our growth story is restricted to a certain section of society and the real problems stare us in the face even amongst all the "india shining'.

Beyond the actual story, the movie also mobilizes an emotion that some of us may have buried within us- the emotion of empathising with others, the core values of understanding the common stories around us and not being blinded by our abundant lives.

Being an urbanite all my life, the movie made me pause and look at my life from outside and appreciate the most natural components of food, water & shelter. My sensitive side has been rudely awakened by the stories that bring to life the realities of a lot of street children that I see every day of my life.

A small incidence today sums up the impact of this movie on my soul...
I was traveling by train to my workplace & was rudely interjected by a small hand roughly scratching my leg. I was lost in thoughts playing to the music in my ears and did not notice a street child begging me for money. Once shaken from my void, I see that she is accompanied by 2 blind boys who are singing praise of "Shirdi Sai Baba' in a bhajan that I recognize from a movie.
A flashback from the movie kills the positivity in me in that moment because I now KNOW the story behind the lives of these 3 children & many more like them.

I have to admit, the movie has made me human again.

Change is a constant

2008-10-02T10:00:00.000-07:00

Lifes biggest challenges and changes coming through at the same time.
It is not enough to know that you've faced many before and this should not be new but each time it's a different feeling.
Acceptance is the biggest challenge and that which only time permits you to embrace.
An inner calling is not always an easy path, neither is it a path full of pains that are easy to deal with.
But, this inner calling is the most important voice that decides the path of life.
As I accept this inner calling, I do not know what it holds, and will have regrets but those that I can live with.
It is easier to deal with the feeling that I did what I must do rather than what I'd like to do.

Bhachna Aee Haseeno.

2008-08-16T06:49:00.000-07:00

A good entertainer with a moral for those who want to see it. For all the guys out there who knowingly or unknowingly are spoiling lives of women with sincere emotions. Have I touched a sensitive cord for you guys? Welll, the fact remains that women are mostly thinking by the heart & men think from else where and I was not talking of the head my friends.

Good songs, good scenic locations, a typical masala movie. But, it does make you laugh out loud at times and that is the feather in the cap for the movie I think.

Ranbir proves to have the Kapoor blood but his girly looks defy the character he wants to portray. Yes, maybe for this role where he plays a casanova with innocent looks, his face fits the bill. But, he cannot play the hunk at any cost.

Deepika looks too old for him in real and reel life and that is all I’d like to say about it.

The fun in the movie is fast-moving story till the intermission.

After all, the Bollywood flavor has to come in and without the melodrama and the sacarificing hero the movie is not complete… and the movie so continues after the intermission.

I would rate it a good entertainer and not more.

Minisha Lamba is too short but can still play the supporting heroine and pull it off.

Bipasha needs to move onto more intense roles. Ranbir looks like her ‘baby’ in the movie… pun intended my friends. J

And all’s well that ends well.. the hero has to meet his dreams. Can we try another slightly more realistic end to our movies please???

Ps. Shiney Ahuja would’ve pulled this off better.

2008-08-15T06:19:00.000-07:00

Contiuing my experiences with the 'excellent' medical services available in Mumbai.

I travel 2.5 hours one way to this premium hospital, wait for my doctor for over 1 hour.

I meet my doctor who, as I had predicted, would suggest that I get admitted for my next round of treatment.

I have figured my room and reserved it already expecting this to happen, and proceed to register myself. I reach the admission counter and submit my form. The unfriendly assistant behind the counter makes a phone call and barks back at me " The room is not empty yet as the previous patient has not been discharged. Come back in 1 hour". Hearing this, I am thrown off balance as I'd confirmed ten minutes back with the nurse on the floor about the vacancy of the room. I'd been informed that it would take 2o minutes to prepare the room and that I could proceed to initiate the admission procedures. By the time I complete that, my room would be cleaned and ready. After objecting to the instructions by this assistant, I attempt to explain to him the conversation that had transpired. Failed attempts at this, I try to request him to reconfirm that the previous patient has already left and only the room has to be cleaned.

He insists that I am wasting my time, making me realize that it was near lunch time and he was keen on honoring the lunch hour committment! It did not matter to him that this patient is needing a bed to lie down and further medical procedures are necessary! As I continue to object to his insistance, I am met with further rude behaviour and indifference.
"Whatever your problem is, please get the Chief Medical Officer' to instruct us to begin your admission procedure as the room is not ready.

My objection is less to this irrational request to return after 1 hour, but, the reason behind this.

Every department has a TAT that needs to be maintained between admission of the patient to the patient being in the room allotted to him. They need to ensure that as soon as the room is ready, the papers get processed and medical attention is "immediately" been given to the patient! If you are following the sequence of events, the TAT is measured on what the systems show and the sytems will only reflect the patient once the entry is made by this department.

If the room is not ready and papers are made, then the TAT is breached for so many patients as are waiting for the room to get prepared. If my department's effeciency was measured on TAT, then, agreeably, is this not what I would resort to also?

