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![]() Applying henna on palms on Alvida Jumma is considered auspicious. ![]() Its the last Friday of Ramzan and applying henna to your palms is supposed to bring you blessings. My lifestyle choices have squeezed out space for connecting with Ramzan or the elaborate and breathless preparations that would go into celebrating Eid. Her childlike zeal for Alvida Jumma took me back to another age, another me, another way of life when every occasion had a song. My taste in music, like in everything else in life, is eclectic to the point of being random. I can listen to anything from gore gore mukhde pe kaala kaala chashma to nirbhay nirgun gun re gaoonga. From Nicki Minajs Anaconda to Mozart and Beethoven symphonies and what have you. My ears seem to have cultivated different pleasure zones which get activated according to my moods so the same song which touches my soul one hour, may bore me to death the next day. Song Tumhe Ho Na Ho Mujhko To Itna Yakeen Hai Professional Writing HoursMy professional writing hours or housework would alternate between 80s Govinda and random symphonies. The night would invite Faiz and Ghalib to hover by my bedside while I ticked off the days to do list in my diary. Its hard to pinpoint when before the last election or around it Or was it a personal setback which stole my songs However, I truly realised that I had lost it when I found myself singing so loudly that my mother, who is severely hard of hearing, knocked on the bathroom door and said, Have you swallowed the radio. For me, the political and the personal, wrapped in a wrestling grip, were dragging each other down. With every rock bottom that the world and I would hit, the ground would open up further. Words are the clips that hold music to the strings of my heart, now happy songs had stopped tuning into the rhythm of my hopes and sad songs were driving me deeper into the bottomless abyss of my fears and anxieties. My bathroom singing days they have been the bane of existence for my siblings, hostel room-mates, spouse, daughter and friends anyone who has had the misfortune of sharing a room with an attached bath with me. I sing at a volume which comes less from my throat and more from my heart. The sheer force of hitting the bottom of an abyss does make you bounce back. The silence of acceptance, after the election results, has brought some calm. One is settling down for the long haul, making friends with patience and perseverance the two essential fellow travellers for any long and meaningful road trip, personal or political. ![]() And this qawwali beseeching for hope fills our two-women household with memories of happier times and fuller lives. May patience, perseverance, hope and songs live on and flourish in every life this Eid.
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