He asks if his heart was broken anytime by a girl, ever met with an accident that changed him completely or at least screwed up childhood and family life just to rekindle his soul to produce music out of pain (absolute misguidance!). Here comes his college canteen head (Khatana) to guide JJ towards his goal. He entertains commuters at bust stop but gets beaten up by local cops for public nuisance (poor chap!). Though he sings well (jo bhi main, kehna chahoon barbaad karen alfaaz mere!), his talent goes unnoticed as he lacks somewhere something undiscovered.
This is about a twerp, Janardhan Jhakad a.k.a JJ (Ranbir), a student of Hindu college, New Delhi who aspires to become a rockstar just like Jim Morrison.
Well, it takes passion plus rage to conquer the world on your side. If you think legends in music are born just by the thought 'tute hue dil se hi sangeet nikalta hai' or by getting intoxicated by LSD, MDMA, cocaine or merely inhaling the skunk fragrance of Marijuana, then you are certainly, obviously, absolutely wrong perhaps! To wear your heart on your sleeve isn't a good plan you should wear it inside where it functions the best. Just that you can try to pacify me, distract me, sway me, snuggle me near you, cuddle me, rhythmically pat me, or just massage me.įor now I'm just programmed to have enough fun playing, enjoy every drop of water splashing on my feather soft skin, get dressed up chic, fill my stomach by rooting and suckling reflexes, look around, giggle and of course, cry and cry and cry for God created me so naive!!Īnd it is not that easy to blow air forcefully through vocal cords causing vibration producing the desired effect at an output of appropriate decibel audible to adult humans called parents, it is quite a job! Still, cry babies, cry your heart and lungs out sooner you reach the mother's obstetrician's hands (else she's going to kick on your tender butt, ouch!) for it will shut all the patency of fetal remnants and thus successfully progress to an uneventful and happiest neonatal period!! Though pedologists infer a lot from this expression of mine, it is pretty simple to understand and handle me. It could be hunger, discomfort, wet nappies, pain, tiredness, over stimulation, colicky abdomen, sometimes simply attention seeking, or just being bored! Hi, I'm your nameless naked new arrival and I'm telling you about my only style of 'talking'- crying!!Īll we babies cry and fuss, yet it is so important for that's the only way we get to release tension (we do have, okay!). Some are feeble like sea waves kissing the mud,īut most resonate and linger giving you bundles of joy!!! While some sound like wind chimes tinkling upon gentle naughty breeze touching them, Some are like tunes which could be stringed up with poetic words to bring out music, It might be ear-piercing but that's my healthy means of expression and communication.
'Uwaan, Uwwan, Uwaan,' the soul-filling first sound I produce.