Punjabi at heart

I may hate ghee. I may also hate the paranthas stealthily rolled in a few kilograms of ghee which is then innocently laden with 'just a bit' of white butter or yellow amul butter (which is when your wife is not loving enough to toil and churn out the white sin for you from the foul smelling and annoying cream treasured over a few days).

I may hate the loud mouthedness, crudity and boasting. I hate the way showing off is slyly wrapped in innocent small remarks. I hate the artificiality and the competitiveness to show you are more moneyed with expensive brands written all over the paunch or the extravagant handbag which, in all its likelihood, would have emptied the wallet within.

But then I love our Punjabi spirit. Our happy songs, our weddings endowed with all bright colors, our enthusiasm to sing and dance (irrespective of the paunch), our unmatched energy, fervor and excitement. We are always charged, laughing with no inhibitions and we can celebrate anytime (anything) and show we are a happy go lucky lot with no hang ups (other than the times we are trying to get a bigger car than the other punjabi munda).

Even though I hate so many things but after all I am a 'Punjabi' at heart!
(And this with special reference to our heated and 'not so heated' discussions with Punjabi boys Sumit and Amitesh. And dear Smriti, no, I still don't endorse anything to do with ghee. We still are the same team).

Here's to all Punjabis by heart (amazing lyrics)!
http://youtu.be/phNclVJHh4o

Freedom Bond

Feel your wings and fly away,
Today is as new a day as yesterday,
Fly and touch the highest cloud,
Believe you can and drop the shroud,
Come out of the dark holding no hands,
Seek within for the strength to stand,
Free, free from the hollow pretense,
Look beyond the forest of rules so dense,
And when you fly far and reach beyond,
With your soul make the freedom bond.

I see...(Thanks Mr. Rahman)

I spread my arms as far as I can,
Trying to feel the unfelt,
Whirling on unfamiliar grounds,
Looking at the skies with closed eyes,
Trying to find myself in the unseen,
I feel the breeze tease my fingers,
I hear music never heard before,
And I see...
With lips curling to the unknown,
Wishes become naught,
I feel the eternal power,
The power that is me,
The power that leaves me powerless.

Special note of thanks to AR Rahman. You are beyond genius. I was so inspired to 'see', feel and write this blog after hearing Kun Fayakun which mean Be, and it is.
Its an Arabic term mentioned in Quran which means When God Almighty intends some work to be done. He just say Kun (Be) and It is done already. Do read and hear http://www.lyricsmint.com/2011/09/kun-fayakun-lyrics-and-video-song.html