Mora Piya Mose Bolat Nahi: My Sweetheart Doesn’t Speak To Me

Mora piya mose bolat nahi...

It has been such a long time since we had had a good chitchat, or tit for tat, or “returning the favor” as he would like to say. This time the silence has been longer. I will not say that I miss him because his sweet nothings keep on playing in my head all the time.

Recently, I came across this song, “Mora piya mose bolat nahi…” on NPR, and I have been hooked on it ever since. Sung by Aadesh Namaste Namaste Shrivastava, it is from the movie Raajneeti and is picturized on Ranbir Kapoor and Katrina Kaif.



First, I thought this beautiful song was based on raga Bhairavi, but a reader has now informed that it is raga Jaunpuri.  It has certainly struck a chord in my heart. I suppose many of you must have felt the same way too, especially if your family members have embraced the smart phones and smart computers as extensions of their minds and bodies, or if your spouse has become suddenly busy as in my case.

Until a few weeks ago, my husband had a lighter workload at his office, which meant that his office work was limited to the office only. At home, I was the sole object of his attention. But for the past few weeks, whether he is at the office or at home, he is immersed in his work—phone calls, conference calls, presentations, documentations, and many other -tations that I don’t even understand. I have been left singing, “Mora piya mose bolat nahi….” and dancing to Munni badnam hui darling tere liye….

There were days when he would remind me of all the housework that had to be done. “I have never seen a closet as disorganized as yours,” he would say. “Do arrange it today. And don’t waste time on the Internet. No one reads your blog, anyway.”

And then from the office he would call or IM me every half an hour. “Did you do that? Did you do this?”

“Yes,” I would reply. “I was just thinking of doing it.” And then I would go offline.

On weekends there was no escape. Not only I had to listen, listen, and listen, but also do some of the pending work.

These days, all I hear is his telephone conversation with strange people who have strange names. Mora piya mose bolat nahi….

Gone are the days when he used to remind me, “Look at your wrinkles. You are so old!” or, “Your breath smells like a dead rat.” He has been so preoccupied that he has given up his favorite hobby of finding shortcomings in my cooking. Nor does he have time to inquire about my Facebook friends. Mora piya mose bolat nahi….

Now lest he starts talking again, if you will excuse me, I am going to play loud Bollywood music and match steps with Salman, Akshay, and Shahid. Pe Pe Pepein, Pe Pe Pepein....

(Update: Next post- latest dance numbers from Bollywood
Picture courtesy hollywoodreporter.com)