Dil Ye Dil
Dil Ye Dil
Dil Ye Dil
Ye Dil
Deewana
Deewana Hai Ye Dil
Deewane Ne Mujhko Bhi Ah Kar Daala Deewana
Maine Uske Shahar Ko Chhoda
Uski Gali Mein Dil Ko Toda
Phir Bhi Seene Mein Dhadakta Hai Ye Dil
Maine Dil Se Usay Nikaala
Jo Na Karna Tha Kar Daala
Phir Phi Yaad Usi Ko Karta Hai Ye Dil
Ye Dil
Deewana
Deewana Hai Ye Dil
A man of about 28 year was singing 'Ye dil ' from the movie Pardes. His entire concentration was on the song. The guitar hung from his neck which was elegantly held in his hands; rejoiced when his white fingers played it. No one could take their eyes off this well sculpted guy with messy hair which made him look all the more desirable, when the wind blew his hair & stationed his hair just above his eyes. Time had made him even more handsome, Dev Dixit the owner of Dixit enterprises was now the youngest & most desirable business tycoon of India.
As he finished his song, Pranjali,Tanvi & Sangyaa along with other girls came rushing towards him. He picked up one of them & gave a light peck on her cheeks & then gently kept her down. He noticed a guy of about his age. He waved & called Dev towards him. The dark skinned, short-heighted, well built man had a pleasant smile on his face. A stethoscope was lying casually on his shoulder. Dev went near him.
Dev: Hello! Dr. Ritvik? (or whatever the spelling is)
Ritvik: Hey ... Dev, so these are the girls you wanted me to meet?
Dev: Yup!! Aren't they cute?
Ritvik: I thought that you are talking of proper girls ...
Dev: Aaah ... So that thought brought you here😉
Ritvik: No ... I just came to see how my patient's doing ... & you seem to be perfect ... just perfect today
Dev: What did you say?
Ritvik: Perfect ... Just perfect ... What's the matter? You look tensed?
Dev: No ... nothing some old memories flashed by ...
Ritvik: I would someday like to dive in this sea of these old memories of yours ... There is a lot buried in you
Dev: So ... How is my NGO?
Ritvik: Amazing ... whenever you spoke of these girls that you go to meet I thought that you are Casanova but now I can clearly see that the girls that you were talking of are these little angels of about 10 years ( I can bet that you were thinking the same, am I right or am I right reader) ...
Dev: It gives me some strange relief to help these girls who were facing problems because of discrimination to them
Ritvik: You have an amazing depth of character ...
Dev: Thanks Dr. Ritvik
He smiled when he turned around to look at the name of the NGO "My Shona's"
Ritvik: Chalo now I need help
Dev:??
Ritvik: Today is Ashtami
Dev: So
Ritvik: Dude ... I need to visit the Durga Puja Pandal at CR park ... I need to buy something decent to wear ...
Dev: Puja hi to hai!! Buy a simple outfit
Ritvik: HELLO Mr. Non Bengali this is no simple festival it's the Bengali's Christmas &
Dev: And?
Ritvik: And a special friend is coming back to Delhi
Dev: So?
Ritvik: i like her & I want to propose her
Dev: Waah re mere bhole balam!! I'll pakka help you now
Ritvik: Great!! Waise bhi almost every Bengali in Delhi comes to CR park during Durga Puja
Dev: Every Bengali?
Ritvik: Yes
Dev: Umm Ritvik I'll come with you to this Puja
Ritvik: Mr. Atheist are you okay?
Dev: Yes
Ritvik: Soch lo ... after helping me hope ki tumhe pachtana na pade
Dev: Pachtana kyu padega? Anyways ...Let's move enough of this dialogue-baazi
As Dev & Ritvik got into the car, Dev's curiosity level was at its peak
Dev: What is the name of this girl?
Ritvik: You'll get to know ... Have patience ... Waise she's different from the rest ... Perfect just perfect she is
Dev shifted in his seat a bit an unknown fear was clutching him whenever Ritvik said Perfect just perfect but after so many days or years rather his heart was fluttering and he was full of optimism.
Dev: Dr. Saheb ... After listening to your description I can recall a shayari cum song... Wanna hear it?
