Thoughts vs Reality

I am not a big fan of ghazals.. to be true I like songs based on the tunes and not the lyrics maybe because I do not try to listen too and understand the lyrics much and thus if the tune is catchy, I would like a song. I am poor at urdu and pure hindi, and even pure english for that matter.. what I know is HINGLISH. My husband is totally opposite..he is an ardent lover of Ghazals and admires reading, writing and listening to good shayari's and ghazals and has a huge collection of ghazal CD's of various artists. It was him who told me the meaning of GHAZAL... "A talk with your beloved". DUring our courtship while we used to chat on phone he translated ghazals for me to make me understand the hidden thoughts there.. that was when I realized what an art writing shayari's was, started admiring them and soon developed a taste for ghazals. My husband is still translating ghazals for me is a different story although. I have high hopes that i will learn soon. :)

Early last month I received an sms saying... "Thanks for booking your show at "bookmyshow.com. Your ticket id is BST209822 for 21st Sept 2010 at Siri Fort Auditorium. Enjoy your show "Jazzbat".

The only thought that ran through my mind was "Hurray, Live Concert tickets must be a ghazal program for sure". Instantly I called up my husband to enquire and got it confirmed that it will be Jagjit Singh Live. I was excited and a flash of thoughts ran through my mind...

"Its a weekend show that too in Delhi, will leave early in the morning and will cover shopping in Delhi's local market too."
"What should i wear, Saari?? No but shopping will become fussy, Suit will look traditional and good, shopping will be comfortable too in suit and then Jagjit Singh might like it too."

"How about the jwellery? Will keep it light so that its easy in market and does not look gordy even, but then Jagjit should also appretiate it."

The vaguest thought that came to my mind was...
"Hey what if the show is cancelled ?"

And I was out of my Dreamland instantly. I consoled my mind that this cannot happen, since so many tickets were booked online. Anyhow went back to work. Just an sms for a Live ghazal show had made me a totally different person. Back home in the evning I was listening to ghazals, and not watching those daily soaps on Television. Suddenly my ipod was updated to have Jagjit Singh ghazal's and to top it all my personal desktop wall paper was now Jagjit Singh. Evrything was ok except the coaching session which my husband had to start for me..Yes, those ghazal transalations. First day he was ok but the very next day he realized explaining me those meanings was not that irritating ever.... BUt i was in all my moods. I had bought maching bangles for the suit I would wear on the D day. My passion remained the same throughout the week with my husband doing a good job tolerating all my word meaning questions and answering them patiently... although somehow I fealt he lost all his enthusiasm for the show down the line.

20th Aug night, I could not sleep due to the butterflies flying all through my stomach, with some stupid thoughts like, what if he asks for audiences wish on ghazals and he picks up mine and then asks me to come up on stage and sing 1 line with him OR if I become the lucky person in the audience who can ask him a
question, what should my question be then? and so on... i don't remember when i went to sleep that day.

Woke up at 7 in the morning, with as usual chunki ringing a non stop bell. But today I was not eager to sleep more. I had to plan the hosehold and then get ready sicne we decided to first go shopping in Delhi. Spent 3 hours in the Lajpat Nagar market but was not exausted. An finally reached the auditorium at 6:30 in the evening, where we were informed parking was in a mall nearby and a coach was ready there to bring us to the auditorium and take us back to the mall once the concert is over. We drove back 4 km to the mall, yelling on people who were blocking traffic, and not allowing us to move ahead as if We were
the best driver's in the world and rest all were new bee's. :) Finally we got our car parked and sat in the coach to reach the auditorim back. The whole trip had taken 35 mins and it was already 7 o' clock.

We rushed towards the main gate and found a big queue, we decided that one of us will stay in the queue and other will get the tickets from the counter. That was a wise decision, By the time our chance came we had the tickets too. We got an entry amidst black commando's.  We puchased a burger, pop corn and Pepsi
and entered the auditorium hall from the rear entry door. Black stage decorated with Bouquets.. and a huge audience.. suddnley some one asked us for our tickets to guide us towards our seat and oopss that was crazzzyyy.. He took us towards the rear rows, i thought may be we will lead to the front from the
side corridor, but no, he made us sit in the 5th row from the back...I asked the man, "We choose the 2nd row from front while we booked our tickets early this month, i think you are mistaken".

And a reply came, "Mam, the seating plan was changed recently and we had to make adjustments." This was disgusting. We then noticed, some chairs were kept in the path in front of our row and they were reserved for families of local police officials,  that blocked our view too, since it was not on the steps but just in front of us. I was seeeing all my dreams fading off 1 by 1. But then all the gntlemen in our row protested for the extra chairs in front of us and we were adjusted in different rows.

And finally the show started and we forgot all the trobles we had just witnessed and were all into Jagjit Singh's ghazal's... It was a fantastic and an unforgetable evening.