A hot cup of coffee at 7 pm after a tiring day with lots of driving is what I wanted. So with my cuppa I sat on my sofa, glancing through the newspaper pulled my feet up. Some where I could hear kids playing and the idiot box was on with no viewers.
Suddenly then I heard the haunting, smooth, melodious voice of S. D. Burman humming which caught all my attention. And I was surprised to see that it was an advertisement of a few seconds which had me mesmerised and I had tears in my eyes. And the legendary man S. D. Burman spread his magic and sang ‘meri duniya hai maa, tere aanchal mein’.
In a few seconds, he took me 1000 kms away to my mother and I had tears in my eyes. True, blessed are those who live with their parents and get to spend some time with them. It is so strange that when I was living with my mother, I never used to listen to her and never took her advice and learnt the harder way.
Now that I don’t get to see her so often or speak with her as much as I would want to I miss her so much. Winters remind me of cooking in the garden aaloo matar aur dher saara matar under the tamarind tree on fire. The smell is still fresh in my memory. And so many more things!
Aah, those were the days of fun and frolic and food which I miss the most. The days when food used to be laid on the table and tea was served in bed, nice and hot… brings a smile on my face each time I think about those days. How she used to wait on the door for me to come home from school and how my blabbering would start off as soon as I saw her. She was always there from the minute I opened my eyes till she sung me a lullaby and tucked me in bed.
But how we take them for granted and now I see the new generation doing the same. So people get going. Your folks need you now more than ever and as I write this, I can hear Burman’s song haunting in my ears – ‘meri duniya hai maa tere anchal mein, sheetal chhaya hai dukh ke jangal mein’.
The song for you to hear: Click Here.