Ritvik: Irshad
Suna hai log use aankh bharke dekhte hai
So uske sheher mein kuch din theher ke dekhte hai
Suna hai bole to baaton se phool jhadte hain,
Ye baat hai to chalo baat karke dekhte hain
Suna hai rabt hai usko kharab haalo se
So apne aap ko barbad karke dekhte hain
Suna hai din ko usse titliyan satati hain
Suna hai raat ko jugnoo theher ke dekhte hain
Suna hai hashr hai uski ghazaal si aankhein
Suna hai usko hiran dasht bharke dekhte hain
Suna hai uske labon se gulaab jalte hain
So hum bahar par ilzam dhar ke dekhte hain
Ruke to gardishein uska tawaf karti hain
Chale to usko zamaane theher ke dekhte hain
Kahaniyaan hi sahi,
Sab mubaldein hi sahi
Agar wo khwab hai tabeer kar ke dekhte hain
Suna hai log usse aankh bhar ke dekhte hain
So uske sheher mein kuch din theher ke dekhte hain
Unknowingly, Dev had lost himself into the depth of the poem, his heart was fluttering faster. He mumbled under his breath, "Sonakshi..."
As Dev was reciting the poem, a girl of about his age, SLIM & beautiful came out of the airport. There is no need to describe the beauty of that girl, she herself defines beauty. The shayari depicts her perfectly. She saw someone & ran towards her & hid her face in the lady's embrace
Asha: Shona!! Kemon acho?
Sona: Eakdom bhalo acchi ...
Asha: You had to arrive yesterday only why are you so late?
Sona: Maa, I had an emergency
Asha: Now, your emergency bahanas won't work dear because
Sona: Ya ya ... Now I've to work in Delhi ...
Asha: Don't make that stupid expression ... Have you rehearsed? You have to sing today at CR Park
Sona: No I haven't ... why did you even give my name
Asha: I am out of this !! Your Kaka is now the head of the organizing committee & you know he is when it comes to boasting your talent
Evening, Chittaranjan Park, New Delhi
Dev & Ritvik's car stopped at a distance from the Pandal
Dev: Woaah !! Is this a festival or we are at a wedding?
Ritvik: Bengali's Christmas!! That describes its all.
As soon as Dev & Ritvik got down from the car a lot of heads turned to look at the handsome duo but the hope that had unknowingly, crept into Dev was making his eyes look for his Sonakshi. They moved towards the pandal & Dev was mesmerized with its beauty. The theme of this year was something new ... The pandal spoke of the great Bengali writers
Dev's gaze shifted to the idol of Goddess Durga, Clad in white the statue was majestic. To others the idol marked the 'Mahishasurmardini' avatar of the Goddess but the Bengalis prefer to adorn her by calling her Kali Mata who has come to visit them along with her children Ganesh,Kartikey,Laxmi & Saraswati. Dev who was lost in the splendor of Kali Mata didn't care about the facts. He looked at Maa's face she was smiling & assuring him that his quest was now going to end
"They started with the Aarti ... A different style of drum was being played by two men who danced in front of Durga ji in a different style ... It was too long & the smoke made me feel choked ... I came out & sat in my car with the A.c. on ... It was an hour already & my restlessness was at its peak now ... The arrangement was no less than a 'mela' ... I had to get out this was suffocating me ..."
Thinking so Dev got out of the car & was about to bid goodbye to Ritvik when he heard a magical voice & he stayed rooted in his place. He couldn't comprehend what the singer was singing but he felt a connection
Daariye aachho tumi aamar gaaner o pare
Daariye aachho tumi aamar gaaner o pare
Aamar soorgoli paay choron
Aami paai ne tomare
Daariye aachho tumi aamar gaaner opare
(There you exist beyond the realm of my prayer/song
My melodies may touch your feet, but I am the betrayer
Translation courtesy: Aanodogaan.blogspot.in)
As the singer went on Dev stood there as if in a trance. As the voice subsided he went near the pandal. There were too many people standing in between he had to see the singer desperately. After shoving aside the crowd what he saw made him squeal in joy
Dev: Am I dreaming? Or is it really Sona?
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Precap- I still have a last ray of hope