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Thanks. haven't heard this in long time
this's one of my favs of somber rafi songs only a few though, I like Kishore more in pathos and dark mood settings
this's one of my favs of somber rafi songs only a few though, I like Kishore more in pathos and dark mood settings
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yeah same here, one of the rare rafi songs in which I really liked his voice. a sleepy song from yesteryears, played a lot on radio and chitrahar, guess the reason why I woke up with it playing in my head for no reason, all through my slow morning routine.
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best were Rajesh Khanna's... master in subdued acting, in sync with Kishore's soulful singing.
so many of them but here is one of Kishore's quite similar, that i really like, and of course, less said the better of Dev Anand's contribution.
so many of them but here is one of Kishore's quite similar, that i really like, and of course, less said the better of Dev Anand's contribution.
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ah this song and many from him from the time, always make me so much in love, happily, longingly, lovingly, sadly, and all the possible ly's that can come with being a teenager in love.
I think this was late 80s and I was in 10th or 11th. Since I am forgetting the year, I won't remember what state of relationship I was in. but was most likely in a breakup, or since this was monsoon, maybe just reconnected with him. I remember what I was wearing, but I don't remember the year, lol.
anyway, my dad's bff and wife were over, and we went on a road trip to a religious kind of place nearby. Maybe a 3-4 hours drive. I don't remember if dad or mom went too, maybe only I went with them and a driver. Now, dad wasn't into music much (by god my son is like him too). But his friend was. So, before the trip, he went out and bought a Kishore Kumar cassette.
And thus, for the entire trip going and coming back, it was me looking out the window, hearing all romantic KK songs, once in a while glancing at the rear view window and falling in love with my own image with my hair flowing on my face, smiling all along, and so much in love, and longingly and lovingly and sadly, and all the possible ly's that can come with being a teenager in love. Got even more haunting and romantic when it was cool and dark on our drive back on nearly deserted roads, and the car smelled of roses and other flowers we had picked up at the place.
I don't think I will ever have that feeling again. Everything was romantic that trip. Touring through the ruins and listening to the guide, the ghats, the river, and the temple, even the small scale industry. We had stopped at somebody's guesthouse on the way where someone had prepared lunch for us, I was very happy eating bhindi with pyaz and daal rice there too. I barely talked to uncle and aunty, mostly listened, and was happily going wherever they took me. Now that I look back, they must have noticed what a dreamy happy teenager they are shuttling around.
I think this was late 80s and I was in 10th or 11th. Since I am forgetting the year, I won't remember what state of relationship I was in. but was most likely in a breakup, or since this was monsoon, maybe just reconnected with him. I remember what I was wearing, but I don't remember the year, lol.
anyway, my dad's bff and wife were over, and we went on a road trip to a religious kind of place nearby. Maybe a 3-4 hours drive. I don't remember if dad or mom went too, maybe only I went with them and a driver. Now, dad wasn't into music much (by god my son is like him too). But his friend was. So, before the trip, he went out and bought a Kishore Kumar cassette.
And thus, for the entire trip going and coming back, it was me looking out the window, hearing all romantic KK songs, once in a while glancing at the rear view window and falling in love with my own image with my hair flowing on my face, smiling all along, and so much in love, and longingly and lovingly and sadly, and all the possible ly's that can come with being a teenager in love. Got even more haunting and romantic when it was cool and dark on our drive back on nearly deserted roads, and the car smelled of roses and other flowers we had picked up at the place.
I don't think I will ever have that feeling again. Everything was romantic that trip. Touring through the ruins and listening to the guide, the ghats, the river, and the temple, even the small scale industry. We had stopped at somebody's guesthouse on the way where someone had prepared lunch for us, I was very happy eating bhindi with pyaz and daal rice there too. I barely talked to uncle and aunty, mostly listened, and was happily going wherever they took me. Now that I look back, they must have noticed what a dreamy happy teenager they are shuttling around.
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wow... you are one of a kind, no doubt
blessed memory-recall in toto..i mean, quite nice to have such youthful memories uncorrupted by the presently existing bias acquired through the aging process..
clearly romance supersedes love, as the latter is always -wittingly or unconsciously- laced with lust etc., and may end up incomplete and inadequate, not fulfilling the expectations; but romance is a dreamworld, totally of self-indulgence with minimal anticipation from the other side, IMO
blessed memory-recall in toto..i mean, quite nice to have such youthful memories uncorrupted by the presently existing bias acquired through the aging process..
clearly romance supersedes love, as the latter is always -wittingly or unconsciously- laced with lust etc., and may end up incomplete and inadequate, not fulfilling the expectations; but romance is a dreamworld, totally of self-indulgence with minimal anticipation from the other side, IMO
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