Monday, March 5, 2007

Spinning, laughing, dancing to
her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
Is all alone

Eyes wide open
Always hoping for the sun
And she'll sing her song to anyone
that comes along

Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin' to the ground
Without a sound

Crooked little smile on her face
Tells a tale of grace
That's all her own

Spinning, laughing, dancing to
her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
And she's all alone

I don't know if am an insomniac or not but my most inner thoughts resurge in late hours mostly and this piece of scrap is also being processed at 3 am so do excuse me if I get digressed. I don't recollect when I heard Norah Jones for the first time but I do remember the day I bought the first CD ( it took 400 bucks ! the most expensive one I brought for the first time ! so I think its kindda indelible memory , but jokes apart … ) I was returning from Madhu Mukherjee(well known musician and singer) ; my uncle's place … he was the one who insisted that I should buy my own copy, and my afternoons from little strings lesson to Flury's n then tuning to my new Norah Jones CD ; chanting the lyrics and roaming in my own reveries started around late 2002 I was in second year then; a silent introvert person found her own world of dilemmas and dreams in the songs of a girl who has a name to overshadow patriarchy .. yes Geethali ( I think similar to who sings well ?) was cast away by Norah . her fame didn't depend on a name fame … and the lyrics was like she was telling her tale only…. You can get one with her thoughts at least in solace.

I guess this blog requires you to write about what is our personal realm of experience through her songs … but a life can not but be held out in a piece of blog and am not a great writer either to attempt that … only a few things which can be said is … the freshman me in the college was a loner … I came to study architecture against the many odds and somehow it didn't make my folks at home very happy in d beginning , I left the chosen path of general engineering … n in the dream field of mine I confronted with people of a different world , there were doctrines and dogmas in this new world and friendship was often dodged by hypocrisy … Though all was not prosaic and mean …

And it needed time to find out the true soul mates…

But I haven't forgot Norah the friend of my yellow times … I wont say it was dark .. or grey … ... yellow is not cheerful but it was a disguise .. a disguise of tawdry friendship that eluded , disguise of evils in form of Samaritans ... and obscurity of my vision towards the future ... towards hope and life spirit…

and here goes the prologue ….

Rigdha Banerjee




saptarshi said...

"But I haven't forgot Norah the friend of my yellow times"...brilliant!

I luurved this post. :o)

Rajveer Sangha said...

I always think this song is inspired from 'Lucy Gray' by Wordsworth. It describes the innocence of a small, beautiful thing, that is yet to be touched.
Pure and enchanted.

Rajveer Sangha said...

Hey, maybe I can write about this song sometimes...

saptarshi said...

why don't you? :)

Titash Roy said...

Beautiful blog!

Rigdha said...
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Pedro Vasco said...

the video "Not too Late" don't work!

saptarshi said...

@ Pedro Vasco: Check out now. All non working videos have been removed.Thanks.

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