Coke Studio: “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…”

As many times as I think that I can’t love another song more, Coke Studio surprises me with a new number. This time it is Aamay Bhashaili Rey, a number from Coke Studio Pakistan’s Season 6 by Alamgir and Fariha Parvez. Rohail Hyatt has outdone himself this season. As a friend put it, it is divine.

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aamaay bhaashaaili re (You have set me adrift)

aamaay ḍoobaaili re (You are causing me to drown)

okool dauriaar boojhi kool naai re (The river seems endless as if there were no shore)

chaahe aandhi aaye re

chaahe megha chhaaye re

hamen tu us paar leke jaana maajhi re

While I take a walk this evening, this number is on loop; I am walking in the darkness, my hands moving to the music. I am contemplating visiting friends. Not even understanding the meaning of the lyrics, an annoying dread envelopes me. I know this dread – I’ve experienced it before. I walk down almost until I reach a friends place – then turn back. On the way back, I stop near another friends place and sit down for a few minutes. I wish that someone would help me cross this path, help me make this decision – yes or no?

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kool naai kinaar naai (No border, no shore)

naai ko dauriaar paari (The river has no limits)

shaabdhaane chaalaaiyo maajhi (Steer it most cautiously, boatman)

aamaar bhaanga tori re (This boat of mine with a broken rim)

okool dauriaar boojhi kool naai re (The river seems endless as if there were no shore)

chaahe aandhi aaye re

chaahe megha chhaaye re

hamen tu us paar leke jaana maajhi re

It is Saturday morning, I sit at the window sill. Looking out at the trees, I think how innocuous they look. And in the dark exactly the opposite as I wrote one cold winters night

“Have you ever looked out of a window

At the black trees, the yellow lights

And the parked cars,

And wondered what was hiding?”

I get the feeling of living inside a national park, the sounds of the birds an incessant orchestra contrasting with the Serbian House Band and Alamgir as he pleads with the boatman to cautiously steer his broken boat home. I call out to my son to sit down next to me and tell me how his week has been. He runs away. I turn to face the bright sun, pleasant for but a while longer. In an hour it will be impossible to bear.

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nah main maangoon sona chaandi

mangoon tose preet

balma maeeka chaaṛ gaye

yihi jagat ki reet

saiyaan bina

saiyaan bina

saiyaan bina

saiyaan bina ghar soona

saiyaan bina ghar soona

saawariya na aaye

saawariya

yaad tihaari

yaad tihaari

maika jalaaye jiyaara

saiyaan bina ghar soona

na aaye

na aaye

jiyaara jalaaye mora

ho raaja chain jiya naaheen aaye

chain jiya naaheen aaye

Fariha Parvez gives me goosebumps. Her passonate pleas for love, accentuated with the strains of the string orchestra fill me with a deep depression. Not for a lost love or because I am sad. But because the purity of sadness in her voice brings the sadness of the world to me. And in the next breath takes my sadness to the world. Hello boatman, here are the oars, will you take my broken boat across this burgeoning river?

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Here is Fariha Parvez in another avatar: Jogi.

ni main jaana

ni main jaana

ni main jaana jogi de naal

ni main jaana jogi de naal

kannen mundraan paake

matthe tilak lagaake

ni main jaana jogi de naal

ni main jaana jogi de naal

I stare at the research article on my screen. I am reading on a holiday. The words are intense, requiring every inch of concentration from me. A youtube link pops up on chat. I click on it, it is Jogi and the music is funky. Fariha, the trumpet, the trombone, the sax are all goading me – who said longing had to be sad? Who said you can’t groove to sorrow? And who said what I do is who I am?

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It is Sunday morning. My son and I are alone at home. I wash dishes; he helps me. He paints cotton black to make a wig for himself. At the end of it all I am incredibly tired. I want conversation and a cup of coffee. All I am getting is silence. I cry as I fold clothes. My son asks me why and I don’t have a reason. So I play Shedding Skin and dance while my 4 and a half year old giggles uncontrollably.

Laaj rakho tum mori
Laaj rakho tum mori
Dyaan dharun padun tore paiyan
Dukhiyan ke tum ek sahaare
Laaj rakho tum mori

Piya tore kaaran badlun main chola
Piya tore kaaran o piya
Piya tore kaaran badlun main chola
Piya tore kaaran o piya
Aaye jaaye jug aaye jaaye
Jaane kaise roop dhar aaye
Piya tore kaaran badlun main chola
Piya tore kaaran o piya

Who said longing had to be sad? Who said you can’t groove to sorrow? And how are you alone when life is with you?

Have I told you I love Coke Studio?

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About Aditi

My thoughts are who I am and I am what my thoughts make me.
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One Response to Coke Studio: “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…”

  1. jasjiv says:

    This is super well-written & lovely; found this page whilst trying to figure out the orchestra SHB which played w/ Fariha. Nice lilting piece; keep writing….

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