I move to the CMO's office to further excellate this matter only to find out he's out for lunch. No wonder there was so much confidence in the assistant's orders! He had successfully shooed me away from creating a nuance at his counter! I discuss the same matter with the lady in charge there and by the time she calls the respective floor to confirm status of the room, we are home! The room is suddenly ready!

Well, this was only the beginning of the whole story per say. When I see the room, well, the lesser said the better. White walls, blue furniture and a leaking AC duct, old tiles and utitilies in the bathroom, smelly cupboards, and worst of all stained sheets are what greet me.

Is the more expensive room that I paid for? Appartently so.

I spent the night in a moist cold damp room because I had not used the AC and the marble was "sweating" moisture. This moisture was giving a foul smell and damp air in the room all day and worse in the night. I left the window ajar for some fresh air. Apparently, this kept me awake all night because the wind was howling through this gap. Did I have a choice? Not much really because I needed to breath some fresh air into all this moisture!

I spent the night awake counting the hours to morning.

Another day, another story. Just to conclude, I ran home the same evening almost as soon as my treatment was complete.

Medical aid or ailment?

2008-08-02T10:33:00.000-07:00

It’s amazing how even the best of medical facilities are supposed to be available in Mumbai.

I’ve spent the last decade in & out of hospitals and can only say.. the best is surely not available in Mumbai.

To fight cancer is like fighting for life each day against a force that is destined to win each time.

I am just flabbergasted & personally disturbed at the lax attitude of medical practitioners, attendants, nurses & technicians of Bombay Hospital.

If I had to list of the mistakes and lapses in the system in my stay of 10 days I would have questioned most of the pillars of the processes at this hospital.

Scene 1:

Let me begin with doctors- who are the only support and faith by which you decide which hospital you would like to take treatment in. In fact, it is the doctor that decides for you because his availability is crucial to your treatment. To share, in an emergency, the hospital staff informs me that they do not have permission to call the doctor in charge. They are dictated to call the resident doctor, who in turn, will speak to the doctor in charge for the emergency. Let me point out here that there is a lag in time for all of this! Which of course, the patient is paying for by suffering & awaiting for medical attention.

In addition, the nurse’s station is to dial an operator who will then dial the doctor who needs to be called…. Again, in an EMERGENCY.

I ask, is the medical decision & experience of a resident doctor sufficient to attend to an emergency? As a patient, I would not rely on a doctor under training ( resident doctor) to take these calls. For them, it is routine- if this happens, this is the prescribed medicine, but what if there is a medical history that the resident doctor isn’t aware of? Well, step in relative of patient on whom this due diligence lies. The relative is the one point archival of medical history that needs to be reminded to the resident doctor & double-checked before giving this prescribed medicine. What if I forget to mention I have diabetes and blood pressure & the resident doctor orders the prescribed medicines to my aide? God alone help me because these are too many probabilities at the cost of a life.

Scene 2:

I am bed-ridden and I need to empty my bowels. I have to wait till someone attends to my bell, and if someone attends, I am told to wait because ‘ the help’ is either with some other patient, not yet come to her duty on her shift, is on her way, has gone down with some patient getting discharged etc. Well, by the time I finished this list, my bowels have decided to do their job anyway. Now, I am still waiting to be cleaned because the ‘help’ is still …..

Scene 3

I have been advised by my doctor in charge to undergo an advance x-ray examination. The orders of this have been orally given by him & noted down by the resident doctor who happens to tag along with him to all his patients. Resident doctor forgets to give enough detail in the written orders simply because he’s having a bad day. Result? I am wheeled out of my room after much fuss & commotion by all the ‘helps’ on the floor, taken to a different floor, made to wait in anxiety for half an hour, only to be questioned by the technician there on the details of this examination! My reply ‘ Please call the doctor in charge & confirm’. But, this is not what procedure allows. As detailed earlier, hospital staff can call the resident doctor only, who in turn calls the doctor in charge and then reverts with clarifications. By the time all this happens, I have completed an advanced x-ray examination for my brain instead of my limb.

Upon seeking clarification, I am informed that I will have to do a repeat of this whole exercise the next morning because the resident doctor made a mistake.
After much fuss & commotion again, I am finally comfortable on my bed after 2 hours but completely disturbed at the whole exercise needing to be repeated the next morning.
I am still the patient & admitted into the hospital for getting better.

Scene 4

I am finally back at the examination room the next morning for my ‘right’ body part to be x-rayed. After 3 hours of noisy machines scanning my limb and deafening me, I am safe in my bed.
Evening comes only with news that my USG report submitted this morning as an additional document for my examination has been successfully lost.

Does this ever get over??

After getting so far, I am going to save you the trouble of many other small & large scenes that I have witnessed and just ask you – are you getting the best medical attention in Bombay Hospital?

