“Thousands are reported missing each year… this is about those that are left behind”

Alright, this is one of my fave Indian songs. It has a very deep meaning behind it and my heart aches everytime I hear it, but that doesn’t make me love it any less. I am posting some information from the website that was made for this particular song by Parikrama (the band).

I guess I want to point out how much each one of us means to our families and how much our families mean to us. The bond is so true and unforgettable.

Anyway, so more about this song – this song was done by a band called Parikrama. These guys ROCK, and are truly amazing for singing about things we subconsciously attempt to not notice. This was also the first song to be shot in Spiti Valley, which is about a 12 hour drive from Rohtang Pass(a pass between India and Pakistan and trust me, it’s not easy to cross lol) but it’s beautiful.

The excerpt that struck out to Parikrama and motivated them to write this song is –

… Meanwhile, relatives of the four kidnapped tourists are back in the country to make yet another appeal. It has been a year now since the abduction, and the last seven months have seen little but a stony silence.”

“Amid reports of illness, injury and threats of death, was the uncertainty of not knowing what to believe … she did not even get to say goodbye” said the wife of one of the hostages. More appeals have been made some even by other militant organisations, but the message is …”

In words of the band members –

We wrote this song then, in an effort to feel the uncertainty, the futility, ourselves. To share the yet shimmering hope of those who are left waiting for a loved one. At times forever. It’s worse still, not having even said a goodbye, or caught the last eye.

Five long years, not a word, nor a trace. Some of them have still not given up, as we read in the papers recently. They wait, even today … we can hear the strain …

This tune also reaches out to the memory of our dearest brother Surya Subramanian, who believed in this song more than any of us. And less than a week after we recorded it, 2 days after a concert at the very venue he met us first, he left us waiting. He met with with a tragic accident on his way to join us in Hyderabad, and it is to his loving spirit, that we dedicate this song…

To fill in some gaps, this song was written mainly about Kargil victims (google it if you aren’t really sure). India’s heart goes out to each one of the lost… and this song is proof of that cry that each of us feel in their heart.

To read more about this song, access it’s official website at: http://www.parikrama.com/bir/story.html

As far as my relation to this song is concerned… I first heard this song when I was in 9th grade, that would be about 5 years ago. It caught my eye as soon as the video showed up on “Channel V”. Something held me there, watching it completely… feeling the love and pain, the bitter sweet memory of the one’s that are lost. It was then, that our school’s Annual Talent Search Day was announced and Aneesh, Rajarshi (two of my guy friends from my class) and Shrestha who at that time was my best friend… called me up and said we were going to perform this song and were of course, going to be in the music section of the talent search.

I didn’t have to question it. I didn’t have to think again. There was no question about it at all, no worries and no apprehensions. It was the most touching and beautiful song, and was really worth the attempt.

I won’t forget our random practices and all the fun we had getting ready for the day. It was a success in our eyes, and in everyone elses eyes and it has remained in my heart as a beautiful memory. I have to thank all our families for supporting us through that decision, for letting us create a beautiful memory and letting us feel the pain that millions in our country felt – they let us “naughty kids” get our way and skip on studying time to practice this song.

Thanks Parikrama, for bringing to our notice the pain that our fellow human beings have felt and making it all the more real to each of us that were busy in our own lives to really feel the heartache that our lost countrymen and their families felt… be it in war or any other scenario…

                                 “Hope may be frail, but it’s hard to kill”

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