Remembering Shailendra Dost Dost Na Raha…. Shailendra was a phenomenon - the Mustard Seed ! The Seed that not only sprouted through the deep dust of poverty it found itself buried under, but also took the essence of that dust for its creative flourish. In awara hoon, which became and still is a trans-boundary craze, he is romancing with poverty, with wretchedness, implicitly extolling the meaningless meandering, and equating the vagabond with a fallen star ! I wonder, why the Ministry of Tourism has not thought of adopting this poem on the lilt as the signature tune for the Incredible India Overseas. It will impact. Shailendra’s ramaiya va savaiya is not a run-of-the-mill love song. He is putting poverty on a higher pedestal existentially, something to cherish, almost ! This poem is about love as a way of life, sans sensuous and physical. I refer to this number for another reason. In retrospect, it seems to sum up Shailendras own life - from being poor to a star, and then the star that faded with the world around him just moved on, without a care ! rasta wahi aur musafir wahi ek tara na jaane kahan chup gaya duniya wahi duniya wale wahi koi kya jaane kis ka jahan lut gaya….. The man who perhaps had in him divinity and cigarette smoke in equal measure was betrayed by the world he trusted. Perhaps it was so destined. And perhaps the irony of the two - Shailendra and Raj – sharing their dates of death and birth respectively is part of a larger Cosmic Design ! But if the dead could speak, Shailendra surely would have the fourth refrain ( kasam ) : don’t even trust your own being, for that also goes by the name friendship ! Zindagi humen tera aitbaar na raha….. Dost dost na raha, pyaar pyaar na raha
Posted on: Mon, 15 Dec 2014 04:50:19 +0000
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