I have a story to tell

2008-07-28T09:01:00.000-07:00

I have a story to tell
I hold a life’s experiences with me

My son reaches out to me
“Ami, mein Ahmed”
“Ami, mein Shaziya”

I hear them but I can’t respond
My heart aches to tell them, let me free
But do they hear my story?

My only friend is a paid nurse
My only companion is this salaried help
My only help is the white uniformed staff

Wandering in the corridors
My only moment in the day
Is when I am out of my room
With my friend, seeing across the horizon of Mumbai

Do I feel cold?
Do I feel warm?
Do I feel happy?
Do I feel sad?

“I have a story to tell”
But, only if you could hear me.

It Does

2008-07-01T07:14:00.000-07:00

If fate were to decide
It does

If destiny were to play its role
It does

If life were to spring surprises
It does

If love were to betray
It does

If faith were to falter
It does

If trust were to vanish
It does

If humanity were to fail
It does

If religion were to be questioned
It does

That is why they say
No matter what you DO, there is some larger plan that DOES.

Monsoon

2008-07-01T03:09:00.001-07:00

You bring many memories with you
You rekindle many emotions that have long since been buried

To stand with you on top of a mountain
To breathe you in me
To watch how you settle yourself slowly into the sand
To watch how you blend it with the rest of the sea

To watch you cleanse each soul around you
To watch you make others fall in love
To watch you control the temperatures of the day

To share with you the joys of bathing the sadness away

They say the first rains always bring joy,
Will you promise to bring happiness with you?

Monsoon

2008-07-01T03:09:00.000-07:00

Life

2008-06-26T05:46:00.000-07:00

As I take you for granted
You always manage to be my side

As I forget that each moment is yours spent
I must be reminded

Sometimes I wish I had more of my own
Than having to spend it your way

Most times I wish that you’d let me
Live it my way

I’d like to ask you if you have a separate plan
Because I don’t know which way you’re going

You have your ways and they do change
As time goes by I find out

Many years down today
I wonder if you’ll stop being unpredictable

The most important thing is I am still getting to know you…. After all these years.

If I Could I Would

2008-06-22T02:33:00.000-07:00

Turn back time
Bring back the smiles

Turn around the emotions
To a positive energy

Turn back to the happy days
When symphony was in my ears

Steal the sunlight
And store it for today

Collect some fog
And release it today

Capture some memories
And play them today

Hold on so tight
That even God couldn’t take you away.

Waiting

2008-06-20T09:07:00.000-07:00

Waiting for the sun to shine
Waiting for the red sparks to return
Waiting for the time to change tide

Waiting for the tide to tease my toes
Waiting for the sand to soften my heels

Waiting for breeze to smooth my fears away
Waiting for the candle of hope to keep alight

Waiting for the strength to return
Waiting for the hope to return
Waiting for that star to fall and wish my sadness away

Waiting..
Till I can

OF....

2008-06-18T08:24:00.000-07:00

Of red moving things around the city with numbers that have meaning to my life.
Of fog and rain that smiles at me when I am traveling.

Of first rains that caress the windshield, and bring back memories
Of happiness and freedom that warms the heart.

Of food on the highway that is filled with softness from the heart.
Of smells that transport you to some else place.

Of butterflies that keep you company all night.
Of no space in between to let air pass through.

Of wind in the hair, and emotions in the air.
Of moving mountains, and falling rain

Of breathtaking views, of cliffs below
Of coffee in the cold, corn crisps straight of the stove.

Of spirits that travel back in time,
For all that is shared with mine.

Nitu

2008-06-17T09:31:00.000-07:00

TERE SAWALON
Manorama

Tere sawalo ke woh jawab jo mein de na de na saku
Tere sawalo ke woh jawab jo mein de na saku

Pigle se armaan hai, do pal ke mehman hai
Ankhon ke aalon mein, chahat ki loh jalde do

Tere sawalo ke woh jawab jo mein de na de na saku
Tere sawalo ke woh jawab jo mein de na saku

Kehri hai jo nazar tujhe hai kabhar ki nahi
Kehri hai teri nazar tu bekhabar to nahi

Kehri hai jo nazar tujhe hai kabhar ki nahi
Kehri hai teri nazar tu bekhabar to nahi

Tere bina zindagi hai adhuri tere bina kya hai jeena
Pigle se armaan hai, do pal ke mehman hai
Ankhon ke aalon mein, chahat ki loh dhalne do

Tum kaho to mein roklun jo tumko hai nahi
Seene mein hai kaisi khalish teri kashish to nahi

Tum kaho to mein roklun jo tumko hai nahi
Seene mein hai kaisi khalish teri kashish to nahi

Tere bina zindagi hai adhuri tere bina kya hai jeena
Pigle se armaan hai, do pal ke mehman hai
Ankhon ke aalon mein, chahat ki loh jalne do

Tere sawalo ke woh jawab jo mein de na de na saku

Tere bina zindagi hai adhuri tere bina kya hai jeena
Jeena, jeeena, jeeeeeeeeena.