{"id":3490,"date":"2017-03-04T17:12:27","date_gmt":"2017-03-04T11:42:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/learningandcreativity.com\/silhouette\/?p=3490"},"modified":"2017-03-05T07:23:52","modified_gmt":"2017-03-05T01:53:52","slug":"unko-yeh-shikayat-hai","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/learningandcreativity.com\/silhouette\/unko-yeh-shikayat-hai\/","title":{"rendered":"Unko Yeh Shikayat Hai Ke Hum Kuch Nahin Kehte – When Silence Speaks Volumes"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Nargis

When in the dimly lit mehfil, the aging, tired and visibly broken Nargis, picks up the first aalap, gently, she closes her eyes as the notes climb higher.<\/p><\/div>\n

Majboor bahut karta hai yeh dil toh zubaan ko..<\/em>
\nkuch aisi hi haalat hai ke hum kuch nahin kehte<\/em><\/p>\n

This exactly is the dilemma with this extraordinarily beautiful ghazal. When you come to speak about this song, words fall short and yet there is so much to say.<\/p>\n

When in the dimly lit mehfil, the aging, tired and visibly broken Nargis, picks up the first aalap, gently, she closes her eyes as the notes climb higher. The camera in an extreme closeup captures every bit of the pain – the shock of greying hair below the dark sari, the faded bindi, the lines of struggle on the face.<\/p>\n

unko yeh shika-a-a-a-yat hai ke hum……<\/em>
\nkuch nahin kehte<\/em><\/p>\n

The words come out, soaked in anguish and you get the feeling she is wrenching the words out of her heart. Sitting in the middle of a circle of listeners and musicians, in a crowd yet alone and lonely \u2013 she is singing for them who have come to her kotha to hear her and yet you know she is singing for just one person, the \u201cunko\u201d.<\/p>\n

apni to yeh aadat hai ke hum<\/em>
\nkuch nahin kehte<\/em><\/p>\n