April 18, 2013

Que Sara Sara!



Que Sera Sera! Whatever will be, will be, the future is not for us to see,


This is from the movie The Man who knew Too Much




This song led me to my childhood days, wherein my parents and all of us nine children lived together, we just had two rooms and all nine of us lived in that house, my dad was the only earning member in the family, and my mother managed the house full time, taking care of us, ensuring that we all went to school. I remember each of us had a particular task to do as children, one have to fill water, another one to sweep the house, another to  wash vessels and another person to make bed.

Those days there was no television, we had no electricity and we used to use lanterns for light, our prayer time was 7p.m followed by supper. We had a small Bush Radio, and every morning by 7.30 a.m. my elder brother Raj will switch on and listen to lovely English music on radio Ceylon. 

Many popular songs would be on request; I would enjoy listening to some of the very lovely numbers. One such song was Que Sera Sera … it was one of my favorite song, which brought in so many beautiful moments of my childhood.  I remember even as a young girl, I had a book where I used to write down my favorite pop songs, picnic songs, and some very sentimental songs.

Whenever I got opportunity, I used to sing these songs for my friends, in school, and sometimes even when I am clearing the clutter at home, settling my cupboard, washing clothes, I would be singing these beautiful songs. I loved singing, and I still love to  sing, some songs, we can never forget, Que Sera Sera is one such song, which can never tire me. Hope you enjoy this song!

Be Blessed & Be Happy!

Today I'm on Q of the Blogging From A to Z April Challenge.
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8 comments:

  1. What will be, will be - the life is not ours to see - It is Que Sera Sera

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  2. The suffering of Rev sister Bartholomew was very deep, intense and there is no words to express. She suffered physical pain, emotional and mental trauma of the highest intensity and death was the culmination of my sister's suffering in Osmania General Hospital. My sister Janet has taken initiative to write a small portion of tribute to my late Rev sister Bartholomew. May her soul rest in Peace. RIP.

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    1. I can relate to what you are saying, its difficult to explain suffering, I tried to write a little about what I knew, thanks for commenting, appreciate you for visiting my blog !

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  3. Such a lovely trip down the memory lane :)

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    1. Thanks, it surely lovely to listen to these numbers .. i can just get carried away by these songs !

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  4. Enjoyed reading !We had an old battered radio too and radio Ceylon was a routine not to be missed.

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    1. Glad to know that you had a radio - radio ceylon was very popular those days! On wednesdays we used to listen to Binaca Geeth Mala, Hindi, it was nice..

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