A title by any other name . . . .
For all the blogs I have begun, and ended, it was always important to have the title and the contents of the blog connect. My last blog began as Signifying Nothing and continued as All The World's A Stage. The former may have made more sense given my penchant for bakbak (I really should not say things like this, people may take me seriously), but I suppose the latter was just as appropriate.
This time around, Mirza Ghalib's ghazal, HazaaroN khwahisheiN aisi ka har khwahish pe dam nikle, had been playing in my head, particularly since Jagjit Singh's death. There are some poets I feel I should not translate and Ghalib is one of them, because to me, his words do not deserve a rough translation. And yet I bastardized the first three words of his ghazal! O----kay!
Are desires connected to what I am writing right now? Let us see: the desire to live, the desire to be free (whatever that means), the desire for security and a really good meal, the desire for good art. Yes, these could multiply into hazaaroN khwahishein.
So, no, I will not change my blog title to something like GaRbaR, or Juti khaldi maRor naiyo chaldi, or The Nonsense Blog. Or anything Marxian (as in Groucho, Chico or Harpo). Or anything else.
Chalo, neurotic monologue khatam! Back to regular programming.
