Apr 18 2006
This is another video from the same Sukhanfaham evening I spent with
Capt. Lal during my Summer 2005 India trip. Click on the play button to start the video. You may want to pause it until the progress bar finishes streaming and reaches the end. He recites a beautiful Hindi Poem in the beginning and wraps it up with an intoxicating Urdu Ghazal written by ‘Khalish’.
The last puff of the day-wind brought from the unseen villages the scent of damp wood smoke, hot cakes, dripping undergrowth, and rotting pine-cones. That smell is the true smell of the Himalayas, and if it once gets into the blood of a man he will, at the last, forgetting everything else, return to the Hills to die. - Rudyard Kipling
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[…] my writer’s block and wrote a Nazm. Perhaps it was a result of an Urdu Poetic evening with Capt. Lal. Nazm ka unwaan hai “Wo bhi kuch aur zamana tha”. […]