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OS - |** O Naadaan Parindey **|
He stormed out of the house, a loud wail reverberated, as Mrs. Pinky Singh Oberoi fell to the floor, as her support her pillar left her. The loud wail of cry was followed by pin drop silence save the ragged breaths and painful sighs of the other members of the house.
Anika stood there motionless as lost as Omkara and Rudra, who were holding on to each other standing at the other end of the living hall.
All was a Lie?
Anika took a step back recollecting the happenings that happened a little more than three months back. LIE. Everything was a LIE.
She looked at the door left slightly opened. She slumped down on the floor her back against the sofa, her eyes tires of crying and gaze fixed at the door.
Omkara stood there supported by Rudra and supporting him in return. The world had turned upside down, they were lied about their brother. Was it a lie back then or was the lie a wicked lie?
Whether they were or perhaps not related by blood, they were each others essential part. Omkara had felt every wave of the pain his brother had felt. Rudra had been stabbed in heart just like his elder sibling with every scream of despair that fell out of Shivaay's mouth.
He sobbed in pain over Omkara's shoulder while Omkara stood trying to cope up with the pain in his own heart. Whenever any one was hurt, the pang was shared by the three. His eyes red and glistening with tears as he hugged back Rudra, the warmth of the third missing.
Where was Shivaay? It had been more than three whole hours, the moon now shone, though with less than half the brightness due the clouds. Anika sat right there. Her gaze still very much fixed at the gate, awaiting his return.
OmRu sat on the stair by the corridor beside the pillar. Rudra leaned his head over Omkara's shoulder while Omkara gently patted his head occasionally whispering words of hope. He looked at Anika, she was broken, but he knew this time even they couldn't help her. They all were mere parts of Shivaay. If Shivaay was hurt even they were. He shifted his gaze from his Bhaabhi back at the door.
O naadaan parindey
ghar aa jaa..
ghar aa jaa..
O nave bird,
come back home..
come back home..
He walked aimlessly on the streets leading to unknown places. For once he wasn't the Shivaay Singh Oberoi who had broken and was out in the wild word throwing out his anger also in the epitome of style, with rash driving or biking. He was a broken man. A wretched soul, who had lost his trust on the reason of his very own existence. Wandering about on the streets in the dark night,in a disheveled state, like a lunatic. The streets unknown, the ways unknown, and his Life, now unknown.
kyun des bides phire maara
kyun haal behaal thaka haara
kyun des bides phire maara
tu raat biraat ka banjara
why do you wander country-country (in such bad shape)
why is your condition so bad, all tired-lost
why do you wander this country to that
you (have become) a nomad of nights..
With every step he took, a beautiful memory came into his mind and faded away like like the sand of Thar. For how long had he been living in the "Desert" ? He had illusioned the Desert to be a garden. And now as the harsh realisation struck, he started feeling the hot scorching sun burn him. His body ached with pain inflicted by his very own...
Was it Karma playing back at him or his Taqdeer playing foul he din't know. He still couldnt come one with the fact that all he did to Anika, the insults, the pain, the humiliation, the mistrust, the everything he gave her, was all but a conspiracy of his very own ... Mother.
sau dard badan pe phaile hain
har karam ke kapde maile hain
a hundred pains are spread on the body,
every deed of yours(karma) has left your clothes dirty
He hadn't made notice of the group of men approaching him. With a sudden commotion he banged into one man, while another slipped out the expensive watch from his hand while the third held on to him from behind so that the fourth could have access to his pockets. He struggled to fight them. And before he knew they were gone, leaving him empty.
Exactly what his self felt now "Empty". He cried looking up at the sky. The moon had disappeared, the Dark clouds had overpowered it. The strong wind blew creating a hard coarse rushing sound against his coat. He blinked standing still, he closed his eyes accepting his defeat. As he found himself not just the victim bit also the guilty.
kaate chahe jitna paron se hawa ko
khud se na bach payega tu
however much you cut the winds with your wings,
you'll not be able to fend yourself from yourself..
A few minutes layer his eyes flung open in anger. He walked against the sails of the wind knowing not where he was going or where he wanted to go, but he knew he din't want to give up still.
tod aasmanon ko phoonk de jahanon ko
khud ko chhhupa na payega tu
koi bhi le rasta
tu hai tu bebasta
apne hi ghar aayega tu
break the skies and burn the worlds,
but you can't hide yourself,
whatever path you take,
you are homeless (out there)
you will come to your home only..
Gauri had been heartbroken, seeing not only the brothers but also Anika crestfallen. She herself was pained at Shivaay's sudden anguish and has felt the trembels of his tormenting anger and suffering. She had to be but strong, cause she knew her brother, yes , her brother, would emerge back stronger than before. She had seen the immense power he held within him to support himself, from the disasters of the mortal world and be the ever unbreakable Wall Of Shivaay Singh Oberoi. She had performed her duties of being the daughter-in-law and had mad sure the senior Oberois had eaten and were now in the warmth of their respective rooms, exhausted but cared of.
She wiped her tears and composed her voice trying hard to bring out the cheerful tone," Bahujaai, Omkara Jii, Ruddy Bhaiya, chaliye HarHaraaiye ke khanna khaaiye, warna baad mein bade Bhaiya him ko daatenge. Uthiyyee.." She said holding Omkara and Ruddy's hands, who dint seem to pay any heed. She moved to Anika, and held her hand, "Please Khaana Khaa lijiye, warna jab bade Bhaiya jaayenge to pura garh sat par uthaa lenge"
She din't bulge. Gauri's voice now started cracking as she tried to convince her Bhaujaai that Bhaiya would return soon, she should eat. Anika couldn't take it any longer, she burst into bitter tears. Leaning onto Gauri for support, she cried out the agony of her helpless heart. Omkara and Rudra joined the two women cuddling close to each other the little family held on to each other and cried. Awaiting the return of their 'Shivaay'.
o naadaaan...
o naadan parindey, ghar aa jaaa..
ghar aa ja. ghar aa ja. ghar aa ja.
He entered the Mansion, it was dark and unusually silent. The small group of people who sat cuddled to each other, now got up at once hearing the creak of door. All looking at him dispirited their eyes weary and reddish of all the crying and face unusually dull. He stood their his body language stiff and composed. He gulped hard seeing them that way.
In the next moment he was being hugged by them all. As they whispered softly something to him. His eyes looked at the Dark in the Mansion. Putting his arm around them all his eyes shone with a new lifeless zeal. Their protector was back he wouldnt leave them to be engulfed by darkness but the "Shivaay" lay lifeless in his heart, he had been killed by his own mother. The very cause of his birth was the cause of his brutal death.
What he failed to see was that the "Amrit" was in his very own hands !
O Naaadaan ... Parindey ...
Ghar Aa Jaa Ghar Aa Jaaa ...
P.S
Went a little high on philosophy and symbolism.
I had always wanted to right on this song. Something very close to my heart.
Hope you all liked it.
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