The Song of the Man-With-A-Difference ...... (Behti Hawa Sa Tha Woh)

I will not say a lot today, because the words themselves say a lot and the character speaks for itself ....... What I will do is just translate the words so that the beauty of the words can be appreciated even by those who do not know the language ....

Within each and everyone of us, lies a Rancho - a guy who wants to carve his own path, his own route, who wants to live and not just survive; within each and every one of us lies a child just yearning to learn something new -  a child we all fail to allow to say his feelings ....... while we destroy our hearts in this relentless pursuit of success, forgetting that success will eventually follow if excellence is achieved

Behti Hawa Sa Tha Woh
Udti Patang Sa Tha Woh
Kahan Gaya Ussey Dhoondo

Hum Ko To Raahein Thi Chalaati

Woh Khud Apni Raah Banaata
Girta Sambhalta Masti Mein Chalta Tha Woh
Hum Ko Kal Ki Fiqr Sataati
Woh Bus Aaj Ka Jashn Manata
Har Lamhe Ko Khul Ke Jeeta Tha Woh 
Kahan Se Aaya Tha Woh
Choo Ke Hamaare Dil Ko
Kahan Gaya Ussey Dhoondo 

Sulagti Dhoop Mein Chaaon Ke Jaisa
Registaan Mein Gaaon Ke Jaisa
Mann Ke Ghaav Pe Marham Jaisa Tha Woh 
Hum Sehme Se Rehte Kuvein Mein
Woh Nadiya Mein Gotey Lagata
Ulti Dhara Cheer Ke Tairta Tha Woh 

Baadal Awara Tha Woh
Yaar Hamaara Tha Woh
Kahan Gaya Ussey Dhoondo

Translation of the Song  

He was like the mild breeze flowing
He was like the dreamy kite flying
Where did he go leaving us all behind?..... let's find him
 
We used to trod on paths well-defined
He used to walk on paths made in his mind
Unmindful of falls and pitfalls, a smile on his face, he would walk on

We were worried with the ghosts of tomorrow;
He would be found celebrating today
Every moment, he would live while we barely survived

From where did he come,
To touch our hearts,
And where did he go ..... let's find him
 
In the blazing afternoon sun, he was like a shade cool
In the barren desert, he was like the village wonderful
An ointment for every grievous heart, if there was one ..... 

We scared of life lived in wells,
He unafraid made forays in deep rivers
Always daring the currents, swimming against them......
He was the vagrant Cloud
In him we had Friendship found
Where did he go? ...... Let's find him

Before I end, I just wanted to point out one fact that every infant knows and that we forget as we grow up ....... it's easier for an infant to learn languages than for an adult to do so ....... do you know why?

Because the Child is not afraid to lose ........