Words are not man’s best friend; they just don’t know how to keep secrets. Even most discrete of the words chosen with great care have a habit of giving it away. If not entirely by themselves then between themselves they always blurt it out. You try and confide in them and they go out and conspire against you telling the world what you wanted to hide deep down.

It’s better to be an artist, colours speak but they still leave a lot to imagination. A stroke of grey can mean lot more than just a sad mood, a bright yellow may not always give away your secret joys, a red may not always be window to one’s fears, a blue need not just be a hope taking shape. They can be all this and they can be so much more and that’s enough to keep your cover.

But alas, I am no artist and words are all I have…

-siddhartha

Song recommendation of the day:

If I ever get to sit and compile a list of my favourite songs, this beautiful song written by Gulzar and sung by Kishore and Lata would always find a place, what better day to recommend it then Kishore Da’s birthday ( for me, it’s still night of 4th August). I especially love the last two lines.

हज़ार राहें मुड के देखी, कहीं से कोई सदा ना आयी
बड़ी वफ़ा से निभायी तुमने , हमारी थोड़ी सी बेवफ़ाई

जहाँ से तुम मोड़, मुड़ गए थे, ये मोड़ अब भी वहीँ पडे हैं
हम अपने पैरों मे जाने कितने, भँवर लपेटे हुये खड़े हैं

कहीं किसी रोज़ यूं भी होता, हमारी हालत तुम्हारी होती
जो रात हमने गुज़ारी मर के, वो रात तुमने गुज़ारी होती

तुम्हें ये ज़िद थी कि हम बुलाते, हमे ये उम्मीद वो पुकारे
हैं नाम होंठों पर अब भी लेकिन, आवाज़ मे पड़ गयी दरारे