I wasn’t ready for 'What' this song did to me!!

Ghar kab aaoge?” sounds poetic - until you realise it’s a question loaded with waiting eyes, unkept promises, and the terrifying possibility of never coming back.

Just to see what’s running hot in the music scene, I casually opened YouTube. One random click led to another, and I landed on the Border trailer. From there, I stumbled upon a song from that movie - Ghar Kab Aaoge.

And fuck - what followed wasn’t casual listening.

It was a bloody experience.

Every word. Every pause. Every fucking ache in the voices of those industry stalwarts singing went straight through me. I didn’t just hear the song, I felt it. Deep in my gut. Personal. Unavoidable. My eyes welled up; tears stood right there, threatening to spill. But the armor I’ve spent years building - the one meant to hide my weakness from this cruel, unforgiving world - held them back.

Barely.

The song carries the weight of loss. Of waiting. Of promises hanging in thin air. The thought of a family member, a friend, a loved one never coming back home - it goddamn scared the hell out of me. It killed something inside. I haven’t personally faced a loss of life, though I’ve dealt with an unfortunate incident within the family. Compared to this imagined void, moving on from that felt… easier. Much easier.

Then came that line:

“Main wapas aaunga…Phir apne gaon mein…Tarasti aankhon se kiya jo waada tha, woh nibhaunga.”

It didn’t just play - it fuckin' hit me like a damn truck.

In one second, I was thrown seven years back. Seven long years.

What if the Almighty wasn’t on my side that day?

What if I hadn’t made it back?

What if my people were left waiting all their lives, for a face that would never return?

That thought broke me.

As I write this, a few rebellious droplets finally slipped out, tracing their way down my cheek. The shackles broke. And honestly? That fear is scary as hell. Brutal. Real.

This song delivered one more reality check - I am no Superman. I’m just another human being. Emotions, fear, attachments - they’re all fucking there. No matter how hard I try to keep that superhero face on, inside I’m vulnerable. Exposed. Weak in ways I hate to admit.

Now stop and imagine :

A family member serving the nation, sacrificing comfort, warmth, and every damn feeling of togetherness.

A kid on the roadside whose eyes search daily for that one piece of bread.

A mother waiting every single day, eyes full of hope, just to see her son or daughter smile once.

A helpless son watching his parents fight for survival, for dignity, for food - while he stands there emotionally paralyzed, useless, angry, broken.

And then ask yourself -

What the fuck are we doing with our lives?

We are ungrateful as hell. The Almighty has given us so much, and yet we bitch about the smallest inconveniences. We take life, love, health, opportunity - everything for granted, as if it’s all guaranteed.

It’s not.

What we have is a gift from God, from our parents, from fate. And I refuse to waste this shit anymore. Not now. Not ever.

This world doesn’t need more noise. It needs real souls. Honest ones. And maybe just maybe each one of us can become a small part of that truth, in our own limited, flawed capacities.

We can at least try!!

Can we?