‘Naina barse rimjhim rimjhim’
What emotions must pass through her mind ?
How does she conjur up the pain, the longing & the pathos in her sad songs ?
Does she recall some painful memory from her own life ?
does she think of the pain of others ?
Or Both ?
I've often wondered about that .
( i must ask her this Q. some day .............)
It has been my privilege to see a song neatly being written in her slightly rounded, curved beautiful hand writing which looks like a mix between Marathi & Sanskrit syllabals --
Every song , she begins with
" Shree Krishna " .................................
on top of an empty page & then, writes the lyrics herself !
She has also told me that when she reads a poets' hand written song, she understands the words / & / the lyrics better :)
I was fortunate when she told me this & asked me to send her, my poems
in simple , old fashioned "hand -written " way which I did !
Didi kindly read them !
Ooh i was over joyed to hear that --
Didi always does the right thing &
does not hurt any one . that is how she is !
Even Pt. Hriday Nath Mangeshker ji ( Baal for her & her youngest sibling )
read them & Didi told me that he liked my poems most of which are in pure /or/ chaste Hindi -- & -- showed them to his son Adi Nath & commented that "in this day & age , not many writers use such language"
My young friend who is a " True Latadi BHAKTA " Mr. Deepak Jeswal suggested this etheral Latadi song on his beautifully written BLOG :
my new post on Lataji titled "Lata Mangeshkar - A Quest for Lifetime"
on my blog http://www.deepakjeswal.com/
‘Naina barse rimjhim rimjhim’ can be used effectively
& I had these thoughts :
” what a lovely number ” ” Rim jhim rimjhim ” —
one can alomst hear the rain drops falling in succession over everything in sight. Sigh !
Didi’s voice has that power to transport inanimate objects come alive with the sheer unearthly power of her soul force the way you describe ------------- " Dilware ke Dera & the intricate carvings hum along with Latadi’s voice " , yes , the Swar is keeping tempo & reverbrating on our heart strings.
I’ve experienced this too — zipping by on rural America’s obscure towns, in our car, or some times in a rented vehicle , i watch the mist laden mountains & valley’s and somehow they seem ALIVE with the songs of Didi.
Rasik Balma ….Dil kyun lagaya tose ….
as if a forlon figure …cries n the entire NATURE ..then,echos her song.
Manzil milne ki aas thee…
ye hum nahee jante the
rasta hee bun gaya tha,
unki aawaz se Manzil meri !