The song ‘Naam gum jaayega’ has always been a mystery to me. I have listened to it a million times but was never able to decipher it. I knew that my heart clings to it but without understanding the meaning of the song what was the point of listening to it again and again? The song has an air of melancholy surrounding it. It can perhaps find its way into some of the finest written Hindi songs because the meaning changes with the individual listening to it. Songs with such depth are rarely written and seldom find a way into our lives.
This tightened grip of mystery was broken yesterday. Mom and I were listening to old songs and ‘Naam gum jaayega’ popped up. The opening lines of the song are,
Naam gum jaayegaa,
cheharaa ye badal jaayegaa,
Meri aawaaz hi pahachaan hai, gar yaad rahe
In English, this translates to
My name will be lost,
My face will change,
My voice is my identity, only if you remember
My mother paused the song and said, “Even voice can change… then what will remain of us.” I immediately disagreed and said, “Mom, if I ever meet Papa do you think he can recognize me? He can only recognize me if he remembers my voice.” At that moment the song lifted its veil and answered all my questions. The mist of mystery was finally lifted by a well-meaning discussion which never happened.
In his physical form, my father is not with us. He left us eleven years ago. Death is difficult and no one teaches us to deal with it. We deal with it ourselves. We make our escape routes. We make our own beliefs. What is life if it cannot celebrate death? Alas, no one teaches us to celebrate death. We learn to mourn because we see people doing that. We never learn to celebrate the moments of happiness, the beautiful memories we made, the love we shared. It feels as if we love to mourn.
I never mourn my father. I refuse to believe that death is separation. Of course, I would have loved to have him around me and discuss everything that is happening in the world. I am sure he misses the news and the views. But even though he is not present in his physical form, he is there with me guiding me. I think he allows me to make mistakes. He is okay with me not being right all the time. Above all, he is fine with me just being me.
There were many songs and that he and I heard together. And there are many songs which I can relate to him after his crossing over. ‘Naam gum jaayega’ just made into the list of the songs which are as sacred as Divine because they remind me of him, our conversations and a life that could be.
Hence, for me, the meaning of this song changes from its superficial appeal.
Below are the lyrics of the song and its literal translation
The Lyrics
Naam gum jaayegaa,
cheharaa ye badal jaayegaa,
Meri aawaaz hi pahachaan hai, gar yaad rahe
Waqt ke sitam kam hasin nahi,
aaj hain yahaa kal kahi nahi.
Waqt ke pare agar mil gaye kahi,
Meri aawaaz hi pahachaan hai, gar yaad rahe
Jo gujar gayi, kal ki baat thi, umar to nahin yek raat thi
Raat kaa siraa agar fir mile kahi, meri aawaaj hi.. ..
Meri aawaaz hi pahachaan hai, gar yaad rahe
Din dhale jahaa raat paas ho
Zindagi ki lau unchi kar chalo
Yaad aaye gar kabhi ji udaas ho,
Meri aawaaz hi pahachaan hai, gar yaad rahe
Translation
The name may be lost,
the face may change,
but my voice will show my identity if you remember it
The whims of Time are no less charming,
Today we are here, tomorrow we will be nowhere,
But beyond time, if we meet,
my voice will show my identity if you remember it
What happened before, is the thing of the past,
It wasn’t a lifetime, it was a mere night,
If ever we rediscover the night,
my voice will show my identity if you remember it
When it is dusk, the night is not afar,
Step ahead in high spirits,
When I remember, my heart becomes sad,
My voice will show my identity if you remember it.
The meaning of the song as I feel it
Names indeed fade with time. My face has changed dramatically in the past eleven years. People who’d have seen me last in college or even years ago will not be able to recognize me. What remains unchanged is my voice. I remain eternally thankful as now my voice is my identity.
Time is a great healer. But time is also a tormentor. The pain we go through, the torture we bear, it makes us. When we witness the worst of our lives, we perhaps will never recognize that it is leaving its indelible stain on our face. It changes us, for good or for bad. Indeed, the pain we witness will not go on for forever but it does change us for forever. I know this because I have straddled the hurricane of change in my life and I am also aware that there can be perhaps many more awaiting me. However, if beyond time and space I meet Papa, will he ever be able to recognize me? No. If my face is my identity then perhaps, I will be missed by him. But I am sure if he hears my voice he will know it is me.
Whatever I have been through is a thing of past. It didn’t consume me but it did change me. Most of the lessons of life have come to me in the night and that’s why I love the moon and the stars and the sky holding it. Mornings are comfort but Nights bring perspective. What if we meet on the night He crossed over, again? Is it even a possibility? Only my voice will help him identify me in the sea of people that he’ll see.
We all are on a limited time. Whatever time we have, we have to ensure that we give our best shot. There will be moments of sadness when we shall remember the ones we loved and lost. But we mustn’t let this dampen our spirits. We have to keep sailing through Time to meet the ones we loved beyond Time. And then when we meet them, we would have changed beyond recognition. Our identity will be limited to our voice. Until then it is just a goodbye…
In case you’d like to hear the song, search on YouTube as Naam Goom Jayega