Arziyan

We all wish something really impossible at least once in our lives. Maybe to bring back a friend, maybe to take away some pain, maybe to take us to a certain moment in past, maybe a certain moment in future, maybe a moment that maybe will never be. I have wished many such moments and the funny thing is most of them have been granted. So today I once again am asking for a moment, which I know cant come true right now, but someday...it will.

I want to ride my dug-dug (ma enfield) down a long and lonesome highway all by myself. With music blasting in my ears, the same track that's playing right now. The same track as the title of this post. With the clouds blessing me with their presence and the rain drops pouring down on me, reassuring me that I am still alive and I still have long miles to go. Sweet smell of the wet earth tempting me to stop and take a bite. The green grass dancing to the tunes and the birds smiling at me as I share their freedom. I want to stop by at the highway chai stall and enjoy the cutting and bhajiyas. Stopping just long enough before getting back on the road on my way to nowhere, at a timeless pace. With nowhere to go, without worries of arriving late. I can experience the entire trip in my head and I hope it isn't long before this dream come true too...Insha'Allah.

Into the valley of death

I came across this poem while watching the movie "Blind side". Based on a true life story, the movie is brilliant. Makes me wonder why we never studies poems like this one during our school days?

The Charge Of The Light Brigade

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Memorializing Events in the Battle of Balaclava, October 25, 1854
Written 1854

Half a league half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred:
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd ?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do & die,
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd & thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack & Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke,
Shatter'd & sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse & hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!