Brief
Ahankar represents evolution for me. For the longest time, I have denied every part of me that spells anything other than a singer-songwriter, but secretly admired this courage and stupidity. I love every moment of being one, of course, but this time had to come – this moment of acceptance and acknowledgement that all I have been trying to do is to niche up and find success.
If you think of it, this thought is ridiculous – a fallacy. I mean the fact that every morning I wake up and find myself in a space where I have the opportunity to create something is exhilarating, how many people get to enjoy this privilege.
Ahankar is me trying to accept all parts of me that don’t radiate with the self-centric belief of a brand. It is experimental, chaotic, weird, but when I listen to it, all I see is myself – in some abstract form. It is hard to define but those who create, from a place of honesty and dignity, may understand.
Also, the portrait used in the artwork clicked by I don’t remember who, used to be a sore sight for me. I was never comfortable that I looked like this – deranged. But now I have come to the realisation that it is what it is, and it is okay, I shouldn’t let my beliefs about beauty and perfection guide how I look at me, the world, the past or the future.
i call this freedom – freedom from everything – liberation.
This phase of my life – I don’t what should I call this; even this act of separation, in ways, voids the realisation of the tyranny of errors and boxes. It is comedic honestly, never in a single moment does it reflect tragedy or self-loathing, but pure, unconventional art of being human – being a comic.
There’s some poetry in this song, can we even call this a song, and to this day I am still reflecting on what am I trying to say even when I am making perfect sense. Maybe that is the curse of thinking too much. Regardless, here is the song. I hope it brings you whatever you are looking for in life.
Love and peace, as always…
– Saby || 16.02.2025
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Pride is a strange thing. It moves like a shadow, growing taller in the right light, stretching itself beyond reason, convincing you that it is something solid. But shadows are only cast by the things that block the sun. And maybe that’s all pride ever was—an obstruction, a shape without substance.
I once thought I was building something permanent. A structure that would hold, a name that would last. But when the walls cracked, my first instinct was to fight—to press my hands against the fractures, to pretend that the breaking wasn’t happening. Because if I admitted it, if I let it fall, what would be left of me?
Silence.
At first, it felt like death—the absence of what I had clung to, the weight of emptiness pressing in. But emptiness is only terrifying when you believe you were full to begin with. What if I never truly owned what I lost? What if I had mistaken borrowed things for belonging, illusion for identity?
The gods fall. The kings bleed. They always do.
But here, in the wreckage, something else stirs—not the ghost of what was, but the whisper of what could be.
Maybe the fall was never the punishment.
Maybe it was the offering – a return to the beginning, to the raw material of the self, to a place where nothing is certain but everything is possible.
Maybe I was never meant to hold on.
Maybe I was meant to let go.
Maybe I was meant to build from nothing.
And maybe nothing is where the truth rests.
Lyrics
khush-qismat hoo.n ke aaj chaa.nd nikla hai
phir usi akeli raat mei.n ek aaftaab khila hai
zor zabardasti se khud ko yahaa.n khee.nch to laaya hoo.n
ab tham jaaoo.n,
thehar jaaoo.n
in saa.nso.n mei.n
aa bas jaaooo.n
ye waqt ka kasoor nahi hai
waqt to zamane ke paar hai
ye jurrat hai to bas meri
mere jhooth,
fareb,
mere ahankar ki
himmat rakhiye ke abhi sukoon baaqi hai
paao.n gardish mein gaadh ke chalna abhi baaqi hai
kuch hi pal aur bache hai.n khalish ke
dagmagaate hue sambhalna abhi aur baaqi hai
chand lamho.n ki mohtaj hai dil-rukhi
ahsq-e-gham pe guroor aana abhi baqi hai
khuli fiza ki ssaa.ns aarzoo ho
himmat rakhiye ke zindagi abhi aur baaqi hai
Pride builds empires. Then the cracks appear. The fall feels like the end—until you realise it’s a door.
This song, Ahankar, is about that moment: when everything you clung to collapses, and something real begins. If you’ve ever felt lost in the wreckage, you’re not alone. There is a way forward.
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Ahankar by Saby Singh
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