(My attempt of translating a Hindi Song and making a video of it)
(Song – Yaara Maula…Movie – Gulaal)
My God My Friend
Our memories were still tainted
With the visions of that soulful world
Our hands held colorful balloons
hearts..serene air
My God My Friend
That world was fictional
That world was bookish
Our breath was shaken by uncontrollable earthquakes
Our eyes, sweetly intoxicated
My God My Friend
Ground was beneath me
This sky was above
But unaware,
on the edge of a deep blind void, we stood
then ‘They’ came
With the face of the mob
With daggers in their hands
ordered us
“Throw away those books
hold these iron rods
and the void which you think is deep
is not blind at all,
it has got treasure
it has got your future
dive in with your dagger
stab everyone, who you come across
You are tomorrows Shivaji
You are Alexander
of tomorrow”
And we only did
what they forced us to do
because
It was what they asked
We don’t even know why we did that,
it was their wish not ours
Now our mouth is smeared with blood
which we have tasted and loved
Now tell us what we should do
Nobody is here, to tell us what to do
Now tell us, what to do?
(My God My Friend)
Signed
A.
Clockwork Banana 